#i should do some expression sheets with him. hes fun to do faces with since i gotta be creative with the no eyes thing

[tiktaaliker]

weird lizard

[kakujis]

do you love me? 3;

synopsis: they wake you up at 3am and ask if you love them. 1 + 2 + 4

ft: hanma, ran, and rindou.

warnings: gn!reader, insecurities, clingy bfs, jealous!rindou, swearing, mentions of drinking, not proofread, reader is a lil mean in hanma's ): and thaat should be it!

a/n: is it me or are these getting longer?! anyways, here's part 3! the last one will be mitsuya, draken, and chifuyu! i’m running out of steam thinkin’ of scenarios uh oh. anyway, writing ran's bit was so much fun, since i feel like he's a goofy loverboy. i kind of struggled w rindou’s but i hope it still falls together nicely! ALSO WHY IS HIS SO LONG WTF and here's a special lil tag for @fuyuluvr ♡

the city is quiet as the hum of a motorcycle comes to a stop. hanma’s not sure how he ended up here, well actually he is, subconsciously driving straight to the one place that always riles him up, setting his veins on fire faster than the rush of a zipline. 

he hums to himself, taking off his helmet, and nudging down his kick stand. he looks upwards, toward your bedroom window, his heart already starting to flutter in his chest. stuffing his hands into his jacket, he walks up, getting ready to scale up towards your window. he glances around, although no one’s around in this dead of night, he would rather not have anyone calling the cops on him. 

they’re probably asleep, he thinks, as he peers back up, nails digging into the stone as he uses his leg to boost himself up. he hoists himself until he’s up to the sil, laughing a little to himself when he notices you left it open like you were expecting him. 

he tumbles in, knocking over your lamp in the process. “oops.” he says. meanwhile, the crash has you bolting awake, screaming, no, screeching as you grab your alarm clock, holding it up, ready to throw or swing. 

he throws his hands up defensively as he approaches, “it’s me!” and in your sleep deprived state you scramble back, the grip on your device tightening. 

hanma barks out a laugh, before he switches on your bedside lamp. “hi baby. ♡” he chirps, seeing your shoulders slump as you settle, a particularly loud sigh escaping you as you place one hand over your chest. he kicks his shoes off as he jumps onto your bed, diving straight into your comforter, laying on his stomach. 

“you scared the shit out of me!” you yell, “besides, what time is it?” you look at the device in your hand before you realize it’s off, ripped straight out the socket. frowning, you toss it onto the floor, before crossing your arms and facing him. 

“you were really gonna fuck me up, huh?” he muses, honey eyes twinkling at the idea of you actually swinging on him. he would’ve dodged of course, but it would’ve given him an excuse to grab you and have you underneath him. 

you sigh again, “shuji, i don’t have time for this. i’ve got a work meeting tomorrow morning.” you grab your blankets, shimmying underneath them and pulling them up, “we can hang out this weekend or something,” you yawn. 

“eh?” is all you hear as you turn over, shutting your eyes in hopes of getting some sleep. maybe he’d fall asleep with you or maybe he’d leave, but the only thing that’s really on your mind is this stupid meeting. just a few more days until the weekend, has been your new mantra, if you can just tough it out, you’ll be golden. 

it’s quiet for a few minutes, but the dip in your bed is still there and soon enough he’s asking, “do you love me?”

“no, shuji, of course i don’t…” you start, sarcasm tinting your voice as you roll back over, but you stop when you see his defeated expression. it’s different from the shuji you know, his solemn eyes studying you, as he nervously plays with your sheets in one hand. 

hanma shuji has been so damn bored. it’s been like this ever since you got a job, constant “i can’t”s, and “maybe next time, shu.” he wants so badly to go on late night rides with you again, the sound of your laughter ripping over the roar of his motorcycle.

he wants to stay up with you until sunrise, at the top of your favorite hill, hands intertwined and shoulders brushing. he wants to snap pictures of you at the top of this hill, thinking you're prettier than any sunrise. you make him feel like he’s invincible and that everything’s okay.  

shuji has been so bored, but more so than that, he’s been lonely, unsteady. he misses you so fucking much, nothing’s as fun without you, everything’s dull like the world’s covered in sepia. 

“c’mere,” you say, opening your arms and he crawls forward, collapsing into you. “i love you, shuji, i do.. and i’m sorry.” 

you realize now how distant you’ve been. unbeknownst to the two of you, just how stressful a new job could be, you were just trying to jumble a new set schedule but you had been snappier, neglectful, and even downright mean at times.

shuji tried his best to accomodate you, going off on night rides by himself, always saying, “it’s alright.” when you’d turn him down again. he tried to busy himself more with his friends, but his mind always wandered to what you’d be doing - did you miss him too? - checking his texts every now and then in hopes there’d be a new message. 

“shuji?” you whisper when he doesn’t respond and you think he has every right to be upset with you. but instead he says, “yeah?” his face suddenly dangerously close to yours, the tip of his nose lingers by yours and your face heats up at the proximity. 

“um,” you stutter and soon there’s a smirk dancing on his face, “d-did you hear me?” 

“i heard you. loud and clear, ♡” he says, lips ghosting over yours, “i was just replayin’ it in my head.” 

shuji always has you melting and tonight is no different, so you close your eyes and let him kiss you. deep, sweet, and full of all the things the two of you don’t know how to say. you pout when he pulls away and he grins, “so cute.” 

an idea strikes you then as you gaze at the love of your life. “hey… wanna go for a ride?” besides, what's the harm in losing a little sleep?

the way he perks up has you giggling, you’re sure if he had a tail it’d be wagging a mile a minute. he’s practically beaming, as he starts to pull you up and off the bed. he stops for a second, head tilted and finger on his chin, “wait, don’t you have a meeting at in a couple hours?” 

you nod, “yeah, so bring me home by 5?” you smile at him as you reach for a jacket.

“i can do that.” 

ran:

for the first time in his life, ran haitani cannot fall asleep. he lays there, one arm resting above his head, the only noise being the sound of your soft snores as his mind continues to wander. he thinks about the dinner you two had earlier.  it was dumb, the entire situation, your friends were clearly too drunk to be saying reasonable things. ran knew this, he’s been the same way countless times before.

but when she hiccuped, arm slung around you, “maann, can’t believe you ended up with ran! you used to only talk about rindou in high school ehe.” ran felt his stomach drop. 

you froze at that, quickly glancing at ran whose face was otherwise unreadable. she continued, incessantly giggling, “seriously seriously! everyday was ‘man rindou looked sooo cu’-“

“thats enough!” you had said, placing a palm over her mouth to muffle her. “lets get you home, okay?” desperately glancing at the rest of your friends, who took the hint and helped her out of there. 

ran remembered how after everyone left, you had tried to talk to him, “listen..” your hand reaching towards his. 

but for some reason, he had stopped you. “it’s fine, people say dumb shit when they’re drunk,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “don’t worry about it.” 

and maybe the reason was that he was scared, scared to hear you admit that yeah, you did like his brother. and when that didn’t work out, you settled on him. 

he shakes his head, getting up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom. turning the faucet, he douses cold water on his face. don’t be stupid, ran. 

when he walks out, he stops when he sees you sitting up, sleepily rubbing your eyes. “ran?” you mumble, “are you okay?” 

he settles back into an easy grin, walking over and climbing back in. “yeah, i’m alright.” 

“liar.” 

he blinks. “what’d you just say?”

“i said, you’re a liar.” you huff, placing your hands on his cheeks, swiveling his head towards yours. “you’re upset.” 

“and why do you think that?” he says, but there’s a red tint dusting on his cheeks, and his eyes flicker from you to various objects around the room. 

“first of all, you’re awake,” you emphasize, “when is ran ‘if i don't get enough sleep i’ll kill you and your family’ haitani awake at 3am? hm?” you dart your head every time he tries to look away trying to stay in his vision. 

he sighs, “okay, you got me.” he stills, looking at you with a crease in his brow. “do you love me? and.. was what your friend said right? that you used to like my brother?” 

you soften at his question, “of course i do. i love you and only you. let me explain?” 

he nods and you drop your hands, opting to intertwine them with his. sighing, you begin, “okay so, in high school there was this… friend- okay no i hated that bitch-“ 

you give ran a look as he whistles, caught off guard by your vitriol, as he motions you to continue on with a little grin, “don’t mind me.” 

“there was this acquaintance,” you continue and ran nods, “and every single guy i was into she would try to take them from me, so i pretended to like rindou because.. i was scared.. she would actually get together with you.” 

its your turn to burn with embarrassment, looking down at your interlocked hands as you reveal the secret you kept for so long. you glance up at ran and groan out a “what?!” when you notice his shit-eating grin. 

“i’m really a catch, eh?” he teases and you scrunch your nose. “don’t make that face,” he points, “you’re the one who tried to gatekeep me.” 

“ugh fine,” you pout, your face on fire,  “this is so embarrassing… ah!” ran pulls you down, hugging you tightly. “ran?” 

“man, i feel like a million bucks! who would’ve thought the person i’d been chasin’ all throughout highschool felt the same way. i should’ve asked you out sooner.” he pinches your cheek, cooing, “my baby.” 

you can’t even focus on the fact that he casually mentioned the two of you were mutual crushing for so long. if you could die from embarrassment you would. on the flipside, if ran could die from love, he would. he’s never admitted it before, but he’s always felt a little insecure, so he hides it behind a mask that only you get to uncover. 

“did i ever meet her?” he asks, face to face with you. he can’t stop smiling, instead continuing to poke your cheek as you pout. 

“hmm, maybe. i dunno, i tried to avoid her a lot of the time.” you answer, “why?” 

“cause if i did, you wouldn’t even have to worry about it.” he says, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “i’ve only had eyes for you after all.” 

was he always this cheesy? seriously, you might die. “i’m gonna die,” you profess, your face and body on fire, moving your hands up to hide your expression behind them. “if you continue, i’ll seriously die.” 

“dying in my arms is super romantic though.” he muses, “i bet it’d be a dream come true for you.” 

“shut up!” you groan, burying your face into the pillow. 

“babe, seriously, it’s a dream of mine. romeo and juliet, who?” 

“ran haitani, shut up!”

rindou: 

rindou haitani was seething. on the outside, he had it all. a club that he owned with his brother, able to play his music to an excited crowd, and to top it all off, a loving partner who did their best to support him. but on the inside, he was someone who hid from his emotions, snuffing them out before they had their chance to reach the surface and maybe that’s why, in rare moments, when he couldn’t snuff them out he waited until you fell asleep to think about them. 

maybe it was his fault for inviting you out, but it’s always been a dream of his to watch you dance to his music. at first you refused, something about how crowds aren’t really your thing. but he persisted, noting how you always dance for him when he plays his music so why not do it at his club? 

“besides, you always get along with everyone you meet, just try it.” he insisted, beaming when you said “okay, just this once.” 

he wasn’t usually jealous, something he prided himself on, that you could hang out with whoever you wanted whenever you wanted and he’d have no issue. but tonight things were different. you looked amazing under the neon, pulsing lights, feeling the beat down to your bones as you swayed and moved on the dance floor. 

ran was supposed to stay close to you, but the two of you got separated by the mass of bodies. from his view up top though, rindou could see you clearly, and when someone came up to you to dance, he was sure you would deny them. but perhaps it was the slight buzz of alcohol running through your veins or maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through you that caused you to say yes. 

you didn’t grind on them, thankfully, but still, the way you laughed and cheered, eyes fully on them was like a kick to rindou’s gut. at one point, they leaned in to say something to you and rindou almost stopped his set, wanting to take you home immediately. but instead, he grit his teeth and kept playing. 

he didn’t have the heart to tell you anything on the way home either, the way you excitedly bounced up and down detailing to him about how much fun you had and how you’d love to go again. he shut those emotions down again, instead laying a hand over yours, smiling and saying, “i’m glad you had fun, love.” 

but now as he lay there in your shared bed, one arm around you as you slept on his chest, he was steaming. he has a continuous fight with himself in his head over it, how he isn’t the type to dance anyway, so it’s fine if you have fun dancing with someone else. but also, have you ever had that much fun with him before? like you did tonight with some stranger? he’s so pissed off he can’t remember, especially when he thinks about how close they were to his baby. 

when rindou is lost in his head, he never notices the things he does outwardly to keep himself calm. like the tapping on your arm or the shake of his leg, but you do, rousing out of sleep, peeking one eye up at him. 

“rinnie?” you croak, voice hoarse from the amount of shouting and laughing you did tonight. “you okay?” 

he looks down at you, unable to control the frustration clearly etched across his face. “i’m fine. go back to sleep.” 

“no.” you say, even in your half-asleep state you can tell that something’s up, “what’s wrong.” 

“nothing.” he huffs, trying his best to not let his emotions get the best of him. but if there’s one thing rindou hates, it’s talking about his feelings.

you pause, trying to think your words over carefully. “did i do something wrong?” he doesn’t respond, and you mull it over again, when an answer comes to you. “oh… i won’t go to the club anymore, if that’s what you want, i bet i looked pretty lame dancing out there-“

“no!” he interrupts, “no… you looked amazing…besides, i love watching you dance.” 

“then what is it, rindou? i can’t read your mind, y’know?” you remind him and his face softens. 

“i know…” he replies, and you wait for him to continue. that’s something that he’s grateful for, that when he does talk, you never rush him, letting him go at his own pace. “it’s just… did you have to dance with that guy tonight?” he mumbles, voice trailing off so that it’s barely audible. 

“hm? i didn’t hear you, did i have to..?” you ask,  tilting your head. 

“did you have to dance with that stupid dude tonight?!” he nearly yells, rushing out his words and you blink, a little taken aback. 

“oh…” you realize, he’s jealous. you realize now that from where he was looking it probably did look bad, his partner, dancing and laughing it up with a stranger. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know that bothered you so much…” 

for some reason, that sets rindou off and he scoffs, pissed off once again. of course he’d be annoyed, of course he’d be jealous. you’re his partner. “do you love me?” 

his question comes out more like an accusation and you hate it because it stings. in turn you say, “i do. do you trust me?” 

he wants to bite back, but when he looks at you, he can’t. you look so hurt, he sighs, rubbing his temple with his free hand, “… sorry. i do trust you. i’m bad at this.” 

“i know,” you say and he glances at you, surprised, which makes you smile. “you’re awful at telling me how you feel, so you act all cool and tough instead.” 

“aren’t you mad at me?” he asks, your sudden smile catching him off guard. 

“hmm… not really mad, just a little hurt is all.” you say, because even though he was the one who told you that you get along with everyone you meet, you know rindou inside and out, culminating from the many years the two of you have shared together. 

rindou doesn’t want to seem controlling, but because of that he neglects to establish his boundaries, too focused on how comfortable you feel. it’s his own weird way of control, if he doesn’t push you, let’s you do your thing, then you’ll stay. you won’t leave him like he’s scared you’ll do if he ever says no.

he apologizes again, his frustration turning to shame. you're so patient, even when he snaps at you or can't find the words. but you shake your head, “thanks for telling me. let me know what bothers you, please?” 

“i’ll try,” he mumbles, glancing away, and you know that means that next time he probably won’t. he’ll most likely bury those feelings deep inside until you catch wind, but it’s the fact that he’ll at least try that makes you happy. it’s okay, you’ll always be there when he needs it. 

you settle back into your original position, closing your eyes and within a few minutes, you’re dozing off asleep. 

tonight really did a number on you, he thinks, while playing with your hair, maybe i should be more honest with you… i love you. 

but there's a few things that rindou doesn’t realize. like how he’s talking out loud, or that you’re still just barely awake, his “i love you,” warming you up like the morning sun. as much as you wanna mention it when you wake up, you also don’t wanna embarrass him. for now, you’ll keep this a secret.♡

[strvberrydoll]

Rosemary

Summary: After finding out Arthur’s secret you soothe your aching heart with a nice girls night out drinking in Rhodes. Unfortunately for you your problems seem to follow you everywhere. part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

AO3 link (a better rewritten version of this fic on ao3)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Content: angst, hurt/no comfort, nothing a girls night out cannot cure ;) grammar errors for sure :(

a/n: I know you guys all wanted part 2 to be their happily ever after but,, I crave some more angst so yeah it gets messyy !! But nonetheless our girl gets some fun with the girls and some more information about Arthur and Mary’s hush hush meetings. Let me know your thoughts about it and if you sweets want part 3 !! P.S. I recommend you listen to “Rosemary” by Sierra Ferrell while reading. It’s so so good, it also kinda inspired this little fanfic here <33 (gif from pinterest)

“G’mornin’ sweet girl” Arthur groggily whispered against your neck giving you a light kiss, the movement causing the thick hair of his beard to tickle the space between your neck and your shoulder, before rolling out of bed with a tired groan, the mattress shifting under his movements unlike your unmoving form.

After your late night discovery of not one, not two but a whole drawer full of your boyfriend’s ex-fiancé letters it was safe to say that sleep didn’t come easy for you. As much as you wanted for all of this to be a dream, to close your eyes, wake up and sigh of relief laughing about the ‘bizarre dream’ you had with your Arthur while cuddling under the soft protection of the thick bed sheets, reality decided to slap you right in the face instead, leaving you awake all night trying to hold onto all the broken pieces of your heart.

During your sleepless night you wandered to yourself your next move. Should you just throw everything into his face revealing to him that you knew that the ‘sorry fellow’ of the letter was, in reality, his ex fiancé and yell at him as soon as he wakes up or wait and find out more before confronting him ? Considering the fact that you couldn’t properly read, you just had Mary’s name on various envelopes as evidence. Maybe they’re catching up on each other’s life. Just harmless conversations.

Although your heart screamed at you to just confront him first thing in the morning you knew that with what little evidence you had you would just cause a scene. You needed to go deeper into this story. As much as I’d hurt you needed to know for sure if you wasted three years of your life going after a man whose heart had already been claimed a long time ago.

You brushed off Arthur’s affection muttering a quick tired ‘morning’ before stretching your limbs out and leaving the tent, ignoring the man behind you still sitting on the bed looking at you with a puzzled expression at the lack of your usual loving greeting. Even though you two had the biggest tent in camp, aside for Dutch, it felt claustrophobic being in there with him. You needed space to think, to breathe, to not hurt.

The fresh breeze of October grounding you from your spiraling thoughts as you walked towards the pot of coffee on the fire near Pearson’s tent.

“Well look who’s here in all her glory” a voice, which you recognized as Karen’s by the thick accent, basically yelled at you over the nearby round table.

“You look like you fought a damn herd of buffalos Miss. What the hell are you an’ that old man doing in the night” she cackled at the last sentence gesturing you to join her at the table. Seated on her left Tilly shook her head sending you a sympathetic look.

“Are you already drunk ? Why are you so loud for, it’s seven in the morning” you grumbled in your mug of coffee as you took a sip, instantly cringing at the burnt taste that filled your mouth before sitting down with them.

“I’m happy to inform you that I haven’t had a sip since yesterday at lunch” she smiled smugly lifting her chin up at her achievement.

“That’s ‘cause we haven’t seen Miss Grimshaw yet. Bet you by the end of the day you’d kill for a little bit of booze after that woman.” Tilly said fixing the buttons on her yellow blouse, her words reminding you of the long day ahead of you, making you mentally shiver. It wasn’t exactly that you dreaded the woman, after all, you all knew she cared about you in her own twisted way but her attitude didn’t help with making the camp’s chores more tolerable. It seemed like the warmer weather of Lemoyne was putting everyone on edge.

After a few minutes of Karen and Tilly arguing on what was the worst chore to do around camp Abigail and Mary Beth’s dainty figure joined your small group, Mary Beth’s eyes briefly locking on yours before greeting the other girls. You couldn’t quite understand the meaning behind that look but something told you that at some level she knew something about the letters. That possibility made you nauseous to even think of because it would mean that Mary Beth, the girl who always put a smile on your face, the one who always had your back ended up covering for your cheating partner. You needed to know the truth and you needed it now. But before you could even mutter a word to her Karen called your group to attention.

“Gals, I don’t know about y’all but if I stay just one more moment in this godforsaken camp I’m gonna lose my mind.” her statement gaining a few nods and grunts among your group. With the unnecessary gunfight in Valentine leading you all to move further away from the West and this absurd play at sheriffs in town, tension was undeniably high around camp. “I heard from a handsome fella I met in town that there’s going to be some famous lady from Saint Denis singing at the saloon this evening. Heard also there’s going to be some rich folks from Saint Denis with her. Are y’all thinking the same thing I’m thinking ?”

there was a moment of silence as Karen looked at everyone with gleaming eyes.

“Hells know I need a break from this. I’m in” Tilly was the first who broke the silence followed by Mary Beth, the two girls earning a big smile from Karen.

“I don’t know, I have Jack and,” Abigail never had a chance to finish the sentence as Karen immediately interrupted her, telling her to leave Jack with Hosea for a few hours at not make a fuss. It’s not like you were going to be there all night, plus god’s knows how that woman needed some well deserved time for herself once in a while.

You couldn’t lie, the idea of going out after weeks of being in the same spot with the same routine every day excited you quite a bit and if on top of that you add some good ol’ pickpocketing then consider yourself sold. You were going out this evening no matter what.

“Are y’all lazy do-nothin’ girls done chit chatting !? There’s so much work to do today and you’re all sittin’ there doing nothin’. This generation is unbelievable. Get your asses off to work. Now.” The unmistakable trill of Miss Grimshaw's voice shook you from your comfortable seats putting you all to work for the day. As you got up from your seat you tried your best to ignore Arthur’s piercing gaze on you.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

The sun was slowly setting over flat iron lake, the sky tinted with a mixture of oranges and pinks. You passed your day washing the camp's dirty laundry, scrubbing dry blood and dirt from the old fabrics of each camp’s member clothes. Managing more or so to avoid Arthur throughout launch, the task not easy as he sat down with you and wouldn’t stop talking to you or asking you questions. You tried your best to not straight up ignore him, answering with monosyllabic answers to his questions. Eventually, he understood you weren’t having it, his hands leaving their place on top of the one you had flat on the table. An annoyed expression evident on his face. Why all of a sudden were you ignoring him ? His mind working miles an hour to find out what he did wrong but failing at the task. You seemed fine last night so what the hell happened to make his darling so distant from him.

When you were getting up from the table to put your dirty dish in the washing bin he tried to stop you, his calloused hand delicately taking your wrist. His confused face met with your tired one. He studied your face almost as if the secret to your behavior was hidden through your mesmerizing features. He tried to say something but the words wouldn’t come up, leaving both of you staring into each other eyes, his aqua ones filled with turmoil, before Uncle's voice burst your bubble calling Arthur for work.

After that, you only saw him half an hour later mounting on his horse before riding off.

You definitely needed this night with the girls.

Putting on your last finishing touches to your lipstick you met with Tilly and Abigail near the horse-drawn carriage that Lenny swiftly stole from a nearby town.

“Hello ladies,” you faked a bow lifting your skirt up by the sides the action causing the other two girls to laugh “ready for this eventful evening ?”

“Well of course I’m ready” Tilly replied mimicking your fake posh accent before getting on the carriage helped by Lenny who was your driver for the night since he also had some business to attend to. You waited for Karen and Mary Beth before going off to town, the drive to Rhodes filled with light chit-chat and silly songs, your mind and heart already feeling at ease.

As you all thanked Lenny for the drive you looked around noticing the numerous people around you, the town buzzing with life but most importantly buzzing with opportunities to steal. Before entering the saloon you strolled through the town, Abigail and Mary Beth’s skilled hands already pickpocketing around while you, Karen and Tilly distracted the poor fellas.

Twenty dollars in your pocket and half an hour later you entered the saloon, gladly finding an empty table to sit near the stage that was occupied by a tall blonde woman in a fancy dress who you deduced was the famous singer from Saint Denis.

With drinks on the table and the sweet melody of the guitar, a light conversation about your successful operation sparked amongst your group until a man approached your table, the heavy scent of alcohol evident on him as he tried to drunkenly flirt with Tilly, ending up insulting her rather than woo her earning a slap in the face from the girl, attracting some attention to your table. Luckily the slimy man was too drunk to react and decided to wander off as you all giggled at the situation.

Round after round you all let loose getting up to dance to the merry melody of the music. Tilly standing near the table swaying in her red dress, with Karen by her side singing her heart out, already too drunk for her own good, while Abigail chatted with one of the men from Saint Denis. You shot her a wink as soon as you noticed the wealthy man making her face light up with mirth.

What an absolute fool you are John Marston.

The only two sitting down were you and Mary Beth, whose eyes never left you since sitting down. Her presence a reminder of your cracked heart. It was supposed to be a fun night at the saloon away from your problems, but your curiosity and need to be wrong about Mary and Arthur gnawed inside of you.

“Mary Beth,” you cautiously greeted her, scooting your chair closer to hers so the other girls wouldn’t hear the two of you from their nearby positions. You didn’t want any more drama to spread around tonight.

“Hi,” there was a long uncomfortable pause before she looked up to you again and started blurting everything out. “I’m sorry, I really do. I should have told you he was receiving letters from her again I just didn’t know how to tell you. When I found the first letter two weeks ago he told me he was gonna tell you. But then I saw how you reacted yesterday seeing her letter and I knew he didn’t” She took your hands in hers before continuing, her words coming out fast, the alcohol in her system making her accent heavier “Oh I’m such a fool, please forgive me, I just didn’t want to come between your relationship”.

You were taken aback by her sudden confession, you thought it would be a tad more complicated to let her open up to you about it. Hearing her point of view definitely helped you clear your mind a bit, she had a fair point. It wasn’t her fault Arthur decided to hide something like this. Your anger towards that man growing more and more. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but notice one thing.

“You said the first letter arrived two weeks ago ?” you asked her. His drawer was full of letters, it was impossible to send that many letters in just two weeks.

“Yes, then I gave it to Arthur, I usually pick up the mail but Arthur has been helping me lately, why?” you started to fidget with the bracelet Arthur gifted for your first anniversary, a small gesture you did when thinking or anxious. The dots in your mind slowly connecting.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

You were about to go back to camp, everyone was on the carriage. Lenny, who had come back from his business with some intel, was back in his driver seat ready to go when you noticed you forgot your gloves at the saloon. Quickly apologizing you clumsily hopped down the carriage, your tipsy state making your movements far from gracious, giggling to yourself you walked back to the saloon to retrieve your gloves. Thankfully they were still on the table untouched.

As you walked back to the carriage enjoying the chilly weather of October from the corner of your eyes you noticed a familiar figure standing outside a building. Maybe it was the alcohol running through your veins or perhaps your curious nature but you turned to steal a glance at the figure.

All color drained from your face as you saw who it was.

As you saw her.

You met her just once in the past but the figure you saw was unmistakably the one of Mary. Smiling up at a man you instantly recognized.

You felt your heart cracking even more. You ran away as fast as you could, leaving pieces of your shattered heart behind as you reached the carriage, quickly hopping on.

During the whole ride, you tried your absolute best to not cry in front of everyone and ruin the cheerful mood, biting the inside of your cheeks as a distraction.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

You were back in your tent when Abigail stopped by.

“Hey, I saw you earlier and you didn’t look so good, are you ok sweetie ?” she asked, her sweet voice full of concern as she put her hand on your shoulder moving it in a calming manner, the tone of her voice and her action causing you to break down in tears like a child to their mother. She quickly pulled you into one of her comforting hugs as you violently sobbed your heart out. Soft ‘It’s ok’ left her lips as she held your shaking form in her arms. Managing to let out a small ‘Arthur’ to answer her question on what was wrong.

Seeing him with Mary tonight was the final straw. You didn’t need any more evidence, you already had everything you needed. He lied to Mary Beth about the letter, he lied to you about it too, matter of fact he lied to you about everything. How could he walk around kissing you, touching you, acting all caring as if nothing. As if he didn’t have a drawer with Mary’s letters, as if he didn’t lie to you this whole time.

Your heartbreak slowly turned into anger, the more you thought about it the more your blood boiled.

“Wanna talk about it ?” sensing you calming down from your sobs she gently fixed a strand of hair behind your ear, a concerned expression evident on her fair features. You dried your tears, your hands stained with mascara. You undoubtedly looked like a mess, or at least you felt like it.

Then, a familiar sound of hooves on the ground could be heard from the entrance of camp.

Arthur was back.

“Oh, so help me God I’m gonna strangle that piece of shit”.

[azulsluver]

hiya!!

saw reqs are open... may I request the housewardens with a reader who's comatose, then waking up, and the first thing they say is their name? jdlk I hope that's clear lol.

ty for considering!!

tw: yandere, implied imprisonment, hinted poisoning in Kalim's and Vil's part, use of UM in Malleus.

This was fun to experiment different types of [Name] personality and all.

Riddle

At first he was in denial, the book he was reading discarded on the floor. His fists clench the sheets beside you, capturing the moment your body stirred awake. With his hand placed to cup your cheek, your lips perfectly cared for parted to let out a mumble. He can feel his ears burning up in embarrassment, was he the first thing you thought of? Riddle calls out for you as you did for him, ushering you to open your eyes.

"Riddle?" Your voice is meek, he could barely hear you but it was enough.

"I'm right here, love." His sweet voice rings through your ear, your little gasps nurturing his worried soul.

Tears embedded the edge of your eyes, tugging and blabbering once you see him. All smiles and love, hands grabbing the side of your face to cease your struggles. With a weak body, your wrists felt numb with each pull, a sob wracking your chest as he laid your head on his.

Leona

Sleeping beside you. He was idly snoozing beside your still body, an arm around your shoulder as his head laid on your shoulder. The stillness of it all was interrupted, his body went tense in alert to the sudden movement that disrupted his sleep. His brain had to process your facial features creasing, every inch to your brows furrowing and eyelids fluttering.

"Leona...get off.." He almost busted out laughing, his lips reaching to his eyes as he contains a tearful relief.

Without thinking, Leona brought your body closer to his, you might think he was trying to mold himself within you. "You slept longer than I would."

With a sore throat you managed to scoff, glaring at the man who selfishly handled you with a sense of fear that you'd go back to sleep once again.

"I wish.."

Azul

Maybe he should have gotten you a lighter dose. You've been yapping nonstop lately it was driving him nuts. Azul thought he can handle a day with you not talking, you refused to sleep at some point so he took care of that. But it's starting to worry him the longer you slept, for days turned into weeks.

"Azul!" His fingers stopped moving, tense as he turns his chair around to face the bed. Hollowed, yet you sounded desperate. You called for him?

"Don't fret, I'm here." His tone is soft, getting up to soothe your frazzled mind. You can still taste the bitter potion on your tongue.

Azul can't stop the smile that stretches as he buries his face to your head, you seem to be more dependent on him. How hasn't he used this tactic sooner? He enjoys the way your trembling fingers grip at him, he won't be leaving any soon.

Kalim

Kalim lounges in the room you were settled in. Silk covers half of your body, rows of pillows supporting your weight so that way it was comfortable. The night was young, Kalim is idly sipping on sparkled wine, ever since your absence of life it got lonely. The sweet liquid would run down his throat, he's finding himself to drink more often than he should when hosting events.

"Kalim." It startled him, dropping the glass as it shatters. His eyes nearly widen at your serious expression.

"[Name]!" Yelling your name loudly, you slightly squint at his lightened face. His smile so wide as he runs to you with open arms, your half-awake body not responding as he smothers you.

"It was my fault! I should have had a taster try all the drinks, luckily you're alright.... Just.." He trails off, his breath wavering on the skin of your neck. Causing a near sneer and shiver erupt from you.

"Don't do it again, alright?"

Vil

He let the stories get the best of him. Vil finds himself leaning over your lifeless figure, brushing your bottom lip as he places a kiss in hope you'll awake. A silly yet comforting gesture, he'd rather die than be caught in the act. But something about it felt right. Shouldn't a true loves kiss awaken you? Such fairy tales he grew to love, fantasize that one day you'll wake up.

He came back late at night once again, closing the door behind him as he stood dead in his tracks. You're sprawled on the floor, clutching to the tiles and the blindfold neatly wrapped around your head.

"Vil? Where are you?" It irked him, the same tone when he shoved your medicine down your throat in a fit of rage, scared. The clicks of his heels made you jump now that you're gaining more consciousness.

Vil admitted it was wrong of him to act on his feelings, but he'll have to start all over again to gain your trust. He'll take the advantage of your fragile state so that way you'll learn to not set him off.

Idia

It's gotten worse, the bags under his eyes says it all. Even when Idia is reassured that you are well it was the longing to have you emotionally there tearing him apart. It messes with him every night as he stares at your sleeping figure. You're breathing well, but you won't respond to his rambles and chattering. He'd rather have you to tell him to shut up. Yell at him or anything, is you sleeping better than being with him!?

A pained groan made him scream and drop his console. Idia snaps his head to your moving limbs, hands rubbing at your face tiredly.

"Idia...my head fucking hurts." He trips over himself to be near you, calling Ortho while he's at it. Idia's sobbing as he holds you close, causing more of a headache for you as you numbly look at your robotic arms.

The procedure went well after all.

Malleus

He would've waited weeks, months and years for your return to reality. Every day and night he would come to visit you, care for your well being and make sure you slept nicely. Malleus, with you not responding, has his love for you grow day by day, not once did he felt the burden of loving someone till it wilts. It helps him express better, that once you've awaken you'll see he was the one standing by your side.

"Malleus." Was the first name you muttered, eyelashes blinding you from seeing the fae prince whose orbs shine brightly in the night.

He shushes you, a hand on your cheek as you blink the blurriness away. Fat tears roll down the warmth of your cheeks, teeth clenching as you embrace him. Malleus can only smile as you apologize to never disobey him again, promising better. You can't stand another slumber of nightmares, reliving until he felt was enough.

[revelingrexan]

made a reference sheet for Lucifer! :) he's wildly inconsistent in the show, so this sheet has helped me a whole bunch

QUICK IMPORTANT NOTE: BECAUSE HE'S SO INCONSISTENT, THERE'S NO "RIGHT" WAY TO DRAW THIS GUY. JUST HAVE FUN, REALLY! AND DON'T MIND MY SHEET AND NOTES IF YOU DON'T WANT TO

(NOTE DONE) the facial expressions in the lower left corner are more inspiration for pushing his expressions since he's SO EXPRESSIVE!! :D ...rather than direct reference since too many features change between screenshots there

(close-ups of sheet at bottom of the post but before the cut)

(his front view hair should actually curve in toward his two hair "sprigs" like it does in every other angle, but the way i drew it is just my own personal preference at times -- it helps me think of him as a bit more 3D)

below is how on earth i laid out that crazy-looking collection. there's a method to the madness! (the dashed line in the middle of the turnarounds is the "front view," and then the images spin Lucifer left and right from there. sometimes the screenshots in the turnarounds are just for body/leg/arm shape reference rather than face reference)

the note at the bottom of the "Hat angles" box says "The hat angles in the center of the ring are usually intended only for animation in-between frames, rather than for longer poses or for illustrations"

"The Ideal Man" in the upper left corner is a partially joking section name and is the Lucifer design i tend to aim for. i think of his face as "very round except for his pointy chin + his eyes are close together and take up almost the whole width of his face (except for in profile view, and except for when it doesn't look good)."

I WANT THIS POST TO STAY SORTA SHORT, SO UNDER THE CUT ARE SOME NOTES ABOUT HIS HAT plus some hat-less screenshots / screenshots where all or almost all his hair is visible

close-ups of reference sheet:

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SO ABOUT HIS HAT. HIS HAT CAUSED ME SO MUCH CONFUSION UNTIL I THOUGHT OF IT AS A NON-PHYSICAL ENTITY LOL

short explanation: Vivziepop's art style, and especially Lucifer's design, is heavily based on what "looks right," rather than what is physically possible. so, my hat thoughts:

it's a droopy hat that folds down at the sides. so its brim droops in the back

BUT it also curves upward in the front, both to show his facial expression and in a way that sort of matches the curve of the top of his hair--

--so his hair doesn't look awkwardly cut off on the top

examples:

also, the top part of the hat has a smaller base than you might expect and then angles outward, with the front part always being taller and arcing down to the back

not every moment follows these rules, but they help me a lot when drawing him

(i often take liberties especially on the base of the hat and just do what feels right to me, usually based on similar characters i've drawn before -COUGHBLACK HAT FROM VILLAINOUSCOUGH- and based on where i sketched his head under the hat)

NOW SOME BONUS SCREENSHOTS FOR HAIR HELP. GET THAT HAT (MOSTLY) OUT OF THE WAY LOL

[jiminsass-istant]

SMERALDO GARDEN MARCHING BAND : NOT JUST A FUN SONG

One thing you can expect before listening to any Jimin song for the first time is that NO TWO SONGS WILL EVER BE THE SAME.

Naturally I had too many questions when I watched the SGMB Track video!

Face was about inner reflection and tragedy, while MUSE is apparently about Jimin's artistic inspiration. Since the entire Muse album is not out yet, I kept wondering how SGMB fit into the 'artistic inspiration' concept. What do we learn about Jimin in SGMB? But most importantly, who is Jimin's muse?

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To answer, let's look at Jimin's intents. I divided them into 2 parts:

"Tell things we/he couldn't before"

A recurring thing we have seen in chapter 2 Jimin is his desire to "tell everything he couldn't before", and this started right from 2022 Festa dinner:

True to his words, he started being more honest and telling us his story in Face. That's how we knew he had already started expressing more truth than he ever had before. Not only that, in the BTS documentary, Jimin even opened up about his depression while dining with JK.

But was that ALL he had to say? NO! Because he says this in Closer Than this which was released in dec 2023 ->

Since CTT is clearly a fan song, he is addressing fans here when he says that he wants to reveal everything to his fans. Going by the bangtan lore, I think we can safely conclude that here 'spring day' for bts refers to the day they are reunited with their fans again (2025), that is - post military. Meaning, Jimin will keep revealing things through his music well after MS is over.

A wonderful army pointed out that the english lyrics of SGMB are not entirely correct. The line "I'll tell you everything now" should actually be "i'll reveal everything on your behalf", which brings us to Jimin's second intent-

2) "The truth untold"

The BTS unit song TTU speaks about how the protagonist is unable to confess their feelings to their love because they consider themselves ugly and unworthy (due to lack of self-love).

In the first teaser for Muse, Jimin found the music sheet for The Truth Untold inside the purple lockers. And then he releases SGMB which is basically the positive (and happy future) version of TTU.

The twitter thread i referred to previously explains this very well and all of you should read it:

Let's now look at some of my personal observations in the MV before i put on my delulu cape.

Jimin's showmanship:

Jimin is basically a host, a presenter, cupid, and the lead of Smeraldo Garden marching band. It's like he entered the Smeraldo garden of thorns and despair along with his band to help the protagonist reveal their true feelings to their loved one. The garden is now lively with all positive elements- dance, kids, butterflies, bubbles, confetti. It showcases Jimin's change in attitude and how he has truly begun to love himself. That's why when Jimin says :

" Ooh, I love you babe I'll come closer to you I love you, babe (Yes, sir) Ooh, I want you, babe I wanna hold your hand I want you, babe"

He's saying this on behalf of the protagonist. That's what Smeraldo Garden Marching Band does- it helps people in despair, helps them to express love.

2) Jimin is NOT homophobic!

People really used the scene of Jimin separating the sapphic couple as him being anti-gay. Let me show you the scenes where Jimin took the flower from a guy. Look at the guy's stance, look at the lyrics. The correct translation for the lyrics in the image is " the truth untold". He is indeed referring to a hidden truth in this particular scene, 'hidden' being the keyword here, which i'm sure the lgbtq+ community is more than familiar with.

To realize the importance of this scene, just go to any reactor and see their face when they see Jimin accepting a flower from a man. They hold their breath only to release it when they see him playing matchmaker to hetero couples. Don't you just love Jimin's brain? lol.

Let's look at the 2nd scene of Jimin giving a flower to another man-

Again, Jimin is bowing down this time, while the adlibs go "just for you". Jimin is not just being a 'wingman' here as some might think- a wingman doesn't 'present' flowers like this. He is subtle and this is him recognizing all sorts of relationships.

3) The sunflowers face the viewer, not Jimin or his band. The sunflowers face the...SUN. I think I am starting to wear the delulu cape here (yes i mean cape and not cap). We all know from Jimin's innumerable moon references that he associates himself with the moon, not the sun. The sun tattoo haver has always been the sun from the sun-and-moon duo. Just like the moon tattoo haver is the moon of the duo.

So this whole time Jimin has been talking to the protagonist of TTU- is it Jungk-

NO NO WAIT! Didn't Jimin just sing -

"Since we're together now"..together as in...

("Yes Sir!")🤷‍♀️

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we clarify last time that being 'together' means 'dating' in Korean, as in most other languages of this world?! Ahem.

Look like someone is getting 'serenaded' as in 'serenade' version of Muse.

*sighs very loudly*

Disclaimer: Just because i made a jikook interpretation of the song doesn't mean i don't recognize and agree with non-shipping interpretations. *sigh*

Anyway, there is another interpretation of SGMB by andy-wm. I really loved the pantomime comparison:

And another by jimin-bangtan:

Trust that if Jikook make 'yes sir' jokes in the travel series, I'm gonna lose it. Just a little bit.

I cannot wait for the rest of the album! These are all love songs. We are getting happy-sappy Jimin you all ! The Jimin who went through so many struggles is finally loving himself and has learnt to be happy with his loved ones.

[night-dazai]

hi can i request a hc about nanami being attracted to someone he hates (or find annoying) ? i think that could be a fun dynamic especially since he is always so composed probably a lot of sexual tension too 🤭

As per the poll, I will first be posting this request and the rest will soon join.

Hey babe, it was such a lovely request I am sorry I turned this a bit too serious and spicy 😅 if you still want the funny dynamics please let me know I'll do it

Nanami Kento x Reader 

Reader is the exact opposite of him yet why does his heart hurt when you are looking so tired or when you are hurt or when you smile? why does it hurt him? Is it anger?

Now what is pissing him off ? are you acting like a slut? or the man who does not respect women? It's the second one men should mind their manners around a kid like you. You were 24 and Nanami is your senior so he is just protecting you what soo wrong? He holds your arm pulling you onto his hard chest “ she is drunk “ he says dragging you from the party to the back alley. 

Fuck you pissed him off you do every time, the silly mistakes, your clumsy behaviour, unorganised life, schedule, always coming late to missions and work what is good about you? Gojo was at least the strongest so okay but you? 

You were just a little girl who got to be a teacher’s assistant you hardly had any skill you are most likely some grade 2 to 3 even if your card said 2 you were 3 to his eyes. 

But you were close to Shoko well, you both are buddies and you act all chummy with him why? cause you a slut! he thought pushing you against the wall “ hey ..that hurts “ you whimper rubbing your shoulder. 

Holding your chin he lifts your face “ if you are slut why do I get annoyed when you behave like that ?” his tone is harsh like his grip voice cold eyes annoyed brows frowning “ why “ at this point, he wants an answer but you are too drunk. You try to say something but fall limp as he catches your body. knowing you won't recall anything he just drags you home .

“ cause I love you “ you think and close your eyes seeing the man in front of you made you wet but he never liked you and it was obvious. 

Your head hurts and you opened your heavy eyelids “Where..” you mumbled and soon realised, clean white sheets and pillows a study corner and an armchair big and brown sat next to you and a door a few steps away led to the bathroom “I fucked up …….again!” you thought . 

You freshen up and wear the same old ripped jeans and white shirt walking out you see Kento sitting at the dining table for 2 drinking his daily dose of caffeine with the morning paper “It must be 10 am “ you think trying to walk towards him without making much noise . 

“Its 12 and you were still out cold “ he says in a stern tone folding the paper and sipping his cup not looking at you . Your mind goes into question. “ 12??? Was I out cold the whole morning ?” you thought and quickly took the seat opposite to him “ sorry sir “ was all you said. 

His face had no expression “ dont want your   sorry we have classes soon get out and been at class on time “ he warned as you grabbed your bag and coat which was placed carefully on the coat hangers next to the door “Thank you and bye sir “ you wave energetically at the bored man whos back is all you can see . 

You were late to class and Kento was even surprised at this point “ start by distributing the papers “ he says while taking the class, nodding you head you move from bench to bench “ mam why is sir annoyed ?” Yuji asked pulling at your sleeve end “don't know but have the same question “ you said and go on disturbing the papers.

“Y/n this is not the first second or even third or fifth time you are late, you are clumsy you cannot do one work right without someone next to you !” he is partially shouting at you , you never knew Kento even had something called anger you thought he would just brush it off . 

Pleading with your doe eyes you look at the man standing a few feet aorta from you “ fuck !” Nnanmi thought slapping his inner slef “why di i think she looked good looking up at me ?” he thought but kept shouting at you . He hates the fact that he feels stuffy when ever he is close to you “I HATE IT , I HATE HER !” his mind told him . 

You hated the fact you had to get scoldings like this, you did not do things intentionally, its was just you . And also the man shouting at you is the man you have a crush on , every night you imagine spicy things or fluff things you can do with him . You knew you never had a chance to get info from Shoko all the girls who dated him previously we kind, soft, sweet and charming feminine poliate ladies while here you were crying pathetically cause you could not come to your classes on time. 

Seeing the tears down your cheek Kento gets only more mad “ NOW WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING !” his voice high and angry very angry making you flinch in shock . 

“Whyyy….why did i get so…no its wrong i and just angry at this girl, she is stupid and clumsy unorganized..” his mind kept naming all the things you were bad at while his office door creaked open you were too busy crying and feeling scared to even notice and the Nanami was angry at himself for being turned on by your tears . 

“Hey ..” Gojo whispers sensing the heavy tension in the room he closes the door and walks to you opening his arms, you knew him for 4 years he is almost like you other than the fact he is the strongest while you were not and you were even more horrible at a lot of things than him . You could not move an inch and seeing this Gojo comes up to you and raps his arms “Shuhsss. Its fine “ he says and eyes Nanami “ Kento thats enough “ his voice firm and strong. 

Nanami wakes up from his thoughts and sees you shaking and sobbing in another mans arms, anger shoots up but his friend's eyes bring him back to his senses he has hurt you now . Running his fingers through his blonde locks he says in a softer voice “Leave “.

Gojo rubes your little back in soothing circles and whispers to you to go home and rest up 

Once the door is closed his demeanour changes “I get the fact you don't like how clumsy Y/n is but what you did not was wrong “ his eyes emotionless voice strong the white hear speaks, its rare for Gojo to be without a blindfold or sunglasses and today just happened to one such day “ why ? are you defending her ..” Gojo glares at his friend . 

“Dont ask “ he says before Kento can finish “ you are gonna regret this “ he says and walks towards the door but before opening the door “ no one would get this hard for a person they hate and “ he turns now to face his friend “ Never hurt her again she is like a sister to me “ he said walking out . 

Nanami was left speechless come on he liked you no way , his mind told but somewhere his heart was beating fast, and his thoughts raced to his reactions. Every time some man hugged you he wanted to rip you from him, every time you cried it annoyed him , every time you smiled his heart hurt . It took the blonde hours and that night he stood debating at your doorstep. 

Before he could knock you opened the door all decked up in a short tight dress to party your life out but stop seeing Nanami “Why..”you ask “ I am here to say sorry “ he says and almost does a 90 degree bend “ I never ment to scare or hurt you “ he gets up and eyes you frowning “ isnt this dress a bit too tight ?” he asks staring at your boobs . 

Gojo sipped his drink getting annoyed from hearing Shoko whine as to how late Y/n is “ she wont be coming today “ he said “what whyyyy? She said something bad happened today at school she is very sensitive you know “ she spoke like your older sister . Sighing Gojo replies “Kento “ Shoko looks at him “ i heard the noises but not the full story “ Gojo finished his glass “ well that man is a late start but i am telling you one thing , never underestimate him , kind , sweet organised ? huh bullshit ! he is the spawn of the devil “ 

“Does it matter “ you snap back , not brother he speaks “ I am sorry but if i ever have a chance lets have a date tomorrow 3 pm xxxx cafe, if you dont want to i will accept that i have been rejected “ his voice strong and frim . His eyes scanned you for a second, he could practically see your thoughts “Your face gives too much “ he thought and turned . 

He stopped short feeling you tug at his coat end “ Dont play around with me please ..” your voice soft and sweet low toned, all he could think was the different types of moans he can get out of that mouth of yours “don't worry i dont joke on such things “ he said and turned to find you staring at the floor with a red face and ears “ should I go to the club ?” you ask almost like a whisper . 

“No, “ he said again firmly and smiled finally noticing how you were rubbing your legs leaning close to your ear “How about I sit and watch you fuck yourself cause you seem to be getting off too much on my voice “ sending shivers down your spine you nod welcoming the devil into your house.

[southparktegreity]

gen. dating headcannons + short story [ SOUTH PARK X READER ]

[ kyle broflovski x reader ]

[ kenny mccormick x reader ]

[ leopold 'butters' stotch x reader ]

gender : neutral cws : minor nsfw (kennys part) ! requested : yes (@h3artilly ! thank you for the request pookie! I THOUGHT THE STAN SAID KENNY LMFAOOO dw ill write u a stan one too <3)

NOTICE : these characters are aged up, and intended to be 19/20+!

a/n : my requests are open !!! (please request if you have anything you’d like to see me write!)

kyle :

asked stan for advice while asking you out, though stan's advice was something along the lines of "good luck bud" since the chances are, kyle already knows what he needs to do - he just needs to gain the courage to actually do it. i feel like he'd ask you to study over at his house and then would attempt to make a move on you, while you guys are taking a break he'll throw his arm around you. i definitely think he'll be a bit stiff at first, but once you lean into him, he starts to relax.

for dates, i feel like he'd definitely be into studying with you, but i don't think he'd consider that a date - more like you're just motivation for him to keep going and vise versa. so i think realistically he'd take you on a date anywhere you wanted to go! i definitely think he's not a fan of movie dates though, since he wants to be watching and talking to you, not a movie. he would also totally take you to casabonita, and would specifically make sure cartman isn't there on the reservation sheet just so nobody could get in your guys way. he'd take you all over the resturant, showing you the little arcade area, (he is definitely going to try and show off his basketball skills on that one basketball game).

kyle is definitely a lot more possessive than i would've initially thought. i feel like he (unintentionally) probably is very territorial with you. if a guy hits on you i feel like he'll definitely come over and throw his arm around you, you know making casual small talk, but his face would be pretty red from anger so needless to say the other guy probably would take the hint. i also think he'd probably express his anger later in the night by 'marking' you (with hickies), again very territorial.

big spoon. i repeat. big spoon. aside from that though, he wants to softly kiss your face and your neck, his arms around your hips and facing you. he wants to worship you! of course, when he's upset or doesn't have the energy to be the big spoon he'd ask if you could do it for sure. i feel like he also loves little gentle kisses across his face. i can definitely imagine him loving the lipstick trend. he also probably loves it if you play with his hair (just as long as you don't mess it up too much).

i feel like he's definitely more into the sort of 'classic' pet names, think like "sweetheart" or "darling". i feel like he'd really like the more elegant ones. he'd want you to feel like the queen to his king, worshipping you all the way.

"Y/n, could you be the big spoon this time?" Kyle looked at you, then down away from you as if he was embarrassed by his emotions and his wants.

"Do you even have to ask?" You spoke with a genuine smile, adjusting yourself so you were above him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he turned over with you. You couldn't help but place a few kisses on his neck as he turned over, gently tickling him as it caused him to let out a laugh.

"Y/nnn... stop that darling it tickleess..." He spoke unserious, his voice seeping with little giggles.

✧─── 《☆》 ───✧

kenny :

once he recognized how he felt about you, i feel like he was probably nervous but straightforward. i get the impression kenny wouldn't want to beat around the bush or make you uncomfortable if you didn't know the way he was thinking about you. i think he'd probably pick some flowers for you, and get some advice from karen as to what he should say to make it seem like he really cares and isn't just flirting with you for fun.

he'll definitely do his best to work as hard as possible, taking overtime hours to treat you. he wants to take you out to a nice dinner, candlelit with spaghetti - all the works. however, upon realizing he doesn't have enough money to treat you out somewhere expensive - he goes ahead and asks his sister for advice. they both decide they'll work on making a nice homemade spaghetti, and karen will dress up as a fancy waiter to serve you. it'll be candle lit (mostly so you can't see how his house is in ruins) and they'll both do their best to make it a magical first date as you deserve !!!

kenny definitely gets jealous, especially knowing how guys are (from experience of course (he's the type of guy he'd be wary of)). he's definitely the type to throw his arm around you whenever some man is flirting with you, and he'll probably go as far to borderline make out with you in front of him if he isn't taking the hint. though he definitely wouldn't do all of this if you weren't into it, i think he just likes to make a bit of a show out of the guy who's hitting on you.

definitely prefers to be the larger spoon when spooning, but i think his favorite way of cuddling his probably putting his head on your chest, and his arms around your waist. his spooning style reminds me of that one clip of the guy saying "titty in hand, dick hard on the butt ..." or smth like that - could also totally see him trying to make a tiktok with you using that clip (regardless of gender) ;)

definitely calls you sickeningly sweet pet names as a joke to tease you, like "how's my cutie pie buttercup doing today?" with a cheeky smirk as you probably look back at him in annoyance since you guys are in public. i think he probably says it so much that it slowly becomes unironic and he seriously starts calling you that.

You could feel Kenny squirming around behind you, his phone in hand - trying to get all the right angles. You looked over your shoulder trying to see what he was doing.

"Ken, why are you moving around?"

Kenny looked at you, then proceeded to start playing an audio "how to spoon : titty in my hand, dick hard on butt, kiss ya neck".

"...If you wanted someone to teach you how to spoon, you should've just asked me." You spoke with a smile, before taking his free hand and putting it on your chest.

Kenny felt like he could melt in that moment, his hands melting into yours and his body practically turning into mush.

✧─── 《☆》 ───✧

butters :

he definitely asked kenny for help and advice. i feel like kenny would probably tell butters to just go for it! kenny would definitely help him pick out a nice outfit for when he asks you out, meanwhile butters is getting you a huge bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for you. he'd probably mention in there that he didn't want to go too crazy with everything but he really does want to give you the world. i also feel like cartman would probably get wind of this and tell butters to do a public confession, because cartman thinks you don't like butters. but the look on cartmans face when you tell butters you'd love to go out with him... priceless. but so is butters! he'd run up to you and give you a huge hug and tell you that he'll pick you up at 7 at your house.

i feel like butters would probably want to do a picnic date. he definitely came prepared with tons of food and all different types since he doesn't know which is your favorite. he'll stay with you and eventually walk you home - but he ended up not getting home fast enough and got grounded. in return you'd end up taking him to a hello kitty café! though only after his grounding. i can definitely imagine you and him doing super secret facetime dates when he's grounded where you guys play videogames or like a board game on call. he'd love it if you snuck in while he was grounded, but he's SO nervous about getting caught or having his parents be on bad terms with you so it definitely wouldn't be all the time.

i feel like if someone tried to hit on you he wouldn't really know what to do, but he also has enough trust in you to be able to handle them yourself. it's not that he doesn't care, but more like he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by stepping in if you can handle it ! though if it ever got too far and you looked like you couldn't, he'd probably put on his big boy pants and tell the guy to get outta there !!

i get the impression he would want to be on the same level as you. i think he'd want to be able to look you in the eyes while cuddling - or doing anything for that matter. part of it is because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable but also because he thinks your eyes are beautiful and wants to stare at your face. he'd most likely want to face you, and pull your waist towards him sliding his hand on your back. though he'd do it carefully and gently, treating you like a gentle flower that could move away anytime you wanted.

definitely calls you the most random and/or corniest pet names ever, think like "heya cutie-patootie-razarooie!". this definitely causes people to give you weird looks but i think it's part of his charm, and i'm sure you do too.

“Well heya there schnookums!” Your boyfriend Butters walks over to you just as the new kid was asking for your number. “Were ya in the middle of somethin’ with your pal here?” He spoke with a bit of envy leaking from his voice.

You shook your head, throwing an arm around Butters waist and looking back at the new kid. “Sorry.. I have to go on a date with my boyfriend.”

The new kid watched this go down, shrugging and walking away, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

“Jee wizz, y/n. You’re really somethin’ else, you know that?” Butters placed a kiss on your forehead, moving some of your hair out of the way before taking the hand that was on his waist and holding it gently as you two walked off together.

✧─── 《☆》 ───✧

[rhiezus]

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞ // devi x usik

there was something incredibly special by the way u-sik's figure completed his room. it wasn't as if she had been there that many times yet to have it memorized, but not much changes every time she does visit. he is a man living alone with barely time to enjoy his own space, she could tell by the way the furniture itself was simple like he didn't make any changes when deciding to move in. he also wasn't one of the guys who at least tried to make his place more organized because there was barely much to organize too, there were a few clothes on the floor and the sheets were always messy because obviously he couldn't care less about tiding up a bed that he was gonna use for the same purpose later. the first time she brought her back to his place though, everything as spotless, even the bed was made but she was smarter than to use it, actually she didn't made it pass the living room and caught a glimpse of the bedroom when she excused herself to use the bathroom just so she could snoop around a bit. and it was like he knew she was gonna do it, leaving no flaw behind. but now almost two months later, they weren't about to have dates in public places and meeting only at social events didn't open the possibility to spend actual quality time together. so being back at his place was inevitable and privacy was something they were getting used to.

so yeah, his bed was unmade because she knew he got up from a nap just minute before picking her up for their date. most girls would think this meant running away because if he was not romantic enough to plan ahead to meet you and greet you with flowers and dinner then he was not worth it, but devi was never one of those girls. specially when she knows that his efforts go focused on his football career, on his practice — even on week days like today — and making his dream worth. she wish she could relate to that instead she admires it. which makes him even more impressive before her eyes. an unattainable man that makes time for her despite his busy and hectic life, stealing her away is a privilege which makes him eligible under this circumstances. and after getting a glimpse of such first-class man, she could cozy up by his unmade bed anytime. much like today, after three or four beers while they watched some boring football match between two big teams that she couldn't even recall the name of because she was too entertained by the way his jawline moved when his mouth went on and on about it for forty minutes or so. her group-mates would quickly jump on the gun to say devi was clearly the one with the least sense of respect for herself however she was the only one dating a star player and having fun so who were they to know. her head dizzy with the perfume he used pairing in the air and the blood pumping a little bit of alcohol in her veins, she buried herself between his messy sheets marking her territory with her own scent.

out with that spectacular view of u-sik watching her by the door with amusement, thankfully she didn't saw the wicked expression on his face when he said that she could stay over because she might had way more than butterflies dancing on the bottom of her stomach right now. still, she could feel his presence closer and when she looked up he was crawling on the bed towering over her with a devilish grin. god, his eyes were sparkling too, weren't they? it was just because they acted as flashing lights since the room was poorly lit. now the butterflies had flew from her stomach to another place below which made devi move her leg up just a little bit causing the distance between their bodies to become even smaller. "i don't know if i should." she teased while her fingertips grazed his muscular arm up until his neck then to his jaw and finally coming softly at his lips. the eye contact didn't last over three seconds but devi left feeling like her insides were exploding out of her body in a gruesome scene so involuntarily she put both her hands up her face and covered her growing blush. "stop! don't look at me like that." and of course, she knew a thing or two about acting naive and flirty when she needed to being right now one of those but still sometimes she was just naive and flirty like any girl in her age and position would be. u-sik fought her way through it every time and each time when she thought she went too far with it, it was like he found it amusing and kept doing this type of things over and over which kept them both at their toes and the reason behind why they were always up each other all the time too.

the teasing finally came to an end when he used his strong hand and in a movement made her uncover her face and instead of trying to argue his way around, he just passionately kissed her. devi thought that he was granting her wish because he wasn't looking at her but that was much, much worse than that look. however she couldn't bring herself to stop it either and immediately she was kissing him back. this lowered his debt for making her seem interested in football for over an hour, the hands going up her thigh and pushing her skirt up completely erased it but she didn't gave him the satisfaction of knowing in words because only a muffled sound came from her mouth that was still very busy on his lips. gosh, she was so glad she choose a pretty lingerie for this and she guessed just right when no plans were made ahead. he wasn't a man of making his lines blurry treating her with chocolates and flowers before fucking her, u-sik was the type of man that fucked her and then, probably, way ahead of line did those other cheesy things. and this was the kind of man she was wet for right now, no other would bring her to the edge without even touching her yet. shameless woman or woman of needs? either and both, completely compelled to accept his offer and spend the night doing what nights between a hotshot player and a popular singer should do.

[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 6

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Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

I'm finally finished with school for the break so I should be updating a little quicker over the next 2 weeks.

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 3265

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Is this something we are meant to do?” “Fuck it.”

“Okay, so, we submit this on Monday and we still have four scenes to analyse and then two exam questions to go through.” Matt mumbles as he places his back down next to me in the library and unsheathes a load of sheets, more are crumpled than ones that aren’t. The amount of them excelling the more meetings we had after school.

“We can get that done in a weekend, right?” My voice tainted with uncertainty. I had got to the library fifteen minutes before him so all my work was already displayed out in front of me with scribbles of different coloured pen one each of them.

“right.”

We were a little bit behind in our project since the majority of our meetups end in us just talking about random things or playing music with our home equipment. I would borrow Chris’s old guitars which was covered in a metallic red with black strings. The picks he bought matched perfectly dividing the red and black shades with lines of silver. Matt’s drumkit was similar to the school’s own designs yet on the base drum was the name ‘sturniolo’ in a faded midnight blue. Each drum fastened with the same blue wrapped around them. He had custom drum sticks too, fading from the original beige wood to a dyed neon-blue. The vibrancy capturing my attention every time, I bet he knew that to with the amount he’d smirk at me when he noticed me staring.

It's why we planned on staying in the library to finish the project, hopefully none of us get distracted. That’s if Matt stopped tapping his pen on the table.

“Matt.” My tone is stern as I frown still facing the pages of my book. He was too distracted in his ‘mini-concert’ that I grabbed his wrist firmly, which made his pen fall out his hand and onto the wooden desk below him.

He stammers a little as I glare at him and raise an eyebrow at him.

“The fuck did I do?”

“If you keep tapping that fucking pen on the desk, I will snap it in half.” I hold eye contact until I’m finished speaking and I let go of his wrist, watching his circulation fade back.

“And yet, you can do it all the time.” He smirks at me again and I retort by scoffing.

“When I’m in class and have nothing to do…you haven’t written anything for 10 minutes.”

“Normally by now we are playing music at our houses, this is a long ass day and this is only making it longer.” A sigh escapes my lips and I drop my pen, lean back for a moment and fold my arms loosely across my chest.

“Okay. If you work with me until six, I’ll buy you lunch all of next week.”

“Ain’t no way, you aren’t serious.”

“And you can get whatever you wish, no matter the cost, doesn’t even have to the food on campus.” I interject him by cutting him off and leaning closer over the table.

“Fine. Deal.” He holds out his hand in front of me and I look up at him with a blank expression.

“What are we, in 6th grade? I’m not shaking your hand.” I roll my eyes to him to just pick up my pen and start writing again.

“Damn, you’re no fun.”

“No…I just happened to hit puberty.” I click my tongue inside my mouth

I feel his glare on me before he continues to work on the papers in front of him. I take out my small white case and take out one of my headphones and pick up my phone to play some music in to them. I don’t bother checking what playlist I click on and immediately blast heavy dubstep into my ears, loud enough to make Matt pay attention to me again and giggle when I jump from the volume. I spam the volume control and turn it down rapidly until I can tolerate it. Matt immediately looks away from me, trying not to laugh when I hold my gaze on him for a few seconds.

-

“Is it nearly six, Alyia. My hand is fucking cramping up.” Matt whines for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“Like I said two minutes ago, no. Besides you have yet to finish of that question and it’s been nearly thirty minutes.”

“I don’t understand how you’ve been writing for that long without taking a break.”

“I want to get this finished; I don’t exactly want all this effort to go down the drain. I’ve stayed up too many nights for this.”

“Really…?” His voice filled with concern as his smirk and joke-filled demeanour faded quickly.

“What.”

“I would’ve done more of you asked me to…you didn’t have to stay up for any of it.” I interject him before he can continue

“Matt. I have more time than you, the project’s getting done. Does it really matter?” I look up to him, dropping my pen for the first time in a while.

“Of course it matters, you need sleep Alyia.”

“I also need this project done.” He sighs and rolls his eyes at me, returning the glares I’ve been giving him all night.

“Promise me you’ll relax after the project is due and let me finish off the last two questions.”

“You really like your promises, huh?” My page fills the silence as it crumples, getting caught on itself, making me purse my lips as I try to fix it before continuing to write.

“Alyia.” He grabs the pen out my hand and places it far from my reach and I narrow my eyes at him again. “I mean that, let me handle the rest of it and get some rest. Please.” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“I’ll sleep appropriately, fine, but I’m writing the last question. You can happily take the other one if you so desire.”

“Thank you. I’m not having your sleep decrease because you don’t want to ask for help.” His words make me raise my voice at him.

“What do you mean by that.”

“I don’t recall me stuttering. You have been sacrificing your sleep because you didn’t want to ask me to do a little more work.” He leans in to me, as if he is mocking me and I scoff.

“Not true.” My words mumble, subconsciously knowing he is right.

“Whatever, look it has gone six now, c’mon. We can work on this later on.” He shuffles papers together and stuffs them into his bag, lacking organisation which makes me stare at his back with a slightly shocked expression.

I follow his actions, however, and with a heavy sigh I put all my work in a pile, putting the sheets in between two books to keep them straight.

“You want to hang out later or something?” He slings his backpack over his shoulder and looks back at me.

“Hang out, me and you somewhere. I would recommend my place but Nick is there with Chris and Madi.”

“I know a place we could go if you want? I haven’t been there in a while so I don’t know how overgrown it is.”

“Wait wait. Did you say overgrown, what kind of fucking place is this.” Matt waits for me to catch-up to him and I walk slightly faster so he doesn’t have to wait so long.

“Amery Grove? There is a line of old houses at the back that people kind of forgot about, maybe like twenty years ago? I’m not sure.” Matt gaze falls to me as I start to ramble, simply listening to my words.

“Well, anyway, about two years ago a few of my friends and I decided to fix a few of them up during the summer. We didn’t decorate or anything but we cleaned old furniture and threw out what we didn’t need. While it wasn’t the prettiest, we hung out there a lot.”

“So, you just went to abandoned buildings and fixed them?” He keeps walking and opens doors in front of me as I keep talking. When he does, I quickly walk through them and turn to face Matt, proceeding to talk with my hands.

“Yeah, it was fun, even if our skills were mediocre, it made for good hangouts and a few parties.”

“You go to parties?” He gives me a side eye and I roll my eyes in response.

“Not as much anymore, I went when I had more friends to talk to and less schoolwork on my back. Maybe at some point…”

-

“Cmon you are slow” I drag out my words and groan as I get more excited, wanting to jump up and down to reduce the amount of energy but instead I shake my hands around.

“Jesus Alyia, I’m just putting our bags in here, I’m not carrying all of this across the Grove.” He arranges the bags in the back seats like some real-life game of Tetris. After another minute or so he finally shuts the car door and locks it.

“Okay I’m done, let’s go.” He puts his keys back by his belt and returns to my side.

“I haven’t been here in a while, so no promises on how clean it’ll be.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He smiles at me briefly before focusing on walking through some reasonably tall grass.

The trail I normally use is more overgrown than what I used to walk through so as we walk, we use old trees to climb past different areas and our feet to stamp on brambles and stinging nettles. It is pitch-black outside by this point so we are using our phone’s flashlights to guide our way through the trail. Leaves hang down from nearby trees and I start to wish I brought my jacket with me.

I place my feet onto a tree stump and try to climb over a fallen branch, but when my weight switches feet, I slip on some moss and fall backwards from the stump. My phone drops from my hand and the flashlight goes into my eyes, making me close them. I place my hands back to support myself for when I hit the floor but I never do. Instead, a tight grip snakes around to the side my waist and upper back, slowly pushing my body back to stand straight.

“Woah woah, are you alright…” I open my eyes to see Matt looking down at me with concerned eyes. I can barely make it out since he dropped his phone and its flashlight instantly to catch me. His chain dangles above my face and once I stand up properly, he uses one of his hands to push his hair back, keeping the other on my waist.

“Uh huh…” I regain my focus and brush myself off and pick up our phones from the damp grass. “Thanks”

“Of course,” He takes his phone back, brushing off the debris, continuing to walk ahead of me and over the branch I just slipped on. “You need to be more careful, sweetheart.”

It’s that fucking nickname again.

-

“Here we are!” I run ahead of Matt and smile bright at the few houses on a quiet lit up street.

“Its still the same…” I smile to myself, remembering how I used to run around here.

“Yeah? I think it looks fucking awesome.” He circles around me looking at the few houses, clearly seeing a difference between the ones I fixed up and the ones I left.

“Really?”

“Really. Y’know…maybe one day we could fix one up?” I turn my head a little too quickly to face him, who was already smiling at me.

“You wanna? Like, for real?” He simply nods to me before walking off to look at one of the houses closest to us.

I run to catch up to him again and I grab his wrist to show him inside one of the houses. The inside walls occasionally spotted with carvings of names and dates, ripping through worn out wallpaper. Unfinished projects left abandoned, mostly within the kitchen. I pick up an old and now rusted hammer and spin it around in my hands, recalling the last use of it going towards a leg of an old chair that lay on its side next to it. A bittersweet smile covers my face the more I venture the house, with Matt always following right behind, dragging his fingers across old cabinets and cupboards.

“you guys did so much work in here…” He picks up old projects that remain unfinished and analyze them one by one, awe showing within his eyes. “Why did you ever stop this?”

“We stopped being as close I guess...nothing personal to one another, just different schools and points in our lives. I still have contact but no one really talks as much anymore.” I quiet my voice and sit down on one of the chairs and put down the hammer.

“None of us ever took that personally, we just drifted. Miss it all like hell though.”

Matt stays quiet for a moment, just looking at me with slight pity.

“That’s a shame, especially since nothing even happened that you could’ve changed.” The distance between us closes as I stand up again but I simply keep walking towards the bottom of the stairs before I slowly walk up them.

Matt pov:

I follow her up the stairs, stepping where she did in case any areas are weak enough to break, but once I put that focus into the decor upstairs, I stand still. The upstairs was so much nicer, covered in intact wallpaper and furniture that made it seem like someone actually lived there. More carvings were decorating the walls and less tools were on the floors. I take in more of what’s around me, admiring the hard work.

Hearing the stories about her old friends make me smile but also makes me wonder why she is more closed off to people now.

We start to wonder around the different areas that she decorated and I admire the craftsmanship and efforts they put in to it.

“We can chill up here if you want?” Alyia points to a balcony that is guarded by a wooden fence, a few old chairs are stacked up and leant against the glass door and I walk through.

“Can I ask why you took me here, not that I hate it or anything. Just…if this place reminds you of your friends, why bring me here.” Alyia’s face falters slightly and I feel bad for bringing them up.

“This place has many memories but I feel stuck whenever I come here, and I love this place. I don’t want to come back here and feel self-pity when I see those carvings on the walls.”

“I meant it by the way.”

“Meant what Matt?” I look up at her before looking over the edge and down onto the weakly lit street.

“Fixing a place up with you, could be fun.” I smile at her before looking back over the edge and laying my arms on the wooden fence, trying not to apply a lot of weight onto it.

“I have no idea if any of the lighting still works properly, a few faulty lights here and there but nothing major enough to set anything up properl-“

“So? We have already walked through here in the dark easily enough, besides we don’t have to come here only at night.”

I turn back to look inside the house but my vision is slightly impaired from looking at the street lights too long. I change my point of view and glance down to my phone to check the time.

9:24pm

“Shit, it’s kind of late, do you parents want you back at a certain time?” I message Chris and Nick an apology after seeing the copious number of texts and missed calls.

“Uhm no, I can be back whenever” She trails off and I remember the phone call she had at my place.

“Oh…is she not home again?” I receive a small nod in return.

“You can stay over if you want to?”

“No, it’s okay I have things to do anyway…” She avoids eye-contact with me but I try not to question anything

“Alright then, should we head back, I’m being attacked by Nick so much” I see her smile as I finish speaking and just stands up and starts to walk back to the stairs.

-

“Just here, okay?” I turn the wheel and look through my window for any parking on the edge of the road.

“Yeah, this is perfect, thanks again” She thanks me for the millionth time tonight.

“Kid, I’ve already said it’s okay to drive you places.” I finish parking which makes the car tilt slightly as it reaches over the curb.

“Goodnight Matt.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

The drive back to my place was quite bleak, even when I turned aux on, none of the songs fit the mood I was in. Whatever that mood was. I just focused on the road ahead and the way the lights shone through my windshield and lit up areas in my car like a mini disco. I sigh when I hit another red light and pull the cable from my phone and I resort to the radio music. It immediately blares and I turn it down quickly to a volume quiet enough for some background audio.

I should hate you – Gracie Abrams

It was already half way through the song but I let it play none-the-less, letting the calm guitar fill the car. The quiet and soft vocals relaxed me and I was able to take a deep breath that didn’t result from frustration.

I notice the song fading out just as I pull into the road that I live on so I turn the radio off completely as to not ruin my mood, but as soon as I step inside it gets dampened anyway.

“Oh my God, Matt. Where were you!” I drop my keys into a small bowl and I instantly get bombarded by Nick’s concerned voice.

“Out.”

“Out? Is that all you have to say. You said you were revising the project until six and then you would be home. It is nearly half ten and this is the first we have heard from you!” he starts to exclaim and honestly, I can’t blame him for the way he is acting

“I went somewhere with Alyia…that’s all. I guess we lost track of time.” I mumble quietly, knowing I’m in the wrong but I’m not going to apologize for having a good time.

“I’m not saying you can’t hang out with people, just let us know, okay? It could be three am for all I care but as long as I have some form of communication. You had us worried…” Nick takes a deep breath and looks down to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something…Where is Chris?” I try and change the subject to lessen the amount I get yelled at.

“He’s asleep upstairs, he wanted to wait for you but he was exhausted after hockey so I refused to let him.”

I look up to Nick and give him a tight-lipped smile, feeling guilt twinge inside briefly.

“You better go have a shower or something, you’re covered in dirt, Matt.”

“Yeah, I will…sorry again.” Nick simply hugs me tight.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me stay up again.” He punches my arm lightly and we smile at each other.

@melliflws @axolotllover225 @yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @sturn-bugz @sturniolosmind @worldlxvlys @patscorner @breeloveschris @y0urm4m @bernardsbendystraws @junnniiieee07

[ghostream]

Hi! Can I request tendou and kenma wit a fem s/o who has very heavy period cramps. I’ve been suffering for a while, and I need some comfort! Thanks!!!

 S/O with Heavy Periods and Painful Cramps

A/N: Of course I can, I’m happy to help! Also, bad cramps are super relatable for me too! Thanks for being my first request! Enjoy these headcanons!

Warning(s): some mentions of blood

Character(s): Tendou Satori, Kenma Kozume

Tendou Satori

You guys were both third-year students and have just recently got together, so this is his first time really experiencing seeing you with your period

He noticed you weren’t in any of your shared classes or replying to any of his texts

He was getting a bit concerned since this doesn’t usually happen

So he decided to ditch class, and visit you at your dorm room

Which is where he assumed you would be

Technically he wasn’t allowed to do this, but he wanted to know if you were okay

And then he saw you lying on the floor, with a pained expression on your face and clutching your stomach

He immediately got super worried

You tried to downplay it, saying you were fine, that he should just leave

But he wasn’t having any of it

So you explained to him you were on your period, and were having pretty painful cramps

He wanted to help, he hated seeing you in pain, so you asked him to pass you your pain medication and some water

He was impressed on how easily you swallowed them, he hated swallowing pills

While you were waiting for the pills to kick in, Tendou handed you some chocolate he had in his bag

You love chocolate and Tendou always carried the best ones

They also totally satisfied your cravings

Eventually some of your pain faded away and you were feeling tired

So Tendou and you decided to take a nap together

Everything was going fine, until you woke up to feeling something wet...

Oh no! Your pad leaked while you were sleeping!

Usually you know how to handle this, but Tendou was also there!

He woke up due to your movement, and you tried frantically apologizing to him.

But he didn’t mind, he cracked some jokes to make you comfortable and calm down, and even helped you change your sheets

Having someone like Tendou, who is fun to be  with, and isn’t grossed out, would be awesome to have around when on your period.

Kenma Kozume

You guys would usually walk to to school together, along with Kuroo, but today you texted him saying you weren’t feeling well and told them to go without you

He was concerned but he know you would have asked if you needed any help

You were on the back of of his mind all day

Thankfully, he didn’t have any volleyball practise after school so he decided to come straight to you after school

While he was walking home, he received a text from you

“Hey...Do you think you can bring me some pads on your way home here is a pic of the brand and type that I use” image “I promise to pay you back!”

This made him immediatley realize you were on your period, and that’s why you didn’t go to school today, he knows that your cramps made it almost impossible to stay at school for that many hours

He went to a nearby store to get your pads

As well as some chocolate and other snacks

He let himself into your place, since you gave him a copy of your keys, and he was met with the sight of you covered in blankets

The expression on your face gave away how much pain you were in

When you noticed what he bought for you, you were extremely grateful

You have a heavy flow and you go through many pads, and your stash was almost running out

You also enjoyed all the snacks he go for you, they totally satisfied your cravings

When you tried to pay him back, he refused, even though you insisted!

You took some medicine a while ago when they pain became unbearable but it didn’t kick in yet

Kenma hates to see you in pain, so he asked how he could help you

You told him “ If you want, you could like, massage my stomach area if you want, no pressure though”

However, he agreed yo do it right away

He is definitely awesome at massages

He naturally runs warms and since he is a setter, he is very skilled with his hands 

And he is super respectful about it too, he doesn’t wander with his hands to much, (Unless you want him to 😏)

He doesn’t mind keeping you company, while he plays some games though, until the pain finally decreases enough for you to finally fall asleep and nap

I honestly would love someone like Kenma during my periods, he is super sweet and helpful!

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!!

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, and use my work for audio readings without my permission!!!

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It should be me

Xavier thorpe x reader

You were with tyler, he meet you there at the dance. You wear your f/c dress. "Wow you look amazing" he smiled. "So do you " I took his hand as we entered in together. I could feel eyes on us as we entered. I could hear some people whisper, I payed no mind to it. "Im gonna go get something to drink" I walked off before he can reply. As I was getting my drink Enid came up from behind "you came with tyler, I thought you would come with Xavier" I looked at her "why would you say that" before she can answer tyler came "hey enid" she just smiled and went to go with wednesday. 'That was weird' "here's you drink " he took it "thanks" I nodded and sipped mine. As I was looking around I locked eyes with Xavier. My heart was beating fast and I could feel my face getting hot. 'OMG Xavier looks so ho- wait no no no what am I thought I'm here with tyler not Xavier and Xavieris with bianca' "hey are you ok you seem red", "what oh no I think its just hot in here, I'm gonna go outside for some fresh air for a while", "I'll come w-", "no its ok, you have fun" I walked outside. I heard the door open behind me. "Hey" I turn around to see xavier. "Hey", "so you came with tyler" he stood next to me. "Yes and you came with bianca", "yeah" I nodded. "So why did you come out here by yourself" he turned to me. "I just wanted to get some fresh air, what about you" I looked at him. "I want to talk with you", "talk to me about what" tyler opened the door be for he can answer, "come dance with me " tyler smiled and dragged me to the dance floor. I was dancing with tyler I could feel someone staring at me I turned around to see xavier looking at me with a sad expression on his face.

Xavier pov

'That should be me' my chest felt tight. I watched the girl of my dreams get away from me. "Im gonna go" I turned to bianca. "What why its fun here" she saw his face and understand why. She turned to y/n. "Ok bye xavier" he nodded and left.

Y/n pov

I saw Xavier leave. I felt sad. After a while, bianca came up to me. "Hey y/n, can I talk to you privately", "yeah excuse me tyler" I walk off with bianca. "So wassup," "you should go after Xavier, dont ask why just go," "what about tyler?" she was pushing me towards the doors. "Dont worry about that. I'll take care of it." I practically ran to his dorm. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. 'He's not here, where could he be' the I had a idea. I was running into the forest until I made it. I opened the door to see Xavier just sitting there in front on a big canvas. He didn't hear me since he was still drawing. I looked at the canvas to see what he was drawing. "Is that me?" he screamed jumped up and turned around fast. "Y/n how long were you here?" he was getting nervous. "Not long." I busted out laughing. "W-why are you laughing?" " Because you screamed like a little girl." I was wiping my tears. "No, I don't stop laughing", "ok ok sorry so is that me?" I pointed behind him. "What oh that I umm" I walked up to the canvas. "May I" he nodded, I tool of the sheet and saw me. "Wow thats amazing but why would you draw me" I was curious. "I wanted to draw something beautiful and you came to mind," I blushed. "You think Im beautiful?" I looked at him. "More that beautiful," I walk up to him. "Is that so?" I smirked. "Yes, you're the most bea-" "shut up and kiss me." I pulled him in by his tie. Our lips meet each other. His hands were on my waist while mine were around his neck. We pulled away and leaned our foreheads against each other. We smiled like idiots. He looked down at my feet "did you run here in heels, dont they hurt", "yes a lot but you made a forget about it" he laughed and picked me up and set me on the table. He took off my heels. "Does that feel better?" I nodded. "Thank you." he kissed my head, and "let's go back." He turned around and leans down wanting me to get on his back."I can walk, "" Just get on. " I agree and got on. We walk back to his dorm. He lent me some of his clothes. We cuddled and watched movies all night.

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

A fic of Ozzie looking after you when your sick would be so cute ♥!

AN: Ok, before people come after with torches and pitchforks, I had a serious case of writer’s block. I’m gonna try to get warmed up again, but I appreciate everyone for your patience!

CW: this is pure fluff, baby

Word count: ~600

“What the hell are you doing?”

You pause, turning around as you hear Oz enter the kitchen. When you came down with a fever last night during your shift, you had tried to tell him that you were fine, that you could finish your shift with no problem. Five minutes later, you had fallen asleep at the bar (an impressive feat considering how loud the club always is). When you woke up in fresh linen sheets and saw sunlight peek through silk curtains, you quickly put the pieces together. Your boss must have brought you back to his penthouse while you were passed out. Why he didn’t bring you back to your apartment is a mystery, but you were distracted by snot clogging up your nose and a pounding headache.

Still feeling groggy, you still managed to drag your feet to the kitchen, weighing your options of what to snack on when the front door opened. Oz walked in, scowling as he put a bag on the counter. Although with your lingering drowsiness, it was hard to concentrate as he said something, raising the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Jesus, kid,” he mumbles, “you’re burning up. You should be in bed, why are you up?”

Come on, you were hungry. You just wanted to see about making something to eat.

“You couldn’t wait five more minutes for me to come back, could you?” He scoffs, not out of contempt, as he begins unpacking his things. God, it’s like he bought a whole drug store. Throat lozenges, cough medicines, menthol, along with ibuprofen and other pain relievers.

“Better to have too much than not enough, sweetheart,” Oz says as he notices your shocked expression.

You appreciate the thought (even if this was overkill), but he’s not going to stuff you full of drugs, is he?

“Sorry, these ain’t the fun kind,” he says with a smirk. “Now as much as I want to play nurse, I do have some business to take care of in a couple hours. But I’ll make you a little something before I head out.”

Oh, now your curiosity is peaked.

“My ma made a killer chicken noodle soup when I was sick, so get back in bed, and I’ll make you a bowl.”

You never pegged him as a decent cook.

“Doesn’t come up a lot in my line of work.”

As you head back to bed, resting your eyes for a few minutes, the smell of a fresh meal wafts to your nose and wakens your senses. Drool builds in your mouth as a piping hot bowl is brought before you, nicely centered on a tray. Even his kitchenware looks like it would cost a month’s salary. You’re almost ashamed to touch it, let alone eat from it. But the sight of roasted carrots and celery throws any hesitation aside as you take your first bite.

And immediately regret it as it burns on your tongue like lava.

“Hey, hold your horses!” Oz grabs the spoon from you as he watches your face wince with pain, overwhelmed by the heat of the broth. “It just came from the pot, you need to wait a minute!”

But you have to admit, as the pain subsides and you can feel your tongue again, it does taste good. You can already feel your nose and throat begin to clear up, even just a bit.

As you thank Oz, his worried expression lightens up. “Yeah, of course. You got any taste buds left?”

Yeah, you’re fine.

“Good.” Just then, you notice a glimmer in his eyes. “Might as well stick around so you don’t burn yourself again.”

You raise an eyebrow at this. Didn’t he have work to get to?

“Ah, it can wait. Don’t know if you should be by yourself since you’re obviously…not in the right head space.”

You smile as you realize his game. Alright, but you expect him to blow on every spoonful before he feeds it to you.

“How old are you again? Ah, fine. Give it here.”

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Jealousy- Jaskier (2)

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Characters: Jaskier

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Can you make a one shot where Jaskier and the reader had been best friends since they were children and then as they grow older, they start to develop feelings for each other. Though they’re too scared to admit it to each other. And then when Jaskier and Geralt became famous, the reader and Jaskier started to grow apart because Jaskier was really enjoying his fame. Then the reader started noticing Jaskier hanging out with lots of women so her feelings are starting to hurt. And then one day she catches Jaskier having “fun” *winkwink* with another woman. Then the reader becomes heartbroken and all kinds of stuff. Then you know, they’re gonna talk seriously then they kiss and admit their feelings ang stuff. Their history as childhood best friends is completely up to you. All I want is some jealousy and angst and fluff mwehehe (i like hurting my feelings a bit what can I say)

Word Count: 501

Author: Charlotte

You tried to reach the stairs and head down to the main floor of the inn, hoping to find a closet or any other secluded area to figure out what you were going to do now that you saw your best friend in a compromising situation. You struggled to reach the end of the hallway before you were stopped by someone’s hand grabbing hold of your wrist.

You feared turning around to see who it was but when you heard the familiar voice say your name, you couldn’t stop turning back to see your best friend.

Jaskier’s face was almost as red as your own but unlike you, he wasn’t dressed, instead only wrapped in a sheet that he had haphazardly thrown around himself.

“I’m sorry for intruding,” you said, your words bitter and pained, something that you had hoped would be hidden from him. “I didn’t know you had company.”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark tussled hair.

“Wait… why are you upset?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’m not upset, why would I be upset?”

Jaskier looked over your expression. Normally he could read you like a book but currently you didn’t make any sense to him. He didn’t know if it had been because you had been apart for a while, but it was unknown to him what was going on with you.

“We’ve been friends for too long for you to pretend you’re okay,” he stated. “You’re my best friend, you can talk to me.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you snapped.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I don’t understand.”

“I love you Jaskier,” you huffed. “I think I always have, and I didn’t realise how much it was going to hurt to see you with another woman. I get it, we’re just friends but I didn’t think I was about to walk in and see you like that, and I didn’t even know you were with anyone.”

You didn’t think you’d say that you didn’t think you could even think that so coherently. The two of you stood in silence for a moment before he could fully understand what you had said to him.

“You love me?” He asked.

You let out a sigh. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

His hand moved down from your wrist to take your hand in his.

“No, you should have said something ages ago,” he said. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I just never thought I had a chance with you.”

“What?” You croaked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Why didn’t you?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, both of you having been daft for so many years.

“So, what does this mean?” You questioned.

“It means I need to go apologise a lot to the woman in my room and then we can continue this conversation when I am a little bit more clothed,” he offered.

You nodded your head. “That sounds like a plan.”

[bandtrees]

hello o//

i heard you had a fursona and i was curious to know about them if you’re willing to share :]

(/nf of course)

oh of course!!! :]] here he is!

i <3 robot furries so he's a robot dog! i based him most obviously off of transformers (specifically idw tailgate and ironfist) (named kibble both cuz dog and cuz that's the term in transformers fandom for extraneous robot-parts that don't serve much purpose on a 'human' body ie wheels etc) but i also wanted to, in 2024 redesigning him for this ref sheet, make him a bit easier to follow as an anthro dog design and able to be worked into furry stuff, while still being visibly mechanical ^_^

in the ways of lore i really don't have much for him - honestly he's just a standin for myself - but i have the concept that he was made to be a sort of living computer. genius database, future of technology, etc... but his storage capacity's small and his scope of interests even smaller, so he doesn't really have much actually technically helpful knowledge... he does, however, have encyclopedic levels of knowledge about nonsense things like tvtropes and trivia for whatever show he's into now.

(^really this is just a way (FOR ME PERSONALLY i should say as i know 'autistic robot' is a bad stereotype for a reason) to express autism as that's what it feels like for me a lot of the time. having a lot of passion and drive to learn but only in the few things your brain's latched onto - and of course the social hurdles that will come with being a robot in 'human'(furry?) society)

he's very inexpressive - doesn't have pupils, doesn't blink, has no mouth (the robotic muzzle isn't a mask, it's just what his face looks like), and i imagine he speaks mechanically too (i waffle between making him mute, giving him a text-to-speech type thing, or limiting his communication to pulling up webpages haha)

he's also one of those fursonas that has a few different designs and such depending on the 'verse, i've drawn him in the context of transformers designs for selfshipping a few times (specifically w/ mtmte first aid, and moreso idw/es tarantulas) and i should do that again :] depending on the situation his design falls in many different places along the furry-mech scale lolol

to get real: i've been a furry and had fursonas since. like. im gonna say as far as 2008, since i was very small :]c but kibble's the first one in a long time i feel actually suits me in both a "feels like me" sense and a "fun character to draw with some degree of fun fantasy" - cuz for a long stretch of time, when i stopped being into sparklecats and the like as a teenager, i fell hard into the "truesona" type of furry designs...

...which, nothing wrong with those, but as someone with crummy self esteem, just kind of led to me hyperfocusing on myself as a kind of "boring slob" type of character. not interesting enough to be anything but a plainly colored realistic animal, and too self-conscious about my appearance to feel too comfortable straying from "fat, depressed, tired and messy slob", as to portray myself as anything but that felt dishonest.

until one day, and this was at the height of my transformers hyperfixation so i'd grown attached to very inhuman robot-y designs, i just kind of realized, "hey, if i wanted, i could make my sona anything i want, right? i like robots and my friends compare me to dogs, i could make a robot dog! i could have fun designing a mech anthro dog!" and. i did lol. and it's the happiest i've been with a fursona, both from a design standpoint and a 'me' standpoint :]]

thank you for the ask! sorry for suddenly getting so real, i don't think you expected me to, kibble as an oc just means a lot to me :'D

(i also have other, non-sona, furry ocs if you ever wanna hear about furry boy band drama lol. i only recently reopened asks again so i'm trying to get more comfortable with em despite my constant Inbox Paranoia. ty again!!)

[latibvles]

Hey Lex, can i request touching number X + Dick + Giny + the woods, please?? Thankuuu✨

#10 — SPOONING AT NIGHT FT. DICK & GINNY

so … we went with a bit of SBT paragals! au here feat. Bastogne, since I’m assuming thats what you meant by woods. Hope you don’t mind the creative liberties here but this was fun to write and also … more Dick Winters perspective practice for yours truly! what happens in foxholes stays in foxholes.

Of all the situations to find himself in, this was, debatably, at the bottom of his list.

He can hear her breathing, feel the tremble against him, and knows that, realistically, she should be on her way, even in this pitch dark. But the silence after the shelling is still delicate like the cover of his foxhole and as logical as it is for her to go all he wants is for her to stay — here, where he can see her. Where he doesn’t have to worry about if she’s made it through or not.

He worries about all the men. A good leader cares, that’s what she’d told him, once, back when he was still a Lieutenant and she was just a Sergeant. But worrying about her feels different. He can admit to that, now.

She looks at him, blond whisps falling out of that braided halo, her expression somewhere between relaxed and solemn — the tug of a frown to her lips, the arch of her brow. As though she’s… not daring him to kick her out, but waiting for it.

When he doesn’t, she turns to her side in the foxhole, as much as one can, anyway. A bit emboldened — he places a hand on her back, hesitantly. In response she reaches back, grabs the hand, and places it on her waist, good and proper, before backing up into him.

“If you’re gonna cop a feel, do it right,” Ginny’s voice is hushed, but amused, and in spite of the frigid air, Dick feels a flush creep up his neck to the entirety of his face.

“Wasn’t my plan, Brant.”

“I thought I told you already — it’s Ginny,” He can hear that smile in her voice without even seeing her face. It makes him smile a little, too, as her hand once again moves to grab his, pulling it further so they’re slotted against each other.

And he lets his mind drift, for a moment, to a place somewhere in Pennsylvania, or maybe New York, with nice sheets and pleasant snow and a quiet room all their own. It was one of those things he kept to himself, although Lew had some sort of mind-reading power and had been knocking Dick since… it didn’t matter how long.

He knows he should let her go. Knows that this is selfish, inherently, and that he really ought to do better, but there’s something in the way she hugs his arm a little tighter and how instinctive it is to bump his nose with the back of her head that keeps the words from coming out.

“Daisy’ll have it covered.” Ginny mutters — and at the thought of Ginny’s equally as perceptive, dark-haired friend, all Dick can truly do is chuckle, keeping her close and indulging in their minimal shared warmth.