#im already so enamored with it ok

[the-meme-monarch]

hi vivarium game (trailer link) i’m excited to get to know you

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 13- Step Bro!Dazai/Reader/Step Bro!Fyodor

Notes: I think it's a little ooc, but i really couldn't decide which characters to go with so yeah.

also, uhm, that fyodor header picture has nothing to do with the actual story, i just though he looked so fucking hot with that gun(also yes, ik im using the step silbing/dad concept twice but its just so sexy to me yaknow*)(*and also, if your wondering, i actually have a wonderful relationship with my father)

Ever since you can remember the house had been cold. You didn't call it your house, even though you had lived there all your life. No, it was more akin to a creature unto itself, a perfect reflection of your childhood. You were born in this house, the only child Mother, or Cecilia as she insisted upon, didn't abort. You spent your younger years with a nanny, who cared for you the best she could. She taught you to read and write, and you excelled especially at math. But Cecilia didn't care. She never cared. And the house reflected her disinterest.

The nanny, a kind woman named Martha, had been disposed of when you turned eight. Cecilia decided you were old enough to function on your own and fired the waste of money. You spent your years after that in the library, absorbing information, reading fanciful stories with mothers who loved their daughters. You wondered why Cecilia never loved you. 

When you turned ten, Cecilia brought home a man. She introduced you, and you stood like instructed, pretty and well behaved. He patted you on the head, but never spared you a glance. He was tall, blond and very, very young. Much younger than Cecilia. And he was much too enamored to care for you, Cecilia's little child. Cecilia encouraged this behavior, and although the number of people in the house had grown, you were all alone. You were always alone. But it was ok, you were used to the silence. You sat in your large playroom, and cried into your pillow, muffling your feelings in the silk. Cecilia didn't need your burdensome feelings. 

The summer you turned eleven, Cecilia brought another man home. And this man was kind to you at first. He gave you candy and treated you with kindness, luring you into his trap like a spider. The first time he hit you, you had cried defiantly for Cecilia. And of course Cecilia had not come, for she would rather believe her boytoys over her own flesh and blood. Humans were cruel things, ready to hurt others at the drop of a hat. And Cecilia was the cruelest. Nothing comforted you for ounce as you cried into your comforter, as unloved as before. 

The summer you turned fifteen it was clear you had inherited Cecilia's peerless beauty. You spent the rest of the summer mastering makeup and when you arrived at your private school you were instantly popular. The makeup just elevated your already peerless beauty and people, both boys and girls fell at your feet. You reveled in the popularity, the love. A different kind of love, but love all the same. The house congratulated you, but Cecilia didn't care. She never did, after all.

Your grades never fell however, you simply could not let them. If you were proud of anything, it was your intelligence. It was wholly yours, unlike your beauty, inherited from Cecilia. You hated that you were her creation, hated it with your entire very being. You loved your intelligence, however. It came from your father, you were told briefly by Cecilia, and because you had never met him it was easier to accept his qualities. The house was from your father, his money at least. A gift to Cecilia. 

And the one gift he had ever gotten you was a ring, a gorgeous piece of silver and emeralds that Cecilia had taken, stoll right from your pudgy two year old hands. You had never even gotten to hold it as an adult. You didn't miss it, not really. But you hated the trait you shared with Cecilia, a sense of selfishness, and a love for jewelry. 

 It was on your sixteenth birthday, sitting at a table alone as you were blowing out the birthday candles, that you truly cried without the comfort of your pillows. Cecilia was out, and as you eat your cake, you soon come to realize that you had grown up too fast. You had been an adult since the moment Martha was fired and you had sat in the cold walls of your beige playroom, crying and crying for comfort, something that would never find you again. You were a shell, a puppet, a beautiful china doll empty of  love. You were Cecilia. The house laughed at your plight, as you sobbed into your pillow, muffling your feelings into the comforting silk. 

It was a hot summer day, a few weeks after you turned seventeen when Cecilia broke the news. You were sitting by the pool, sunbathing in your swimsuit. Cecilia simply walked in, spared you a glance, and informed you she was getting married. You felt a small shiver of surprise run up your spine. Cecilia had had many boyfriends, yes, but she never married them. This man had to be different. Or maybe it was her age, and her fading looks. You hated the spike of happiness that pillaged though your heart, you hated how feelings of hatred turned you into a spiteful shrew, just like Cecilia. Cecilia had cracked open a beer, flipping through her magazine, sparing you one last glance. “He has sons, two of them.” She had said, closing the screen door behind her. 

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“There you are, Name. You're late.” Cecilia said, giving you her usual faintly disapproving stare mixed with disgust. You still quail under it, even though it's the same one you’ve seen for years and years and years. You still fear her disapproval, even after all. 

“I'm sorry Cecilia.” You say, straightening your spine. You're still in your school uniform, and the bus was late but you know better than to give excuses. Cecilia doesn't care for those. The little skirt and blazer combo is one of your favorites, and the only thing you truly love about St. Catherine's private school for young ladies. The walls of St Catherines are barren and cold, but not as cold as your own. Cecilia flips her hair, looking perfectly put together as always, although her age is beginning to show around her eyes. She hates it, you know, and you love it. You can't wait for Cecilia to wither away, her personal worst nightmare. 

“Don't embarrass me, Name.” Cecilia says, her cold eyed stair rooting you to your place. “Just smile pleasantly and entertain your step brothers, alright Sweetheart?” She says. The pet name reeks of disinterest but her disinterest is preferable to her anger. For when Cecilia angers the foundations of the very house shake. You nod, and Cecilia takes that as enough. A knock sounds on the door, and any ugly expression is gone from her face as she flies for the door, opening it and hopping into the arms of the man behind it. 

He’s your mothers usual type, tall and handsome, but several years older than you would have guessed. He spins her around, and they kiss. You look away. There are two boys standing behind him on the doorstep, and to your surprise they also look away from the torrid display. Their strange boys, both around the same height, but that is the only thing they share in common. They don't even really look related, but who are you to judge? Done with their display, Cecilia and her new husband step through the door, still attached at the hip. Cecilia throws you a glare, and you put on your customary smile, a smile so fake you feel like a barbie doll. 

“My daughter, Name.” Cecilia almost imperceptibly grimaces at the word daughter, gesturing at you. You smile. “Hello.” You say, feeling like a fake. The man gives you a smile, gesturing at his sons, who have stepped through the door, and now stand on either side of him and Cecilia. “My sons, Fyodor and Osamu.” The one on the right smiles at you, the other one simply gives you a nod. They're so different, you’d almost think them adopted. But you can see their features in their father. 

The smiling one, Osamu, has short wavy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. He gives you a tiny wave, and you feel your smile become genuine for a second, before you catch yourself. The ones who smile are more dangerous, you had learned long ago. They lure you with kindness and hit you with force. He’s dressed in a wrinkled button down and uniform pants, his posture casual with his hands in his pockets. A matching tie hangs crooked on his neck. It's the uniform for your school, or the boys school across the street. St. Catherines school for young ladies and St. Andrews school for young men share a single campus separated by a metal fence. 

The one on the left side is pale, almost sickly pale, with dark circles to match his long dark hair. It looks soft, his hair, and brushes just below his jaw. H’s eyes are dark, and they run over your face, almost as if they're checking for cracks in your composure. He’s dressed in the same uniform, but his appearance is more neat. His tie is tied correctly, and he wears a black jacket over the rest of his uniform. They are strange boys, but you are very used to strange after all. 

“Name? Entertain your new brothers, Sweetheart.” Cecilia says. You wince at the nickname. You hate that nickname, you hate it so much. “Yes Cecilia.” You bite out, smile still in place. You feel empty, like a porcelain doll. A tool Cecilia can use and discard at any moment. You feel disposable. You hate it. 

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Your new brothers are kind, if a little strange. The quiet one with pretty hair, Fyodor, is a year older than you. He plays cello and dislikes Cecilia, which makes you like him a lot. Fyodor treated you with an amount of distance at first, but slowly warmed up to you when he found out you play piano. He had informed you one day, when he was helping you with homework, that his mother was a Russian supermodel. And he’s handsome, you're not really surprised. He’s kind in a quiet kind of way, less teasing than his younger brother. You also notice how he subtly moves forward, shielding you whenever Cecilia is angry. You love him for it, that protectiveness. 

Osamu is younger than you by about six months, and loud. He quite clearly makes it his goal to be the loudest person in the room and you love how it annoys Cecilia every time he steals her thunder. He’s a very touchy person as well, unlike his brother. He would comfort you with jokes when he saw you were down, and could not cook for the life of him. His reaction to Cecilia was the most reactionary. He taunted her, shot smart alec remarks in her direction, or just plain ignored her. And every time he got a reaction. Cecilia’s face would flush red with anger, and she would strike out, just to be dodged with a snarky little comment. And the more angry she got, the more pleased Osamu became

And they hate each other, the brothers. At first you had thought they got along well, but then you noticed the snarky little comments they would trade back and forth, the glares behind their parents back. Everything is a constant competition, be it a board game or report cards they make it their goal to beat the other each time. And you don't really mind, the house feels warm and full of life, and you feel included. To them, life seems a game, and the people who live it merely pieces, to be moved to and fro to their pleasure. You must assume yourself a spectator, not a piece, but if you were a piece you would like to be the queen. Cecilia didn't like your new brothers, that much was obvious. But she still used them to belittle you every chance she got.  

“Your brothers got all A+.” She would say, pinning you with that faintly disgusted expression she used as default. “And you got an A.” You would surrender to your room to cry in peace, away from Cecilia's proud eyes, and the prying ears of your much to perceptive brothers. 

But if they shared anything, it was a sense of mystery. Because each of them never allowed you to get too close, keeping you forever just a length away. You tried not to take it personally, but you still shed a tear or two. 

But for the first time in many years, you were happy. The house congratulated you, as its hallways filled with laughter to replace to silence, its rooms with color to replace the beige. Cecilia was as unpleasant as ever, but she was busy with her husband, and left you and your step brothers to their own devices. But still you feared it would all go away. That soon, they would tire of you, that they would never let you close, that Cecilia would grow tired of her husband and toss out the trash as she always did. It was a nagging fear that came back to haunt you in dreams, until you woke up in a cold sweat. 

And there's an odd tension that hovers in the air, whenever you and the brothers interact. A strange tension that makes your blood sing with excitement, that leaves you on your toes with anticipation. When Osamu slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a loose hug of sorts. When Fyodor pulls your hair behind your ear, his cold fingers brushing your face, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It's a tension you’ve felt before, a tension you don't want to give name to, a tension that scares you. But then, you're sure it's just you, that your new brothers simply treat you as a sister, like how you should treat them. You should not desire your step brothers, Cecilia had told you the night before they moved in. But then again, Cecilia had never been a very good role model. 

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It's raining, big fat drops pattering against the roof, wind splattering the droplets against the window panes. A faint clatter can be heard from outside, as if the wind itself is crying, banging at the doors. The wind sounded lonely. It banged on the doors of the world, begging to be let into the light, much like you had when you were young. You wanted to comfort the wind, to hold her in your arms with the warmth you had never been given, but everyone knew you could not hold the wind. So you simply told her to stay strong, and let the night and rain embrace her for you. 

You would always read when it rained. You remembered a book you had read long ago. It had been the one to solidify the wind as lonely, and had been oh so impressionable to your young mind. ‘Keep strong wind’ it read, ‘keep strong and soon the rain and night will hold you in their comforting embrace, will keep you warm and happy…’. You had always seen yourself in the lonely wind, and had dreamed of your rain and night to comfort you. The library had long been your only comfort, and you begged for human comfort, human warmth.(You didn't dare to hope that your step brothers could be your night and rain, because you knew god would hear you and laugh in your face. Because god loved Cecilia, not worthless you.)

Cecilia and her husband are gone, on a weekend trip to Hawaii. You were not invited, because of course not, and neither were your brothers. 

The house is almost silentand with Osamu out at book club the house seems to sigh in relief, giving itself time to relax before the loudness returns. 

You are curled up on the couch with a book, listening to Fyodor as he practices his Cello. It's a cozy evening, the fire crackling in the grate, the strains of the first movements of Brahms – Cello Sonata No. 1 floating through the cozy atmosphere. You hear the piano part along with him unconsciously, fingers tapping your things in rhythm. You can never quite beat the musician out of you, it's embedded into your very being at this point. 

Brahms – Cello Sonata No. 1, the first movement is a deep piece, and slightly depressing if you're being honest. But you love the melancholy that surrounds it. It creates a certain air, allowing the instruments to tangle together beautifully almost as if the melodies are dancing together. They twist like lovers, the parts, dipping one then the other, a beautifully teasing medley of pure emotion, something you could never truly give in life. It would be nice to dance with Fyodor, he was such an elegant human being, from the way he walked to his looks. You imagined the two of you would sail across the floor of the ballroom, his gloved hand on your waist, twirling you and spinning you and only looking at you. You wanted him to gaze upon you with reverence, much like the men your mother married gazed upon her. You want to be loved.

The Cello part comes to an end, and you sit silently for a moment, hesitant to break the spell. Then Fyodor's accented voice, still slightly hushed, breaks through the atmosphere. “How was it?” He says. You love his accent, it feels all full and warm. “Good, good as always.” You say, putting a finger in your book and looking up. “You were a bit sharp on the first note of measure twenty seven.” You're reading Pride and Prejudice, again. You’ve always loved it, and have read it some many times you’ve simply lost count.

Fyodor sighs, leaning back in his chair and resting his cello back into its case. “You always catch my mistakes. What would I do without you, Name.” He says with a small smile. Your heart warms at the praise, your smile threatening to break out of its confinements, all together and split your face in two. You tamp it down, putting on a face of disinterest you're not sure he believes. You always get the vague feeling that your brothers know you better than you know yourself.

You flip through the channels on tv, happy to have control of the remote. It's all the usual, sports games and real housewives and spanish game show episodes. You put on a random movie, which sounded interesting. ‘Essential object of enjoyment,’(is a title that to anyone else would scream softcore porn film, to you, still a sheltered girl of seventeen years old, it seemed as innocent as a daisy. You were not a virgin, but inexperienced and somewhat oblivious, so at odds with your calm adult attitude.) Fyodor plops himself on the couch next to you, a tedious foot away. He seemed too far away but all at once to close, the heat of his body a tease beside you. You clench your legs together, pulling in on yourself.

The film is about a young woman named Maria, who is taking a vacation on a very sketchy manor in a strange small town. It's a low budget film, with crappy acting and even crappier scares, but it's entertaining and you find yourself settling in against the couch, slowly leaning closer and closer to the warm human beside you. And soon, as Maria decides to ignore all the advice of the locals and enter the abandoned church late at night, you're so close your shoulders are almost touching, and finally, you dare to lean into him. 

He lets you, slinging an arm around your shoulders with an excuse none of you are listening to anyway, and pulls a small blanket over your bare legs. “You're cold aren't you?” he says, voice hushed in your ear. You shiver, with a nod. You arent that cold, but you want to be close to him, to feel his heat, his warmth. You're sure he knows this, and you let yourself feel hopeful for once, curling into his body like a pedigree cat. 

And as you watch the movie, heart pounding in your throat, it dawns on you that something is very clearly wrong. The budget is too cheap, but the camera work is too advanced, the camera’s to expensive. The acting is too bad, but the actress has professionally done makeup and hair. And then, as you watch Maria get tied up by the clean masked man, it all makes too much sense. It's softcore porn. You move for the remote, fishing around for it on the couch, desperately. You're already flushing, your thighs rubbing together as you reach around for it. The idea of watching a porn film with your step brother is humiliating and embarrassing and frustratingly arousing. 

“Do you need something?” Fyodor says, rubbing little soft patterns in your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You nod. “The remote, gonna switch channels.” You're already flushing, but have stopped your frantic fishing for the remote. He frowns in disappointment and you automatically tense, so used to Cecilia’s disappointed or angry stares. “Can we leave it, I'm actually enjoying it.” He says. You glance at the screen, where Maria is now being threatened by a knife. You desperately want to say no, but the people pleaser in you insist you agree. And so, you sink back into his touch, flushing. 

‘Where is it? Where is it?’ The masked man is saying to Maria. The film takes a moment to focus on the actress’s bountiful chest, and you try not to writhe with embarrassment and jealousy. You bet Fyodor likes big boobs, Cecilia said all men like big boobs. Her’s are fake, but you don't feel the need to protest and get a slap. 

The bad guy of the film is a man in a purple mask. He’s thin in stature, and tall, overwhelming Maria’s small frame. He reminds you distinctly of the man sitting beside you, with his face hidden like that. He has a russian accent in the film as well, just like the man beside you, and as he whispers in her ear it does stuff to you. 

‘Tell me where it is or there will be consequences.’ the man in the mask says. 

‘I will never tell you!’ Maria says definitely. You watch in horror as the masked man's thin fingers slip between her thighs. The camera cuts to her face of surprise. It's clear that this is where the actress’s true chops shine, as her mouth drops open in a little oh of surprise. 

You feel hot, biting back a whimper as you press your thighs together, hoping that your step brother doesn't notice. 

‘Your such a slut for my fingers aren't you?’ The man in the mask bends Maria over a table, the camera now showing a cut of his hands pulling her thighs apart. All you can picture in your mind is you as Maria, and the man in the mask as Fyodor. When the man in the film speaks all you can hear is Fyodor’s voice, his teasing lines, him all him all him. 

And then, the other bad guy of the film appears. And honestly it should shock you out of your dirty fantasies, but the other man, this one in a teal mask, sounds very similar to your other step brother. 

You can imagine yourself in Maria's place, bent over a table like that, fingers shoved up your cunt, dick keeping you silent. And most of all, pretty praises falling out of your step brother's mouths. ‘Such a pretty girl, such a smart girl, so good for us, such a slut for us—’

Fyodor’s eyes are on you, you can feel them even as you focus resolutely on the screen. He speaks near your ear, a pur, a whisper, a tease ment for seduction. “What are you imagining, darling?” He says. He speaks like he already knows, and through your haze of arousal clouding your brain you let the words escape before you can stop them. 

“Fingers in my cunt.” You say, your voice a whimper. Maria on the screen begins to moan, loudly. The volume goes down on screen and you're too lust clouded to question why Fyodor had the remote. 

“You want fingers in your pretty cunt baby?” Fyodor purrs in your ear, his long pale fingers teasing the edge of your uniform skirt. “You want my fingers stuffed up that tight cunt of yours? Would that feel good?” You whine, head falling back against his arm, eyes falling closed. 

“Oh yes, please.” Your voice is embarrassing, all breathy and whiny. This whole situation is illogical, and if you were able to see through the haze of lust in your brain you would have backpedaled immediately. But you're horny and in love and he’s encouraging you. 

His fingers caress the edge of your panties, teasing you with glances of touches, driving you crazy. You grip his arm, the one teasing your pussy and shove the hand against your drooling cunt. The man beside you bites back a groan, muffling his pleasure, but you hear it. It reassures you that he wants you too, but also drives you insane, craving sweet relief with his touch. 

Fyodor’s fingers find purchase, clever musicians' hands pulling back the crotch of your panties. He chuckles as you clutch his arm, still clothed in his loose white turtleneck and jeans. “You're so wet darling, your little cunt is absolutely drooling.” he says, his accent doing things to your brain, to your pussy. Your eyes catch on the dirty picture. He drags his fingers through, collecting a fair bit of wetness and popping his fingers in his mouth. The picture is nasty. He keeps eye contact all throughout, sucking his fingers wetly, the dirty slurping sounds filling the room. 

“Here darling.” He holds out his wet fingers, dripping with a mix of saliva and your own arousal. “Suck.” He says. You take them in your mouth obediently, tasting the mix of arousal and saliva. The very idea that you're tasting him, that you're tasting his very being, makes your abandoned cunt clench around nothing, the nasty slurping sounds you make only fueling the arousal perfuming the air. At some point Fyodor had turned off the porn, and now the only sounds that fill the room are from the two of you. A different kind of music than that you're used to, a symphony of debauchery. 

His fingers leave your mouth with a pop, and you open your eyes. He smiles at you, all hazy eyes and spit slicked lips. “Good girl.” He says, and then shoves both fingers in your cunt. You arch off the couch at the abrupt intrusion, clenching down hard around his fingers with a scream. ‘Oh, oh god Fyodor!” You say, panting. He looks vaguely proud as he scissors you open, watching as you thrash around on his fingers, bucking desperately. 

The sound of the door slamming penetrates the haze, and you grip Fyodor’s fingers, trying to stop him. He just continues to fuck you open, grining all the while. 

“Man, fuck you Fyodor.” It's Osamu, looking less surprised and more annoyed. Fyodor just continues grinning as you moan on his fingers, drooling pussy on display. “I consider this a win then?” He says, smirking. Ah, another one of their competitions. You would pay more attention but your being fucked open by Fyodor’s long relentless fingers. You keen as he adds another one, gripping his arm with a nasty whine. 

Osamu speaks to Fyodor, but his eyes are fixed on you. “It's not over yet, you fucker.” He says, slamming his backpack down on the floor and sauntering over to you. “Name declares the winner. Deal?” Fyodor, now rubbing a thumb on your clit nods, holding out his other hand to shake. “Deal, that sound good darling?” You nod around your moans, not truly comprehending what that means. Osamu sends you a rather scary looking grin and pounces. 

They move you into a doggy position first, Fyodor replacing his fingers with his cock. You're already so close, and as you feel the large intrusion bully your walls apart you cum right there, your head falling against the couch cushions. “Oh, oh, oh god, ‘m coming!” You scream, drooling onto the couch. Fyodor grunts behind you. “You're tight.” He coos. Osamu grips your jaw, draggin you off the ouch to look at him. “So pretty too, just perfect aren't you.” His dick is already hard in his jeans, you can see the bulge as Fyodor begins to move, fucking you through the overstime. You whine in pain, the sharp pains of overstimulation mixing with the blinding pleasure they give you. Dazai chuckles. 

“We’re going to fuck you do good darling.” He says, running a gentle hand through your hair. “Make you feel our love.”

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It's when you're three orgasms deep, and you're hung over the couch backwards, a dick down your throat and cum dripping from your pussy, that you maybe start to have second thoughts. Their stamina seems endless, and they bring to the edge relentlessly, their competitive natures making them drive you to orgasm after orgasm. The world is hazy at this point, and all you feel is pleasure, all you hear is their voices, all you want is them, them them. 

“Switch her around Osamu.” Fyodor says, his accent rough though the haze. You feel yourself hoisted up, and now you're folded into a mating press and Fyodor’s fat cock is bullying your walls again. Cum leaks out of all your holes, the loud squelching sound letting you know that you're thoroughly ruining Cecilia's favorite couch. You're covered in sweat, completely naked and makeup ruined, and to the boys you’ve never looked so pretty. They tell you at length, compliments showered on your exhausted form. 

And as you cum yet again, clenching around Fyodor’s dick with a weak cry, you feel so loved, so appreciated, and so optimistic. 

And then you bended into another position, Dazai’s dick lodged into your ass, Fyodor’s in your dripping cunt.

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“So, which of us won anyway?” It's Dazai, and he sounds plenty exhausted. You sigh tiredly, holes dripping cum onto the carpet and exhausted. “Draw.” Is all you manage to pant out. 

Fyodor beside you chuckles. “I guess we’ll have to have a rematch then.” You're exhausted, but you feel your pussy clench tiredly at the mention of that. “Yeah.” You sigh out tiredly. The boys chuckle beside you, each pressing a kiss to your cheeks. 

“Love you Name.” You hear them whisper in your ear. You smile as you drift off the sleep. 

End Notes: I am actually a piano player, and every time I listen to classical pieces nowadays I feel really bad because I haven't been practicing lately because my piano teacher is taking a break because she had a baby. 

[etoiile]

MYSTERY MAN

starring itoshi rin!

synopsis: you decide to go watch rin's football practice for the first time, much to his delight. his teammates struggle to figure out who you are and what you've done to their usually very grumpy rin.

requested by @checkoutmyflow! i hope i did your rq justice ^^

notes: first time completing a request! sorry for the wait >.< ALSO this is gn!reader :)

admittedly, you weren't much of a football fan, even though your boyfriend was a professional college player. you didn't really understand the sport, as you hadn't played it since second grade gym class, but for some reason, you had decided that today, on this sunny tuesday afternoon, you were going to drop by rin's practice alongside a football-for-dummies book to watch and hopefully learn a little about the sport he was so enamored with.

it would appear that they were in the middle of a practice match, as his teammates and him were wearing different colored pennies, and there was someone keeping score on a whiteboard.

you sat down on the bleachers quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the game. your eyes scanned the field quickly, almost instantly finding rin's unique dark green hair. you tried your best to keep up with what was happening, quickly flipping through your book whenever someone did something cool to try and find it, but it proved to be quite difficult, and you found yourself very confused at the sport's intricacies.

despite your lack of understanding, the one thing you could observe and comprehend was how alive rin looked whilst playing. he was sweating, shit-talking, and scrambling around the field non-stop, clearly very tired, but his eyes had a certain glimmer to them that you didn't get to see often, and he moved around the field with immaculate grace and precision. you watched as he skillfully maneuvered around the field and how he seemed to be able to calculate exactly where his opponent would go. you didn't have to understand the sport to know that this field was a place where itoshi rin shined like no other.

rin took hold of the ball and began dashing across the field with it, his shiny hair blowing behind him. his eyes began darting around the field, his brain taking in and calculating every factor necessary to victory.

his brain certainly didn't expect to see you, his lovely s/o who knows nothing about football, sitting on the bleachers.

your eyes made contact for a brief moment before rin tripped over his own feet and flew forward, making literally everybody on the field stop what they were doing.

a brief moment of silence washed over the field before laughter soon took its place, his teammates jogging over to him asking if he was ok, and what the hell just happened as they howled in mirth.

he grumbled some excuse with red cheeks as he looked away, clearly very mortified. his coach decided to call a break, seeing as everyone had already stopped playing, and he grabbed his water before practically sprinting over to you.

"y/n," he breathed as he came to a stop in front of you, puffing a little from fatigue. "you're here."

you giggled. "hi, rin. i thought i should come watch one of your practices. i want to get to know all the aspects of your life, after all."

he leaned in closer to you to brush his hand against yours as you two chatted a bit. anyone could see the way his eyes softened as you spoke and how his shoulders relaxed at your every move. anyone even being his pretty-damn-stupid team.

in the distance, bachira, isagi, chigiri, nagi, and reo murmured amongst themselves, wondering about who you were - the mystery person mr. im-better-than-you-and-grumpy-all-the-time rin looked so happy to see.

"his sibling, maybe?"

"nah, i'm pretty sure sae is his only sibling."

"oh! what about his parent, then?"

"dude, do you have eyes? way too hot to be a parent."

"his lover, maybe?"

there were a solid 5 seconds of silence before they burst out into laughter once more.

"get out. itoshi rin, an s/o? no way in hell, dude."

"i doubt he could even keep anyone for more than a month. they'd get tired of his attitude real quick and leave just as fast."

"rin-chan probably isn't capable of loving anyone, after all."

despite their adamant denial of your relationship with rin, they could all notice rin's demeanor. he looked happier, more at ease, gentler, kinder, and overall, he looked like a normal person. who were you, and what had you done to their rin?

coach blew his whistle, and they watched as you gestured for him to get back with his team. they then watched with their jaws on the floor as he, itoshi rin, POUTED and SWEETLY PLANTED A KISS on your forehead before jogging off.

they all exchanged looks of pure shock as rin jogged back to them.

they all gave him a shocked look as he raised a brow.

"...what?"

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[purplepixel]

What if the turtles were in the pokemon world? And what if they were never turtles, but in fact, mutated pokemon? What if they lived in the Castelia sewers of Unova instead of New York?

Meet my Rise/Pokemon AU!! Waaaah this has been on my mind for MONTHS now. Pokemon is that one fixation that'll never leave me. I'm THAT pokemon fan that knows WAAAAY too much about the games and lore. For those that don't know,

Raph is Drednaw

Leo is Wartortle

Mikey is Torkoal

Donnie is Lapras

Yes. They are all shiny. I started with raph, since him as drednaw is pretty much a no brainer. The shiny form fit too well with him and his color scheme. Than I realized if I made him shiny, I had to make the other bros shiny as well so THEY ALL SHINY. (draxum shiny hunter confirmed?) Also dual rock typing fits well with raph's character.

Wartortle for leo was also a pretty obvious choice. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. Long flowy tail? Yes please. I had to keep his markings somehow. Wartortle has little dark cheek spots, so I just changed them to be leo's markings. Water typing leo. Go with the flow, think on the spot, it worked out too well.

Torkoal for Mikey was another easy one. Fire turtle? Passionate, warm, also DANGEROUS (he can be a menace ok) Say no more. His powers in rise are already pyro related. Also having him shiny helped a lot with the color scheme. Torkoal is normally orange so having mikey be the yellow shiny form meant I didn't have to mess with his mask colors

Donnie on the other hand....OHHH BOI I STRUGGLED WITH YOU. I went through 4 DIFFERENT POKEMON, before deciding on the least turtle like of them all. I am aware that we do have a softshell pokemon with enamorous, but it's a legendary so thats not happening. But it was really important for me to keep donnie's soft shell and battle shell. I wanted this to be a RISE au and donnie's battle shell is pretty tied into his character. (there's also tirtouga which I almost went with, but I didn't like that both he and raph shared the exact same dual typing) Soooo, Lapras. Its more of a loch ness monster but it also draws inspiration from a placochelys (prehistoric seaturtle esque species) so IM COUNTING IT. Very unconventional but I have my reasons. Ice typing is a good offensive type, but is pretty bad defensively. Which ties into rise donnie's fighting style. If I wasn't a coward, I wouldve made donnie the biggest of the bros. Since lapras is like 8 feet tall compared to the others being like 1-3 feet. But uhhh, I swear I have an in universe explanation for why he's so small ok.

And than there's April. She is not a pokemon trainer in this au. At least not in the traditional sense. I've been with pokemon for all of my 26 years of life, and I always wanted to know what the normal people of the pokemon world are up to. Not everyone is out here collecting gym badges, travelling, or catching them all. How do non-trainers interact with the pokemon world? So that's where I'm at with April. She will get a pokemon partner, but other than that, she's just an average high schooler who befriended the turtles from a young age and takes part in all their shenanigans. I took some design elements from rosa and hilbert with her outfit, but otherwise its pretty much the same.

We'll see how far I'll take this. I've been using this as a break from my many other projects, but like everything I do, it grew too many legs and is slowly becoming its own thing.

[lacedupforyou]

hiiii i loved your bllk and tokrev fics 😭 can i also request a nagi and kunigami yandere hcs? i read that there’s already a sae one in the works so im also excited abt that 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

Yandere Nagi (See End For Notes)

Nagi at first had in interest in getting to know you. You're his agent, You should be serving him and doing your job. You always carried him places brought him snacks or drinks if he was feeling it. Brought him his devices and such.

One day after a long interview he was exhausted. You carried him piggy back and set him in the car and sat next to him. He leaned his head on your shoulder but you were professional through and through.

You carried him to his luxury condo and set him on his bed and tucked him in. Just as you were finished his fist grab a bunch of your shirt and pulled you close to him.

"Mhhhmmmm..Stay.."

"Mr Seishiro..What are yo-"

Before another word was said he pulled you close to him. His arms crushing you in a tight hold. You gasped for air as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. He mumbled some affirmations you couldn't hear. The night was long and you sunk into sleep. You woke up still in his arms he was clutching you like a lifeline. Holding you for several hours until you squirmed in his hold. "Mr Seishir-" "Nagi. Call me Nagi Y/n." "O-ok. Nagi, Would you pleas-" "No. Shhh I have no work today." You stayed silent, If there was one thing you had learned it was to not argue with nagi. He was childish he got what he wanted. And what he wanted was you and you only. The days molded together of you dragging nagi places, Having to promise him things with a kiss or a nap together. You were trapped with him his popularity rising his hold on you was suffocating but there was nothing you could do now. You were his and he was going to make it last

forever.

Yandere Kunigami Rensuke

At first it was an amazing relationship between you two. You were able to form a healthy bond when dealing with his popularity as his agent. People adored him for his physique, his smarts, and his belief in fairness. But he became enamored by how much care you showed for him You doing your job. He started to ignore his fangirls and stone wall around them.

He had his eyes on you, But that quickly transitioned to his hands on you, Wether it be on your shoulder, hand, hips, thigh. You being naive just thought nothing of it, Too stressed and focused on other things related to him..

He slowly thought your responses must all mean yes! You seemed so casual and laid back about his advances..You must want him as much as he does! He decided to ask you out..At dinner! A fancy moonlight dinner, All girls like that right? Maybe he'd marry you soon!

He had you go out with him and you suspected he was dropping you. You were tense and nervous..His cold gaze Him being nervous frightened you..

"Listen Mr Rensuke..I-"

"No no, I understand..I think we both understand what's going on."

"O-oh.. ok"

"Y/n, Will you..Go out with me.?"

His question shocked you with every word. Not what you were expecting at all. You rejected his advances firmly stating you were his agent and that it would never work between you two. That you had to be professional..That you were only his-..You blacked out. When the drinks had arrived, he slipped something in, He had to make sure you would not cause a scene and that he had to have a plan B after all.

He carried you out to the car and set you inside instructing the driver to drive to his place. He held you bridal style the whole time, Stroking your hair and cheek.

You were his, Always And Forever

[gyuletters]

OK SO

I can’t stop thinking about this since that episode of workman with gyu came out

You two have been coworkers for a while and he has a lil crush on you but won’t say anything 🙄🙄 BUT THE KIDS HAVE ALREADY PICKED UP ON THAT which means they are constantly saying to each other how uncle beomie and auntie mc look cute together and yk how terrible (cute tone) kids are……..so they see like;,;;;, trying to set you two up in their own way?? but neither of you take notice of that, bc it’s just little kids being little kids

One day a new little boy arrives at the kid’s cafe and since it’s his first time there and due to him being a little bit younger than the others he’s a little confused 😓 and ends up calling beom ‘dad’😭 ofc you think it’s ADORABLE and giggles about how flustered Beomgyu is

He’s also like.SO.in.love with you. He watches you play with the kids during his break and his poor heart melts at the sight

Silly Beomgyu, he has no idea you think the same of him and FINALLY one day after your shift you gather all of your courage and ask if he wants to eat something (the kids in the back give each other a high five bc it took them SO LONG to get together)

BEOMGYU AND KIDS!!!! OMG, I THINK IM GONNA DIEEEEE!!!!! 😭😭💘💘💘

i dont even have anything to add on this thought bcs its already so well written. i can totally see his round beautiful brown eyes, sparkling looking at u with the kids, all enamored. :(💞

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Paradise

Jason Todd x plus size reader

Jason just wants to relax for once.

Warnings: smut, cock warming, unprotected sex, domestic bliss, spoilers for Pride and Prejudice, bruises

WC: 483

A/N: Artwork by Nick Robles

Minors DNI

Sunlight streamed through the huge windows overlooking Gotham, warming the studio apartment and illuminating the young couple cuddled on the large bed that took up much of the space. 

Jason’s hair was still mussed from sleep, the shocking white strip practically standing straight up but he didn’t care. His blue eyes were fixed on the pages in front of him, reading aloud the words he almost knew by heart.

“Elizabeth’s spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. “How could you begin?” said she. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?” “I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

His voice was soft as to not break the relative silence of the morning. One arm was wrapped around her naked waist, his palm spread over her wide hip that was littered with bruises from the night before. Her own arms were looped around his barrel chest, her head resting on his scarred peck, eyes barely open as she listened to him read. She was perched on his lap, straddling his muscular thighs, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Goosebumps littered her skin as she clung to him, her breath coming out in little pants. She was struggling not to move but didn’t want to disappoint him. It was all too rare that Jason would pull her atop him and bury his cock deep inside her while he read a story to her or told her about his patrol or even sitting there silently, enjoying each other’s company.

In order to keep herself from grinding down onto his thick cock, the woman traced along the pink autopsy scar that covered his entire torso, stopping her fingers just above the thick patch of hair lining his pelvis before going back up his body. He shivered under her touch, unconsciously thrusting deeper into her.

Her plump thighs squeezed his hips tightly, a moan slipping out of her lips, her nails digging into his skin. “Sorry princess.” He mumbled into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “’s ok.” Her voice was breathy and on the edge of a whine, already fucked out just from having his fat dick splitting her open. His lips spread into a soft smile, so enamored by her.

“Are you ok for me to continue?” She nodded, kissing the huge bruise on his collarbone. “Alright.” Taking in a deep breath, he picked up from where he left off, slumping against the headboard of their bed, her weight now completely on top of him, just how he liked it.

This was paradise.

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@im-a-slut-for-fluff

[saiiboat]

i’d love to hear about your fuga sailing stuff \o/

HII ^_^ awesome. ok. so atm i have one silly racing au that i rotate in my head and one fic in the works which takes place directly after fuga when guaxinim, pac, and mike leave the island together on the boat. this one is heavy on the hurt and lighter on the comfort and is essentially just pac on one massive spiral now that he's starting to process everything that happened in prison and the island. lots of pac feeling guilty about cell's perceived suicide and struggling with his anger at mike for getting them into this mess. he's very much an emotional wreck LOL. hes been through so fucking much man. also going from being enclosed in a prison for a year and a half and then being out on open water and the crazy anxiety of being in such an open space is. well. its really getting to him. i'll leave some snippets of it under the cut 💪💪💪

the racing au is really just silly⛵💪💪🔥🔥🔥the nature of the sailing autism being that i always need to take some guys and throw them on a racing team, all of their insanities included.

when i talked about this au before i said that they sailed j22s but im upgrading them. they now sail Melges 20s. its official. ill put images under the cut. god. gorgeous boats.

the general idea is that JV and cell are two sailors looking for new members for their respective crews. felps is already on cell's crew and guaxinim sails with JV. probably at some point jv was on cell and felp's crew and now they have some kind of crazy beef. anyways. cell is just as weird and gross and intense as he is in fuga and he really wants pac and mike on his crew and having nothing to do with JV. obviously mike is skeeved out by the weird gross guy who looks maybe a bit too hungry sometimes and tries to get pac to join JV's crew with him. unfortunately pac is way too enamored with cell's negative rizz and cell proposes the idea to pac that tazercraft splits ways and mike can join JV's crew on his own. Mike is understandably upset at this but still ends up joining JV and guaxi's crew. the two boats have insane tension and pac is torn between pretending none of this happened at all and ignoring mike/sending worlds saddest eyes back to mike. mike is hurt and pissed off at pac and cell and felps and does his best to pretend that they dont exist at all while also needing to beat them in every regatta ever or he'll DIE because maybe if he wins against them enough times it'll prove something to pac. what will it prove? i dont think even he knows lol.

cell is actively trying to drive a wedge in between pac and mike and JV is doing the same thing on the other side. felps is purposely looking the other way during all of this and guaxinim is watching it all go down with some sick sense of fascination. definitely just hanging around to watch it happen like a long drawn out car crash.

cell in this au is especially fascinating to me. squeezing him like a stressball. he's ten ways fucked in the head and the reason why he started sailing in the first place is because his therapist told him to get a hobby and it was downhill from there. anyways cell tells his therapist about pac and the next time cell sees pac he walks up to him and says "my therapist says that we need to get coffee together and have normal interactions so i stop thinking about eating you" and pac just goes. oh! and its the hottest thing anyones ever said to him

obsessed with them, frankly

^^ sexual images fr

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I would love to hear your thoughts on the Yu-boys so far

YEEEAHH full disclosure im only at like episode 51 so this is based off a fairly small pool of information

yuya: I LIKE HIM A LOT his deck archetype is so so fun i love that hes kind of pathetic he's an emotional mess he needs therapy so bad. both of his parents have something wrong with them. HE MAKES ME A LITTLE. SCARED. <:) excited of whatever's about to come with him. we might have a category 7 danabait event on our hands

also his character design is just. so solid. he's so EXPRESSIVE and so soo cute

yuto: ok so i dont know if i was just misled by fanart or if i havent gotten to it yet but i was under the mild impression yuto was going to be a bit of yuya's little Spiritual Guy In His Head (ala yubel, atem, astral, etc) after his got soul absorbed or whatever but WOW. NAH MAN HE'S JUST GONE FROM THIS PHYSICAL REALM AND HIS WAR TRAUMA SEEPS INTO YUYA'S BONES WHETHER HE WANTS IT TO OR NOT. very interested to see how that evolves, if it does. Phantom Knights are kind of hellish to play against but I do like Yuto quite a bit. I love his little avril lavigne circa 2001 tie.

yugo: I HAVENT SEEN ENOUGH OF YUGO IN SHOW TO HAVE A FULL ARRAY OF THOUGHTS YET but having seen him a couple of times + his DL event, I think he's VERY sillyfunny, I love when a yugioh character is kind of a huge doofus dumbass. said with so much love. I think of the three non-Yuya boys yugo's design really feels like it "fits" his home dimension the most--like it's already a racing suit, yeah, but just the design of it, the striking primary colors, yugo really FEELS like a loose 5D's character and it's so nice, i love his design.

yuri: well im a little worried about what this one's gonna do to me too if im being honest. i saw him for like two seconds and well im already enamored. i love his dub voice he sounds like taako adventure zone and it's so fuckign funny

[goodnitedrdead]

I definitely think those type of situations work for Carrillo -- they'd be really cute actually. I love the idea of him making dinner and it burning LOL

Well hello, Christmas anony!

The situation I had in mind was something entirely different from dinner, something a bit more... idk sensual I guess but in the end turns out wrong. Im still working on that so it will definitely be a treat for later 😏

BUT WHILE WE'RE HERE... why don't we use this moment to dive into some hcs? *rubs hands eagerly*

So, it's Christmas Eve and you both had been given the day off, fortunately.

it starts off just as he would've wanted, getting to sleep in for the first time in for fucking ever.

(didn't even get to "sleep in" he was just pleased he didn't have to listen to his damn alarm)

this man is used to waking up at the crack of dawn ever since he was in the military and you know what they say, old habits die hard.

not that he didn't wake up at the crack of dawn this time, but you insisted he stay a little longer in bed because.. "it's Christmas Eve, Horacio. what the fuck else are you gonna do today other than take it easy?"

he decided to listen to you since he knows how you get when sleep gets interrupted for you, so he decided to lay back down.

at this you decided to completely wrap yourself around him to prevent this very very stubborn man to not get up

im talking like tangled legs, half of your body on top of his, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hands buried in his hair, absolutely no fucking way of getting out of this one.

he'd keep dozing in and out of sleep, absolutely enamored by you and all he kept thinking while he was in and out of consciousness was just how happy you made him the short time the two of you have been together

eventually when you did get up, and both got ready for the day, you decided to start cooking to have a nice lil dinner with him to celebrate.

Christmas Day was going to be spent with his family, so as of now the both of you didn't have to worry about that. It was the best idea because that way the kids (his nieces and nephews and his own kids) wouldn't attempt their own extraction mission to open their presents on the 24th.

he convinced you to relax and let him take care of the cooking, which you were a bit like ??? because you've never seen this man cook in the time you've been with him.

not saying he doesn't know how, but lets be honest, he's a man of tradition and he's kinda used to letting the women handle it.

HE DOESN'T FORCE IT THOUGH

but he felt it was the least he could do today for you to just let you know how much he loved and appreciated you being in his life

but oh boy, if that's how he shows his love then... 💀

it was early in the afternoon when he convinced you to go out and do some last minute shopping

you were like ok... there's nothing else to shop for--

"come on, mi vida. we're out of milk"

there was literally milk in the fridge but you were like ok and went out to see what you could find

you did some window shopping since you literally had every.damn.thing. at home already

when the hell were you supposed to go back???? he never mentioned a time or?? anything???

whatever, you decided to head back home after like an hour

when you got home you noticed he had his windows open?????

you literally almost knocked down the door because your keys kept falling out of your hands

when you managed to get it open and you rushed inside you almost fucking asphyxiated on the smell and the smoke inside

"Horacio? What the hell happened?" you kept shouting and trying to look for him

when you turned around to go look upstairs you collided with a goddamn mountain

he held you still so you wouldn't fall back and he looked almost terrified

"you're back?"

"Well what else was I supposed to do? What the fuck happened?"

it was almost cute how SCARED he look

the man was absolutely mortified that you'd found him and his own house in this state

he kept stumbling over his words and stammering as he was trying to explain to you how he almost burned down the house because he didn't know how long he was supposed to leave the food in the oven for????

"are you serious?" was all you could ask him. You honestly didn't even have it in you to question him

the look on his face was GOLDEN. if anyone at the office were to see him like this... ohhh boy they'd never let this go

the fearsome Colonel Horacio Carrillo... standing in front of you trying to explain himself and looking like he was about to burst into tears

all you could do was try to hold back your laughter... and just hug him

"let's clean up and find something else to make"

he just nodded and sighed, now he kept trying to apologize to you for what happened

"Horacio, it's fine. Just please, don't ever go near the kitchen again," was all you told him and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose

a smile adorning your face and he nearly forgot what happened at the sight of you smiling at him

he honestly doesn't know what he'd do without you

[nekkodiaries]

⌖ the 5th shot. ┆what can go wrong? [ 1.1k words ]

"what are you doing frowning like that so early in the morning, princess?"

heeseung's voice disrupts the quietness of the house as he sips on his coffee and reads the news on his phone. "shut up, man." jay groans as he throws off his phone to the side of the couch after losing yet another solo game, two fingers coming up to massage the bridge of his nose. that, add to that the fact that she has been radio silent for the past week. again.

he didn't know why notursniper was stressing him out so much. he didn't even know her.

well, he kind of did. he knew that she preferred having one assault rifle and one sniper on hand, specifically the awm. that was her favorite sniper. but if that wasn't available, she'd settle for a kar98 even though she thinks it "recoils like a motherfucker." her words, not his. from the several matches they've had since the day they made up, he also observed that she hated the laser attachment the most, and that her—

"dear lord, he's gone insane." he hears his other best friend mumble. he doesn't even realize that he's already smiling, but if he were to go by the looks that heeseung and ni-ki gave him, he knows he HAS gone insane.

he'd justify that he had good reasons of going insane. she just has her way with words.

"you know, if you're so bothered by her absence, just ask her for her number.. or twitter. or something. instead of logging in just to check if your little pubg girlfriend messaged you. god, you're so unbelievably bitchless." heeseung snorts as he leaves off all their dishes in the sink.

jay mulls over heeseung's words before he reaches for his phone anxiously typing up another casual "hey, wanna game?" after his last message to see if notursniper would reply any time soon.

ding. his phone ringed and jay couldn't be any quicker to check if it was her.

notursniper: hey loser. missed me?

god was he flustered. he must've looked like a complete desperate idiot to her but of course, he wasn't going to let her know. he wasn't going to let her know that he's been anxious for about a week, worried that she might have thought he still hated her when he was just absorbed in the game. he wasn't going to let her know that every time he'd play, he'd give her cute little icon a stare first, and that her message was the first thing he'd look for each time he'd log in to pubg. he's not letting her know any of that.

killstrike: shut up

notursniper: ? you're the one that's been messaging me non-stop since last week

killstrike: i was just looking for a partner to help me rank up that's all haha

notursniper: didn't you tell me i'm shit at sniping 🤨

killstrike: ok fine SORRY

did i just... apologize? again? that was not like him. in fact, that was the exact opposite of how jay is. his best friends could be his witness to his stubbornness and inability to back down from a fight. but something about the way she talked to him was so different. she matched his energy and for once, he thinks he's finally met his match.

notursniper: apology accepted < 3 im sorry too for not being here ! i was down with fever.

killstrike: oh are you okay?

notursniper: nah its fine im up and running again. nothing can keep me away from playing pubg 😎

killstrike: ok, u stubborn dork killstrike: u wanna play again? i’m free the whole day

notursniper: only if u promise to get ur fuckass head out of the way when i snipe lmfao

killstrike: shut up brat 🤬🤬🤬

after a few days of gaming together, jay eventually managed to ask for a daily schedule where she'd be available so they could meet so he could "rank up" when in reality he just really wanted to talk to her as often as possible. more and more, he'd be enamored by how good she was at the game and how she's so attentive to what he needs. aside from the constant insults and teasing that would admittedly get him irked, he thinks he's grown attached to her. and that was the start of his summer-long pubg adventure with notursniper.

—

scrolling past his twitter feed, he realized it's been a few days since he checked up on you. he checked your profile to see nothing updated there but after checking the mentions tab, he saw a tweet from jake. "ah, she was sick too.. is it fever season?" he mutters to himself, brows slightly meeting together as he stares at your picture.

you were sat on the bed, looking at your phone while your hand covered your nose with tissue. even with your back turned to the camera, you're still beautiful. it must be fun to be your friend. jay wonders how nice your personality must be. were you actually as shy as the rumors say? or did you only reserve your humor and brightness for your close friends?

"dude, you better stop staring and start texting. at this rate, you really won't get to y/n before we all graduate." sunghoon says after peeking at jay's phone, plopping himself down the couch, turning on the tv.

sunghoon's remark returns the frown back on jay's face, earning the younger a throwpillow to the face. "you better shut up if you don't want him kicking you out his condo." heeseung butts in as usual and grabs the pillow before softly swinging it back to the couch. the tv quickly becomes white noise along with his bestfriends' voices as he glosses over sunghoon's words.

senior year's starting in a week and he hasn't made a single progress with the quiet girl of his class. he's known you since the start of the second semester of sophomore year. he remembers it all vividly. he was late to the first day of class after holiday break and you were staring at the bulletin board, fingers gently tracing on the paper. you were wearing a cream-colored cardigan and you had ribbons tied to your ponytail. since then, he nicknamed you as "ribbon girl."

it was to his surprise that you guys ended up in the same class. seated a couple rows behind you, he watched as you raised your hand during the class roll call. "y/n.. what a pretty name." he mumbled to himself, smiling as he wrote your name down in his notebook.

it's been one and a half years and yet he couldn't manage to greet you even once. he wonders if he can muster up the courage to finally ask you out this year. if not, then maybe he can still cling on to his little pubg crush. what can go wrong, right?

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summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking, his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

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[vnd5lain88]

my jjba skincare headcanons . i just need to archive this somewhere

jonathan: breaks out so bad. he found a bottle of face cleanser he found cute at cvs and he uses it everyday and is very diligent about it even if it is just one step. and he is like. he is so enamored. he loves it he thinks he is so cute for doing this

dio: 15 step skin care queen. he knows most of the steps are useless and that his routine is way overcomplicated, but he just loves the feeling of control. and self worship. and he hates jonathans cute little cleanser that he uses only once a day that functions perfectly so so much.

joseph: in his youth he didnt care much for it, in fact he mightve thought it was like. stupid or something. but caesar opened up the world of skincare to him. and while he still decided it wasnt really necessary, as he grew older he remembered what caeser did and talked to him about , and as a way to “preserve his looks” he does skincare now. He grooms himself. You know. Takes care of his nails and such. maybe like after caeser died he started taking care of himself more in general. just a thought

caeser: lovely, lovely skin. naturally. but he is quite well versed in the realm of skincare (this is to assume skincare was as it is now in like. the 1930s. which it wasnt but bear with me) he is just concerned with his appearance a fair amount. in general. thats okay

jotaro: does not fucking care. does not do a thing. dry shaves sometimes. in fact he like doesnt shower sometimes you know. i mean he cares about his hygiene quite a bit and like if he smells or something he’ll shower etc etc quite normal behavior but he just doesnt even know. yet somehow his skin is so flawless. so effervescent. beautiful. but believable. if anything, he washes his face with hand soap. and perhaps deep deep down he thinks it isnt manly of him to practice skin care. like esp during his transmed era. but he would never admit that to himself. After meeting kakyoin that changed . kakyoin was like Oh jotaro, your skin is so beautiful already. You dont need a thing, im jealous! Haha! and he was like ok. actually scratch that he may have tried it for a bit lololo idk about when he gets older though TBH like i dont have the power to think about it this is taking so much out of me in a way. like this is so vulnerable

kakyoin: quite knowledgable on it. i think you know hes read books with skincare related information and he isnt opposed to the idea. he went to a dermatologist to get the proper prescription for his face but even then he doesnt have that bad of acne. just quite simple. a cleanser and then a cream twice a day. it works like a charm. he loves it. he loves washing his face and such. at dawn and at dusk. has talked to jotaro about it. was so shocked to hear what jotaro does. was so shocked to not see even a hint of jotaros carelessness shown on his face. yeah

polnareff: hes so stupid about it he thinks its like science because of the serums. and hes so shocked and amazed and hes like ISNT THAT FOR GIRLS…..? *JAW DROP

avdol: i think he takes to more natural remedies like putting avocado on your face or brown sugar and honey on your back. very smart about it. in fact jotaro has pretty bad bacne so like he does that too he learned it from avdol. because they have talked about skincare. becayse all of the jojo characters have talked about skincare in my world. in my dream world. avdol also focuses on what he eats to keep his skin clear. eating bell peppers and carrots and such.

josuke: literally so obsessed. hes like the skincare queen. like he knows so much he hates the fact that jotaro doesnt care. hes like You are so fucking stupid. i think he is also very very knowledgeable on skincare. the science behind it. its like an obsession. like hes so proud

giorno: very casual about it he has like acne . like a normal face. he doesnt really care . uses his skincare products every once and a while. idk. More focused on other things.

jolyne: shes like her dad she has flawless skin but like she gets small blackheads sometimes and she loves pinching them out and it scabs her face and she s like insane

[prettyflyshyguy]

Alright for the freaks who are oldschool Supernatural tumblr people, or just normal supernatural people, and for the rest who are just like me and don't know shit: I'm dumping all my garbo takes under the cut.

Mostly gonna be me either being really enamored or really upset.

No in-between. These things are either great or the worst. My tastes are specific and I'm picky with vampire fiction and rarely do I find media that ticks the boxes yet, I still watch almost anything I can find obsessively.

Who knows maybe this'll become a new casual TV series if I like the dynamics. Anyway, long post warning under the cut.

They got Bela Lugosi's Dead playing in a room full of nu-metal heads LMFAO

truly the alt communities have always been done so dirty in media

least they did their research on song choices

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jesus christ

flashbacks to my steampunk phase circa 2011

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I LOVE that this woman looks so normie and looks so delighted when she meets this equally normie looking dude in an alternative bar (i want to go there the people seem chill and the vibes are impeccable)

anyway who is this guy he seems familiar

love that they made the most normal dude in the bar the real monster good on them :)

christ they just took one look at twilight and went yeah lets TV parody this shit just for a laugh didnt they

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHE'S 17

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(DID SHE HAVE A FAKE ID I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION)

OK ok ok you get big bonus points just for this bit. Just for this bit.

Thank you supernatural go off

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"I'm just scared I'm dreaming and I'll wake up in math class" girl me too

im sorry this woman looks so much older than 17

POINTS DEDUCTED

POINTS DEDUCTED

BAD TEETH

great eyes, horrendous teeth. very dissapointed. I'm only here for the fucked up canines because we already HAVE them and whats better than perverting the existing human form into something subtly wrong

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This show has such an aggressive title screen compared to buffy and the x files LMAO

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ok i can get behind the chevvy, the chevvy is nice

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

POINTS ADDED - holy shit points added for this cheesy poster alone really capturing the schtick of the late 2000s

ok i get it, i get it guys, they're fun, they're funny, they've got a great sibling energy, the periodic 'screaming' happening in the background of this scene is sending me

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this has been too fun so far i feel like somethings gonna ruin it

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok this is so self aware yet the degree they're committing is just.

its marvelous. this is peak. I'm into it.

there are so many ads please i want to see dean have a bad day

Holy shit is that Skinner from the x files i love that guy

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the fashion. iconic. if anything I'll be coming back to this for inspiration for myself.

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the way Dean just slammed that guy on the car yelling "OPEN YOUR MOUTH"

yeah instant favourite.

you've rounded a corner, a dude has just beat the shit out of your brother and now he's about to force feed him blood and your response is: stand there staring like the shocked pikachu

oh so you wait till after he's done to scream "no!" in a half hearted tone

is there something I'm missing here, i know Sam gets a bit cooked at some point (does he get possessed??? idk) so I'm gonna assume thats whats going on

this is the best 'turning' scene I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing in all my years of trawling through vampire media

holy shit the team that wrote this episode fucking get it

the audio design, the acting, is so on point

Supernatural Crew you cooked so hard and I'm deeply thanking you for it

this was fucking made for me what the fuck what the fruck what the fuck what the fuc

Nooooo dont have an emotional breakdown in the bathroom looking at your fangs, but you're so sexy aha

The constant heartbeats anytime Deans in a room with someone got me grinning like :]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

ok points deducted, again, for bad teeth but my god

the "I gotta go-" scene GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT

someone get this kicked puppy a sippy cup

a red fanta chug jug

where is his sippy cup

look i know its probably not fun, at all, to drink red mystery meat juice on set but its gotta be cheaper than CGI teeth. Please.

Please let more relunctant vampires reluctantly chug jug (with you)

Oh Never Mind they wrote it in that he can't drink or he's stuck >:(

im still having a good time, just a bit less of a good time

YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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using a large serrated knife to cut appart a horde of vampires seems like a great idea and getting covered in blood you're not supposed to drink is inevitable

but watch out

Sam: thats a pretty mentally stable thing to do

I REALLY WANT TO

CHUG JUG WITH YOU

ok this scene of him makes up for the lack of authentic blood chug jug I'll take what I can get

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Ok final thoughts: that was a solid 7 and a half out of 10

thank you Supernatural you hit almost all the high notes when most stuff falls flat for me. Still, you came soooooooooo close. And got so far. And Yet in the end it doesnt even matter.

Still, this one's going straight to the pool room, and I can comfortably say I'm throwing it on the shelf of 'comfort media' that I can go back to on a bad day.

This had some fucking BANGER scenes that surpassed my expectations and deeply pleasantly surprised me. Good shit! As someone who is hard to please, this was a riot. Still; a shame they arbritrarily rules-d him taking a chunk out of someone. Would have been sick. Could have had the great slow build up of the initial turning scene - him and the love interest, holding back - then him cracking it after holding out and snapping.

It is not too much to ask, I swear. It's a good trope.

Do I dare take the risk of trawling through fanfiction to find another horribly specific weirdo like me, because Supernatural seems huge and a scary place to fanfic trawl.

[27emailsicantsend]

ok its absolutely SENDING me how after the first kiss and ricky pulls back you can kinda see gina’s lipstick above his top lip and its just funny to me cause like obviously she has fuller lips than him so its inevitable skskskskgfdd but anyway they both look very blissful and breathless and enamored after kissing THAT IS TRUE LOVE!! sidenote that video of the confession and kiss with the audio removed…just a moment of silence because yeah music helped keep that scene pg friendly bc that scene can easily read as pg-14 without it.

also could you imagine if they give us a proper prom episode so we get to see ricky watch in complete awe as gina comes down the stairs in her dress and he goes ‘wow.’ IMAGINE THE ROMCOMIFICATION!!! and like she pins his little flower that coordinates with her dress to the lapel and her hands are shaking out of the good kind of nervousness so he puts his over hers and they share a look before pressing their foreheads together and he finishes it for her. and then they take a million pics in the foyer of gina’s house and wouldn’t it be sweet if ms. porter, mr. bowen AND ms. bowen was there along with todd because they can coexist more peacefully after this summer. so they are surrounded by their loved ones WHILE BEING IN A TOTAL LOVE BUBBLE OF THEIR OWN.

and as much as i love them i hope we seblos win prom royalty and they get their chance to have a first dance while everyone watches (at least thats how my prom was) and ricky is backhugging gina while they sway slowly, gina intertwining their fingers as they do so, watching seblos have their moment and gina telling ricky that shes sorry he didnt win prom king as a senior like he wanted and he looks downs at her from over her shoulder and smiles ‘i already won. im here with the prettiest girl in the world and *chuckle* i think she kinda likes me’ and gina laughs before smiling back ‘well she feels lucky to be with the most handsome cutest boy. and she loves him actually’ and he kisses her temple and cheek and by the. seblos dance is over so they join their friends on the dance floor to have an amazing time!!!!and IM MAKING MYSELF CRY ATP!!!! aka im bday anon back again w more shenanigans and feeling extra delusional so im giving myself two cupcakes 🧁🧁

Just bday anon back at it again with this tomfoolery (which I absolute love and am obsessed with everything I’m sent 😂)

I NEVER NOTICED THE LIPSTICK ARE YOU KIDDING THAT IS SO FUNNY 😂 that is giving extra simp status. I can’t explain it. I know its and uncontrollable variable but there is no other explanation than him simping. Also hard agree some of the scenes in this show make me 🤨 that’s probably why its disneyPLUS. It’s disneyPLUS adult themes?? Idk man if they keep this up we may have to bump up the rating. There was definitely an innuendo with Carlos and the guy at the cabin and then all of the bleep outs of cussing and then rina…. Idk idk. However on other disney shows they’ve definitely had adult/jokes themes (good luck Charlie for example) and it still stayed at a G rating? At this point I actually don’t know what pushes ratings higher anymore haha

You absolutely deserve two cupcakes for the delusion!! I am BEGGING Tim to give us “a night to remember”. Like SO much. So we see all the girls and guys dressing up and then maybe we see rina as an actual pick up date for prom scene (like you suggested). And it would absolutely be a repeat of camp prom where ricky chokes on his own spit when he sees her 😂 and then they take all the cute pictures and you can just see how NERVOUS ricky is. Like he’s been dating her for so long yet he is an absolute mess trying to put her corsage on and open all her doors and stuff. Then gina just opens her own door at some point (it’s me, I’m gina- I’m an absolute nuisance on dates because I hate when guys open my door 😂). And the Seblos royalty is so cute and absolutely as it should be!!! They have their own little first dance and then everyone else joins in 🥹 that would be so sweet. That dress would be SO pretty on her!!!! Ooh and maybe with hair like her Anna braid updo?? Literally show stopping. I could also see her in a small dress with a slit at the torso or a long two piece dress. Heck doesn’t matter it’s Sofia Wylie she could literally wear a garbage bag and we would all be jealous.

I CANNOT WAIT to see rina as a love sick couple it’s the ONLY time I allow cheese on my screen!!! You should read my Christmas Fic in the “my writings” in my bio. I made a whole plot around ricky getting a scarf from gina ;) (this was in between s1 and s2 when I wrote it but it was still cute :))… New Years eve fic is pt. 2 to the Christmas one if you want to read that as well. 😊 and can you imagine the cute screen savers?? I have a feeling gina would have a cute coupley photo as hers but ricky would just have pictures of her because he’s sick and in love. And them just hanging out after school and like cuddling on the couch or doing homework together or riding skateboards etc. 😭 and him hanging out with her while she practices dance because he just loves watching her dance 😭 help s4 is so far away I’m miserable

Ten cupcakes for you 🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

[fyorina]

HI HI HELLO PT2 PT2 PT2 HERE AHHHHH

oh my god ofc dazais motivator would be to annoy poor kuni 😭😭😭 (jokes kinda on him tho :3) and thus the unfortunate part about being associated w him is the entire ada questioning our sanity <\3 yosano would be best wingwoman tho cause shes the coolest outta the lot :D

and, ofc, i have to write paragraphs about dazai and his atrociously charming behavior. (time for the 3am rambles pt 2) hrggh the dazai. good lord where do i even begin.. like wtfhshbshs hes actually so sweet when hes in love what! fluff fluff fluff everywhere. and im so interested to see where the plot will go like will that govt official dude guy be bad (i forgot his name </3) will we be in peril ooooo. i dont trust him cause the dazai always has good instincts. anyways back on dazai hrrghhh shsjsnnsjs carina ur writing sobs cries bsnsjejs looks at u thru tears of pure joy u have given me one more reason to look forward to fridays!!!

sobbingf cause im late again if u dont mind pls put me on ur taglist for bsd posts i want to get the noti and go straight to ur inbox and ramble there

TUMBLR USER MINOMIKN WELCOME BACK I'VE MISSED YOUUUUU o(〒﹏〒)o

HAHAH DAZAI DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO GET UNDER KUNIKIDA'S SKIN DJFAHSDIUFHSUD IT KILLS ME and yosano o(〒﹏〒)o she's so sweet i love her sm, she just wants to see dazai happy </333

dazai is so :'))) he's just a boy in LOVEEEEE, he is so entirely enamored and refuses to even admit it to himself yet. it's ok tho because he will soon!!! trust!!! no but he's genuinely so fun to write, i'll always adore writing for him because even though he's so complex he's just so :'))) sighs dreamy.

you will probably end up being disappointed about the gov plot jahfasufhsidfua i ended up dropping the ball on it, i had such grand plan for it but ended up scrapping it because if i did it, i'd have to extend the fic an extra like 2-3 chapters and i didn't want to do that because i was already too excited to start uu HAHAH

I WILL DEFINITELY TAG YOU <333 ILYSM I WEEP I WEEP I WEEP

[salaciousslut]

Good morning princess, I slept well, and i hope you did too<3 What was the dream about? I like hearing about people's dreams, esp since i dont have many of my own (the ones i do have are usually precognitive dreams)

Im already slowly convincing myself to just be braver. Like i wanna know so much more about you🫣 I would love to know what you do but thats gotta be asked away from the public eye, like i will admit only reason i gave a vague answer so publicly myself is cause im on anon. Ive been trying to work up the nerve to click message and not anon🫣 but it makes me happy that youre willing to wait for my shy ass to show up in your dms, sweetheart<3 And i dont mean to be too vain, but sweet thing I think you might be more than just a little enamored<33 but thats ok, you wanted to feed into my confidence a little anyway☺️

I'm obsessed with playing with other people's hair, it always feels nice. So come over and cuddle with me sweetheart, i wouldnt mind if you let me play with your hair and trace shapes on your skin, if you fell asleep in my arms i wouldnt mind<3☺️

Im Sagittarius rising! I feel like i cant dispute my chart like even a little, i was born a little early! The stars were in alignment hehe🤭 But I can see your Aquarius traits now that you mention it. Also some of my best friends have earth suns and air risings or air sun/earth rising. It seems the people around me gotta keep me grounded but inflate my sense of self at the same time 🤭 but I am all fire signs for my big three🫣 i'd love to see your chart sometime, i dont fully know everything but astrology is a big thing for me like im a little delusional about the planets, stars, and the moon but they've never led me astray!

I did have fun! But i think I would've preferred having a reason to ignore my game🤭 it wouldve been nice getting under the covers with a warm and cute girl last night<3 especially when i had a hard time getting myself to sleep when i was tired🥺

What have you been up to today, sweetheart?

hi hi hi!!! im glad u slept well!! im really bad at remembering my dreams but all i know is that u made an appearance!!

i know its hard to work up the courage to get off anon so never feel bad!!and if im enamored, so are you handsome!!! 😇🥰

ugh i would love that!!! sometimes i find myself tracing shapes on my skin to mimic that so it would be amazing to have someone else do it!! plus im sooo sleepy today so a lazy day would be perfect

awww i love my lil fire signs, they have def grown on me a lot and i love the spontaneity that they give me!! hehe i think these are some good signs!! im all earth and air too!! but yes i dont know much but i love the stars and moon and stuff!!

noooo im sorry u have a hard time sleeping, i really wish i could help!!!

im being studying today, accidentally took a mid morning nap so i have to grind for my exam tomorrow! but i just had lunch and am curled up with my computer!!

how about you?