#im stealing this even tho i barely write

[eudico-my-beloved]

I fucking hate my culinary class table group soooo bad i should be allowed to hit them with carrots i think

[the-record]

ICU

SUMMARY: ellies lost her keys…again… luckily dina’s pretty friend has an empty bed

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: none?

A/N: i missed these and yall!! not fully back but i miss writing also if u see stranger things content don’t be alarmed! still v much in love with ellie and abs

‘ I FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I SEE YOU NOW ‘

elliewilliams

elliewilliams LET ME INNNNNNNN. JOEL PLEASE LET ME INNNNNNNN

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dina_nolastname BAAHHAHA IMAGIWN 

   elliewilliams i HATE you CRY URSELF TO SLEEP

joelmmm 💤💤💤

   elliewilliams JOEL PLEASE UTS COLD

   elliewilliams IM TIRED AND IM VERY SORRY 

   elliewilliams JOELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

jessesucks go to tommy and marias stupid

   elliewilliams why didnt i think of that? oh wait I DID ITS 2 AM AND THEY HAVE A BABY STUPJD HOW DID YOU EVEN GRADUATE??!!?!?!

yourusername did u lose ur key again

   elliewilliams …no… also HOW DO U KNOW AB THAT?!?!

      yourusername dina talks a LOT when shes drunk

angel: ellie come to mine

ellie: huh?

a: ur locked out, im not, my beds made, urs probably isnt, come over.

e: u barely know me?!?!?

a: dina trusts u idc, come over rn or ill pick u up.

e: send me ur address.

“this was really nice of you.” ellies voice breaks the silence as make room for her beside you. you wave your hand, no worries, but she insists. “no seriously, you could’ve let me die. freeze. starve even.”

when you laugh she doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound. “ellie i don’t think any of those things would’ve happened.” you smile and lean on an elbow to look at her. “and i really don’t mind, gets lonely anyways. need a loser dork to fill the silence.” you tease.

she gasps in faux hurt, tracing an imaginary tear down her face.

elliewilliams

elliewilliams an ANGEL yall. $10,000,000 for her and her only.

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yourusername bye i let you stay over a night 😭 i didnt cure cancer

   elliewilliams ur right. $100,000,000 mb

dina_nolastname *sighs*

   elliewilliams i hate you.

joelmmm yourusername I am so sorry Ellie intruded, I’ll pay you for your time and kindness. 

   yourusername 😭😭 damn

      elliewilliams ignore him, he drinks

         yourusername its 8 am.

jessesucks oh you will NEVER live this down.

   elliewilliams blocked.

a_anderson you are an embarrassment to society!

   elliewilliams i hate all of u.

e: hey!

a: real chipper today huh

e: didn’t lose my key all week so yes very

e: i have a question tho

a: lmao im gonna steal ur key from u, whats up?

e: do u wanna go to a concert this weekend??

e: i bought the tickets for dina and i but she cancelled last minute and jesse cant go

e: its like 2 hours away on saturday 

e: also do NOT touch my key please i m begging

a: yea actually id love too :)

a: text me the details

e: great

e: okay yea ofc

elliewilliams 

elliewilliams so…

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dina_nolastname MRS STEAL UR GIRL 

   elliewilliams SHE WAS NEVER URS!!!

jessesucks GASPING when did this development occur.

   elliewilliams 🤓☝️

      jessesucks BREAK UP

yourusername girl on the left is sooo fine

   elliewilliams crazy, im more into the one on the right

   dina_nolastname yall r EMBARRASSING 

joelmmm yourinstagram Come for dinner tomorrow! Would love to meet Ellie’s pick of the month. 🩷

   yourinstagram GOODBYEEE

   elliewilliams JOEL?!?!??!!!??!

yourusername

yourusername in an interesting turn of events…

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jessesucks GAG

   yourusername this is why dina dumped you! 💋

      dina_nolastname BYEEE true tho

elliewilliams bruh we are so cute

   yourusername okay “bruh”

      elliewilliams WIAT OM SORRY

dina_nolastname mrs. stolen girl 💔💔

   yourusername im always urs bae 

a_anderson wheres MY cute gf damn.

   yourusername I KNOW SOMEONE WHOO LIIIIIIKES YOU!!

      a_anderson SPILL. 

   elliewilliams go away! 💋

a: hey

e: hi

a: come over?

a: please?

e: are you okay??

a: just please come over.

e: im omw right now

e: be there in 10

e: unlock the front door

a knock on your door wakes you from the light sleep you’d been in. a small ‘come in’ has ellie gently opening the door and walking softly towards your bed. her hands brush hair from your face, a kind smile on her face. something you can’t pinpoint in her eyes.

“you doing okay babe?” her voice is just above a whisper, though no one else would be home to hear it otherwise. “tired?”

you hum an answer out and reach for one of her hands, fiddling with her rings and avoiding her eyes. “can you turn off the light and sit with me?” she smiles and nods, savoring one more second before standing and taking off her jacket while walking to the switch.

its still light out, the evening sun beginning to set but still lighting up enough of your room. as she’s getting in beside you, she notices what you’re wearing. “nice shirt,” ellie says with a snort.

its one of hers, you stole it a few weeks ago with no intention of giving it back. her heart grows as a small smile graces your features. “there she is.” you flush and turn away. she coos teasingly while getting comfortable behind you.

when you do turn, shes the perfect pillow. her fingers trace your features as your eyes shutter closed.

e: hi love, you wanna do something today?

a: you have something in mind?

e: thought we could go bowling 

e: that new bowling place just opened downtown, looks cute

a: kinda tired. do something at home?

e: alreadyomw with snacks for u

a: youre the best.

a: i miss you.

e: i miss you too. you doing okay?

a: are you at work

a: im tired

e: i get off in 30 

e: come over to mine, joel will let you in

a: okay

elliewilliams 

elliewilliams bbg needs a NAP theyre grouchy

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yourusername i know where you live.

   elliewilliams LOVE YA!

joelmmm Photo creds.

   elliewilliams sighs.

dina_nolastname angel ALWAYS needs nap bro gets really grumpy

   yourusername I ALSO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

      dina_nolastname see? grumpy.

jessesucks we’ve all seen the pictures she looks absolutely BEAUTIFUL, uhm… and he’s there… (ellie is he)

   dina_nolastname (ellie is he) BYE

   yourusername HEY JESSIE WOAHHH FEELS LIKE A PARTY EVERYDAY

   elliewilliams remember when dina dumped u?

a: can we go to the aquarium 

e: you feel up to it?

a: no obviously i asked because i don’t 

e: OKAY SORRY DAMN

e: god just being a supportive girlfriend and this is what i get. 

a: GOODBYE I DONT WANNA GO ANYMORE

e: no im sorry im sorry im sorry i wanna go

a: YAY

a: pick me up in 30 pls

e: of course love 

e: im glad you’re feeling better

e: very excited rn

yourusername

yourusername finally left the house after 72628748829 years 

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elliewilliams @ the guy who took this for us ur so real

   yourusername YEA!!!!!!

dina_nolastname yall r so cute CRY

   yourusername u want me fr

jessesucks ICK

   dina_nolastname this is why i dumped u

elliewilliams 

elliewilliams a moment for the gf!

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yourusername OF ALL THE THINGS YOU POST THIS?!?!? THIS?!!!!!!!?

   elliewilliams but u look so pretty

      yourusername CHOKE ily

         elliewilliams I love YOU

dina_nolastname my wife is so gorg

   elliewilliams back off?

      yourusername LADIES LADIES theres enough of me to go around

jessesucks cute ig

joelmmm You found a good one babygirl! 

   elliewilliams DAMN RIGHT I DID

e: hey i love you

a: i love you too

a: u lose ur key again?

e: …

a: ffs come over good god

e: already here!

a: R U IN MY KITCHEN??!

e: ur mom says hi

e: be up in a sec!! snacks!

[jesterjaxx]

Halloween AU lore dump!!!

❗️WARNING❗️

so much infodumping world buidling and headcannons

DJ- Robot

Originally built to be a robo cop type deal. But when given free will refused to hurt anyone and got scrapped

Was found and repurposed by "Momma" to be a son

Really fuckin loves animals. Nature in general but mostly animals.

They get spooked by him a lot though

Hes kinda sad about this but gets it.

Momma is a scraper/engineer and outfitted him with everything a "good human boy" would need, like touch receptors and an ability to taste

Nothing to be done about majorly changing how he looks tho

The ability to feel is a bit too much sometimes

Sometimes all he can feel is cold

Goes to Duncan to see if he can do something about helping communicate to animals that he is a friend. Ala magic.

Machinery and Magic don't mix well typically, you gotta be crazy specific, which isn't really Duncan's styel

Duncan likes DJ tho, and proceeds to steal some of Harolds spellbooks

Side plot of them being wayyyy to hard for him to read, in both way too high level and shitty handwritten chickenscratch that fucks with his dyslexia, so he has to ask Harold for help

Maybe they learn to better understand eachother idk

Maybe they kill eachother

Harold and Duncan team up 6 dead 9 injured every single person is fucking baffled

Anyways DJ is like iron giant up in this bitch

His Momma is kinda worried that one day he'll learn enough mechanics to fix himself up and wont need her anymore

Tyler - Harpy

Ok the chicken fear makes sense now

He gets the uncanny valley feeling looking at chickens

I would too

He would fly into a window

Can he fly?

Hes like a turkey

Or a seagull

Wait im an idiot hes a chicken

Duh

Eva - Gargoyle

Her carver loved buff women thank god almighty for that

Punches like a brick wall

Living Stone

lion paws for feet

Did you guys know sound resonates the best through solids??

Her music listening experience is legit i just know it

Noah - The Blob/ slime monster

Oh god that poor guy

Hes gonna get slime all over his books

Harold - Witch

He's the type of witch to have seperate waters for different kinds of spells

A pretty dorky Witch, even by witch standards

Wears proper witch PPE (robes and hat)

Has his sheldon Big Bang Theory style shirts on underneath tho

Uses incantations and written spells in magical languages mainly

Uses the starlight, paper, ink, historical artifacts and an assortment of magical ingredients as fuels

Has a large collection of quality spellbooks for references

Not those shitty amazon spellbooks that are just a list of pre written spells, these ones were written by some old hag 80 years ago and through flowery rambleing language tell you how write spells yourself. They go into spell syntax.

Harolds books for writing incantations and spells are spiral notebooks

If he uses smbols will typically craft a custom sygil for it

Uses alot of number magic and latin

Uses his confidence in his skills with writing spells to harness magic

Is better at doing spells for other people, when doing spells for himself he tends to overcomplicate things

Actually went to magic camps and magic summer schools

"I was trained for this!" and it's Mostly true

Can make the most specific fucking spell work for him

I cannot stress he is good at this type of casting.

Duncan's way of doing magic pisses him off. Both are convinced their way is better

Harold to Duncan ->"What the fuck do you mean you increased your strength with a posca marker, bare knuckles and a dream. How are you not dead yet >:[ "

He has a lot of respect for magic itself, Duncan's almost disrespectful way of using magic makes him mad.

Whats worse is that it works.

How Harold casts a spell

Writes down a goal -> outlines different methods to achieve it (incantations, scrolls, potions) -> writes out the spelleork with alot of detail accounting for almost every outcome -> it takes very long -> outwardly or inwardly recites writes spell to activate it -> profit

Alejandro - Siren

(I give up with organization here no more bullet points)

Mermaids and Sirens are almost identical, with few overt physical differences

Sirens will typically have colored iris', 2 finned gills, longer tounges, boned ears and uniformly sharp teeth

Mermaids have colored scalera, 3 smooth gills, finned ears and sharp canines

This isn't a rule, and in modern times there are few families of sirens or mermaids that havent mixed with other monsters at some point

Both species have shape-shifting abilities.

Mermaids have two forms, and can switch between them at will, though the process takes hours and the mermaid will have to stay in either aquatic or land form for a couple weeks before changing again. though this wait time can be speed up with tailsmen, it's can cause health problems.

Siren can shift their features at will, including shifting from aquatic to non aquatic with no wait time, some families of Siren encourage "good breeding" and fostering shifting abilities to the point of shifting bone structure, hair, colors and gender at will. This level of shifting controll is a very desirable trait, and cannot be learned.

Alejandro is one of these few families who try to stay purely Siren

Hes a 100% Siren, but unlike his brothers he lacks any shape-shifting abilities, a flaw that has brought him great shame (this is just a genetic fluke, it's like a birth defect)

but he has both a very powerful ability to enchant his words and natural charisma. Dangerous combo.

Because of the well known knowledge that Sirens can manipulate people with ease, Alejandro semi pretends that he is a Mermaid, using his long hair to obscure his gills

He more just lets people assume hes a Mermaid and does not correct them rather than actually lying

He lies about many things but outright lying about species is a bit much

Siren Speech doesn't work as good if someone's also using magic at the same time or knows what's up about it

It doesn't work that great on Heather, Duncan or Harold point blank, or Lindsay, Beth Trent and Justin if they're shifting or shifted

Good thing hes manipulative on his own!

Beth - Mermaid

Yeah sure why not

I don't know enough about Beth yet i need a moot whose obsessed with her

Ezekiel - Ghost

Lmao hes invisible

Poor dude probably gets looked over all the time

Hes just clothes and a transparent person

Justin - Werewolf

The twilight girls would go crazy over him i know it

Cody - Puppet

Oh poor dude

Itll look cool tho

Hed make knock on wood jokes all the time

Trent - Werecat

The trustin girls would go crazy over this i know it

But real like hes chillin

Would use claws as a pick

Geoff - Frankenstein

A man of the people

Literally

Looses limbs easily

Wakes up after a party like "wheres my leg lmao"

Heather - Zombie

Oh this is good

Shes vegan

Would insult people like "i can tell you have a brain why the hell don't you use it"

Very concerned over phsyical appearance

Uses so so many products

Pretty alive looking for a zombie cuz of it

It's kinda creepy

Her eyes got no eyeshine tho

Like a shark.

Gwen - Skeleton/Ghost

Ok this was an accidental double Gwen got both Skeleton and ghost

Since Ezekiel is already a ghost i'm Gonna lean into the Skeleton bit more but throw a transparent silhouette over all of her for the ghost bit

Ghost vs Zombie rivalry

She'd do all sorts of cool drawings and markings on her bones

Gwen, drawing a bat on her femur with sharpie: tattoo moment

Her eyeliner is also sharpie

Who the fuck cares about skincare when you don't have skin

Lindsay: you shouldn't put permanent marker on your face! It can hurt you 🥺

Gwen, floating bones:

LeShawna - Chimera

YES I LOVE MONSTER COMBOS

LIKE COMBINATIONS OF MULTIPLE ANIMALS

lets do classic chimera but with one head

Lean into the Lioness bit cuz Leshawna is a boss bitch and Lionesses are so fucking cool

I might give her a scorpion tail

Duncan - Witch

Another double whoops lol

He's a "fuck it we ball" typa witch

lmao he and Harold are beefing like crazy i know it Harold has 12 spellbooks hes memorized with their specific ways of casting and Duncan is writing runes on his knuckles with sharpie

Duncan to Harold ->"Why are you using 2 pages of latin for a fire spell??"

"Because i need only this bit of wood to light on fire a little bit and nothing else and if i dont i could loose control of it or blow it up or it might not even start"

*stares in did finger guns at a branch and cremated it for fun*

Harold to Duncan ->"Why are you writing runes on your nailpolish??"

"i'm tired of being the only scary bitch here without claws"

*stares in once accidentally rubbed spell notes off of his spellbook and onto his face while passed out on his desk and gave himself acid burns for 3 weeks"

They go crazy they go stupid

Hes self taught

The Duncan and Harold bullying arc turned Street smart vs actually Smart but make it witches

Mostly just picking shit up as he goes

"Stole" (it was free) a pamphlet on different types of magical symbols and has managed to make the symbols illustrated in it work for almost every spell he wants

Fueled by raw unrelenting audacity

Real lore tho- magic is created with belief and harnessed with confidence, you can either go the intellectual route and control every variable and have trust in your control of those variables to harness the magic like Harold, or like Duncan, have enough semi-unearned confidence in yourself to harness magic with little need for more than a few variables.

Basically as a general rule, it has as much meaning as you truthfully believe it does

Doesn't explain what hes casting or how hes doing it

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"what are you a cop?"

(learned from illustrations, word of mouth, and other witches on the street)

Has a couple stick n poke magical symbols, several other scribbled on symbols that are temporary

Biggest one is a glyph for fire on his hand, he doens most of his spells using it

Has burns around his glyph tattoos from spells backfiring cuz he got distracted

Uses sharpies, spraypaint, eyeliner and the insides of firecrackers for drawing symbols

If he needs a magical material he'll typically substitute whatever he has on him, belief goes a long way.

"Pure Holy Silver?... this earring looks silver enough

This doesn't work for potions cuz potions are only a little left to normal chemistry.

Has alot of talisman he wears

Carries extra ingredients on him ala accessories cuz fuck it it looks cool

Mains his spells with symbols, uses potions or material fuels if he cant make a good connection between what he wants and one of 10 symbols he remembers at any given time

Uses moonlight, bones, rocks, and personal artifacts as fuels

How duncan casts a spell

Draws glyph -> creates a mental connection between what the glyph means and what he wants to do (this is mostly subconscious with Duncan he doenst know what hes doing he just knows he does it well)-> activates glyph physically (ie hitting, tapping, lighting, punching, tracing with finger)

Example: draws fire glyph on Chris's camper -> wants to set it on fire but not the surrounding grass and trees -> smacks the side of the camper that has the glyph on it -> profit

Duncan, to Harold: You make magic math, i make magic my bitch

Bridgette - Alien

Aww she could be so cute

Surfer girl from planet nine

Owen - Plant Monster

This could visually look really cool

Big carnivorous plant

Izzy - Angel

kaleidoscope = biblically accurate form, cuz she "Looks like a kaleidoscope! Duh!"

Lindsay - Selkie

If you steal her coat ill fucking kill you

Sadie - Vampire

Ough thats cute

I'm Gonna make her pigtails batwings

Katie - Zombie

undead girlfriends

Sadie thinks Katie is so pretty it doesn't matter her eye just fell out

Courtney - Demon

Oh this bitch looooves contracts

Is also upset about Duncan but she just doesn't like witches in general

Whats the point of making deals with humans for magical powers of some humans give themselves magical powers

Demon of what?? Pride maybe?? Or envy??

Shes a sweetheart tho

[ranposgirlboss]

~bsd comfort hcs~

this came about while i was cleaning dishes and scanning my check in from work LMAOAKSIUJSAHb (this is pretty much just a more elaborate ver of my other one)

can also be seen as romantic or platonic!!

charas: sigma, ranpo, poe, chuuya, and nikolai

genre: FLUFF!!!!!!! some mild hurt comfort <3

I ALSO STARTED THIS AFTER WORK SO IT MIGHT KINDA SUCK SINCE IM SO TIRED OMFG 😭 IM SORRY IF IT DOES ILL GIVE U A KISS IN RETURN

(it slowly goes more and more downhill)

LESSGOOO ₍₍ ◝(　^∀ ^ )◟ ⁾⁾

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SIGMA

-SIGMAA (my crush on this man grows bigger by the day), so as i mentioned last time he would know when there's something wrong pretty quickly!!

-sigma would probably play a game of cards with you to distract you for a bit tbh (he will hesitantly agree to play uno AJHNMAKBHJS HIM PKAYING UNO WOULD BE SO FUNNY but anyways.)

-may or may not try to lose on purpose in an attempt to make you happier

-seems like a speed typa guy (that card game is so fun its the best one)

-after a bit and once youve calmed down, he'll ask what happened to you

-if you to choose to explain, he would probably gossip about it with you, or tell you its ok and you're doing great <33

-if you choose not to, he totally understands! he'll just keep on playing the card game with you, or yall could go do something else!!

-VERY GOOD COMFORT!!

RANPO

-lets all be honest with ourselves

-he isnt the BEST at comfort

-however, that doesnt necessarily mean that hes BAD at it

-he will take a bit to notice, as he is pretty absorbed in cases, eating snacks, and being a dense genius that cant tell peoples emotions that well!!

-but, you can always ask him to distract you for a bit if your emotions are very big

-hes very good at distracting you

-probably will say "stop staying cooped up inside!! >:(" and just grab you and take you to some bakery to eat sweets with him, to play video games with you!!

-since he gets that youre not in the best mood, hell try his best not to steal your food. keyword: best.

-playing games with ranpo is so fun don't even

-he probably wouldnt be the best at responding well if you ranted to him, would probably say that he's sorry but that's kinda the best he can do

-if you dont wanna talk about it, perfect!! ranpo is internally scared you might lash out at him due to his lack of actual response ಥ‿ಥ

-pretty good at comfort, mostly just turns to yall hanging out tho!!

POE

-im never gonna stop writing for him be prepared to see him in every hcs <33

-at first he wouldnt know what to do

-i mean, hes barely even had any FRIENDS to comfort.....sooooooooooooooo

-his version of comfort is like buying a mansion if you feel sad

-i mean thats somehow the ONLY conclusion

-"you dont feel sad anymore right y/n ( ꈍᴗꈍ)"

-I MEAN YOU CANT FEEL SAD WHEN YOURE SUPER SHOCKED SO IT KIND OF WORKS JUST....NOT THE WAY YOU EXPECTED

NIKOLAI

-THE SILLY.

-HE IS THE PRIME JOKESTER. HE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES.

-he just doesnt wanna see you sad, BUT HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO ACTUALLY COMFORT PEOPLE

-so, he will make you laugh. to distract you from the problem.

-he very well knows that this wont help in the long run, but i mean, what is he gonna do?? learn how to ACTUALLY comfort you?? why would he do that when he can be silly instead????? (same)

-if you didnt laugh at his jokes, well, then he'll shock you out of sadness.

-will literally fucking teleport your whole body some place random. (use his silly ability, idfk what its called 😭)

-like im not fucking joking

-so laugh for your own sake

-OR YOURE GOING TO THE VOID!!!

CHUUYA

-i eat my manga chuuya'os everyday (get it??? because cheerios and chuuya, so if you combine the names you get chuuyios/chuuya'os. laugh.)

-hot take, I THINK HE WOULD BE REALLY GOOD AT COMFORT

-LIKE NO CAP

-he would probably just bluntly ask you what was wrong, and if you don't want to explain, that's alright.

-im not gonna shut up about him taking you on motorcycle rides.

-i never WILL >:(

[sweettoothvn]

I ended up going on a tangent in a server about the yandere types so here are more detailed explanations.

Also for context: When i say 'they/them/their' im referring to MC/You/love interest, etc

Since this IS yandere i will give some TW// Mentions of Self-Harm, Severe Manipulation, Stalking, Stealing, Delusions, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Violence, Mental/Physical Abuse, Mentions of sexual content.

Kieran

a lot of his songs are about his love interest, people arent liking the new lovey dovey shit too much tho. Eventually he moves back to his regular music but keeps writing songs about them, realizing it's only appropriate for them to hear. He collects hair accessories from his love interest along with makeup products. Sometimes he likes to use the lipstick/chapstick/lip gloss that they use. In terms of possessiveness he is very clingy around them. He hates it when others look at them or even try to touch them. Considering his wealth he definitely spoils them a lot, mostly with food though. And lingerie. Lots of lingerie. As for sex he's very hesitant about it at first, quite anxious actually. Once alone with his love interest, when they finally get together too, he allows them to be out and about, showing off to the world who they belong to and who they will never leave. Not like they could if they wanted to of course, Kieran could absolutely destroy their life until they come crawling back to him. And nobody wants that right?

Eddie

he uses his knowledge in hunting to make his love interest feel like a caged animal. Sure they dont want to talk to him or even look at him considering what he's done but they'll learn to accept it. Won't they? He's not hesitant on harming them if need be, whatever it takes after all. When first meeting him he's pretty quiet, just watching innocently and barely talking to them. If they start talking with him- or rather at him- he's keen on listening intently, watching their lips as they speak. He definitely starts taking care of himself more to make himself look more appealing to them as well. Of course once his love interest is in his own hands, he takes it upon himself to make sure they are a permanent resident in a small cabin in the middle of no where. The beautiful woods now littered with traps galore, there's no hope for salvation if you're looking for it. Unless you're looking to find it in Eddie of course, considering he is the only person you're around and in his words, the only one you'll ever need.

Andre

he's definitely more sociable with his love interest than normal. 'Coincidentally' running into them in public every single fucking day. He's terribly clingy and touchy, wrapping an arm around their shoulders or grabbing their hand. The pet names are relentless. When they arent looking, he's silently threatening the people around them that seem interested in his love interest. They definitely dont want to fuck with him, he could ruin their food supplies so easily, only providing bad crops until they back off. Theyre so hungry they either eat the crops or back off. Hes pretty controlling once he gets his hands on his love interest. Keeping them home and trying to make it seem like the world is awful without him. His security systems are intense and difficult to bypass. For once Chrys could never fathom getting through them theyre so complex.

Zach

their medication has been acting odd lately. Is it Zach's fault. Definitely. Their mind is malleable now and theyre barely able to control their own body as they feel so loopy. Constantly high off of whatever Zach is lacing in their pills. This makes it easier for him to mold them into what he wants them to believe. Only then will he allow them to ween off the drugs he had plagued their system with. As for keepsakes its definitely hair-? He makes... dolls with them... Considering he's a Franix he's definitely feeding off of his love interest frequently. Not enough to kill them but enough to keep them weak. It doesnt matter what their blood type is, it will always be so sweet to him.

Casey

he appears to be as innocent as he usually is. Smiling, giggling, sociable as ever. He was everyone's favorite but when he saw his love interest he wanted nothing but them. He didn't care about anyone else. At that point when he spoke to other people it was to keep his reputation up. Pretend to be the giggly fun loving dork everyone knew. Slowly but surely he would make sure to isolate his love interest. He made sure people felt uncomfortable around them, spreading rumors and using his abilities to change people's moods everytime their name was brought up. Until they broke and reached out to him for comfort. Every time they would cry he would make them feel better, alleviate the pain, training them to rely on him like they were some sort of pet. His favorite item to collect would be t-shirt or jackets, playing them off as items he found when thrifting. He wanted his scent to be combined with theirs. He's not the kidnapping type but he will definitely make sure to cause scenes when his partner seems to pay attention to other people besides him. It'll start off as small panic attacks, to full on mental breakdowns until his partner realizes it's probably best to just stay by Casey's side. Don't even breathe near another person, it's not worth it.

Chrys

Charming as ever, she manages to coax her love interest like a fly trap does with- well- flies. Her smile being the nectar they thought they needed. She makes them feel safe and loved, a feeling they thought they'd never had in their life before… at least no to this degree. Around them is constant danger, people disappearing, cars crashing, sometimes when they're just minding their own business they nearly get crushed by falling debris from construction sights. However that all is washed away when they're near Chrys.. She was like their good luck charm, a safety bubble they couldn't be without. In reality, however, Chrys simply used her hacking knowledge to mess with traffic lights and construction equipment in the Intrepid. As for the missing people? Well you'd have to take a closer look at her greenhouse for that. Using aphrodisiacs and other pheromones and spores that her plants produce, she creates intense positive feelings in her love interest as she laces their food or drink with those chemicals. Her favorite item to collect is definitely articles of clothing. She knew she was small and hoped that they would be aroused to see their piece of clothing barely fitting on her small body. She would act innocently, confident that it would fit if they 'helped' her. Of course she's going to keep her love interest in a small cottage in a heavily forested area too. Sure there will be a town nearby, but she can just control the forest to make it morph into a maze, they can never leave after all. Why would they? When all they need is right here at home with her.

David

He's pretty much the same on the outside, at least. Typical tsundere and anger issues. However he's not so reliant on alcohol as normal David. Rather he finds his love interest to be his special drug. Their scent, the way they hold themselves, how they dress, their voice. God does he just love their voice. He could listen to it for hours. May it be them simply talking, singing, laughing, crying, yelling, screaming. He just wants to hear it. Some things he loves to collect, mainly sweaters, any drawings or books they've touched. He keeps a large list of books they enjoy, may that be comics, graphic novels, yaoi, whatever they consume that is considered literature really. Once he has his love interest in his grasps, he becomes very manipulative. A slow process of making them think they only need him and that he is their safety and he will protect them from anything and everything. He isn't violent towards them or anyone he is jealous of, that's not very civilized after all. He would prefer to slowly and meticulously destroy his opponents until they harm themselves.

[minheeskitten]

"2k is long" is also nonsense i'm so sorry 😭 2k is barely anything if you're trying to introduce an AU and actually flesh in a setting and especially if you're trying to show different personality traits 😭 your fic are mostly AUs with really well thought out lore, and it needs the word count to breathe and establish everything. if someone's attention span is too short to read more than - what - 2 pages? that's their problem, not yours! fwiw, my fic lengths range with the shortest starting at around 5k and the longest getting close to 30k and i have never had anyone leave a complaint about the length! people are more than willing to sit through 10k+ just to get to the smutty stuff, and they usually end up enjoying the rest of the fic as well. do not worry about it! you're doing just fine 🩷

I don't often look at the length of a fic unless im updating someone on how long its getting. My shortest wip is 100 words. And. Ive posted it to here bcs i feel it'll never be finished.

If it does get finished eventually then i will post it as a fic but. Until then it sits in my drafts.

My fics almost always include worldbuilding to at least 3k now. Though not all of them were like that.

Do you want in on a secret? I don't think out the world for my aus. It fleshes itself out. I think on what may happen n go from there. The story writes itself. I am just a vessel for the words and visions.

I am absolutely terrible at worldbuilding if im doing it consciously.

Its why i have visible headcanons for idols. But i just can't put them into words haha.

The most i think through is 'what sort of details would enhance this and make it better to read'

And then thats where i go from!

Siren!ivan was originally supposed to be more non-con than it is rn. The consent is not proper consent tho but thats bcs. Well. Siren wants what he wants and he will convince dann to give it to him.

Though. Thats a little bit of a spoiler. It is going to be tagged accordingly. Don't worry ill tag fics right.

The fic i thought through the most, probably is one ive not even started wtiting. The dissection fic. I gotta do all sorts of research so i can make sure its accurate and well done.

Which unfortunately means i gotta look at anatomy from a more medical standpoint. Need to go find a book for that..

The first fic i put out actually has a very strong plot hole. That i told myself id patch before posting it but. I didn't.

That plot hole was the reasoning as to why ivan was doing that to hwon. It has a very weak reason and i could absolutely fix it now. But. Not this year.

I write ab 5k minimum most of the time haha. I prefer letting the story fill itself out n then helping fine tune details. Its why i really can't tell you how long a fic may be.

So far my longest fic is 16k words. Published. Theres more unpublished. That's for the abandoned but not orphaned one.

I may return to it eventually. That's why i didn't wanna orphan it.

All of my fics stop at a point they organically would have stopped at. When i feel it can't really take another scene. I end it. That usually leaves spaces for part twos to them as well!

But i like exploring aus as i write them.

Fun fact! I write aus bcs im worried that if i do anything else i may accidentally copy someone else's idea.

I do get inspired by the other kd writers. Oh gods do i get inspired.

Lee, lunar, eve, even erin, who encourages the hwonicide. They all inspire me in their own ways. Does that usually come in the form of a prompt to note down asap? Yeah.

But other ways are helping with details for fics. And they are all very welcome to chat ab fics w me. I don't steal ideas. Not without permission and changing it to be my own.

I have a prompt that is inspired by eve's fic Clear My Mind (eve is karmacumover btw!)

But it is different. I may show her the prompt itself if she wants to see it haha.

But i love working on fics. Even if I can't be proud of them as a 'look i made this!' i can still look at the work and go 'yeah. Thats good.'

Thank you lee for helping me figure out how to do that. It was amazing to be able to step back and go 'thats a good story' if i removed myself from it.

The lee im referring to here is intenselysalmon. So she knows who im referring to.

One day. One day my goal is to be proud of how much I've written. Of what I've written.

Its a goal i think is far away. But the more i talk to other writers. The more i realize.

Im not as bad at writing as i think i am.

Honestly id never even considered myself a good writer, until i asked writers like lee and erin their feedback on my works. And they both said i write well. Maybe a little dialogue heavy but. Thats fine i can work on it.

Im doing my best. And im trying to ensure i continue getting better.

The more i talk to other writers and see how they talk ab my writing. The more i go. 'maybe im too harsh on myself' but. As they say, you are your own worst critic.

Honestly i never even considered my work good enough to do much with. But. Lunar still offered to possibly do a collab or fic trade. And i keep thinking on it. Maybe.

It makes me think they find me a better writer than i find myself to be.

Then i see eve, reacting to some of the xlips of airen!ivan ive put out. And she's reacting as i would for any of lee's clips. I find lee an amazing writer. It seems eve thinks of me that way too.

Im trying to wrap my head around it. But the reason i am so harsh on myself is. Anxiety and self doubt. And i need to work through them.

Thats the first time ive admitted that.

I will work through my weaknesses, and be better than before. Slowly. It takes time. I have to be patient.

One day. One day i will be able to proudly say 'im a good writer'

Its not today. But. It will be an eventuality.

Moots mentioned in this post:

Lee (@intenselysalmon )

Erin (@kurenaiwataru )

Eve (@karmacumover )

Lunar (@kingdoms-babygirl )

[stars-of-kyber]

Hi! I really love your fics and im super excited for the futures ones. Can you tell us more abt the Aladin one? Also l, are you still planning to do the ballet AU?

Thank you so much! I love writing them as well. I am so sorry I take so long to do so, please don’t give up on me! I’m trying I swear!

Hehehehe the Aladdin one. I confess, I came up with this insanity by listening to A Whole New World in my car and imagining Kate singing it to Anthony and things kinda spiralled into this crazy One-shot.

Anyway, here is Diamond in The Rough ( thank you @mimix007 for the suggestion of the name)

Kate Sharma is just a street rat, stealing from the shops in the bazar in order to get enough to keep Edwina and Mary safe from the dangers of the streets.

Prince Anthony Bridgerton barely leaves the palace walls. Ever since King Edmund Bridgerton passed, he’s been trying to handle his duties to the kingdom and his family while trying to keep his father’s legacy alive as he tries to escape his mother me matchmaking attempts.

Kate was not going to accept the strange man’s offer to walk into a dangerous cave, until she saw the amount she was offering her to do so. That could keep her mama and Edwina well and safe for well over an year, even more if used right. She just didn’t image she’s find a magic lamp with a Genie offering her three wishes and she knows exactly what to ask for.

There’s not much I can say here. Kate’s Aladdin, Anthony’s Jasmine, Newton is Appu and Lady Danbury is the Genie.

Also, Anthony does not have a tiger in this story, but he has 6-year-old Hyacinth which is basically the same? He calls her My little Tiger. She might bite, she might not. Who knows? I wouldn’t try to pet her tho.

Ah yes, the Ballet AU. Yes! I plan on having it done soon! So far it is named Pas de Deux (quite creative I know) and it’s sitting there in my list quietly judging me every time I don’t start it lol

[mxpotter]

On The Rare Occasion - VH x Reader

A/N: Hello, Mx. Potter here! Here's another Viktor Hargreeves imagine(more like a drabble though) for you. I don't really have much to say this time, but I AM working on that Five Hargreeves x reader imagine and PLEASE PLEASE request i want to see what you guys have in those brains of yours. (im also working on a Sandman x reader if you want to see that as well) That's all! Enjoy! ;)

Summary: I woke up and chose violence(jk am i tho?)

Warnings: angst(idk what else to put i dont think theres anything too put)

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL ITS MY ORIGINAL WORK! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

As both of you stood against the white wooden bracket of the balcony and away from the distant sounds of the music playing from the wedding.

You and Viktor overtaken by the comfortable silence set around the both of you calming yet driven by desiderium as the two gazed at the dark sky, with light white specks that you presumed were stars. He although wasn't gazing at the stars only gazing at the only star he wanted to see...you.

"On the rare occasion that you like me. Would you like to go on a date?" Viktor confessed with confidence, soon captivated with agitation and the racing of his heart going fast with the passing of every millisecond.

"Well on the rare occasion, we do get out of this, then yes, I would love too."

Soon after that they were swept away by the kugelblitz, looking into the others eyes, thinking of all the things they could have said but the moment being faster than a bullet train, than a millisecond, even than the speed of light.

But of course that would only happen once in a blue moon...

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

...once in a lifetime.

"I should have told you."

'Every once in a while'

"I love you."

'Only on the rarest occasion...'

Little continuation:

Luther and Diego notice Vitkor on his knees looking at where your figure used to be. "Viktor we have to- wait where's Y/N?" Luther questioned his brother who is in complete bereavement. "Their...gone." His voice broke at the last word. They all hear the distant commotion happening in the background, Viktor remaining unfazed. Thinking about all the things you could've done together racing in his mind only to be disrupted by a rough shake and tug of his arm he reluctantly got up. "We have to go!" The two brothers said in unison.

He knew that; he knew he had to go just couldn't bare the thought of leaving the one person he thought he'd marry, start a family, and grow old with. And forgetting them, wasn't in his willpower.

He was too deep into thought realizing he was being pulled through a door, he saw his family, but without you it wasn't and will never be complete. But it was like what you both said.

"On the rare occasion..."

A/N:

Case Opened

Case name: "Why did Mx. Potter write a Viktor Hargreeves angst imagine?"

You guys: "What do you have to say for yourself, Mx. Potter?"

Me: "Not guilty! Case dismissed."

Case Closed

((I also don't remember if where they were there was a balcony where the wedding was but pretend there is))

[makahimetenshi]

Have you ever had sexual relations with any species considered non human? - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor Fanfic

This is the 10 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

Falling or not?

Danse cuenta de algo

May I use your shower?

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

Fooling around together

Sleeping for nightmares

Traumas at the Commonwealth

Being awake

Have you ever had sexual relations with any species considered non human?

I like being this close

This one is a pretty short fic.

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Nate tried all stuff all time to recreate his old life, and if that means chopping wood shirtless with an axe to have materials to build picnic furniture for his garden he is definitely going to put Danse to work too.

The worst part wasn’t specifically chopping wood, it turned out to be actually fun for Danse who didn’t move or do much activity as before he was banished, the worst part was paint and protect the wood with a coat of polish, it was a delicate and time consuming process that will take WEEKS to be finished, the commonwealth was a very humid place, very very often the mornings iniatiate with fog and stay like this all day so they weren’t enjoying their hard work yet.

So there they were, in a chair in the early morning having coffee and some donuts Nate steal from the Prydwen kitchen some weeks ago, admiring the table and the chairs for them to seat and have coffee every morning looking at the sunrise.

-Answer me something –said Danse lighting a cigarette- quick answer, the name of someone I know you would fuck before me.

-Quick answer my balls –said Nate humming inside his cup of coffee- im not on chems to answer that

-Don’t be boring –hell yeah no, he cant ask this things to him because of his true nature he wouldn’t take advantage of his situation

-I been here for almost a month what did I do to spark your jealousy?

-Nothing, I just want to know –well if that was the case…

-Piper

-That was a quick and easy answer –said Danse lifting his cup of coffee.

-U son of a bitch I know this was a trap

-Easy, we are just talking…why her? –men talk men talk, the good thing about fucking another man is that they can talk bisexual shit

-When I first saw her she resembled me a lot to Nora –damn this wasn’t his intention- I could barely talk to her

-What did it change? –well it was strange he didn’t persist her, he would fight less than with me that’s for sure.

-Her little sister, I don’t have my own son yet im not going to be a…step brother –Danse laughed and sip on his coffee

-She is beautiful tho

-She is, I had so many wet dreams I would feel so guilty about…-the expaladin sip again, 3 of 10 conversations with Nate ended up in him being all sad- until I meet you, and it was like she vanished from my head

-So you were lusting for me since the first day? –a smirk appeared on his lips.

-Not exactly, she just vanished, it was like my mind clearing up space for you, even tho I didn’t start to fall a lot of months uphead that…

-Cute –oh gosh he loved feeling so loved.

They both look at the sunrise warming up their skins, Danse smoking out from the nose. The chill breeze of the morning and the lack of activity in the settlement was a relaxing scenario for the couple to enjoy a breakfast.

-I fucked Hancock  you know

-You what? –his racist self had the need to ask out and loud.

[twodimecastle]

fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

[alienaiver]

[D. Gray Man] The sanctuary of the heart

Lavi x gn!reader

summary: You hadn’t intended to pursue him romantically – ever. Because how could that end well? He was to become the next Bookman. He was the textbook definition of a real shitty romance and while all rationality in your being agreed with that fact, your emotions had a life of their own and you developed foolish feelings anyway.

warnings: Hurt/No comfort!!, major angst, more in the content part! wordcount: 1k words content: Hurt/no comfort, emotional hurt, unhappy ending, canon compliant, character study, angst, before where canon is rn (missing</3) reader-insert, reader is completely gender-neutral as in your gender and pronouns aren’t even mentioned in this!, im sorry about the angst uh... i only write happy dgm when its modern au lolol </3

notes: i have written so much for d. gray man thru all these years but this is my very first reader-insert! i havent ever been able to picture lavi get a happy ending romantically in the canon setting and this was.. kinda a fun way of exploring that and i had fun writing it even tho it was so sad lmfao!!

i take requests for dgm reader-inserts! :’) i hope you enjoy!!

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Loving Lavi was easy, without forethought. He made it effortless with his smile, with the way he shone so brightly. When you came back from a particularly rough mission and he grabbed your cheeks to force a smile on your face because he said he’d missed it before kissing you, you thought yeah, he makes this easier. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t do that in the hallway or any other place except for your room because the love he would pour into his antics filled you with such warmth that the hurt got easily bypassed. You understood his role, you really did. You also hadn’t intended to pursue him romantically – ever. Because how could that end well? He was to become the next Bookman. He was the textbook definition of a real shitty romance and while all rationality in your being agreed with that fact, your emotions had a life of their own and you developed foolish feelings anyway. It’d come to a head in the library one day.

The library was a place you found yourself more easily than anywhere else and a place he so rudely intruded upon when he first entered the Order. Not many used it for more than short visits so it’d been your sanctuary for the better half of your life and now you found yourself in a position where you had to share, as if life hadn’t already demanded more than it’s fair share from you as an Exorcist, you remember thinking bitterly.

You acted up about it with a cooked up plan of being such a menace in the secluded space of books that the young Bookman Jr would surely be more inclined to… pick another spot within the vast structure that made up the Order, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. He never strayed from the library and with a begrudging – and dramatic – acceptance you formally welcomed him to the superior quarter of your shared Home.

Through your best efforts to barely befriend the man and merely co-exist, a pleasant and warm atmosphere seemed to rise to the surface between you anyways and it wasn’t long before you changed seats from your usual spot by the Periodical Section towards him. You’d sit on top of the table with your legs crossed, stealing glances of the documents he would bury himself in and occasionally trade quips about whether or not the book in front of him was shitty. Even if it’s lousy, yer know I still have to read it he’d sigh at you for the nth time since this … camaraderie between you had started blooming.

And bloom it did, so quietly at first that you’re convinced none of you noticed. Not even the almighty Bookman Jr who’d been trained to observe and store every little scrap of interaction and behavior had noticed. You’re not entirely sure when he figured it out but evidently, he’d also realized it so late in the game that even he couldn’t change much of your shared fate.

The day you first got an inkling of what your mind was up to you were sent on a mission and immediately had to park it in the back of your mind for several months, and when you came back you’d frankly forgotten about your little… awakening, so to speak, until the first place you wanted to go to was the library to see if he was there. The hope of it all almost choking you as you, through injury and fatigue, ran towards your sanctuary (when the sanctuary had become him and not the location itself, you didn’t know).

He’d been there, all alone, buried in parchments and books and as soon as he spotted you at the entrance you swore his eye shone in a way it hadn’t before and no amount of self-control or psychic knowledge could have ever stopped you from running into his arms (which he’d help open for you, mind you) or prevented you from pulling on his scarf to finally feel and know and experience what his lips would be like on your own.

Lavi was hard to love, with premeditation. His life had been about antipathy, of severance with his humanity and about becoming an encyclopedia of humanity’s sins and virtues. Being attached to anything or anyone was never in the image and sometimes he would ache so deeply that he would barely look at you. Because even a glance would remind him that everything he was doing was wrong, that everything about you was wrong – no matter how right it felt. You could be lying in bed together, weary of the arrival of morning because it’d indicate the start of a mission and he would suddenly get up and leave. He would leave without so much as a joke spilling from his lips because if he did that – if he stayed true to his 49th persona and acted carefree and fun, he felt sure he would scream and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop. The love you felt for him was both a potent poison and the antidote. He’d brought color to the darkest depths in you and made it bearable. Not once had you ever thought of your life as tolerable before he’d forced his way in and picked a spot in your heart to call his. It’d been all about survival.

So when you first truly accepted that it was never going to be a happy ending, you’d keeled over in agony and absolute heartbreak in the corner of your room.

The day after – after picking yourself and your heart up from the floor where it’d been trampled on and withered, you did what you had to. You crawled back to the Periodical Section of the library with a wall of absolute iron built around you and an unapproachable air emitting from you, making it clear you weren’t interested in him going anywhere near you. The first time he’d come back to that he’d barely reacted. If you hadn’t known him better than you did and noticed the way his eye widened for just a split second, you’d think he hadn’t cared at all about your time together – you hope he hadn’t because that would mean he’d feel less rotten, less withered than you. And there’s only one thing you hoped for him and that was that his sanctuary had never become you, so he could live on without feeling like something was missing.

[kagsluvr]

hq boys as things my exes/past flings did lol

a/n: lol these were all pretty toxic relationships/flings but i’m romanticizing the good and sweet things i remember them doing but inserting the hq boys instead to make me feel better lmaooooo. also these were barely proofread bc im lazy soz , hope u enjoy <3

part two here

- bokuto kotarou will buy your favorite candies every time he goes to the supermarket or convenience store. it just happens so naturally, always making sure to grab a pack of whatever you love right before checking out. he has his “creative” ways of gifting them to you too, despite it being such a simple gesture. he stuffed it in the pocket of his hoodie that you had asked to borrow for the day. you later found out that he left your fav candy in the pocket, along with a note “hehe love you, have a great day <3”

- oikawa tooru will always have a pack of gum on him and will chew at least three sticks a day. you don’t mind it all as you look forward to inhaling his minty breath. but when he’s with you, about to pop in his second stick of the day, just after eating his lunch, he will bite one end of the stick and will make you bite the other end. pulling away from each other so that the piece of gum splits into two. he softly chuckles every time you two meet each other’s face closely, sharing the stick with you.

- akaashi keiji will never miss the opportunity to touch your hands. whether it’s a quick brush against your knuckles or a tight squeeze while watching a scary movie. he always seeks the comforting touch of your hands. even though your hands sometimes get clammy due to anxiety, or even if your hands are rough and dry from the cold weather, he would completely disregard that, only wanting to feel safe with your touch.

- tendou satori will constantly send you the most rare, cursed memes. at least five times a day. when you’re in class, when you’re at your after school club meetings, or when you’re fast asleep at 4 in the morning. even when you guys are right next to each other. he’ll be on fuckin reddit or discord and will find the funniest memes ever and send them straight to you. he never sends the same ones either. everyday, he has a fresh batch ready to send you throughout the day. you appreciate it tho, since you guys share the same crack humor lol, it's perfect.

- kuroo tetsuro always wants kisses. as many he can steal from you in a day. but his favorite way of meeting your soft lips is when you ask him for chapstick. you tend to almost always lose or forget your chapstick at home, while kuroo is responsible over his belongings, including his small tubes of mango or peppermint lip balm. you ask him for some but he clowns you for being so forgetful and instead applies a bunch on his lips then kisses you so the product smears all over yours.

- miya atsumu writes you little love letters every month. with his shitty but adorable handwriting, you struggle to make out some of the words. but you safely keep every single one, stashed in an old crafting box. reading them every now and then. his words are genuine and full of love. despite his grammar and spelling errors, you know he means well, and you appreciate it greatly. you especially love the joyous expression he has on his face as he hands them to you.

- hinata shoyo loves nothing more than seeing your beautiful face. anticipates receiving selfies of you randomly throughout the day. he could be feeling sad from not having scored any points from his practice match that day, but as soon as he opens his snaps sent to him of you, trying out the different snapchat filters, his mood instantly brightens up. he screenshots every single one of them too. the notification “shoyo screenshotted your snap x10” leaves you a blushing mess.

- kenma kozume allows you to play video games with him, which is notable considering he rarely lets anyone he knows irl to play with him. you were eager to spend more time with your boyfriend, urging him to teach you how to play. he instantly assumed you were a beginner to almost all the games he played, so he prepared himself for the amount of patience he was going to need. but to his surprise, you quickly got the hang of the things and were able to kill more enemies than he did. this eventually became a contest every night, seeing who could eliminate more opponents.

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[srirachvbi]

Kageyama and Bokuto taking their kids to practice headcanons !

request: hihi i was wondering if you can do a continuation of the bringing their kids to practice with some of the other haikyuu characters? i’d love to see it with kageyama especially but honestly you can pick anyone! thank you :)

a/n: i AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG... I have no excuses, i was too sad about haikyuu e wording but i have read threads on how to write characters on twitter and i am thriving... so n e ways i was looking for a reason to write more of these because i just... love the idea of this so tsym for requesting!! if i write more parts, i might do hoshiumi, hinata, atsumu, and... maybe oikawa? i’m a huge bokuto stan so his might be longer than kageyamas im sorry <3 and and ik that kageyama goes to italy but for the sake of i want to write other characters, i will be using the adlers oops. i will also be only doing probably two characters per post for these because i write so much for it. LMAO ALSO these are super unrealistic this would NOT be allowed during pro sports practices but for the sake of entertainment, let’s just... do it warnings: manga spoilers

Bokuto Koutarou

He had been wanting to bring Kaori to practice for a while but each time he tried to, you would be like no bitch </3 

heart been broke so many times

When you told him that you had to go into work and couldn’t schedule the nanny in time, he was like “I’LL TAKE CARE OF HER!!!”

Honestly you were only against him taking her because you were still mad at him for leaving her in the high chair for a while and you came home to her crying and him just knocked out 

Like... Kou, pls <3 

He had brought Kaori into post game interviews before but you were always there so this would really be the first time he’d take care of her by himself for a period of time longer than an hour

He’s a good parent dw !! he had just spent the whole night thinking about the most random shit and he ended up sleeping like three hours 

He was thinking about horses cause Ushijima brought them up in an interview >:0

You were still mad tho 

It had been a while and he had actually shown to you that he could take care of her by himself so you were fine with him taking her to practice

He was super pumped and was practically shaking in excitement (he was texting Akaashi the whole morning asdlfjskdf)

Bokuto-san AGHASHEE!!!!! Y/N IS LETTING ME TAKE KAORI  TO PRACTICE!!!!!!!!! AGHASHEE Congrats, Bokuto-san. 

That conversation but every two minutes

I’m sorry Akaashi <3 

He also texts the whole group chat and Hinata’s equally as excited

Kaori and Hinata were best friends !!!! She literally loved him

Like he would put her on his shoulders and they’d run around for hours

How he has so much energy goes beyond everyone but it’s fun to watch 

You lectured him for half an hour about what he should do in certain situations and unlike most times, he listened really well because :(( the baby cares about Kaori

Both Kaori and him actually walked with you to the train station and saw you off before heading to practice !! 

He normally drives to practice because he has a super nice car and it’s easier to drive with Kaori instead of public transportation

When they get to the gym, he goes running in with Kaori on his shoulders 

“WE HAVE ARRIVEEEED!!!!!!!!” 

cue Hinata cheering super loudly

Kaori’s giggling and being all cute omg i love her

She was being carried in on her dad’s shoulders so Bo lets her down and she immediately runs (read: waddles quickly) to Hinata

“Hinata-nii!!!!”

Hinata starts crying-- jk, no

He goes “Kaori-chan!” and scoops her up in his beefy arms 

BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA

Sorry

She’s giggling and she like kisses his cheek and everyone’s like “so cute...” ohmyogd babies

Similar to her dad, she’s super friendly!! and a bit simple minded

It’s literally in her blood to not actually hate anyone so she gets along with EVERYONE at practice

She even makes the coach super soft omg

Atsumu’s just watching her and being like “child. want. child-- oh god, i need a kid.” cause she’s just so god damn cute

Lol atsumu having twins cause it’s a gene or smth idk biology

I barely passed bio please spare me <3

I actually got an 80 smth on my final last year don’t listen to me

Sakusa being hesitant at first to be near her but she’s actually super sweet to him!!

CAUSE LIKE HER DAD SHE’S ACTUALLY REALLY EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT AND CAN READ PEOPLE REALLY WELL

like she saw Sakusa’s face and was like “oh!! I remember what dad said!!” 

Kou talks about his teammates a lot and somehow Kaori remembered him telling her about how Sakusa’s a germaphobe so she’s like

“Sir!! I washed my hands!! I’m not dirty!!” and he

He just 👁👄👁 

He thinks she’s cute and treasures her now

Suddenly Kaori has a whole team of dads

it’s okay

Bokuto itching to let her play volleyball but at the same time worrying about her if she does

It’s like the angel and the devil on his shoulders

One sides like

let her pLAY!!!!! LET HER PLAY (read it as if it’s the LEt ME INNN meme)

While the other sides like

👁👄👁 (y/n) will kill me if she gets hurt and i’ll kill myself if she gets hurt and hinata will kill me if she gets hurt-

In the end he gives her a volleyball after she asks once and he’s like ‘PFFT KAORI-CHAN IF YOU INSIST’ while she’s like

dude i asked to play once and normally someone disagrees with me tf are you on, sir? 

she tries to pick the ball up but it ends up being half her size and it’s just... such a cute image

Bo takes a picture of it and sends it to you!!

You reply back in seconds lol

Kou-kun ❤💖 [image.jpeg] LOOK AT HER!! FUTURE PRO (Y/N)-CHAN!! (Y/N) MY LOVE ❤💕❤💕💕❤💕❤💕 be careful letting her hold that it’s too big!! but so cute!!! have fun taro <3

He ends up taking the ball away after a bit because she can’t walk while holding it

Eventually practice has to start tho so he asks her to sit on the bench and she’s an obedient angel and does so !!

The whole time she’s like swinging her legs and watching her dad practice

It’s fun for her to see him play 

Okay but like I’ve said, she’s similar to her dad

At one point at practice during a break, she stole Atsumu’s water and was running around the gym with him chasing her

He was ofc not actually chasing her cause he found it cute that she was trying to steal his stuff

Lol Sakusa being like “oh, you can’t catch up to a child? are your knees getting bad, old man?”

Atsumu’s like “bro, we’re the same age”

Sakusa ignores him

She ends up TRIPPInG AND ATSUMU’s LIke “Oh fuck” 

SHE CRIES

omg Bokuto’s like “tsum tsum-- do you want to die 👁👄👁🗡” because she just got hurt because of him

Atsumu picks her up and is apologizing so god damn much

This is the first time anyone’s seen Bokuto remotely irritated

Kaori: WAAAHHHH

Atsumu: please, child... i don’t want to die today... please... shhhhhhh

He lets her down and she walks (read: waddles) over to her dad and is giving him puppy eyes omg

Bokuto stops being mad and scoops her up and he’s like “did Kao-chan get a boo boo” and she nods, sniffling

Ohmygod dad bokuto dad bokuto dad bokuto stop

suddenly I actually want kids

no

Shion ends up getting a first aid kit since Meian asked (woah more black jackals players except I don’t really know how to write for them??? woahhh)

Shion roasts Atsumu with Sakusa for letting her fall and suddenly Atsumu’s the bad guy

lol

By the end of practice tho Kaori’s fine !!!

She’s back to her regular happy self so cute :(

She asks Bo to call you and when you pick up she shows you her bandaid on her knee and is like “Miya-san was chasing me and I fell!!”

Suddenly Atsumu feels a cold chill and knows you found out lol

Hi this is (y/n), and you’re watching disney channel-

good luck, atsumu *stops camera*

Kageyama Tobio

He

sigh

He would be equally as confused as a father as Ushijima

It’s okay, he’s trying his best

You normally work from home so you guys haven’t really hired a nanny! 

And if you needed someone to watch your guys’ son, Sho (which can mean to fly oho see what I did there I’m so smart), you just drop him off at your parents’ house or Miwa’s!

WAIT SHO... SHOYO... WAIT I DIDN’T EVEN DO THIS ON PURPOSE IM LITERALLY

However, today was the only time you had to go in for like the next few months and both your parents and Miwa are busy

So, you enlist in your husbands help

“Tobio... I need you to watch Sho...” 

He spits out his milk “wHAT” cause like,, he’s hardly taken care of Sho by himself and normally had either his sister or you around

He doesn’t actually spit out his milk-- you’d kill him if he did because it would be a pain in the ass to clean up <3

It takes a bit of convincing being he’s really nervous about taking care of Sho!!

Okay but he’s a great dad dw it’s just he’s nervous about having another human being literally rely on him completely

You also just remind him that Romero’s a father so he won’t be completely on his own while taking care of Sho

So he somehow gets to the gym with Sho in one piece but he’s literally so stiff like bro, i need you to relax

Hoshiumi yelling “KAGEYAMA SHO!!!!!!!” and Sho (who has actually met the team like two times) goes like “HOFIUMI-SAN!!!!!” 

Sho’s a bit of an energetic bby-- he’s less emotionally constipated than his dad <3

He’s... he reminded you guys of Shoyo and well, you thought it would be nice to name him after his god father

No this isn’t a kagehina post i swear i love them but this is me saying that i love their friendship sm omg stop im gonna cry 402 really just popped into my head again

Hoshiumi getting mad when he sees that Sho has actually grown even though he’s a grown ass man and the little toddler would not, in fact, be catching up that soon

“KAGEYAMA SHO HAVE YOU GROWN >:0000!!!!!” 

Sir, pls... sit down

The Adlers all love Sho since they’ve come into contact with him like twice at games before 

Ushijima just... doesn’t know how to interact with Sho

He just stares down at him and honestly Sho stares back up without fear

Kageyama Sho: no (0) fears 

I think it’s cause his father gives a similar stare sometimes and he just... got used to it

Ushijima gives him that stare and Sho just goes SIGH this again

Jk he’s a baby

He literally looks up at Ushiwaka and gives him this cute ass grin and Ushijima’s like “oh, children are very cute.”

Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun

Romero does, in fact, give Kags some tips about fathering and ends up showing pictures of Rubens to the team (love that) 

OKAY BUT LIKE OFF TOPIC FROM THE PRACTICE BUT

Sho being such a big fan of Hinata and being like “woAHHH!!! I’M NAMED AFTER HIM!!!” 

Hinata rubs it in Kags face because Sho practically idolizes him

anyways

Practice starts and Sho’s just sitting on the gym floor with a volleyball in his hands cause he

Kags just giving newborn Sho a volleyball and expecting him to become acquainted

It worked

Sho’s used to holding onto volleyballs and even tries to hit it but everytime he did, he’d fall backwards onto his lil bum and would be like :(

Kageyama watching from the other side of the gym and his heart just goes AHHHHHHHHHH

He’s about to cry that is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

Sho making sure he doesn’t interrupt practice!!! and like chasing after the ball to make sure it doesn’t go onto the courts!!!

Cute babs is so good :(

He ends up tripping tho and starts to tear up and Kags is watching during practice and goes “OH GOD”

He’s literally whipping his head from Sho to his coach and has this desperate look on his face 

he’s saying “JUST ONE BREAK!! JUST ONE, SIR!!” with his eyes and his coach just gives in

Kageyama going from one side of the gym to the next at insane speed

Sho: dad :((( i hwurt my knee :(((

Kags just picks him up and cradles him to his chest (he does this after making sure there’s no blood or anything-- it’s literally just a little bit red) 

Kags being a good dad just... WEAK

Only like two minutes later, Sho stops sniffling and is like “!!! go back to practice daddy!!” 

Kags does and he can’t focus on Sho anymore cause his coach would yell at him asldfjlsf

At the end of practice, Sho is like “dad i wanna play voweyball!!!!!!” and Kags heart just CLENCHES

He grabs his heart like that meme or smth 

You call them cause you know when practice normally ends and Sho’s just talking a lot and it’s so cute

He’s super excited and you’re like !!! My CUTE CHILD !!!!

Lol you tease Kags cause he was worrying about nothing

“Maybe I’ll let you take care of him by yourself more often Tobio” “Pls, I lost ten years of my life when I saw him fall pls not yet <3″ 

[youranxiousnerd]

Second Chances Thoughts

bc what

spoilers below

i have...thoughts

ah no chaotic intro, f in the chat

it’s still a nice intro, tho

IM SORRY ARE THEY NOT SHOWING THE TRANSFORMATION?!?!

WHAT

THIS IS A HATE CRIME /j

i used the thingy

no bows either?!?!

this is called high school musical: the musical: the series not high school musical: the backstage drama: the series

wow they got changed fast

“Passable!” 

I’ll be the judge of that oh wait i cant bc they didnt show us

YES QUEEN ASHLYN GETTING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES

ashlyn is such a queen

the perfect belle, stunning

“A couple letters, actually” it’s a sign (literally)

flower touch

AWWW REDLYN

STOP THEY’RE ADORABLE

they love each other so much

east high kids be snooping

not me thinking about carlos’ hand on seb’s back we were robbed im taking what i can get

“You were the perfect Belle tonight. I was really proud”

“Evil genius”

they’re so happy

AWWW A REDLYN KISS WHOOP WHOOP

kourt and howie are so awkward 

“drumroll?”

howie and seb would get along

weird little playoff, maybe he is lying?

they’re cute, tho

sad that they didn’t really get any build-up

“happy now?” “yes”

“If it’s with you, always” MY HEART

just like a fanfic

kourtney just invited north highs beast to east highs cast party

OH MY GOD MAZZARA IS ACTUALLY GETTING A STORY ABOUT HIM

i was not expecting that okay

ej and mazzara are the best

gina is so happy too bad it wont last

gina is an actress 

gahhhh portwell drama

oh god rini let the drama begin

that was very calm, did someone possess nini and ricky?

i really like them as best friends. i was a hardcore rini shipper last season but with all their constant conflict i realized how much fun they are as friends

“we are literally on the same page” 

“just for a moment” I LOST MY SHIT

miss jenn no

oooo seblos please be good

Seb calling Miss. Jenn out on her bullshit since idk when

“That’s a hard never mind now” okay wow

Miss. Jenn is Carlos’ godmother 

This is theatre, not football

CRYING GINA

gini

GINA SUPPORT DAY IS A THING PEOPLE!!!!!

oh wow a plot line actually being addressed

season 1 callback im not ready

gina and nini people!!! 

very sweet scene

ahha jamie callback we all knew it

i would really like to see miss jenns batb audition notes

“I’m in a great place, mentally” if you were you wouldn’t be saying that

OMFG IS SHE NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE!?!?!

like that was a big deal, a big effing deal and then nothing?

you told a kid to jump off something high and you can’t even say “sorry”?!?!

back to the miss jenn love triangle

“I think I’m happy, or gettin’ there”

ricky you don’t have to be there yet it’s okay

that line hit

SEASON 1 OUTFITS

CORE 4 SONG

killer harmonies

sofia giving us that alto rep!!

portwell duet! audition outfits

very good, very very good. this song kinda screams autotune but it still sounds very good. 

last song of the season NOOO but very fitting

Is it just me or does “Second Chance” look like a music video they show in Justice (the teen store) in 2014?

cast bonding yay!

PAUSE THE ONLY SEBLOS MOMENT WE GOT THIS EPISODE WAS A WRIST HOLD?!?!!

DISNEY WTF

LIKE EVERY COUPLE GOT THEIR MOMENT AND ALL THEY GET IS A WRIST HOLD

BFBLBFIWGFSDMBF

shit why does my favorite ship have to be the gay one on a disney show?

east high booing the lily and french boi has me on the floor

“Big Red, you were also in it” BEST LINE OF THE FINALE OMFG

i missed antoine 

sorry carlos has glitter on his face

seb’s smile and wave at north high why am i laughing?

off topic but i have unintentionally started doing the seb wave (you know the one) (with the fingers) in real life.

also gay chair sit

e.j is also doing the gay chair sit 

lily what

you have had like one conversation

ew

she says she likes his face but not his personality? 

im calling bullcrap

pause didn’t lily steal the harness? are we just going to forget about that

probably, the writers did forgot to develop seblos

Let Ricky be single challenge

ANTOINE MY LOVE

REDLYN I LOVE YOU

SHUSH EJ’S SPEECH TIME TO SOB

ummmm

so this season has been for nothing?

all the shit they went through (the self-doubt, relationship problems, the injuries, the death threats) is for nothing?!?

since when does Miss. Jenn not care anymore about the Menkies?!?!

I actually get the kids side of this, but not Miss. Jenn’s. 

I was surprised they took this route with the Menkies, didn’t even cross my mind 

“It was five”

Big Red x medicine 

bet your ass ashlyn would have gotten a nomination best actress

“We got a pizza oven” THE EAST HIGH KIDS ARE COMMITTING ARSON

is mazzara staying for miss jenn? they could do long distance but it doesnt have the best rep in this show

gini

ashlyn is the captain of the portwell ship and nini is her right hand man (or whatever second best is called in sailing)

NINI MAKIN THE DEALS

RICKY WHY ARE YOU CALLING HER

WHYYYYYY

“Will you be my first kiss” smiles

OH MY GOD

WAIT NOTHING

WHAT

OMFG THEY CUT IT LMAO

“this summer is about to get hot” SUMMER SEASON 3?!?!

ANTOINE

OMFG HE BETTER COME BACK

I LOVE ABF

WAIT THATS IT

FWBEGLEWG

THATS IT

hey they ended with andrew barth feldman what more can you ask for?

Thats...it?

Oh wait some cast stuff...brb ima cry. The ending has some very series finale energy...I’m scared. Natalie wouldn’t have done the “buckle up wildcats” if there wasn’t a season 3, right? But the bloopers at the end...

The cast ending was great. “You are the Music in Me” was so heartfelt and I’m a sucker for bloopers.

Wait so no Lily home? It was probably a cut scene. 

If we got Lily home, can we get an album with the cast singing all the BATB songs? 

I have so many mixed feelings about this episode. Here is the thing, if you love the core 4 then this was your episode. If you’re like me and prefer the side leads then this was probably a little disappointing since we barely saw them. This episode felt rushed and a little messy, but there were some great moments. Season 2′s writing has felt a little weird. This season lacked the chaotic theater kid energy season 1 had. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with the show. If/when we get a season 3 I really hope the writers find that energy again.

Let’s all give a round of applause for the cast and crew who filmed majority of the season during a global pandemic. That could not have been easy. They gave us a pretty good season under crazy conditions. They definitely had to change some things to fit the current climate. Overall, hats off the the cast and crew because you guys killed it. 

I’m really going to miss this show, hopefully it gets renewed. It has become a comfort show these past several weeks. My sanity says “no, don’t go” but my sleep schedule says “leave.”

To second chances!!

[bluebirdsbluebells]

lighten up

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

words: 3.1k

warnings: swearing, partying, drugs, and… smut

A/N: okay guys. here it is, and it’s very poorly written, but i just wanted to write a rafe fic, and i was in the mood for this kinda shit. i’m gonna be honest though, this is my first time writing smut, so obviously it took me a little longer. @praising-the-hollands did most of the work tho, im not really comfortable with it. AND i’ve also never done crack before, so i wasn’t entirely sure about the side effects, but i tried my best to make it realistic. 

_

You were not having a good fucking night. You hadn’t wanted to go to the stupid party in the first place, but after a long contemplation in your room, you thought that getting high with a shitload of people was better than getting high alone. You were just frustrated, and you knew you needed to just listen to some good music, smoke some good weed, and maybe have some good sex.

You had just been fighting with your friends. It was nothing big, just the usual relationship banter, but it seemed like they were increasingly driving you crazier and crazier. Everything was always about them, and they needed shit to perfectly follow their little schedules. It was exhausting keeping up with them sometimes, and you just wanted one night where you could be fucking reckless without their judgement. So when you spotted the boys in Kelce’s den, your eyebrows raised, and you were taken over with curiosity. You knew that they were up to something, and by the looks of it, you guessed drugs. You had already hit a blunt and taken a couple shots, but it was doing nothing to take off the edge of annoyance that you were feeling. “What’s this?” You asked, kicking the door open wider, your brows coming together as you looked at the boys. You recognized most of them; Topper, Kelce, Hayden, Colin... and then there was Rafe. Your eyes lingered on him for a briefly longer second than the others, and a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.

Back in your sophomore year you and Rafe may have had a slight thing. You and him had hooked up one night at some party when you both had had just a little bit too much to drink, and you thought that you were being all bold and scandalous. One time turned into two, and then three, and then five; seven; countless nights. The first time it happened you were sixteen and he had just turned eighteen, and it went on for a solid six months. Now you were the one that was eighteen, and you knew his twentieth was close. “Y/N?” Topper asked, chuckling uncomfortably. “Can’t you see this is a little… private?” “Private?” You snorted, making your way over to where they stood, hovered around Kelce’s dad’s mahogany desk. “You shouldn’t have left the door open.” “Doesn’t mean you’re allowed in here,” Colin scoffed, lighting up a joint as he watched you, one eyebrow raised. Your eyes dropped down to the desk, and suddenly a smirk took ahold of your features. Coke. Cocaine. It was lined in thin strips along the desk. There were two in front of Topper, and one in front of Rafe. “Whatcha boys up to?” You asked, tilting your head at them as you placed your palms down on the desk. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you as you did so, but you didn’t look up. Inside you glanced at Topper, then at Colin, and then back down at the lines. “It’s none of your business Y/N,” Topper said, narrowing his eyes at you. You gave him an irritated look, and then you felt a pair of hands graze your hips. “Let her stay Topper,” Rafe said, taking a seat in the chair behind the desk. His eyes met yours, and he winked, tapping his fingers against the wood beside his lines. “She obviously wants in on the fun.” “Well she’ll be paying for this shit,” Colin said, taking a long drag on his blunt. From the rest of the house you could hear the roar of music and laughter, and you could feel the pounding vibrations through your socks. The party was wild out there, but you knew that in that one office, things were just getting started. “Let me do a line,” you said, taking a card right out of Topper’s hands. “I don’t think so,” Topper started, and he tried to reach back for it, but Rafe stopped him by stealing it out of your fingers first. “You sure you want to do this, baby?” He asked, his voice low and taunting. “I think you’re still a little young for the big kid stuff.” “Funny,” you replied, snatching the card back from his hands. He swiped his tongue out over his lower lip, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he brought one hand up to his face, and he pulled at his lower lip with his index finger and thumb. You were already definitely buzzed, and the action made your stomach flip. 

He had always been hot, even when he was in his mid-teens, but now that he was creeping up on twenty there was no doubt: he was one of the hottest guys in OBX; you weren’t denying it. You hadn’t really made it your mission to get laid that night, but you had made it your top priority to have a bloody fucking good time, and if that meant sex with Rafe Cameron then you were all for it.

“Jesus,” Kelce muttered as he watched you seperate your own line from Rafe’s. You then lowered your nose to the table, and in one swift motion, you sucked it up. The coke burned the inside of your nose, and then the back of your throat, but you shook your head, clearing it slightly. “Fuck!” You hooted, and Topper exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes as he turned away from you, hands on his hips. He clearly wasn’t impressed, but you knew someone else was. When you turned back to look at Rafe he was smirking at you, still toying with his lower lip. When he caught you looking he flicked his head at you, then patted his thigh. You smirked back at him, then slowly you situated yourself on his lap. The rough material of his shorts rubbed against the bare skin of your legs, and you let out a soft sigh. Rafe noticed, and his hands made their way to your hips, pulling you in closer to his chest.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he mumbled in your ear, and a shiver shot down your spine. His voice was just how you remembered it; low and raspy, and always slightly smug, with a hint of curiosity.

“You haven’t been looking hard enough,” you whispered back, locking eyes with Topper. He gave you a disapproving glare, swiping one finger under his nose as he turned in a slow circle. “So we’re just letting anyone in here then?” He fired at you, and Rafe clicked his tongue. “Topper, calm down,” he said, then he gestured to Colin. “Smoke something, would you?”

Topper clenched his jaw, then he glanced over at Colin, who held out the blunt. Angrily, Topper snatched the joint from Colin’s fingers, and he took one long drag before falling into one of the other chairs. The one that Rafe was on spun, and he rocked it lightly side to side, his hands still on your hips. They dug lightly into your sides, just to let you know that you weren’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. Hayden and Kelce exchanged glances, and then Colin passed the blunt over to them. Hayden rejected it, but then pulled out his own bag of the little white powder. Carefully, he sprinkled it out onto the desk, then made two thin lines, side by side. He glanced behind him, frowned, then pulled open one of the drawers of the desk.

“You need this?” Hayden asked Kelce, who shook his head, taking a long drag from the blunt. “Dad won’t miss it. Just scribbles.” “Good,” Hayden said, then he tore a strip off and rolled it up. He hovered one end of the paper in his nose, then he leaned down and snorted it all up. Rafe lifted his hands from your hips to clap at him, long and slow.

“You’re getting better,” he whistled, and then adjusted himself in the chair so that he was sitting more upright. He pulled your body in closer to his, and his chin rested on your shoulder as he reached for his card, which you had left on the desk.

“Lighten up,” Hayden said, nudging Topper’s leg with his foot. “He’s just jealous,” Rafe whispered, his breath hot against your neck. You leaned back into him further, tilting your head to that your lips were closer to his. You knew that you were playing with fire, but you didn’t care, it was a night to be reckless. You would probably forget about everything in the morning, so it was go big or go home.

“Why’s that?” You mumbled, and Rafe’s lips tugged into yet another smirk. “You’re here,” he said, tapping your thigh with his index finger. “And he’s there.” He looked up at Topper, keeping completely still. Topper’s jaw flexed, and he let out a heavy breath.

“Well lucky you.” You turned your head away from Rafe, and you felt a wisp of air against your neck as he scoffed a laugh. “What does that mean?” “You see,” you breathed. “If I wanted to fuck him, I would be on his lap.”

Rafe shifted underneath you. You could feel his boner against your ass, and you smirked to yourself. He cleared his throat softly. “Is that so?” “Maybe.”

You could feel him getting hard beneath you, and he placed one hand on your hip again, squeezing it tightly. His lips grazed your neck, and his teeth quickly nipped at your ear, which you giggled at, feeling a heat begin to grow in your core.

You could also feel the effects of the crack beginning  to take its toll on you. Your heart rate was starting to quicken, and your anger was fading; soon replaced by a surge of confidence. You looked Topper right in the eye, and he kept breaking away from your gaze to shake his head. You were making him uncomfortable, and although you were right there on Rafe’s lap, you wanted to taunt Topper as well.

“You feeling okay?” Rafe asked, his voice hoarse.

“Absolutely,” you said, and then you twisted your body around to face him. He took his hand off of your waist, and when you got settled he placed it on your thigh. You were still on his lap, but your legs dangled to the side. You swung them lightly, and you hadn’t realized that Rafe had his beer sitting right there; it clinked to the ground, and then you heard a slow guzzle as it leaked from the neck.

“Shit,” you muttered, furrowing your brows.

“Jesus,” you heard Topper mumble, but you ignored him as you picked the bottle back up. You set it on the desk, and then a quiet giggle escaped you.

Rage licked his lips.

“I’ll get you another one.” You were trying to fight back your laughter as he watched you. “I think I’ll take you instead,” he replied smoothly, the words rolling off of his tongue like silk.

Your stomach twisted. He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Topper hissed from the across the room, and you looked back over at him. “Just a fucking room.”

Rafe snorted. “As a matter of fact.” He nudged you lightly, and you stood up, pulling your skirt down slightly. “We will.”

At his words you reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him down to you, connecting your lips in a long, passionate kiss. It was fiery and hungry, and you let out a soft moan as Rafe’s tongue swiped along your lower lip.

Topper let out a groan of frustration, but you didn’t care. You had forgotten all about Kelce and Hayden and Colin. You just wanted Rafe.

He broke the kiss, and you stepped back, a smirk toying at your face as you watched him stoop over the desk. Before you even could process it Rafe had snorted two lines, and then his hand was in yours, and he was dragging you out the door.

As soon as you were out of the room he slammed you against the wall, his lips finding yours hungrily. He placed one hand to the right of your head, and the other slid down your side, tracing your chest, then your stomach, and then settling on your hip again.

Your breathing was heavy as Rafe pulled his lips away, but only to graze them over your jaw. His hand moved up your shirt as he kissed down your neck, and you dropped your head to the side.

Down the hall you could partially see into the living room, where teens laughed and shouted and threw things across the room. The music pounded in your ears, and you could feel the vibrations of the bass against the wall at your back.

You let out a low moan as Rafe sucked on the skin just above your collarbone, and you could feel him smirk against you.

“Rafe,” you whispered, and you brought your arms over his shoulders to play with his hair. You pulled lightly on it, and he grumbled something that you couldn’t quite make out. “Rafe, we should-” You cut yourself off as he sucked on the skin just above your right breast. It pinched slightly, and you let out a raspy breath, tugging harder at his hair.

“C’mon,” he breathed into your neck, then he pulled you away from the wall, walking backwards. He brought his lips back up to yours, and you kissed him long and hard before he broke away to open one of the other doors. It was to a guest room, and Rafe shook his head smugly as he kicked the door open, then closed it quickly behind the two of you.

He walked you over to the bed, then shoved you down, instantly lowering his body over yours. You let out a giggle as he pulled your shirt over your head, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He placed one, then two, then three, each one getting lower and lower.

You felt a warmth at your core, and you dropped your head back, your fingers finding their way into his hair once again.

“Jesus Rafe,” you mumbled, and your whole body tingled. You were definitely beginning to feel the effects of your high, and it was fucking amazing. Your whole body felt warm, and the little light that was in the room seemed exceptionally bright.

“It’s been a while Y/N,” Rafe rasped as he brought his lips back up to yours again. Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck, and you pulled him closer. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you brought your legs up around his torso. Slowly he began to rock his hips against yours, and you could feel the hardness of his dick against your tender core.

His hands roamed your torso as you continued to deepen the kiss; he only broke it for a moment to pull off his shirt. You helped him yank it over his head. Your fingers trailed along his chest, which heaved heavily, and you let out another giggle.

Your whole body tingled, and you knew you couldn’t resist him much longer. You were undeniably turned on, and that mixed with your high was damn fucking close to an orgasm. “Rafe,” you whispered hoarsely in his ear.

“Mm?” He hummed back, sucking another hickey on your neck. “Fuck me.” It slipped out before you had any other chance to think, and he pulled back, hovering above you. His brows raised up smugly, and then he swiped his tongue along his teeth, looking you up and down. “You sure about that princess?” “Now,” you urged, and you didn’t have to tell him again. He wasted no time in ripping off your skirt, and then pulling down your panties. His fingers situated themselves between your legs, and you dropped your head back as he rubbed them in slow circles. Your breath hitched as you heard the distinct sound of a belt clanking, and then you saw as his shorts and boxers fell to the floor.

With the hand that wasn’t touching you, he spread your legs, your knees dropping down to the bed.

You gasped when he slid himself inside of you, the pressure making your stomach twist. Your hands grabbed his shoulders instinctively, and you let out a quiet moan, your breathing beginning to quicken yet again.

You had been waiting for that moment, and suddenly it seemed as if all your worries just faded away. You and Rafe had made out before, and you had even given multiple blowjobs, but that was nothing compared to the way that you were feeling in that moment. Rafe’s hands were placed at either side of your head, and he thrusted in and out of you slowly, but then his pace began to get quicker and quicker. His hair fell into his eyes as he pumped, and you pressed your legs down further, attempting to shift is cock slightly deeper. “Fuck,” he muttered, and you dug your nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. The tension in your core was building, and your breathing was getting harder and harder to steady. Everything tickled and tingled and itched, and you let Rafe’s name slip through yours lips again and again and again. “Oh god,” you breathed, and you slid your nails down Rafe’s back, then dragged them up again, trying desperately to grab ahold of something. You were almost there. Almost there. Fucking almost there.

Rafe dropped his head slightly, and his hair tickled your cheek and neck, causing you to let out yet another whimper. “Fuck Y/N,” Rafe whispered once more. “I-” With that he released, and you followed soon after. It was the most euphoric experience you had ever had, and you felt like you were on Cloud 9. Every inch of your body ached, and you let Rafe collapse on top of you, his breath hot against your skin.

“Holy,” you whispered, dropping your neck to the side. Rafe panted lightly in your ear, and then he shifted off of you, turning to face the ceiling.

“Holy is right,” Rafe mumbled back, and you heard as he swallowed tightly. “I’ve missed you.” There ya go @drewtruly @dontjinx-it @jjmaybnks @poguelifeeee

[wowtobio]

how you surprise your haikyuu boyfriend

just a little headcanon where their s/o does a little surprise for them hehe :) just some random characters who’re my favs too. im getting back into writing so i hope yall enjoy, hit me with requests!

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Kageyama 

- you notice he’s been stressed about his volleyball skills lately so you wanted to give him some encouragement 

- always something small, kags here feels extreme guilt if you went out of your way to do something for him 

- not that it stops you ofccc

- most of the time it’s just you buying him his favorite milk carton and attaching a sticky note with a lovely, motivating message 

- A BLUSHING MESS and quietly thanks you

- “d-dumbass you didn’t have too, thank you...” 

- pats you on the head, but if he’s feeling extra thankful a kiss on the forehead hehe

- he never expects it, though you do it so often nowadays 

- he treasures each note, keeping them in the back of his journal and re-reading them when he needs it he’d never admit that to you tho

Kenma

- nowww we all know this boy loves his games

- so why wouldn’t you surprise him with one?

- what game does he not have though? 

- well the one he’s been eyeing for awhile now, but can never get his hands on due to his volleyball practices 

- so you make it your goal to get him that game 

- you tell kenma you had extra homework so you’ll be heading home right after school 

- all an excuse though, you wait in line for the majority of his practice at the game store to finally acquire it

- you barely catch kenma walking out of the gym, his eyes widening at the sight of you running to him screaming his name 

- “(y/n)-san? i thought you had homew-” 

- you cut him off by shoving the bagged game, kenma eyes you suspiciously

- upon opening it he freezes and stares at the game with disbelief

- despite questioning why you would do this, he thanks you by kissing your cheek and even putting down his game for the rest of the night to hangout with you!!

- (though he immediately starts playing by tomorrow morning and nothing can stop him)

Oikawa

- it’s been awhile since you and oikawa went on a date together 

- not that it’s anyone’s fault, volleyball has been super demanding lately with all his games recently 

- you decided to surprise him at his next game wearing one of his jerseys

- with the help of iwaizumi, you managed to steal one and you can’t help but blush as it still has his scent 

- at first, oikawa doesn’t notice until he’s bowing in with his team; his eyes widening and it takes every ounce of him to not run up to the crowd to hug you

- you wave with a huge smile on your face and cheer him on

- oikawa was noticeably playing at his best today, noted by his teammates

- after winning, oikawa immediately runs to you and smothers you with hugs and kisses 

- you recieve dirty looks from his fangirls, but you couldn’t careless as you playfully scold oikawa for hugging you with his sweaty body

- “b-but (y/n)-chan i can’t help it! you just look so adorable~”

- ok but the amount of pics he takes of you-

- you bet yall went home and cuddled for the rest of the night, still in his jersey as he insists you kept it on

Akaashi

- most of time he can tell when your about to surprise him

- observant boy notices your quirk as you get slightly more excited around him or jumpier and then boom surprise 

- it still warms his heart every time 

- this time you made him a bento for lunch 

- bokuto teases akaashi and wishes he had a girl like you to give him the amount of love and adoration you have for the setter 

- the corners of akaashi’s lips lifts into a gentle smile 

- he silently yet happily eats your bento

- sometimes his silence and lack of emotion gotchu worrying whether he liked the surprise or not

- but fear not! he makes up for it later on the day

- before practice when no one’s looking, he sneakily kisses your lips deeply before pulling away to see your adorable red face

- “that was for the delicious lunch today, thank you” he smirks slightly 

- that’s it hehe thanks for reading :)