#it's almost perfect still and 4ever

[me-and-your-husband]

may i requesting a pt 2 of ellie x thick reader last one had me kicking and swinging my feet while twirling my hair 0____0

fuck yeahhh here we go. this is a little more modern than the last one

warnings: smut, dirty talk, reader is thick, thigh riding, strap, sex toys, oral, kinda switch ellie, language, ellie is a bit feral (once again)

as stated before, she'd absolutely DIE if you sat on her face. like literally ascend to heaven.

"ellie, but what if you can't breathe?"

"i'd die a happy woman. come here."

she'd lick you out so well, hands never ever leaving your ass, fingers squeezing the soft flesh

if you were laying in bed on your stomach, she'd just lay her face right on your ass, letting out a content sigh as you look back at her like girl wtf but you eventually get used to it

if you're into wearing dresses or skirts, she would literally start drooling immediately. she'd be taking you out on a date and you come out dressed in this cute little sun dress, so short your ass was almost peaking out. she was almost BEGGING for the wind to pick up just so she could get a view of "that sweet, sweet ass", as she liked to call it

if you were taking her strap (i think we've all collectively decided it's purple), she'd always want to give it to you in doggy so she could watch your ass jiggle and spread as she pounded into you, feeling the juicy flesh of it slapping into the top of her thighs

you'd literally be getting in the shower the next day, walking past the mirror and noticing the bruises in the shape of her hands on your ass from her death grip on them the night before

you couldn't even get mad at her tho. it just made her blush when you showed her

"what can i say? love your ass."

however, if she was taking your strap, she'd literally fall apart if you gave it to her in missionary. this way, she can still kinda see your ass bounce as you pound into her.

her ABSOLUTE fav tho? when you you ride her in front of a mirror. she'd be facing the mirror and you'd be sat on her lap. she'd have a perfect view of your ass bouncing on her through the mirror, also being able to bury her face in your tits, play with them, watch you come undone, your watch where her strap/fingers disappeared in your pussy

probably has you in her phone as "favourite piece of ass 4ever" cause she thinks it's funny (you don't find it that funny)

she's a MENACE in dressing rooms. since ur both girls and most retail workers would probably just assume you're typical girls who need to show each other shit before they buy it, she literally follows you into EVERY SINGLE change room. she's not subtle about it either. girl barely ever goes shopping for herself unless you go with her and force her, so she's mostly just watching you try on stuff. in this scenario, you're shopping for a new bathing suit and she's sat on that little stool or bench in the corner, manspreading, unashamedly staring at you as you change.

when you end up inspecting this thong-style bikini bottom in the mirror, ellie says "y'know you can't get that, right?"

your brows furrow. "why?"

"if you wear that out, i'll be bending you over one of those ugly lawn chairs before you can even get in the pool."

"ellie!"

she'd just laugh, then go, "turn around. i want another picture of that ass."

let's just say you absolutely cannot ever go biking with her. the first (and only) time you went, she crashed into a tree cause she was so focused on your ass on that tiny little seat in those tiny little shorts when a squirrel or something ran in front of her. she veered to miss it and flipped the entire bike into a tree.

you could barely sit in peace. she'd literally just slot herself behind you and sit you between her legs, her hands coming to rest on your ass

she'd constantly be trying to make you squirt. not really relevant but

don't tell me she wouldn't pretend to fuck you from behind when you bend over to grab something like a teenage boy because she totally would don't lie

sometimes when you're cuddling, she'll just stick her hands between your thighs because they're so warm and squishy and she melts

you've also established that you can't go to the gym together for two reasons.

a) she thinks everyone is always staring at your ass when you wear leggings and

b) she's always staring at your ass when you wear leggings

she's probably almost started a fight multiple times over this too

"hey man! you staring at my girl's ass?"

he was a MASSIVE dude. you panicked and grabbed her by the shirt and BOOKED IT out of that gym

hand always on your thigh

no matter which one of you was driving, her hand was on your thigh

if you were wearing a dress, shorts, or a skirt, she'd constantly be kneading the bare flesh of your thigh.

she'd definitely draw little tattoos on your thighs when neither of you could sleep. she'd have this thin-tipped sharpie on the nightstand and she'd just grab it and start drawing.

sometimes she'd do it when you're sleeping. you'd wake up and there'd be a bunch of art on your thighs and your heart would swell

once, you noticed she wrote "my beautiful girl. mine forever." on your thigh and you almost started crying tbh cause i would

but mostly she writes little notes like "let's fuck when you find this" because girl is ALWAYS ready to fuck

i feel like a lot of headcanons say she loves giving, which is true, but ellie deserves some love too and she definitely deserves release

i feel like she'd be so vocal, so needy, so whiny. she'd absolutely LOVE to ride your thigh. she'd overstimulate herself grinding down on it, kissing you drunk and whimpering into your mouth. she wasn't even embarrassed when she saw the slick spot left on your plushy skin from her drooling cunt

i just know ellie likes them thick and is feral for it.

permanent taglist:

@winters-fairy @idkwhattonamethisblogs

not tagging any of my other taglists right now as i'm currently in the process of separating my tlou taglist into joel and ellie.

[qprsmackdown]

q!parrotduo (q!Jaiden and q!Roier from the QSMP) Propaganda:

They raised a kid together and he was the best dragon ever, they've been there for the other at their lowest and even when no one else believed them, they have been through grief and healing together, they would go through Hell for the other.

They are canonically platonic partners, Jaiden is Aroace and Roier has a husband (outside of the QPR) and had a wonderful son (egg), Bobby. Even when they were lawyers on opposing sides of a court case, afterwards they complimented each other on how they did during the case. On top of that, Jaiden threatened Roier's husband Cellbit before their marriage, telling him that if he hurt Roier she would hunt him down, and telling him to be honest to Roier. They are the greatest <3

they had a kid together and lived together and even after bobby died they’ve stayed the bestest of friends ☹️ roier even got married but jaiden is still so important to him and they both care for each other so much and roier’s husband sees her as equally part of their family too

they adopted a kid together because of an event and they didnt have to go hard as they did. after the kid died, they STILL were together. then roier married another guy BUT all jaiden did was threaten him bc all she wants is for roier to be happy.

i dont even go here but this qpr is literally canon. jaiden is an aroace queen and also these two raised a son together like come on bro

Q! and cc!Jaiden is aroace and q!roier is queer. They were selected to be a pair to raise a child who they named Bobby. Jaiden moved into roier's home, had their beds next to each other, they raised bobby together, went on adventures together. Jaiden and roier loved each other and called each other family. When people asked if they were together they both said no but they were partners. Jaiden was extremely supportive of roier's cross dressing and him working at a strip club. Roier helped her practice her fighting skills. When roier became romantically interested in another character nothing between them changed and Jaiden threatened the other character to never hurt roier. Bobby died and they mourned and Jaiden moved away but they were still very close and visit each other often and roier keeps an eye on her interactions with a federation worker called cucurucho to make sure it doesn't hurt her. They are literally the perfect example of a qpr; living together, expressing their love for each other, raising a child together but never being romantically involved and being such a unit together and everyone on the island knows it and loves them too.

its like halfway canon that theyre in a QPR, they raise a child together and sleep next to each other and are basically life partners. jaiden supports roiers other relationships, and they actually support and communicate with each other and its great

They raised a child together, Roier's in game romantic husband loves Jaiden almost as much Roier does

you don't understand your honor they're everything to me. they're basically canon. they raised a kid together, lived in the same house, slept in the same bed, and trusted each other with everything. Someone once asked if they were together romantically and their answers were 'family' and 'partners' and often times they're just called 'platonic life partners'. They trust each other first no matter what they are RIDE or DIE qpp bitrans and aroace

oh my gdodddd dude oh my goddddd oh my godddddd oh my lord oh my LORRRDDDDDD they got randomly paired together to raise a child and had hardly interacted before that and immediatley became besties and there is so much respect and patience and trust in their relationship even after the loss of their child they are eachothers confidants they always want the best for eachother they are everything to me im craszy ANIMATIONS FAMILY 4EVER

they raised a child together they live together Jaiden's aroace and supports her partner's drag stripping career she was at his wedding

they raised a child together. jaiden is aroace and roier was kinda a whore before he got married (not to jaiden though) but they are besties and they care for each other very much. when their son bobby died they were each other's rock. i barely watch the livestreams but i see the liveblogging and its just so so obvious they care for each other and are ride or die PLEASE LET THEM IN AND WIN

they were the best parents to their little egg, Bobby, and are just so silly goofy together. They hype each other up SO MUCH.

Just these two lol not much for me to say but lots of platonic love to give

roier is gay and married to a man and jaiden's aroace but they are still partners!!! they're family they're a couple but they're not dating or romantically interested in each other. everyone in-canon acknowledges their relationship as equally as important as a romantic one, even roier's husband.

They LITERALLY lived together and slept in the same bed and raised a child together and one of them is played by an aroace person! The ccs never implied or explicitly said there was anything romantic between their characters, but the characters are still incredibly close with one another, even when Roier had his own romantic arc with another character!

They raised a son together platonically, Roier is married and he and Jaiden’s relationship is treated with the same amount of gravitas and weight as Roier’s relationship with his husband. They’re mutually supportive and care about each other so deeply. They’ve been through the loss of their son together and have continued to wholeheartedly mutually support and protect each other.

BOBBY THEIR LITTLE EGG THEY

canonically a family unit but not in the nuclear way (they both parent a child, but they are not in a romantic relationship nor a couple, nor did either of them create this child). this platonic relationship is treated equally to one of the character's romantic relationships and is not seen as 'less' than the romantic one. it is expressed multiple times throughout the series how important this platonic relationship is.

They co-parented their adopted kid together for a while and were acknowledged by pretty much everyone as the best parents, and now that Roier is married, his husband treats him and jaiden with just as much respect as she does their marriage,,,, which means a lot to me personally <3

roier literally considers his relationship with jaiden (who is aroace) to be equal to that of his relationship with his husband. his husband also treats jaiden n roiers relationship as equal to his and roiers!! plus jaiden and roier raised a son together and slept next to each other and were often mistaken for being husband and wife bc of how affectionate they were but its completely platonic! also when roiers husband, cellbit, was being an asshole pre engagement, jaiden talked with roier about how she thinks he deserves better and threatened cellbit if he hurt roier. i have many feelings about them but most of them are like just stick figure gore images

qpr of all time. i dont even watch qsmp but theyre so sillies. they raised a kid (egg) together. jaiden is acearo

Roier is a very gay hypersexual man and Jaiden is AceAro!! They refer to eachother as partners and raised an (egg)child together. Theyre besties theyre ride or die they trust eachother above anyone else etc etc

Q!JAIDEN CALLED Q!ROIER HER PARTNER SEVERAL TIMES!!! SHES AROACE AND HES MARRIED AND ALSO THEY RAISED A CHILD TOGETHER AND LIVED TOGETHER (<- i am feral)

They have said they love each other and it wasn’t romantic. One of them is played by and aroace person, one of them isn’t and the character still has a relationship outside of the romantic/platonic binary while still having both romantic and platonic relationships.

They have directly referred themselves as platonic partners multiple time throughout their time together. Despite the fact that Q!Roier is married to another character, his relationship with Q!Jaiden is never dismissed and is held at the same importance as his romantic relationship.

Literally call each other partner and family. Raised a egg son for a while (rip Bobby) Jaiden helped set him up with Cellbit! (They’re married now)

[milkws-world]

Cold Hands// Simon Riley

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Rating: 18+(mdni)

Warnings: Smut, porn with a bit of a plot, slight choking, vaginal fingering, fem receiving, teasing, taunting

Summary: Simons hands are cold and what type of person would you be to not help him out?

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve read books and fanfics 4EVER. But this is my first time publishing anything. This was kind of written on a whim since I just wanted to get something out there, so it’s not gonna be the best. I don’t write very regularly but I’m hoping it’s something I can get better at. Feedback and any advice to better myself would be greatly appreciated! Thank you.

You knew it was bound to happen when he began complaining. The house was an oven with a flame that seemed as if it would never die compared to the harsh winds and freezing weather outside of your flat. Still, under the cozy, warm, thick sheets Simons hands were freezing. Keep in mind, this is a man who has literally survived temperatures that are below freezing while killing with his bare hands. Hands that have committed the worst of sins, so unspeakable that he’s shoved them to the deepest depths of his mind.

When these hands are on you though, it’s like they’re gliding over the softest silk. Savoring the feeling of the smooth and kind fabric, gentle almost. They’re calloused, rough, and worn out yet they drag along your skin as if it was a balm. Used to heal scars and sand out the rough edges. He has his moments, mind blurred by lust, where he handles and grabs at you as if you were about to disintegrate between his fingers.

So, when you’re sitting next to him in bed enjoying the new book you had picked up at that cute coffee shop a couple days ago. He starts complaining about how cold his hands were. You had to check for yourself cause there’s no way this grown man is really bitching about his cold hands. But to your dismay he’s telling the truth, you can tell they’re cracked and slightly paler than his usual complexion when he brings them up from under the covers to show you.

“Si, your hands are freezing”, you flinch away as he presses his hands against yours.

“You gonna help me out?”, he asks with that gravelly voice you love. You already know what he’s referring to just based off the smug look on his face. “You’re a nasty man, I’m trying to read my new book” you whine out the last word as he runs his cold hands over the top of your warm thighs. This was becoming too much too quickly. You had never really been this domestic with him before. Lying in bed together, you with your book, and he with his own thoughts admiring your face and watching your eyes skim from line to line.

“You ain’t one for the saints either, love” he starts inching closer to your face. He swore he could almost hear your heartbeat increasing as he got closer. You felt warm, as if you had spent the whole day outside on a sunny beach taking a nap. He could smell your shampoo and feel the evidence of the lotion you always applied after a shower. “Come on, you gonna let me loose my hands to frostbite? How am I gonna be able to touch this perfect body without hands?”

“You have a mouth don’t you? Could live off of that for the rest of my life” you answer while shrugging your shoulders. He looks at you with disbelief almost, before he backtracks and says “I don’t doubt it, could spend the rest of my life tasting every inch of you”

“Alright easy big boy, let me read a couple chapters and then I’ll take you up on that.” To compromise for his suffering, you grab one of his hands and put it between your warm thighs. Closing around his hand like an oyster trying to protect its’ perfect little pearl. His hand was right by your crotch but not quite, if he moved his pinky a centimeter he’d be touching you.

“Hmmm” he moans in satisfaction towards your action “much better.” Soon enough, he just can’t get enough so he moves you around so you’re sitting right between his thighs. His back is sitting against the headboard and your back is against his chest, both of his hands between your thighs while your book rests against your bent knees. Your hands are gripping the book, trying to keep a hold on yourself while his hands practically engulf your thighs.

Then he starts moving and you know you’re done for. His hands start teetering downwards, the tip of his fingers sliding through the cracks on your shorts and skimming the stitching on your panties. He can see your chest rising up and down rapidly from this angle, he can also see the way your knuckles start to whiten around your book.

“Simon, let a woman enjoy her book in peace” you sigh out as you rest your head against his shoulder in desperation. You’re already starting to feel dizzy, mind starting to fog with the feeling of his hands on you. “But you feel so warm, just let me make you feel good for a little.” Who were you to say no to such a nice request? Especially when you can practically feel the shake within this hands, desperate to touch you and please you. He loves to see you withering and moaning over the simplest of touches. He honestly didn’t even have to touch you, his voice was more than enough to send you off a cliff.

His hands start to rub circles around your clit over your panties. You were already breathless and Simon was trying his hardest to drag this out for you and not shove his fingers in you right then and there. So he goes slow, let’s you feel his shallow breaths against your neck, his rough fingers rubbing your already sensitive clit creating more friction with your panties in the way.

“Fuck Si, feels so fuckin’ good” your breaths were starting to shift into noises. Breathy little moans being pulled out of you with each movement. He responds just as breathless “I know kid, can feel how much you want my fingers already” his fingers dip down a little to feel the wet spot forming by your slit.

He feels like like a bucket of water being dumped over you after a hot day. Refreshing and bringing your senses to the highest caliber they can go. Everything he did was with a purpose, there was no touch or light skim that wasn’t done without one. He knows how your body works just as much as your mind. You were smart, calculated, and good under pressure. Just not under the pressure of his fingers.

“Take these off” he gestures to your shorts and panties. You obey faster and easier than you would’ve liked if you weren’t so drunk off of him than you already are. As soon as your situated back in place his fingers slide down to collect your slick. “fuck baby, barely even touched you yet” he rasps out.

You mewl like a cat in heat, and you can feel how hot your cunt is. You know because as soon as his cold fingers make contact with your clit you’re trying to squirm away. But his free hand is wrapping around your shoulder and his hand is splayed across your throat. Not as a threat but a warning.

“Keep on squirming like that and we stop every time you try to move away. Got it?”

“No, no, no please. I’m sorry” you beg. But it’s so hard when he’s already starting to make you feel so fucking good.

He’s still rubbing circles over your hard clit, Your quiet moans and his harsh breathing accompanied by the sticky sounds of your cunt are the only things you can hear. Your head feels like it’s pounding with the rhythm of your pulse, your knees are locked tight and all you can see is the ceiling and the side of his face still slightly covered by his mask in your peripheral.

He spreads your cunt wide open with two of his fingers. Watching the way you clench around thin air, desperate for anything. He starts rubbing your clit again until he’s sure you’ve created enough slick to slide his finger in without difficulty.

His fingers suddenly dip down again and he inches in only the tips of his fingers into your cunt. “Come on kid, you know what to do if you want more.”

“Oh fuck, please Simon wanna feel your fingers in me already. Let me warm you up, please.”

“Hmm, come on you know you can do better than that.” He’s testing you, seeing how long you can beg and cry to him until you shatter like porcelain glass under his heavy boot. So you comply again “Gah, please Simon. Please, please your fingers feel so good. Makin’ me dizzy, just want you to finger me till I can’t remember anything but your name. Please just give it to me.”

That seems to do the trick cause he shoves his finger as deep as it can go. And fuck you feel like you’re about to have a seizure. It’s just one finger but fuck you feel like you’re gonna come already. He’s holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, as if you’d crack under the pressure of a single needle. But the way he starts moving his hand says otherwise.

He starts with slow strokes but he starts speeding up with your begging. “Need more, please Si” you’re able to get out in between your moans. “Need more what darling? Come on use your words.”

“Mmph, another finger please. I can take it, i want it.” He knew he was able to reach parts of you that you couldn’t on your own. He had forced you to touch yourself in front of him once. Your hands were nothing compared to his, you realized this when he took out your fingers from your cunt and forced his own in you.

“Can’t make yourself feel this good eh? Can’t reach those tiny little fingers to that perfect spot like I can” he catches you off guard by shoving in two more and fuck. If you weren’t dying already then this is definitely the end for you. The stretch burns but his fingers become coated in you, making it easier to slide in and out of you. Then he curls them the perfect amount, hitting that spongy spot between your walls every time.

His other hand inches down from your neck to your tits and he starts pinching and rubbing at your nipples, alternating between each one. His mask is slid up right above his nose giving him the opportunity to kiss at your shoulder and neck. You don’t even realize until you feel his tongue sliding from your shoulder right up to that spot behind your ear. He sucks and bites, apologizing by sliding his wet tongue over your skin.

His attack continues and you can feel yourself right at the edge. As if you were standing on a diving board, jumping up and down but never quite jumping forward and into the bliss that awaits you. Your skin feels hot and sticky all over. You’re sweaty, it’s building up behind your neck and in the crease between your knees. The skin between your thighs and around your cunt is glistening with your slick due to the rapid movements of Simons hand. You can hear the way your cunt is drenching his hands to the point where they’re pruny and it’s sliding down all the way between your ass.

“Fuck baby, im so close” you let out between hiccuping breaths and whiny sounds. “Oh god, feels’ so good.”

He can tell you need a push, can read your body like a fortune teller reading a palm. So his other hands slides down from your tits and to your clit. He starts rubbing harsh circles and in pace with his hand. You can feel that knot in your stomach tightening by the second. You feel like a meteorite slowly deteriorating but burning hot as you pass through the earths atmosphere. Your hips already feel sore and your body starts tightening up and crumpling into a little ball against him. Your head is pushed as far as it can go and you can hear his soft words of encouragement right against your ear.

“Come on kid, you can do it. You’re right fucking there just let it out like a good girl for me. Just cum all over my fingers, I got you baby I got you.”

Then it all pops, and you can’t hear or see anything. All you can do is feel and feel. You can feel the way your cunt clamps down on his fingers, how your muscles go rigid all over your body, and the way that warm feeling spreads out from your stomach all the way to your scalp and toes. Your eyes are squeezed tight and your hands are grabbing at his thick thighs. It feels like it lasts forever, like you’re suspended in zero gravity but soon enough you drop down to the surface. It’s slow though, you can feel yourself slowly unclenching around his fingers. But your tight little cunt starts to spasm around him.

“Oh fuckkk, look at that. Did so good for me darling. Look so fucking perfect like this, ruined around my fingers just for me” he coos into your ear as he drop down his stubbly chin to caress it against your smooth cheek. The sensation bringing you back little by little. He slowly slides his fingers out of you, causing you to whine at the sudden loss.

“Are your hands warm now?” you joke.

“Fuckin’ hell, they’re more than warm, they’re drenched in you kid.” He starts to plant kisses around your cheek until he reaches your mouth. You realize this is the first time he’s kissed you this whole time. You missed his mouth and his talented tongue. So you let yourself bask in it and savor it.

You turn your head so you can have a better angle toward his mouth. It’s soft but hungry, he’s sliding his tongue over your own and over the roof of your mouth. Then he suddenly parts from your mouth but you don’t have time to complain cause he’s shoving his fingers in your mouth. You can taste yourself, tangy and warm. You’re moaning around his fingers at the taste and you scoop every last drop with your tongue. Then he replaces his fingers with his mouth again and he’s moaning at the taste of yourself. Swiping it off your tongue with his own and memorizing the way you taste.

“Still have something to prove to you though.” You look at him with confusion, eyelashes already wanting to shutter close with sleepiness.

“What do you mean?”

“That I can live with my tongue between your thighs forever”

“Simon, I can’t” you plead to him. He could hear the panic laced in your voice with what he was insinuating.

“Oh you can darling, and you will.”

[disfrutalakia]

prompt: nightmare

The taste of blood woke up Bad to white flouring and closed off windows. Squinting his eyes, he notices it isn't just drawn up curtains, rock obscured the windows in the oval office, questions popped in his head as he stood up in the presidential office, red(or blue?) dripping slowly over his left eye.

Bad almost questioned the air, maybe the ghosts, but he felt none nearby, on what was happening before hearing the familiar sound of an elevator filled the room.

"There you are Bad! we are gonna get late, and you wouldn't want to ruin this more than perfect day!"

Bad blinked at the figure, horror dawning at the stretched smile in the familiar face.

"What"

"C'mon! Let's go." 4ever strided over, and with one movement put Bad upstraight position, he wobbled, but the blond arms maintained his position.

Bad's breath caught as 4ever took his hand, sensation cold and powdery not the familiar warmth that he extended all around him like a star.

He was tugged to the elevator and down, suddenly free falling into the darkness instead of finding ground the close seconds of teleportation would leave him without ground.

4ever still held to him, cold fingers almost a parody of its own that made Bad want to tear away from him.

And then, ground found its way to his feet, hitting knees hard enough to make him wobble *again*, but again, cold and powdery arms held him.

Enough that Bad could smell the explosives and spider eye left-over in the president.

"Opa, clumsy on our big day? Don't worry, I got you."

"What day?"

Bad tried to take a step back, but his legs were almost tied, looking down, puffy gown big as it could flowing down instead of his normal hood, even if his head was still hidden, the gradient of black to pure white made him want to tear it all with dull claws in his hands.

"Our wedding day silly!"

Bad's breath caught looking up at the manic expression on his president, hair caught in a halo instead of the braided style he preferred so much.

Before he could say anything, 4ever made them move, twirl in a dance, valsa? Bad has to focus on his movements to not just fall or be dragged around by the blond hands, which had an iron force hold on him.

"But, you called it off, remember?"

"As if I could silly! As if I could let you go, meu bem."

Bad beared his fangs, growl not silenced between the loud cheerful music.

"You KNOW I'm not gonna say yes, stop with this... craziness."

The smile twisting from just manic reaction to almost genuine as 4ever snuggled against his neck.

"It's okay... I'm also scared, but it is the most perfect day on the island! We will be fine, perfect even, together."

His head was spinning with the strong smell of explosions and cologne from the suit and hair clinging to him like meatheads. But bad had enough strength to push the man off him, looking at 4ever fall brought temporary relief like water to a dying desert man.

Bad couldn’t even smile as 4ever looked him, and suddenly there was no gown or suit or brightly venue around them.

"What's the matter docinho? It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Stay away from me! I'll never say yes!"

4ever blinked at him as bad took more steps back, breath too quick, he needed to calm down-

"Oooo. But it doesn't matter if you don't say anything!"

Bad wanted to scream as slowly the president rose up, calm smile, not manic, not forced, graced his tired face.

"We'll be together either way! So save up your breath, só vou roubar ele depois, ok?"

Bad was ready to turn and run even if he felt like swimming in fucking honey, but he could only stumble and fall into soft covers behind him, and soon 4ever joined as the most unwated blanket ever.

The smothering made him want to scream, but hands reaching to his face made him gasp and fight back against not listening limbs, more now that their heads were perfectly aligned and 4ever was dipping down-.

With abruptness of falling down, Bad sat up, scream to stop it caught in his throat, and most horrific of it all

The tightness of his heart, against stopping such swarming feeling against all of him.

Tumblr if you eat this you're homophobic

GOOD NEWS TUMBLR DIDN'T EAT IT THIS TIME

Even better news, this is so fucking good!!! 4halo horror movie wedding my beloved, there is so much cool stuff to be done with it and it being a nightmare is so cool

I love the approach you toom of it being so clearly a nightmare but also feeling real in a way. So good

[flyfish1999]

For the character thing P3PHeroine?

thanks elle-p !!!!!!!!!! good luck with my character too ^_^)/ !! i feel like i totally don't talk about her (or tbh anyone outside of ryoji ...) as much as i should .. ! im gonna work to change that \o/ ! starting here :]c putting this one under a cut because it actually got suuuper long ^_^;; whoops !

favourite thing about them: she exists !!!!!!!!!!!! and she's so cool . she's like, devastatingly cool . both in her concept and just .. herself .... move over chad narukami losers !!!!!!!!!! especially in her exclusive links, her kindness and kick-ass-ness and depth comes out in full force and i love her so much for it. i know i'm a ryominahead, but i miss her everyday !!!!!!!!

least favourite thing about them: not her fault AT ALL . but aside from how underrepresented she is, i am still a firm believer that she should've received her own ryoji ... it's so sad, because i absolutely adore how they open up to each other, but i've talked to others before about how ryoji in her story as seemingly HER mirror just feels wrong, like he's transplanted from another place (which he literally is .. he's created in minato's image). i would've loved to see how her ryoji could've been more specifically shaped and changed by her quirks + her approach to her trauma

favourite line: "but, when i first saw him... he didn't feel at all like a stranger to me." "i can't explain it well, but it was almost like nostalgia.... or some kind of closeness." "i'm him, and he's me...?" it's criminal that q2 left it at this.

brOTP: junpei and hamuko is especially special to me ... more so than minato and junpei really . they bounce off of each other so well, + the extended/enhanced arc where junpei is kind of misogynistic to her alongside the leader jealousy and how that develops is so cool T_T

OTP: HAMUAIGIS 4EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aigis im so sorry yr girlfriend is still in the vault . can you imagine femc the answer . would destroy my soul .

nOTP: her + junpei . .. maybe im a little hater but the GAME doesnt even let you do it lmao ...! it means a lot to me that they're best friends . other than that, i'd say she fits cutely with nearly everyone else just like minato does !

random headcanon: okay lets be real . am i stupid ? where does her mp3 player attach ? it just kind of hangs out in midair while minato obviously hangs it on a lanyard . i like to think she's a bit more crafty with it !!! clipping it onto the zipper of her uniform or her scarf or keeping it on a wristband etc ^_^

unpopular opinion: gwa ........... i should just own this i think, even if people disagree !! in my opinion ... femc is supplementary content. and that means you should not be playing her route as your first experience in persona 3. just like how i believe you shouldn't read the manga or watch the movies before playing the game. you need to play the male route first. the way she presents the game's themes through her character and modified story is designed to be in direct opposition and contract with minato's route, and enhances both routes to that effect and can totally change your experience when viewing your previous playthrough of the male route and your current route as her through the lens she teaches the player. in a sad sort of way, i am kind of happy reload hasn't enforced this idea that femc is just one of two ways to experience p3 . this isn't a character select .. she's more like a perfect ng+ to me .

song i associate them with: back to the lighthearted stuff ! cop car by mitski ^_^ easiest answer so far !

favourite picture of them: either this [below], the cover of persona compilation II, or either of the persona music live/tour 2009 and 2010 artworks ! i'm a shin apologist though, so take that with a grain of salt ;] i really love how she's shown in opposition with narukami here, how he's looking straight at her but she's not meeting his eye . i would really love to see these two together more !

[kmgkmg]

long ask incoming !!! (-⛺️)

“You’re the one that wanted us to date quietly and we broke up just as quietly. Now, let go of me quietly.”

“Yes, he misses you more than anything. But no, he knows that you don’t feel the same. So maybe, it’s time for him to follow your wishes and let go of you.”

its actually so over . im devastated, heartbroken, never eating sushi again (joke) (half joke i feel the devastation) (actually going crazy over these lines) this fic was so good 😭😭😭 the fact that ww wasnt over them but they were over him, the fact that they moved on but he didn’t, the fact that he only decided to move on was when he saw that they moved on????? wow . wow . i need a moment to think about this (head in hands) (will reread tonight for the full angst™️ experience) BUT THE MOODBOARDS??? theyre so good i especially love the one with wonwoo in it because the colors??? the way it all matches im in love w it

OKAY anyways!!! after reading the playlist breakdown i think that all the songs really fit the smau, but i feel like these songs fit the best or have the biggest impression for me (thoughts for first 5 only because im running out of words to describe it all but i love all of them) (not in any order)

1. sugarcoat (natty solo) - i <3 kiss of life and this solo is SOOOO good (this is actually the song that got me into the playlist so i think that this rlly fits the vibe aswell)

2. haunt me & stiff - i read the two lyric excerpts from the breakdown while listening to them and it was so??? it perfectly fit both yn and shua’s povs like my jaw dropped when it clicked in my head

3. not my job - I RECOGNIZED IT WHEN I READ THE SECOND CHAPTER I WAS LIKE “wait a damn??? minute????? am i reading this correctly????”

4. lemondrops - “one that definitely shows the dynamic between reader and joshua when they were close. the closeness that both of them miss.” MY YNSHIE 💔💔💔💔💔💔 this song makes perfect sense because that’s literally them??? its literally their song??? that specific closeness described in this song cannot/can rarely be replicated for anyone else and it probably hurt for the both of them before the events of back to us happened 🙁🙁🙁

5. back to us - VIBEEE VIBE complete vibe this song is so good!!!! i love that i found out about the two artists from this song & this playlist and i completely agree this song is the embodiment of joshua <33 i also rlly like how the title of this is also the title of the series so i can remember it easily

honorable mentions: gotta get back, lucky (the “lucky im in love with my best friend” incident 😭😭😭😭) and the entire playlist because i love it sm 🫶🫶🫶

i feel like i have to do another ask for the unused photos (😭😭😭) thank you sm if you read this and im REALLY really sorry again for another long ask 😭😭🫶🫶

-⛺️

reply under the cut hehee

i'm glad you liked the wonwoo piece!!! it definitely came to me after thinking about his elle man shoot and then elle released an interview and i was like :O it's fate!! idr when he said he enjoyed sushi...i think it was something with scoups and they were like, wonu is a sushi lover and i was like 😗 time to include that in a future fic...the future fic ended up being yes no maybe lol!

you pointing out the part that is like,

“Yes, he misses you more than anything. But no, he knows that you don’t feel the same. So maybe, it’s time for him to follow your wishes and let go of you.”

is sooooo wild to me because i almost didn't include it!!! my friend said it showed his emotions/inner monologue though so i kept it in!! because the title is from suzy's yes no maybe but i alr included him saying yes no maybe in the interview part so i didn't know if it was redundant to do it again!

and thank youuuuu!!! i don't often add idols in my moodboards but when i do find aes pics, and they match with other photos? the best feelingggggg. (still not over this doyoung mb i made 4ever ago)

YOUR TOP 5555555 AHHHHHH!!!!!

1...omg so glad i used sugarcoat as the second opening track then!! i knew natty since i got into twice in 2016 but an ex friend really stanned natty HARD since she was also thai, but like sugarcoat is TOO good!!!! seriously one of the best kpop releases of 2023 imo! 2...the lyrics of still KILL MEEEEEEE!!! they're so representative of joshua's emotions i cannot...also rini...i mean his lyrics always are so good! 3...KAJSFDKJN THAT LINE IS TEW GOOD!!! i almost used it as reader's line instead of joshua's but in all honesty...i blanked on how to incorporate it into their dialogue. 4..."that specific closeness described in this song cannot/can rarely be replicated for anyone else and it probably hurt for the both of them before the events of back to us happened 🙁🙁🙁" THIS THIS THISSSSS!!!!!!! they were each other's safety. each other's support. it really comes full circle during taking inventory/back to us since reader doesn't have to be alone during thunderstorms anymore. 5...I KNEW i wanted to include a jeremy passion song and when i listened through his discography, this one definitely stood out the most! i wanted the title to be vague but also hopeful, although the song lyrically has a different vibe, i'm v happy w selecting the song i did! also really happy i could introduce you to new artists through this playlist!!

if i had to pick my top 5 it would be...

1...back to us: it's the series' title for a reason 🤭 2...like i feel: xavier omär's music makes me feel things, i mean this was on loop when i was writing so many parts for the buildupppp 3...blur: the song's vibe is bright but also helped me flesh out the emotions joshua was experiencing!! 4...lemondrops: obviously i have to include the track that started it 5...still: similar to your reasoning, it just suits joshua and reader's dynamic so well

again, no need to apologize for long asks!!! i enjoy reading your messages sm 🫶💞

[themology]

druig x fem!avenger!reader “alone” (2 / ?)

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notes: was honestly crying while writing this tbh, idk how i did it but it was fun shifting this from angst to fluff and to angst to fluff, idrk i can't establish a solid genre because i am all over the place for druig🛐🛐 anyways please enjoy! this chapter is pretty much like i will hate my friends and my creator 4ever bc i can't help my gf with fighting this big violet dude >:(((

summary: in amidst of the biggest war you could ever participate on, peace, love and trust wouldn't be as viable for a perfect relationship that you and druig have

warnings/contains: established relationship, kinda long distance relationship, implied farewell sex, fluff, angst no comfort, a lot of timeskips, timeline might be goofy and inaccurate bc this fic is all over the place, druig isn't really mentioned all the time, implied character death, canon typical violence.

pairing: druig x female!avenger!reader

word count: 3095, approximately 6 minute read.

"druig... it's you" he immediately called you the next day, his name rolling down your tongue felt so nice in his ear, as sweet as caramel, heaven to earth, everything nice and nothing terrible...

the calls never stopped, you both are always on your phones, everytime, to the point where the people around you would be bothered about it, and you both honestly didn't care, nothing else matters but the both of you enjoying your time together,

"natasha, i'm on my phone, can you talk to wanda for me?"

"phastos, how do i... charge this?"

"go first, i'm calling someone"

"i do not need any sleep, i'm an eternal, i am fine"

"i'll eat later, i am talking to dru— a friend!"

"i'll do that later, phastos"

every day, every night, everything is all about updating each other on what's happening, if he watered his plants he'd tell you about it, if you beat natasha in mario kart you'd tell him about it... it's pure randomness, just the sake of hearing each others voices,

at one point, after talking to each other on the phone for months, you decided to meet again, breaking that promise of seeing each other again in stark's next expo

druig almost felt like he was suffering from success, he'd get to see you again without having to wait for a year

he wasn't that hard to overlook with his unique style and his aura — you greeted him with a tight hug, and he immediately hugged back, enjoying your body pressed against his, enjoying your warm, homely embrace... he's definitely in love,

the rest was a history that you'd both like to tell your friends (mainly you) if you had the time... but then again you can't because you are too busy.

you suggested on having video calls instead of phone calls, so that you could pretty much see each other and not feel touched starve all the time since you both have tight schedules and you live quite far from each other,

but it turned out bad when you both tried to do it, you were busy laughing while watching as druig is struggling with keeping the phone consistent and not shaky — you did most of the effort of communicating in your relationship, even if he refused, you still insisted, reassuring that everything is fine... and that man is irresistible 

you still did video calls... not everytime though... only when needed,

after a few more months developing and establishing a relationship that is almost one, you really couldn't hide anything from your best friend. and it was pretty much obvious to her "oh? the guy from the expo?" you shook your head confusedly at her, "you already saw him?"

"yeah... i think i saw him checking you out, i never really wanted to leave but when i saw him i was like 'sure, y/n will be completely fine with him, otherwise i'd have to...'" she motions a knowing look of 'punching him' and you immediately shook your head "no! we are completely fine!"

natasha truly is your wingwoman... and you were extra sure that your relationship is going to fine and no one is hurt or going to stop it

"hello love, i'm on a jet to free my friends from prison!" you said enthusiastically and then you focused your phone to natasha who was operating and steve who was sticking beside her, both looking back at the screen of your phone, awkwardly waving at druig who was not looking impressed at all,

who looked like he was laying on his bed,

"who is that?" steve asked with his eyebrows furrowed, "a friend" you immediately replied, natasha chuckled, "yeah, right."

"is that what i was seeing on the television? i thought you weren't going to participate in any of those?" druig ignores the commotion happening right in front of you and is immediately interrogating you. "yes... and yes... i am just helping them" you smiled at the screen,

druig raised an eyebrow. "helping them let war criminals out of prison?" your eyes squinted at the remark, "they're not criminals, druig, they're my friends"

"i know, and in the eyes of the law, they are" he said in a warning tone. "i never knew you were this knowledgeable about people, i thought you were living in a forest" you quickly changed the subject, joking about his asocial nature.

"i am." he deadpans.

"what?" you didn't clearly heard what he said. "nothing, now go focus on your little mission thing or i'll call the authorities" he jokes, winking at you... "don't give me that look." you warned, trying to hide your smile,

"i know you love it" he playfully states, ending the call, steve slowly looks back at you, "a friend... huh?" he raised his eyebrows. "do you never form wonderful bonds with your friends?"

"i do, but not in that way y/n..." steve replies, making natasha scoff.

"whatever, cap'tn america" you mocked, making the man roll his eyes playfully. "i wanna see how they're doing, they're probably going crazy there right now, especially sam, that man's hand is itching for some video games again"

it turns out that he actually does live in a forest, the amazon rain forest to be exact, the place is beautiful you finally got to breath fresh air for once because new york isn't as natural and as peaceful, you asked him how he got here from new york that easily... you kind of already know the answer

druig was surprised when you weren't surprised after he told you that he was an extraterrestrial being of over 7,000 years old, you simply laughed and nodded, telling him that you've seen way worse than that

he is relieved... this has been bothering him ever since he layed his eyes on you, telling someone that he is an alien who went to earth 7,000 years ago is not easy, and with the way you accepted and understood it with your whole heart made him feel great about humanity for once, maybe you humans aren't that bad at all,

yes, you did laughed it off, but not in a mocking way... treating it as if it was a joke.

"keeping a secret needs something in return... you know" you acquired.

"and? what is it?" druig took his chin resting on your head to look down at you, his hands on your waist, and you on his mind,

you grinned, turning your head to the side, indicating that he should kiss you on the cheeks,

but you felt his hand gently touch your chin, making you look at him, instead of kissing you in the cheeks he kissed you on the lips, so soft and so pure you both were afraid to move...

druig said he'd let you stay as long as you want in his peaceful oasis, you did, and that made both of you contented, you both wanted nothing but to be with each other all the time...

yet duty will always call and you'd always need to come back to the city and help with various super hero stuff,

you left the eternal disappointed and yearning for you once again, and you were sorry.

A YEAR LATER, 2018

this is the first time you'd saw him flesh to flesh after a few weeks, it was a peaceful evening in the amazon, camp fire in front of you, enjoying the view when your phone rang, you had to take the call because it was natasha and you immediately have to go back to new york, saying that it's 'super hero stuff'

"it's already dark, y/n, can you go there tomorrow instead?"

you said you couldn't. which made him disappointed.

you didn't told him that you were going to pay him a visit... and when you went 'home', you swore you saw the most sincere smile on his face... only to be ruined with the reason on why you truly came there... natasha had told you about the devastating news, the last few days for you was living hell, 

some annoying space ship came out of nowhere and destroyed things in new york... tony is missing... no one knows where he is, and you immediately had to go to edinburgh, scotland, save wanda and vision and perhaps kill thanos's annoying minions, glaive and that intergalactic bitch called midnight...

you didn't because the idiots ascended away with their silly looking ship...

"i thought we had a deal... stay close... check in..."

you remembered natasha scolding you and wanda inside the jet, "i just wanted to rest"

you sighed, keeping your mind off the matter and instead texted druig who scolded you, asking why you were still awake in the middle of the night, the conversation lasted until you both got back 'home'

everyone was bickering to themselves in the avengers compound, and you honestly didn't care, everything is irritating. "you guys look like crap" james commented.

"thank you." you rolled your eyes slightly.

bruce came out of nowhere, greeting everyone in the room... or more like natasha alone, sam commented about it being awkward and you couldn't agree more... all you could think about is him, you don't have much time, you needed to say goodbye...

"nat... can i..."

"go y/n... we don't have much time, come back here immediately, you only have a day"

and this is probably where it kills you, telling him that you might not come back again, thanos is a powerful, unstoppable force, and he is also a coward...

it was quite stupid bringing the jet with you, but you aren't the most magical person in the world so you really had no choice but to borrow natasha's ship, instead of making crazy portals, or simply teleporting

"who is it again? thanos?" druig was seated on his bed... the bed you both shared, "yes..." you nodded your head slowly, arms crossed, walking around the room anxiously. "you can... always back away" he whispers, staring at your figure.

you stopped walking, "druig... you know i can't, they're my family" you immediately interjected.

"what about me? am i not?" he stood up and walked towards you, only a little bit space left between the gap of the both of you. "no! that's... not what i meant..." he simply sighed,

"it is my duty as an avenger..."

"he already has most of the stones and i need to help stop him"

you added, you placed your hands on his chest. "what does he need the stones for exactly?" he looks down at you.

"he always had one goal, bring balance, wipe out half the universe... if we don't succeed... most of us will die."

"then i will help you," you shook your head immediately. "druig... you cannot, you already told me about this yourself, i don't want you getting in trouble" he squeezed his eyes shut, frustrated about the truth that he forgot because of his worry for you,

"i despise being an eternal"

druig spat, venom spilling from those words... he backed away from you... "don't say that! if it weren't for you... the world will never be a better place, you are a blessing, druig" you just kept on going towards him... you didn't wanted him to hate himself...

"a better place? it's going to be in shambles"

he quickly interrupts, looking everywhere but you, "don't worry. i will fix this" you reassured. he scoffed silently,

"i'm supposed to be the one doing that"

"you've been doing it for so long, you need rest"

"y/n i don't need rest, all i need to do is to keep you safe... so please... think about what you're doing" he grasped your shoulders gently... trying to make you come into your senses, but you shook your head,

"i am sorry... love... i've already made my choice"

druig over towered you with his broad shoulders and his intense but gloomy gaze, you know what he is about to do, and you don't know if you'd like to be mind controlled or not...

he was having the same struggle, shaking uncontrollably as he fights his urges of doing it or not, he's not sure... if he did control your mind... you'll hate him, and if he didn't, he'll hate himself.

"druig... please" all those tension only to end with his forehead resting to yours... you cupped his cheeks, breathing heavily, repeating the same words of 'thank you' for not using his powers to change your mind about this serious matter,

"i'm not sure if i can call you there..."

"anything... anything is fine... call me or not... just please come back" was his reply.

you silently sob in his embrace, and all he did was to try to calm you down... even if he is panicking himself, you started speaking... even if it pains you to let out those words, you still forced yourself.

"i don't have any time left, if... we don't succeed... then this is the time to say goodbye"

before he could protest about your madness, you shut him off with a kiss which escalated fast, with hunger and desperation, as things should be... this was your good bye, yet you both were still savouring this very precious moment,

druig never thought that he'd find someone to awaken needs like a human... his libido, no one never made him feel like human, and the need to satisfy himself because there is nothing worth being satisfied for,

you made him feel that he is loved after thinking about being unlovable after all those lonesome years of being alone... he thought about being alone altogether, and if he was finally ever tired, he'd dig his own grave,

and then you came along... and he was ready to give his all and everything, for you and you alone — here he is now, placing loving kisses unto your delicate skin,

you both were feeling hot, fire kindling inside the both of you, he wanted more and nothing else but to hear his name come out of you... "so pretty..." he murmured, hearing your beautiful moans coming out of your mouth,

druig whispered endless words of endearment as he thrusted in and out of you lovingly,

you desperately held on onto his broad shoulders as you moaned each other's names, reaching your peaks, he fell down beside you, panting heavily, "why are you crying, my love?" his eyes were closed but he was pretty much conscious...

"it's nothing druig... i am happy to see you again"

druig smiles, his vision starting to get hazy as he gets sleepy

lies, you weren't only crying because you were happy to be with him, you're crying because you're happy to be with him for one... last time.

"please take care of him" you said to the people of the small compound, you left with the jet the moment you were sure that he was fast asleep.

your mind was blank, you were pretty much just dragging yourself everywhere forcefully,

wakanda was a beautiful place... to bad thanos is about to destroy its beauty,

steve reunites with bucky, wakanda's defence is almost no use ─ all of you didn't had much time to prepare, the titan is already attacking, the ground was shaking uncontrollably, 

steve immediately went to where vision was after a few fights here and there because he was being attacked, and they were after the stone that he has, you helped take the final kill, killing glaive with a brutal stab across his body.

"he's here"

and you could feel it... you were simply tossed to the side like a ragdoll when he tried going to where vision was, everyone including you tried to buy wanda more time as she kills her own lover,

you unable to move no longer, exhausted and disappointed, natasha just beside you, looking at you with all sadness and anger,

you've fought and fought and you were tired, all you wanted was to be in his arms, but you can't anymore, you can never be able to do so, you're dying, and he wouldn't even know that,

what thanos had to do was done, none of you could stop it, even thor who tried to kill him... he was too distracted because of his anger and the titan snapped his finger,

you felt an undeniable force surge in your body, you felt so sick and so vulnerable, some of your friends are disappearing now... withering away... you, included

the last thing in your mind was druig... what would he feel about this? you don't want to know, you don't have to know...

you looked at natasha who was desperately clutching your paralyzed hand, trying her best to comfort you, "i love him nat..." you said

"thank you for everything..." you added and smiled at your bestfriend, and then you were gone... disappearing as if you never existed in the first place, you were gone with nothing left but the memories you made with the people who were left there to mourn over you

even if you had told natasha about your lover too many times, she didn't got his name, and she wouldn't be able to tell him your final words... how brutal can the world be?

druig felt like a part of him was snatched, disappeared and to never come back again when he woke up, he thought he'd wake up with you beside him, but he was wrong, he was going beserk, he's worried sick

no calls from you at all — 100+ missed calls from him, no answer, none, not even one.

druig realized it late enough, all he could only say was your name... out of sheer disappointment, sadness and anger... he threw his phone across the cabin where he was staying, harshly, refusing to do nothing but to form silent screams and tears were in his eyes,

you never kept your promise

you're not here anymore, your touch, your beauty, that beautiful smile in your face

he didn't even get to say how much he truly loves you

he had cursed everyone and everything... throwing and destroying things to the ground and everywhere but the sweater that you somewhat left there... 

druig watched as the sun arose and a new day starts, hugging the fabric close to him, you made him feel heaven yesterday and today it feels like hell — he knows that his life ended yesterday... it ended with you,

he is alone, again... helpless, an immortal is mourning over a mere human, you

being an eternal is a curse.

additional notes: idk but i have a love and hate relationship with this part, and i am very confused about that!!??!?

tags (let me know if you want to be added or to be removed in the taglist): @rqmanoff @artaxerxesthegreat @megistusus

[littlenahsstuff]

Sally Mckenna x Reader

A/n, geez this took me forever to actually get out. Not reread so I'm sorry but hope you still like it. Also I don't know how to do the friggan read more thing so... sorry again.

WARNINGS: implied death, implied abuse, sally being possessive, unhealthy relationships, sexual reference. Uhhh yeah plz read at ur own risk.

It's a wonder to many how Sally ended up with a girl like you. Sally was a wrecked soul made of ash and fire and the gasoline lighting it and tears and pained laughs. You were a hopeful wanderer made of soft kisses and poems and snowflakes and pretty fragile flower petals and innocence. Or maybe sweetness. Even though, you were a rabbit and Sally, a fox. Possessive and cunning over her prey.

You met when you went to the Cortez to get away from your past, from the people who hurt you, from her. Truth was you were terrified of anyone and everyone and... well she said she could protect you. You believed her too.

***<>***<>***<>***

"Hey babydoll, why ya crying without a drink in your hand? After all, your at the bar and clearly because you don't want to be alone in your room," she spoke husky and blunt. You were awfully shy and you spooked easily.

"Oh I just, I'm not usually one to drink. It makes you do things," you whispered, still not meeting the ladies face. Your twiddling thumbs were looking awfully nice to you right now.

The truth was she was right, you didn't want to be alone. Not after the year of being alone with her. Though, the alcohol only served to remind you of her more, it was the only place you could go with people who you don't know. With people.

"Aw, that's okay. But c'mon I'll keep you some company, only if you let me buy you at least a little liquid courage. We can't have you being this shy with me the whole night," she ended her bargain with a deep chuckle. It was startling how quickly you agreed to her.

So making your decision you let out an okay and decided you should know what this person looks like at least.

Upon your scan of her you figured out 5 important things. 1. This woman was crying earlier and you knew because her eyeliner smudged and dripped in tracks. 2. She was wild. This was given by her frizzy blonde hair that looked as dead as her, yet so alive. 3. She had an odd sense of fashion that complimented her too perfectly. Her leopard print coat and older dress told you this one. 4. She holds more emotion in her brown eyes than in anyone else as a whole that you've ever seen. The fact that even with the immense amount of depth in them, you could still see a twinkle in the depth of them, shocked you. 5. She was and still is the most beautiful person you've ever seen and she's trouble.

"Okay, sure. Thanks," you exhaled. And thus you two were forever in each other's debts. For you both were never alone after that day.

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"Hey sweets," you called out into room 64, "I brought you something!" You always felt bad for leaving her so you ended up getting her things that reminded you of her. This time it was a new guitar. Sure it was a little expensive but you didn't mind, you practically lived at the Cortez now and for almost free.

You, of course, know that Sally is a ghost and that she can never roam farther than a few steps out of the Cortez. It breaks your heart that you can't take her with you to explore the world you couldn't before but you just have to. Your ex never let you, so having a job and getting to actually do things was something you thought you would never be able to again. Yet here you are.

One problem, Sally doesn't like it either. It doesn't matter how many gifts you give, she just wants you. Her approaches aren't nearly as rough as your ex when she wants you to stay and she would never be too harsh with you. Or so you believe.

Sally had been plotting this night forever, she was gonna ask you to die tonight and stay with her forever. She needed you here. She needed you to stop leaving her.

Of course you were her precious angel and she understood that you loved exploring, but she could never shake the sense that you were too eager and would get yourself hurt or worse, killed. Then she would be alone forever again. She couldn't be alone and she had to make sure you stayed with her. So even if you didn't know better and wanted to still go out despite the danger, she had precautions in place to keep you safe.

So, this night had to be special and romantic. She had made your favorite meal, despite not being a master chef. She had set up a romantic scene in your room and it. Was. Perfect.

How could you say no after this?

"Hi babydoll. I made you dinner, your favorite Y/N," she appeared next to you. You made a slight jump, but collected yourself when you saw it.

"It's gorgeous," you gasped. Your eyes marveled at the candlelight, neat placement of the silverware, and your absolute fav dish on the table.

"The best for my babydoll," Sally smirked, kissing you on the cheek. You twiddle with your thumbs again.

"I'm sorry," you suddenly spoke, eyes downcast. Fear shot through your spine and your thoughts raced. Did I forget something important?!

"Hey, Y/N, look at me. I know that look what's wrong?" Sally's tone was soft and she added some comforting rubbing on your back to ease you.

"I- Did I forget something? I know your birthday's not today or our anniversary or-did we make plans? I can't remember. I'm so sorry, I promise I can do better," You said meekly and decidedly.

"Oh," Sally's heart broke. She hated when you got like this. So stiff and afraid if herself and all because of her. "Babydoll, I just wanted to do something special for you. Dont worry everything's gonna be just fine."

"Well..." you paused, relief had worked itself through you, "Thank you so much, this is so lovely. I love you so much Sally. I um, got you this," you handed her the new guitar.

It was light weighted and had a darker wood, practically perfect to Sally. At least... that was until she gazed upon the not so delicate etching in the side. Sally & Y/n 4ever. A message not long forgotten to her. You meant it too.

You made a deal that when you were ready, you would kill yourself to be with her at the Cortez. Till death do we not part, you had joked. It would be a day when you would at least be no younger than 30, you were 24 now.

So today was not that day. Or rather tonight.

But it didn't make the phrase any less emotional for Sally. Despite the agreement. So with shaky hands she reached out for the instrument.

"I love it baby," she whispered from her messily painted lips. Her fingers brushed across each copper string. They plucked one by one at it, each ringing out with the vibration. It was out of tune but surely nothing she couldn't fix. You must have gotten it at a pawn shop. Usually ones elsewhere come pretuned.

Relief flooded over you as you saw the smirk snake upon the ghost's lips. She did like it, good.

"Well as much as I would like to play this baby. I think you might be a little hungry, it is 10. Can't have my meal without her having hers first Y/n." Sally smirked at the way your cheeks went aflame.

"Okay," you whispered, looking at the table and sitting down. The ghost followed suit.

With a click, warmth was made from Sally's cig lighter.

Candlelight brightened the both of yours faces, adding a yellowish tint. This tint was especially viable upon Sally's pale face and the shadows stood in stark contrast, formed from her chiseled cheekbones.

They could cut you.

Knowing that Sally is impatient at times and was highly receptive to others actions and expressions, told you that briskly, you should tuck in. Boy did you tuck in.

The first bite was pure bliss. Enough so that a moan was let out and you craved more from the first touch to a tastebud.

Sally watched as pleased as can be. You liked her food, it was praise that came from your reaction and because of that she's happy.

The second bite happened after of course and this one tasted oddly different. Not bad, but as if it was bitter.

Then Sally ate, she chewed with a hum. Of course eating wasn't necessary, but anybody except some anorexics can appreciate the taste.

She then sputtered a giggle, "Too much parsley, oops." It explained it, it's why it was so bitter.

Then silence as food was enjoyed. The atmosphere was tense with a question wafting through.

Fortunately, Sally exudes so much emotion in that slim frame of hers that you didn't have to wait long to be asked it.

"Will you stay with me?" She asks. Oh dear. Again? Is this why she made me this?

"Of course, I would never leave you for someone else." It's stated firmly but calmly. She needed nothing else.

"No, I mean stay with me, forever... as a ghost babydoll. Tonight?" She clarifies with hesitation. Breathing gets harder a bit, not too terribly but enough to feel as if something's stuck in you esophagus.

"I, but I thought you wanted me to experience stuff?" You croaked. You wanted to cry, because you thought there was more time.

"You have, but I think that now you know life without that much pain, you can stay here. It's not a safe world out there, just like it was with them. I wanted to have you see that. You just haven't," she explains. You think.

If this is what she really wants...

"And besides we can live together. It's not like there isn't anything here. I always moan and groan about it but I could be stuck somewhere worse and with you here it would be p-"

"O-okay," you decide. You sound like a mouse and the tears have only been growing.

Sally stops, not expecting that. She thought you would have said no. She made a grave mistake.

"Really?" She asks dumfoundedly.

You nod slow and with a slight twitch as a sob wrecks you silently. "Yes, but only the way I want. I want to be killed by myself. It's my decision. It's my death. I don't want anybody taking it away, not even you Sally."

Sally really messed up now.

"Oh god." You mistake her statement as happiness that she doesn't know how to deal with. So you take it as agreement to your terms.

Thus you move upward out of your seat to hug her and that niggle in your throat itches, getting worse. The headache brewing ever since eating is tenfold what it was. Bile is a sickly fiend approaching up way your throat.

Pain seeps through your innards to your mind. Pain wracked your bones and breaks your heart. Pain.

The table you gripped was no longer there, causing clenching on nothing but wind while you tumbled down onto the floor, your foot snagging on the chair leg as well.

"Oh Babydoll no," Sally wails, making sure you can't see her, but can feel her presence and hear her voice. She's ashamed and you realized she did this.

That wasn't parsley that tasted bitter.

She's smarter than she looks but blind as well. You would die for her at this hotel and she couldn't see it.

So she had to make sure you would regardless.

You layed there with sorrow and betrayal. She took the one thing you never got, freedom of choice. It was never about protecting you that you held onto. It was that she would honor you. What they didn't do.

She broke fine china, already so fragile and yet handled with improper care still despite it's value.

The etching on the guitar served to mock.

Sally & Y/n 4ever

[juletheghoul]

Jules, I loved Oblivius. The emotions I felt reading the whole thing??? I LOVED it. You took us on an amazing ride. ❤️❤️❤️ Francis and Spills 4ever. I gotta know, do they get married? And if they do, how does Francis propose? 🥺🥺🥺

Arizona my love - putting the answer under the cut to save people from spoilers:

If I’m honest, I don’t think Francis would propose to Spills, I think that he would be so happy and content to just be with her he wouldn’t even need it.

I think Spills would propose.

Pairing: Frankie x F!reader (Spills)

Warnings: none - fluff / domestic life

Age: 35

“Francis, will you marry me?” It’s late and you’re both laying in bed, the kids are asleep, laundry strewn all over the dark little room. He looked over at you with a confused little smile on his face.

The two of you were exhausted, Luna had fought tooth and nail to stay up and would wake Mateo up with every screech.

“Of course.” He pulled you in close and you could smell the remnants of his shower, you’d practically thrown Mateo at him and you could pick up the baby shampoo on his skin. “If you want a big wedding with all the bells and whistles it’ll have to be next year.” He was burrowing into the crook of your neck, his scruff was tickling your neck slightly. He had a few grey hairs peppered within it now.

“Oh I don’t care about any of that. We can just go to city hall and sign the papers.” You spoke in a low voice, hands running through his curls. The faint sound of the ocean was coming in through the slightly open window.

“Really? You sure? No big white dress and flowers and all that?” He propped himself onto his elbow to look at you, the moon was bright and it illuminated his face through the gauzy curtains.

“God no. Planning a big wedding is literally a nightmare. Imagine trying to get Luna to walk down the aisle with flowers?” You could see her then, your daughter was a firecracker and you knew she’d either outright refuse or she’d stop to talk to everyone. He laughed softly.

“She’d probably rip her dress in protest.” He smiled. “Let’s do it next weekend, we can have dinner here after. As much as I’d love to elope with you tomorrow I think my mom would kill us if we didn’t tell her.” He raised his eyebrows at you and you could almost hear her.

“Mine too.” You agreed, you spoke for a long time - using the quiet in the house for yourselves.

-

Two weeks later the four of you made your way over to the courthouse to sign your papers, both your parents meeting you there. It was short and sweet, simple and no nonsense with your children in your arms.

Your moms had decided to get your little dinner catered as a gift and you all crammed around your dining room table and as you were trying to coax Luna to eat her vegetables he slid a little box over to you.

“What is this Francis?” You smiled when Luna snatched the box up, still closed.

“Just thought it would be nice - I have one too.” He lifted his hand, which now had a plain gold wedding band. Yours matched, just a tad thinner, daintier.

“Thank you Mr. Morales.” You slid it onto your finger, perfect fit.

“You’re welcome Mrs. Morales.” He kissed you then, as your daughter played with the ring box. As your son was passed from grandparent to grandparent.

--

[allaboutqueenyonce]

Dear @beyonce I love how we say things in unison & make each other laugh hysterically until we cry. How you can’t help but say “Im hongrie” instead of hungry #texas I love your sense of humor & how much you love to laugh until your eyes close especially the sound of your laugh 🤣. I love how you never did, still don’t, and never will take yourself too serious. I love watching you record in the studio, rehearse for performances, stay up for 24 hours working on your project until it’s perfected (although I now go to sleep around 10pm Lol) I wake up the next morning for breakfast and you’re just walking out of the studio or venue almost 16 hours later, then I watch you say I’m gonna go get some sleep, but you come out only a few hours later because you want to go work on it some more and include the changes you dreamed of in your sleep) I love watching you conceptualize your body’s of work, your glam, your wardrobe, your set design, your choreography, your musical production, your lyrics. People that work with you definitely work hard and bring a lot to the table but you don’t get enough recognition for your artistry behind the scenes, your collaboration with songwriters, music producers, choreographers, stylist, your performance set designers, your fashion design team & etc. Majority of the time you visualize exactly what you want and present it to them. You push them to execute your ideas. They often doubt that it’s even obtainable and I watch you tell them how to make it work, when they think it’s impossible. You are a true artist, optimistic & fearless. You humbly and quietly let them take all of the credit (but they know without your involvement it wouldn’t be the same outcome) I love how much you love your family & you embrace your close friends like family. I love watching you be a wife and the most loving & patient mom. I loved yesterday 9/4/21 will 4 ever be one of our most Beautiful memory that none of us will ever 4 get. Happy 40th Birthday my 🐝 You truly are a real Queen 👑. Your mom is the president of the Bey Hive & I’ll 4ever & proudly be your Vice President .

P.S. I love you more than _________ because I simply do 😘

[jayankles]

Spelled Eyes: Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Cas x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: You just wanted to have a snack, it could have been a horrible one but your memory doesn’t serve you very well after consuming it.

Word Count: 1206

Warnings: Smut, a/b/o dynamics

Kinktober Day 11: Threesome or Moresome - @becs-bunker

Written for @spnkinkbingo | @spnabobingo

Squares Filled: Titty Fucking | Dominant Omega

They didn’t mean to eat the sweet again - at the same time. It just happened. Your eyes had frosted over and changed to a lilac colour. The Alpha men were suddenly in your room and you lay there with a smile on your face, your hand pressed over your clothed pussy, fingers toying with yourself.

You moaned when your fingers found their way under your pants and into your panties. The pad of your fingers pressing against your clit, circling your nub a little faster.

Sam was the first one to move, pouncing on you like a lion. He took charge, lying flat on his stomach as your hand was tossed out of your panties, your underwear being dragged down your legs and they found themselves falling to the floor across the room.

He hooks his arms under your thighs and he dives straight in, tongue devouring your pussy, lapping up all the slick your body had already given to him. He sucked them down, drinking your juices as if he was a man who hadn’t drank a single drop in days. He was powerful and he knew it, you knew it too, especially when his long tongue was on you. The way he flicked his tongue and licked a long, wet line through your soaking wet folds; it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“You smell so fucking good, Omega,” he inhales. “Taste even better.”

Your legs closed on their own accord, caging his head between your thighs. Sam groaned, feeling your whole body pulse around him. His groan only egged you on with the vibrations he sent through your whole body.

“Castiel, come fuck my throat.” You demanded as he palmed himself through his slacks. From the corner of your eye, you saw the elder Winchester with no shame, his jeans around his knees, pumping his already half hard cock, his knot already swelling at the thought of being inside your sweet Omega pussy.

Sam’s tongue worked so good against you, so much so that you forget about his older brother and their best friend, that was until Dean coughed to gain your attention.

“Dean, Alpha, I’m sorry. Come suck my titties and if you do a good job, you can fuck my ass.” You said sweetly, playing with your nipple in one hand and the other hand threading through Sam’s hair as he continued to eat you out.

Dean’s eyes lit up at your words, instantly pulling off his shoes and dragging his jeans down the rest of his legs. He stood there in all his glory, save for his henley and checkered flannel. He was so beautiful. Gorgeous in fact, but your attention was once again drawn away from a Winchester. It was hard to rip your attention away from him as he maintained eye contact with you as he jerked himself but it was when the tip of Castiel’s dick traced your lips. You couldn’t smell him until now, even Sam’s strong scent being overpowered by the Alpha angel.  It was Castiel who had your attention now; he alone drowned out all the other scents..

His cock asked all the permission he needed to open your mouth and invite him in. Your mouth was wet and warm, his cock easily filling you up and hitting the back of your throat. You almost gagged at how big he was, how deep he was.

You couldn’t concentrate on any of the Alphas. There was way too much for you to focus on their movements separately. Dean had already stripped down to nothing and before you knew it, he had crawled onto the bed, his plush lips pressing to your chest.

Castiel’s hips move back and forth and you choke on his cock when Dean bites down on your nipple and Sam unexpectedly plunges his cock inside your pussy. Tears sprung to your eyes, it was all too much to handle but they continued to fuck your holes and suck on your nipples. These brothers and the angel were going to be the death of you; they had definitely ruined every man for you. Sam’s hips snapped into your ass, your breasts bouncing with every move he made.

You felt Castiel’s dick twitch inside of your mouth and you worked him a little harder by bobbing your head up and down as much as you could, trying to get him as deep as your throat would allow. Gripping onto whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth, you pumped him in time with your mouth. 

Not too long after your ministrations, he came with a grunt. He grabbed the back of your head, his dominant Alpha side kicking in, keeping his cock in your throat as he doubled over and spilled his seed down your throat. When he was satisfied, he pulled his cock from you, flopping down on the bed next to you. He needed time to recuperate for another round when he was ready and the Winchesters were ready to have their way with you.

Dean scraped his teeth against your nipple before promptly pulling away, a long line of spit still connecting the two of you. Suddenly, he was on top of you, on his knees while straddling your stomach. He had something in mind and you were fairly certain that you were going to enjoy it.

“Squeeze your tits together, Y/N, and open your mouth. Nice and wide for me, Omega.” You did as you were told, your mouth opening wide and your boobs were squeezed around Dean’s cock.

“I want you and Sam to fuck me at the same pace.” You moaned as Sam continued to fuck you but at your words, he slowed down. He moved your legs, lifting them so he changed the angle he was fucking you.

“Is this what you want, Omega. Want us to fuck you till you pass out?” Sam grunted, his words in perfect unison with each and every one of his thrusts.

You moaned in affirmation, you definitely wanted them to destroy you. You wanted them to fuck you until you couldn’t move, couldn’t see straight, couldn’t even begin to forget the mark that they had left on you.

Dean pulled his hips back, just enough so that his cock was almost out of your breast but he thrusted forward, his thighs rocking over you.

“You like that, sweetheart, you like when Dean fucks your titties? You like when I fuck your pretty little pussy?” Sam coos at you, his eyes gluing to your face as it contorts with pleasure.

Dean’s swollen tip teases your tongue, you lick over the tip of his cock, tasting the precome that's leaking from his head. Dean lets out sporadic breaths when your mouth captures his cock every time he thrusts himself through your breasts.

“Fuck, yes. I love it when you give it to me.” You almost cried, your words interrupted by Dean’s cock. You saw his stomach visibly tighten along with his balls. You dropped your hold of your breast pushing Dean away from you. You wanted him somewhere else. “Dean, wait, I want you to come in my ass. Cas, you want to come on my face?”

Forevers: @super100012 @lupine-princess @plaid-lover-bay25 @atc74 @growningupgeek @sophiebobzz @docharleythegeekqueen @grace-for-sale @mrswhozeewhatsis @jesspfly @supernaturallymarvellous @sammysgirl1997 @roxyspearing @mogaruke @be-amaziing @deanandsamsbitch @frankiea1998 @hennessy0274-blog @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @iwantthedean @capsheadquaters @emoryhemsworth @notmoose45 @essie1876 @cassieraider @brewsthespirit-blog @its-my-perky-nipples @riversong-sam @jotink78 @captainradicalpassion @jadalecki-jackles @spnbaby-67 @holyfuckloueh @gh0stgurl @alyssa6marie @esoltis280 @alexwinchester23 @x-waywardaf-x @randomparanoid @kellianz

Dean: @kenmen02 @ain-t-bovvered @deans-baby-momma  @ericaprice2008 @shamelesslydean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @wingedcatninja @mayasmedberg  @milo-winchester-4ever @sandlee44 @ruprecht0420 @akshi8278 @smoothdogsgirl @dslocum89 @ria132love @welldonebeca @iamabeautifulperson18  @larajadeschmidt13 @nyxveracity @dean-winchesters-bacon @adoptdontshoppets​

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The 3 Times Kenma Didn’t Get What You Wanted for Your Bday & the 1 Time He Did

(Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Like all friends, they remember what is most important to them, especially one another’s birthdays. However, Kenma seems to be struggling with finding you that perfect present year after year.

A/N: This is for the absolutely lovely @briswriting​!!! I’m so happy to call you my friend, that you got me into Animal Crossing, and I hope you have an amazing bday today <3 :)

Warnings/Contains: Fluff, birthdays, the tiniest amount of angst. Disclaimer, I did some research on the video games I mentioned in this but none of the release dates match up lol.

Word Count: 2033

Elementary School; 5th year

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N)!”

“Wait, what?”

Kenma looked up from his GameBoy as he heard people talking by the door of the classroom. He saw one of his neighbors that he had bet through Kuroo talking to some of her friends and receiving some gifts and snacks from them.

Kenma looked at the desk in front of him and saw a few more trinkets and such from people in other classes. They may not have known each other for that long, but (Y/N) was the first friend of his that actually wanted to play video games rather than volleyball like Kuroo.

(Y/N) was nice, and had great taste in games; he would gladly call her his friend. So what do friends of a couple months get one another for their birthdays?

“Good morning, Kenma!” (Y/N) brought him out from his thoughts as she walked over and sat down at her desk, facing him with a bright smile. “What’re you playing?” She peered over his desk to try and catch a glimpse at what game was on the screen.

“I, um,” Kenma glanced down at his GameBoy as Pokemon: Red and Blue was still playing. He didn’t get to answer as (Y/N) already saw the screen with a gasp.

“Are you about to play the battle against Professor Oak?”

Kenma couldn’t explain it, but he felt his heart jump at her knowledge of the game. He knew that she played it, but he thought that she had just gotten it a couple weeks ago. “Yeah, I am.” He smiled shyly and quickly paused the game so he could talk to her properly. “Happy birthday, by the way. I’m sorry, but I didn’t get you anything.”

(Y/N) shook her head, waving her hands in front of her as well. “No, no! It’s totally fine! Trust me, you didn’t have to get me anything.” She smiled, moving her hair out of her face shyly. “Honestly what I keep getting from my friends gets to be too much of a hassle.”

Kenma smiled a little, finding her reasoning quite amusing; however he could tell during lunch she definitely enjoyed eating the cookies that someone had made her. He tried to think of something he could do for her, but he trusted her word to not worry too much. Besides, there was always next year.

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Middle School; 3rd year

It was late, almost too late to Kenma’s liking as he had just finished volleyball practice and wanted to do nothing than go home and finally get some rest before the weekend started tomorrow. However, he had one last thing to do.

Kenma had been hearing (Y/N) raving about the game for weeks, and he had managed to get it pre-ordered and delivered the day that it came out. Now he stood outside her apartment, hoping that she would like it.

He texted her to come to her door, and it was obvious that she was confused, but did so nonetheless. She smiled as she saw him, about to greet him, but he beat her to it, holding out a small, wrapped box for her to take.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

“Oh my god, Kenma you didn’t!” (Y/N) grinned wide as she noticed the shape of the wrapped box her friend had handed her. She opened it without hesitation, expecting to see Pokemon X and Y, but instead saw Animal Crossing: New Leaf. She felt touched that he remembered how much she wanted that game, but still looked up at Kenma with sorrow.

“Kenma, I am so sorry,” she laughed nervously, starting to feel guilty. “But my parents got me the game already along with a new 3DS.” (Y/N) knew that there was no way that he could have known, but she felt guilty nonetheless over the fact that Kenma had spent his money to get her the game.

Kenma on the other hand felt nothing but embarrassment. He realized his mistake and that he should have asked her parents if she was going to be getting the game. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if there was more than just that game that you wanted.”

Like she did back in elementary school, she shook her head. “No, you’re fine, Kenma.” She laughed softly to try and lighten the mood, but she could still tell that Kenma felt awkward about getting her a game that she had been gifted not 3 hours ago. Then she smiled. “Wait! Now that you have the game, we can play it together!”

Kenma tilted his head a little, confused. “I thought it wasn’t a multiplayer game.”

“It’s not, but we can still keep up with one another’s progress and stuff. It’ll be like when we play Pokemon and see who can defeat the boss quicker!”

Although it wasn’t Kenma’s ideal choice of game style, he still kept the game and played with (Y/N) both online and while they hung out together. Soon enough, he became addicted and got a whole level ahead of (Y/N) despite their agreement to build their islands and such together.

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High School; 2nd Year

It was raining after school, and Kuroo had decided to cancel practice due to the weather scheduled to get worse throughout the evening. Kenma felt grateful for two reasons. One, he could go home and finish his homework early before playing some more Animal Crossing. Two, he could see (Y/N) before she had her club and give her the batch of his mom’s homemade brownies that he promised her a few days ago.

Kenma was on his way towards the room where he knew she would be at, however he didn’t expect her to be sitting outside the door. He saw her phone in hand along with her backpack leaning against her. Then he caught sight of her face and rushed over as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes. “(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of her name, instinctively reaching up to wipe below her eyes before putting on the best smile she could muster at the last second. “Kenma!” She chuckled and stood up quickly to straighten herself out. “What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“Kuroo cancelled it due to the weather planning to get worse. So I decided to bring you the brownies since you said you wanted them for your birthday.” Kenma reached into his bag and pulled out a small container that contained the sweets. (Y/N) didn’t say another word, just stepping forward and bringing him into a hug.

Kenma froze as she did so, not sure how to react. “(Y-Y/N)?”

“Just,” she took a deep breath to keep from letting out any tears. “Let me have this, please?”

Kenma looked at her, wondering what it was that was causing her to be so upset, but he knew that she would tell him on her own time. For now, all he did was hug her and he practically felt the tension and nerves in her body melt away, ignoring how his heart raced rapidly due to her being so close and for so long.

That year, Kenma was the only one who had remembered (Y/N)’s birthday.

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College; 1st year

It was a couple days before (Y/N)’s birthday and Kenma was stressing beyond belief. Ever since high school, Kuroo he had begun to realize that he had developed feelings for her and he never knew how to express them into words or actions. 

He remembered the day that Kuroo pointed it out to him because they were playing an online game together and Kenma had managed to lose against both him and Bokuto. Needless to say it was obvious that something was bothering him and Kuroo needed to know (even if he already did).

Either way, he wanted to do what he thought would make her happy for her birthday. Some had been flops while others he felt like haven’t been the right gift, but he still did what he could.

This year however, he wanted to know exactly what she wanted.

The two of them were in the middle of playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons when Kenma thought he’d just ask via the game while they were fishing on his island.

‘btw, what do u want 4 ur bday?’

Since they were at different universities and couldn’t physically see each other, (Y/N) assumed that he would just craft/give her something in the game.

‘a cat to cuddle & love 4ever’

Kenma chuckled at her reply, smiling to himself as he typed out one himself, but (Y/N) added another response.

‘even though it’s not in the game XD’

Oh.

Kenma froze for a moment as he realized how (Y/N) interpreted his question. But he still got an answer and wasn’t going to take it for granted. He quickly got on his laptop and pulled up Amazon. Lucky for him, he found a cat plushie that he knew (Y/N) would like that would arrive the day before her birthday.

On the fateful day, Kenma headed to her dorm as he knew she was spending her birthday on a different day with her family and would most likely be cooped up side playing games (much like himself). Once he messaged her to come outside and was met with a ‘read’ text, he knew she was on her way down to greet him. When (Y/N) saw him with the stuffed cat in his arms, she ran over and hugged him tightly as she could.

Kenma almost lost his footing and fell, but he managed to stay standing and hug her back. “I know what you said you wanted a cat, but I didn’t want you to get kicked out of your dorm.”

(Y/N) laughed, shaking her head at his words before pulling away. She also took the cat plushie from him to get a better look at it before holding it in her arms. She smiled shyly at him. “Kenma, I was talking about you.”

“Wait, what?” Kenma’s eyes widened, repeating the words she said a couple days ago in his head. He felt his cheeks start to turn pink as (Y/N) spoke up again.

“All I wanted was to spend my birthday with you.” She glanced to the side, starting to feel flustered. “You’ve been my best friend for years and you’re so nice and considerate, not to mention cute,” she giggled, pausing briefly. “It’s practically impossible for anyone not to be around you and,” she met his gaze again. “I like you, Kenma.”

Kenma didn’t know when he did or what made him think it was a good idea, but he reached out with one hand and held the back of her head as he pulled her in for a kiss, which she gladly returned a second later. Once he pulled away, he smiled shyly as though silently apologizing for being so straightforward and sudden.

“Uh,” Kenma cleared his throat, letting go of her so she could have some space. “Would you like to go get some dinner?” It was obvious that he wasn’t sure what to say or do at the moment.”

(Y/N) simply shook her head, reaching for his hand and leading him into the building in which she stayed at. “I’d much rather spend my birthday eating takeout and playing video games with you. How does that sound?”

“But, it’s your birthday.” Kenma followed her to the elevator, still holding her hand.

“Exactly, so that means we’re going to do what I want.” (Y/N) giggled and kissed his cheek before stepping inside the elevator with him and pressing the button for her floor. “And I want to cuddle you while we eat and play Animal Crossing together.”

Kenma smiled, squeezing her hand to let her know his thoughts on her plans for the rest of the evening. “Sounds like a plan.” He was thankful that he decided to bring his Nintendo Switch with him.

“Oh, and that means that I want all of the turnips you bought yesterday, too.”

“Wait what?”

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

everyone on the carte blanche for the ask meme

everyone? oh boy this is gonna get long ajfhdsf

JUNO

First impression: i, like a lot of people who get into the podcast without knowing a great deal about it, was expecting at most an ambiguously bisexual angst machine with a closely-guarded heart of gold. juno being an explicitly bisexual genderqueer angst machine is perhaps the most pleasant surprise of my life. the angst machine heart of gold characters were kind of my type at the time, so i loved him right away

Impression now: every time i think about juno’s arc from depressed mess held together by bad coping mechanisms, safety pins, and a few good strong puns into someone who can talk about his feelings, feel comfortable about being happy, and recognise when he needs to change, i want to cry about it a little bit. the depth of my love for juno steel has only grown along with him

Favourite moment: juno has a lot of great one-liners and i’m still a big fan of the “on the other hand i wasn’t wearing a watch” bit and who can forget such classics as juno finally deciding to stop moping over nureyev and move on only for him to open the door to his apartment and find nureyev sitting in the dark dramatically, but honestly nothing will ever hit me harder than his sudden, pissed-off declaration of “i can’t die yet, i still have shit to do!” in promised land. god.

Idea for a story: oh i have so many and i want to write most of them so no spoilers, but juno accidentally kidnaps a baby during a carte blanche heist and shenanigans ensue

Unpopular opinion: obviously we all know he’s dummy thicc but i feel like a lot of people forget he’s an actual genius, like the stuff he notices and how he strings it together is sometimes so obscure and he’s almost always right. oh, also juno is not skinny and i will not be taking criticism on that

Favourite relationship: this is so tough because every dynamic is so good, but i think it has to be juno and rita. those two are so good! the best best friends in the world!! i’m really a sucker for any dynamic that’s ridiculously in-sync so i loved these two as soon as juno saw rita’s notes in prince of mars and went “makes perfect sense to me” (which it probably didn’t, because rita, but he trusted that she knew what she was doing which is the important part)

Favourite headcanon: this isn’t really a headcanon but i still think about how juno is (was?) deathly afraid of heights but when he heard rex glass coming he still attempted to climb out of the window. either his aversion to working with dark matters/other people in general was so strong is overrided his fear, or his office was actually on the ground floor. not sure which of these is funnier.

NUREYEV

First impression: we’ve all seen the memes about nureyev knowing juno steel for one (1) day and deciding to Risk It All by leaving him with his name, look at this Hopeless Romantic, this utter DISASTER of a homosexual. the fact the very next time we hear from nureyev (at least directly) he’s patiently waiting in juno’s dark apartment to surprise him with a heist definitely supports this image.

Impression now: even after literally being inside peter’s head, i feel like we didn’t get a real sense of who he is until man in glass, where we find out he aggressively compartmentalises everything that causes him stress. he’s also distinctly someone who’s had his heart broken before, i think, which makes those first appearances of his very strange. but it does remind me of what juno says about diamond, and how he decided to provide the trust first and wait for the trustworthiness to grow in (only to get severely hurt), and i think that’s exactly what nureyev did. i am also... very uneasy with how suspicious he’s behaving this season because obviously i want to believe he’ll sort it all out and not betray the crew but... oof

Favourite moment: the beginning of what lies beyond pt1 where he’s affectionately bullying juno into taking care of himself? cleared my crops watered my skin etc etc etc

Idea for a story: i’d love to hear more about his past as a young thief idolising buddy and vespa (i can’t actually remember if that’s canon or fanon but anyway i wanna read it!)

Unpopular opinion: i think people often cling to an image of him that more resembles his first impressions in season 1 instead of seeing the depth that we’ve been given about his character in season 3

Favourite relationship: him and juno but honestly it’s a close call between them and his budding friendship with rita. even though she learned it by accident, his name is still a point of intimacy and it’s one less secret to keep around her which has to be a weight off his shoulders, at least a little? they seem like they could be really good friends once ultrabots is out of the way. juno steel love (and also bullying) zone activates whenever they’re together

Favourite headcanon: i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - nureyev has never done a household chore in his goddamn life. he doesn’t know the water needs to be hot when you wash dishes.

RITA

First impression: honestly i’m not sure? i don’t remember having a big awareness of her in murderous mask but i remember loving her “note-taking” in prince of mars, i thought she sounded really fun and cute

Impression now: rita is really fun and cute, she’s also an extremely hardworking and dedicated woman who had the guts to throw in with a detective fired from the force and then invest all of her time and money into helping him help people.

Favourite moment: Rita Gets A Knife. enough said

Idea for a story: i don’t know honestly! i really struggle to write rita because her thought processes are so wild and i don’t think any story i could come up with would match mega ultrabots of cyberjustice.

Unpopular opinion: this shouldn’t be unpopular because juno steel himself shares this opinion but all future-jupeter headcanons are incomplete without rita also being a huge part of their lives

Favourite relationship: rita + franny 4ever obviously.. jk it’s juno & rita have you heard rita minute 3 they’re too adorable for this world. im still Soft over their conversation at the end of soul of the people when he said he couldn’t stay in hyperion anymore but he wouldn’t leave with the carte blanche if rita wasn’t coming because he was done leaving her behind, and she threw out all her hesitations on the spot and said call the big guy. speaking of, rita & jet are a close second. instant best friends i love them.

Favourite headcanon: i think this is basically canon now but rita being literally half the height of jet is so good

JET

First impression: “haha lorge funny man puts juno in the trash”

Impression now: jet sikuliaq is one of the dearest characters to me out of anything ever. he is a huge, menacing, polite, kind, sincere man who i would very much like to give me a hug. he’s the best aro ace in outer space and while being generally very levelheaded and straightforward, also takes every opportunity to fuck with juno because it’s very easy and very hilarious to him personally. he is everything my autistic acearo ass needed and i’m so glad to have him

Favourite moment: all of them every single one. him putting juno in the trash is of course a classic and every moment jet chooses to be funny makes my heart happy, but also every piece of genuine advice he gives. i’m a particular fan though of buddy recounting her years in the lighthouse and him saying he became concerned when she didn’t come downstairs at the usual time. “you took the door off its hinges.” “i was deeply concerned.” king of understatement

Idea for a story: again no spoilers for you but..... tools of rust time loop au

Unpopular opinion: this isn’t “unpopular” as much as it is unknown but jet is buddy’s queerplatonic partner and i will keep saying it until everyone believes it

Favourite relationship: jet and buddy,,, just everything about them. the way he suspects when she’s lying, the way she makes tea for him when she expects him to drop by. the fact he comes to check on her when she is 41 seconds late to the family meeting because it’s unlike her to be late and the last time she was late for something her brain was turning to radiation soup. but most especially the way she snaps at him to stay out of her business and he said he could not because he made her promise eight years ago to never stay out of the business of her health, no matter how many times she asked. they r literally in a qpr

Favourite headcanon: i don’t think this is true but i still think it would be funny if the ruby-7 used to be painted red but when jet got it he had it painted green because he Just Really Likes Green (as evidenced by his hovercycle). it’s very funny to me.

BUDDY

First impression: it’s been a minute since i relistened to time gone by but i’m pretty sure the first thing she ever says in the podcast is sliding up to depressed accidental whiskey thief juno and say “that’ll be ten million creds,” scaring the shit out of him, so needless to say i was in love instantly.

Impression now: my love for buddy aurinko has only grown and if it sounds like i already said that in this post it’s because i did about juno and it’s appropriate because the parallels are astounding. the heart of it all gave us such depth to buddy’s internal monologue and why she always sounds like she knows exactly what to say and what that’s like and honestly will i ever be over the heart of it all as an episode? unlikely. i think i’m gonna have a little piece of it in MY heart forever.

Favourite moment: everything she’s ever said is iconic as hell i especially like “in an impressive fit of hubris i’ve decided not to prepare my words for this vow” which made me laugh out loud but once again i must give it up for her iconic “I WANT TO LIVE” moment. honourable mentions to her taking rita out for ice cream and giving juno shooting lessons while she’s in her actual wedding gown. i love her

Idea for a story: buddy and vespa as sun/moon dieties.... that’s all

Unpopular opinion: stop drawing her with a fancy high-tech eye like the theia!! it canonically looks like garbage and it’s described in detail, please, i’m dying, also don’t minimise her scars you bastards

Favourite relationship: buddy and vespa invented romantic love and the entire carte blanche crew’s relationship to her is great but you know by now i’m a slut for buddy & jet out-of-this-world queerplatonic partners. the way she checks in on him during tools of rust to make sure he’s not relapsing and he comes to find her when she is 41 seconds late in the heart of it all to make sure she’s not having a heart problem!! it’s the trust,, the devotion,, the mortifying ordeal of being known

Favourite headcanon: she can sing. absolutely tears it up at karaoke. i’m right

VESPA

First impression: knife lesbian goes STAB. she will heal your wounds but she will be threatening to give you more the whole time

Impression now: she is extremely strong, heart-rendingly tender, and despite being in the older half of the carte blanche crew somehow has unmistakable little sister energy which makes her downright hilarious. i’m so glad she got to marry buddy and they’re official space wives now they’re so good for each other

Favourite moment: both from shadows in the ship, either “GUN!!” “KNIFE?!” (iconic) or when she clocks the dark matters drone pretending to be juno because it called her crazy and juno wouldn’t call her crazy. i’m always a sucker for “shapeshifter fails to fool mark because they Know Each Other Too Well” and it was just *chefs kiss* so good

Idea for a story: i really want to write something about when she was first staying at the lighthouse with buddy post-reunion, and getting to know jet and stuff. i think it would be cute

Unpopular opinion: i know vespa doesn’t canonically have lots of scarring but people who don’t draw her with scarring? cowards.

Favourite relationship: once again, although buddy and vespa invented romantic love, i just love the dynamic between vespa and juno so much. they’ve come so far with each other and their weird sibling dynamic gives me life. at the end of what lies beyond when juno says “we’re not gonna kill her, vespa” and instead of sounding full of Rage and Suspicion she’s like “whyyy notttt?” and he’s like “because i said so!” and that’s just good enough for her even if she’s a bit grumpy about it. i love it.

this took.. a hot minute to do! jshkfjsdgsa thank you dyl ily <3

[multsicorn]

fandoms for a reason for a season for a lifetime

It’s funny how even spiralling into a new obsession I can tell - this isn’t one of the big ones, probably. Not unless it pulls out a whole lot more ~something~ in the last seven eps I have left.

Because when I look back at the fandoms I’ve been in here on tumblr over the last decade, there seems to be a sharp dichotomy.

[this got way too long? have a cut.]

There’s fandoms I think back on as ‘damn I love/d that. For so many reasons. Even if, for other reasons, good reasons, I am not in the fandom anymore - or not currently.’ Glee, Hamilton, Check, Please!, (where I never liked the canon much at all! but I loved my corner of fandom so much, I kept coming back to it for years.)

The Untamed. (Which I hope I may still come back to? In some form, if it’s still going, like, next year? I never quite managed to find myself a cozy corner, and wore myself out trying and failing, but I also never managed to really exorcise the feelings I wanted to there, so, I’m still like - I love it? I love a lot of things about it. But I cannot currently ~engage.)

Nirvana in Fire, which I am fully planning to watch for the third time, and hoping to create content for this next time round, … whenever I get tired of Word of Honor, probably in a few months from now.

And then there’s the fandoms where I just kinda needed - a fandom. To be in. Which does not mean I didn’t love them at the time! Hockey RPF (where I pretty much only read fic - and also wrote in my head a good handful of fic. based on fic. but I never cared much for the ‘canon’, lol.) Yuri!!! on Ice; Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812; Good Omens. There are things I remember with fondness about all those canons (… rpf fic, the way I look at it, is the canon) - but - like. They’re not *so* much, to me. Obviously, to other people, some of these fandoms are their very favorites!

There’s more or less stuff that I love in each fandom. Or, maybe, more accurately, if I think about the things that draw me to each - they mean more to me, or less.

I was fully immersed in Glee fandom for … almost four years. I’ve never had another experience like that, because for almost all of that time Glee was actively, um, happening to us ;). I joined in the middle of season three, I left the fall after season six ended - in part because I fell head over heels for Hamilton, but mostly just because. I’d spent almost four years reacting to the unfolding story (and spoilers for it etc.), writing fic and meta and so forth, having my enthusiasm refreshed every few months (at least) by injections of new canon. Of course half the time I was reacting against new canon info instead of in favor of it, lol, but in any case - I was kept interested! And so by five or six months after canon ended… I felt like I’d chewed it over enough. I still loved Glee, and I will always love Glee, but I’d had most of the thoughts I’ll ever have about it. I was ready to find something else to have new thoughts and fresh feelings about.

(I was in Hamilton fandom for about a year and my experience there ended because of the aftermath of a pile of pan-fandom-famous wank. Fuck Israa, I say, from the bottom of my heart. Although what got me to leave ultimately wasn’t the flames or dogpilers, but the fact that so much of the fandom at least passively agreed with and supported them, meaning that I never knew which of my fellow shippers I could try to befriend or interact with.) (And then, after Trump was elected, I became far less interested in writing any fic about any Founding Fathers than I was in 2015. Which was after I left the fandom, but not irrelevant to why I never went back.) (seriously tho, I will remember ‘i would hope that it is clear who i do and do not associate with’ 4ever.)

And then! I was obsessed with a fandom built out of a few strips out of a webcomic that I don’t even really like… on and off over four years!? Goddamn. When I needed something else cause I was frustrated with Hamilton, I fell into Check, Please! and Jack/Parse (<3 <3 <3), and, because (that segment of the) fandom was tiny, and (relevant to my interests) canon updates virtually nonexistent… I ran out of interest/excitement/engagement repeatedly, and took up - one after another - Hockey RPF, Yuri on Ice, Great Comet, and Good Omens - each for just two to six months, iirc. And then I boomeranged back to Jack/Parse.

(at some point I will finish the post in my drafts about why Jack/Parse had such a hold on me, ‘living in the wreckage of what you thought your life was going to be.’ But that is not this post.)

And THEN I fell in love the with The Untamed, (thanks, stulti! For turning me on to *two* of my all-time favorite fandoms), and it was just, like, amazing, for a while. I hadn’t loved a canon that much since Hamilton, which had been five or six years ago? Even though I’d been in a number of fandoms between the two. It was so nice to love something so very much!!! And I ended up kind of overdosing, I think, cause I was eating from the fandom buffet more-or-less indiscriminately… there were so many riches in that fandom! And so many that weren’t quite to my taste, lol, because there was (and is) SO MUCH STUFF in that canon for its fans to love. (there’s another post in my mental drafts about that.)

Anyway. My point is. I guess. That I hope to come back to The Untamed, sometime. I fully expect to come back to Nirvana In Fire. (It is, actually, so good? As a canon as well as a fandom.)

I don’t expect to come back to Check, Please! ever again, because, weirdly, I don’t think I need to. Of course my understanding of what it means to ~reconcile with one’s past~ etc. has changed in the last mumble-years, but more than that… I have Nirvana in Fire, now, to deal with almost the same issues. I don’t think I fully got the Extent of Mei Changsu’s (Lin Shu) identity issues until the end of the show? But in retrospect - now that I have -

Nirvana in Fire is a pretty perfect fandom/canon for coming back to with gaps between, lol. It’s small enough that I can read through all of my favorite AO3 tags and be left wanting more; it has enough of a strong but slowly-spreading appeal that new people do come and go between say, last summer when I consumed the canon for the first time, and this spring when I watched it again.

And maybe I won’t need to come back and back! Maybe a third watch will be enough for me to say the things in that I want to say. I certainly cannot guess ahead of time!

But - yeah. There are those fandoms I love ~forever,~ some of which I may not be done with…

And then there’s Word of Honor. Which I love right now. Even if it’s not as deep, or ~intense, or… whatever… as some of my other fandom loves; I still love it! Even if I can see ahead to six months from now when I bet I won’t, anymore. I still can’t believe that I spent the past hour-plus writing this post rather than dashing on to watch episode 30, which is what I was intending to do when I sat down.

It’s just - funny. That sort of double vision. How I know this fandom is Mx. Right Now, but that doesn’t make me squee any less.

[tokyoghoose]

am i more than you bargained for?

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x reader

playlist: heather - conan gray*, 4ever - clairo, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, melting - kali uchis, slow dancing in the dark - joji, using you - mars argo, she - ed sheeran, make you feel my love - adele, letter home - childish gambino, she's casual - the hunna, i love you so - the walters, notice me (acoustic) - role model, red dress - postcard boy

warnings: angst and lots of it, mentions of sex, mentions self-shaming of image, very breif mention of anxiety attacks

summary: a romantic comedy without the comedy between friends with benefits

announcements!

kuroo is definitely a little ooc in this lmao buuuut this is my first like fic fic in like two years. Im still trying to get back in the groove of things and finding how to write personality again and not be repetitive with my wording. Feedback is welcome!

requests are open! feel free to send them in! i will write for pretty much any anime ive seen and if i haven't seen it, ill watch it! the only reasons i wouldn't is if im uncomfortable or can't write the character. :)

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When did relationships become so difficult? The days of making friends on the playground were over and it seemed to hit everyone at the same age. Life was getting harder and people were getting older, and suddenly everything was difficult. Nothing came easy anymore and everyone had to adjust to that.

But now you were just confused.

Tetsuro kuroo stuck to you like glue since middle school. Where one of you went the other was likely to follow. The righthand man, the double trouble duo, and the bane of kenma's existence. And then things got complicated. Strangers to friends to best friends to lovers— friends with benefits. Who would've thought the boy that you played volleyball with on a whim would've become the man who you grew fond of. Sixth grade you would've kicked yourself for the feelings you're experiencing. Oh how you wished you were back in the park that started it all. You wished you could warn your youngerself what's to come.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you want to throw up at the thought.

It started in the first year of highschool when you suddenly noticed the shine in his eyes when he talked passionately about something like volleyball or the way he would furrow his brows when concentrated on his assignments. At first it was endearing, really. But the more you hung around him, the stronger the butterflies felt. It was obvious that he had grown into his lanky body. His legs were proportionate to his torso now and his once scrawny arms didn't hang limply at his sides anymore. He had muscle and height now. Gradually you started to notice little things about him that you would never have seen in other people. Like his lopsidded smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes and brought heat to your cheeks, your stomach launching into your chest when he'd bump shoulders and laugh.

You should've just smacked yourself silly then and there when you started to wonder if he noticed little things about you. Does he think of me like i think of him?

Who knew feelings could be so...perplexing. You moved on, shrugging off the crush in your second year to catch bigger and better fish in the sea. Life moved on and you dated other people, simply remaining friends with kuroo. Little did you know one heartbreak would lead you into his bed, playing in the sheets by the end of the year.

He was just so damn compelling. His laughter and his jokes. You fell for it all over again. Deja vu. Stupid kuroo.

———

The third of highschool had been the breaking point. It was a constant cycle of feeling, fucking, and falling in and out of love with the raven haired boy. It was frustrating, especially when he was so damn oblivious. The only person that seemed to catch on was kenma, but he was very little help when it came to pushing away the domestic thoughts. It would never just work out because you wanted it to because tetsuro was dumb.

It's a chilly day out, the sun nice against your skin but the wind was drastic in comparison. Shivers are sent up and down your spine, you wrap your arms around yourself in a hug. Could this boy take any longer? Foot tapping against the pavement, you heave a sigh, nostils flaring impatiently before you spot the tall athlete. With a girl. A girl?

You'd seen her around before and you vaguely remember thinking she resembled the main love interest in a 90s movie or a bratz doll. She's pretty and has a light, airy laugh. Kuroo must've told her a joke of some kind, but he definitely wasn't funny enough for her to have her hands all over his chest. He's giving her a toothy grin and soft eyes. It makes you want to gag.

Who was she anyway?

Not that it mattered because in that moment the fit of rage your body suddenly flug itself into prevented you from hearing anything. Kuroo's pulling off his pullover and drapping it over the pretty girl's shoulders. You can feel your eye twitch and fibgers tingle. He looks bashful as he waves her goodbye and tragically, you don't feel nearly as pretty as you had been feeling. Now all you wanted to do was sink into the ground below you and possibly into another dimension—or at least the other side of the world.

"She's pretty," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when he comes over, slouching with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He had practice this afternoon, you remember. He looks over at you with raised brows, almost like he's surprised yoy said anything or even noticed he was talking to another girl before walking towards the gym with you trailing close behind.

"Yeah she is, I guess."

She's prettier than me.

"You guess? Kuroo, you gave her your sweater."

He shrugs sheepishly, a light pink dusting his cheeks and it makes you mad of uncharacteristic the act is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It's just polyester. It's not a big deal."

The conversation suddenly drops as you pause, apparently very hurt that he didn't remember it was you who gave him the sweater in the first place. He turns around, a questioning look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" He teases.

You're fuming at his attempt to be playful. Maybe you were overreacting, but it pangs your chest to know he can brush it off so easily.

" Kuroo, that was my sweater. "

It's gritted through your teeth, eyes slotted into a glare and his face drops. Oh is all he can think as he stares at you and the hurt expression that quickly turns into that of annoyance and anger. You push past him, ultimately deciding not to walk him to the gym. His arm reaches out to catch you, but it falls short as he calls out in a whine, "I'll get it back for you, okay? Come on, y/n!"

———

You can't focus on the assignments in front of you no matter how hard you try. You are exsausted. Just wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for maybe a thousand years, you stop tapping your oen against the paper to hyperfocus on the black dots that now littered the page. The music in the background pauses before coming back to life with the hum of a new song shuffling in. It's quiet and yet, it's overwhelming. You wish you weren't home alone now.

Hanging your head low on your desk, the carpet becoming of interest, you groan. The image of kuroo and that girl replaying in your head over and over like an endless movie. You'd have to give it a bad review if it ever ended.

You're focus is mainly on her though. Kuroo could get any girl he wants with his witt and charm. Not to mention he wasn't jusf handsome, but he's beautiful. Model material—movie character love interest type beat. He has the ability to make any heart swoon if he tries hadd enough, and that girl was no exception. She was more than pretty. She was stunning, even. It was like watching human barbie and ken flirt with one another. She seems so nice too and you can vaguely remember her helping you wish a couple answers on homework one morning. She's better than you and better for him. Is he sleeping with her too? Before you can answer your own question the doorbell rings, quickly followed by a knock at your door.

You look down at your pajamas, debating if you should pull on your robe or not, but ultimately deciding against it when the knocks come again.

"Im coming, I'm coming. What do you wan- kuroo?"

When you open the door, you immediately get the urge to shut it right in his perfect little face, and you begin to before his hand slams against it in protest to push it open wider. He juts out his lip into a pout and his eyes soften into ones pleading like a puppy dog. You huff and avoid eye contact, instead taking intrest in the bad he was carrying.

"What's that?"

"Stuff. I'd be happy to show you if you let me in."

"Sorry, tetsuro, no can do. You haven't returned my sweater. "

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before shoving something bulky into your arms. You're not sure if you should be happy he actually got it back or upset that he had to see her again to get it. Finally looking up at him, you move to the side so he can step in.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous that i gave another girl a sweater. You're my number one, y/n." He's teasing, but his words still send the butterflies in your stomach crazy. You can only hope he means it, even if just a little.

"I'm not jealous. You can sleep with whoever you want, kuroo. We're just best friends—if anything im your wingman. "

You want to hit yourself on the head. Why would you say that?

He snickers at the rebuttle, coming to loom over you. Apparently the only thing that can get you out of your head is his cologne because it somehow invaded your senses. He smells expensive, like nice leather and fire wood during the winter. It's very manly, you note. His shadow hovers over yours as he traps you between him and the counter with a playful smirk on his face. How smug could he get. He leans down, bringing your chin up between his thumb and finger. You hadn't realized how close he was until now. Since when did you get so nervous around him? Why did it make you nervous when he kissed you all of a sudden? It's unfair that he holds the advantage. Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears and you're positive he can hear the beating of your heart, which was currently trying to break out of your chest.

His lips take you to paradise, as always. Their soft against your own, yet firm. They're slightly chapped and they taste like spearmint. It makes your head fuzzy because they feel so right, even when you wish they felt wrong. You want to pull away and kick him out, and end thjs whole arrangement, but you're already very familiar with the fact it's just beginning.

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The bed is warm. So warm, in fact, it feels like your suffocating. The sheets tangle around your limbs, strangling you as you tangle your limbs around kuroos. You almost want to cry, and if you were anywhere else— with anyone else —you probably would have. The heat is unbearable and the one sided tension makes your stomach churn and your throat tighten up. You were almost positve an anxiety attack was coming on.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you close your eyes as kuroo's nimble fingers soothe circles into your shoulder blade idly and yet somehow he manages to dodge the purple and red splotches blooming on the flesh. Suddenly you wish you didn't feel so safe and protected in his embrace. The moment almost tempts you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but you don't deserve to be the person who does that because you aren't his person. Best friend, maybe (next to Kenma, if anything) but, you aren't his person no matter how you long to be. You're just a friend in his bed having a good time. It isn't as fun anymore.

You swallow a lump in your throat, flattening your hand against his broad chest and willing yourself to lift up out of his grasp, his fingers falling smoothly to stop between your shoulder blades. Looking down at him, he presents you with the soft, goofy look on his face that he always adorns. God, there's nothing you wouldn't give to wake up beside him every morning and kiss that lopsided grin off his face. It hurts to think about, and another wave of tears try to force their way past your lash line. You blink them away and put on a soft, one-sided smile for the man below you, giving him a quick peck where his jaw and neck meet before shrugging his hands off and climbing out of bed.

His eyes track you, lazily hooded and watching, as you take the sheet with you to cover yourself, grabbing your shorts and whatever top you were wearing but a few hours ago before everything was strewn about. You shy away from his gaze, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He shifts in the bed to face your back, elbow propped up to lay his head in his hand. With an uncharacteristically soft tone, you almosf don't head him when he speaks. The words that come from him are like honey, yet raw. It's enough to make anyones knees buckle and crawl back into bed.

"Are you okay?"

There's a slight hint of concern there, just hardlg scrapping the surface of the question. You nod with a hum, throwing on the loose shirt before facing him. Kuroo's brow raises like he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn't take the question further and instead turns to get out of bed. You gnaw at your lip, taking your turn to watch him stretch out. His back has red streaks messily placed down it from his shoulders to the base, his biceps matching. His hair is messy and not like the normal bed head he sports, parts of it are spiked up from fingers constantly pushing through it, while other parts are laid flat from sweat. You can't help the thought that he's sculpted by the gods. They definitely took their time on him. Scoffing at yourself and shaking the thoughts free from your head, you head to the bathroom. As if the bed wasn't suffocating enough, just being the same room was found to be worse when he looks like that. At this point, it was preferred he stayed under the covers.

You feel stupid while looking in the mirror. Your mascara from earlier had smudged beneath your waterline, clumping together in the corner. Your nose curls at the sight, hands splashing cool water at your face, rubbing at your eyes. With a sigh you lean your elbows on the sink, pushing back hair and looking down at the water going into the drain.

This is ridiculous.

How on earth could you do this to yourself and to kuroo?

There's a knock on the bathroom door, it's light and gentle in the typical kuroo fashion because he doesn't want to spook you. You purse your lips, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes and heaving a sigh. As soon as you open the door and switch places, you're up and out of his apartment without saying goodbye.

The cool air of outside hits your face and you hadn't noticed the tears until the damp chill shook you. Brushing them away, you head home. You didn't want to be around him and you certainly didn't want to think about him. On the way back, you finally decided you weren't going to tell him anything. What would dumb tetsuro know about it anyway.

[kideternity]

For the ask game: Helena Bertinelli, Selina Kyle, Cassandra Cain, Harper Row, Dinah Lance, Diana Prince & Stephanie Brown

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Helena Bertinelli

How I feel about this character: I adore her 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 literally my wife my muse my love

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Dinah, Karen, Renee

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Helena and Eel, John Henry and Zauriel ^_^ also think she and Vic Sage should have “LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO!” Energy together

My unpopular opinion about this character: I love Barbara dont get me wrong but shes an AWWFUUUUUULL friend to Helena 😭😭😭 like I LITERALLY CANNOT GET OVER HOW BABS CANONICALLY BEFRIENDED HELENA SOLELY TO MANIPULATE HER ORIGINALLY... not to mention all of that unnecessary beef over dick and like OTHER PEOPLE calling Helena batgirl.....

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she stayed with the justice league for more time so much 😭😭😭 I have a soft spot for JLA (1997) always its my fav critically examined run but MAN helena getting fired when the first run was ending pissed me off!!!!

my OTP: Probably right now Dinahelena? Tie between Reneehelena and that one

my cross over ship: I don’t have a ton of non dc media I like but Liz sherman from hellboy maybe

a headcanon fact: She has a wine cooler in her car at all times for people to grab a drink from if needed, the only rule she has is to try not to spill it everywhere because it’s a bitch to get out of her leather seats

Selina Kyle

How I feel about this character: Admittedly idk a ton about Selina I need to haul ass on reading catwoman solos 😭 I've had a complicated relationship with her but as of right now I like her! I think she’s cool

All the people I ship romantically with this character: All i'm turning up is Zatanna bc my friend writes really good zee/selina fics wjwjajajwua stan randy!!!!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I am like OBSESSED w the small little friendship tidbits Helena B and Selina have....... its not suer amazing or anything but huntress year old Selina insta best friending helena made me 🥺

My unpopular opinion about this character: IM NOT REALLY SURE WHY SELINA IS CONSIDERED A GOTHAM CITY SIREN NGL.... like its most likely definitely me knowing nothing Abt popular characters but its just always struck me as kinda weird/the only thing ivy harley and selina have in common is like. The most well known bad women in gotham

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I WISH WE GOT TO SEE MORE OF HER MENTORING KITRINA FALCONE...... FUCKING CATGIRL..... LIKE SHE JUST FUCKING SHIPS HER OFF TO A BOARDING HOUSE AND THEN WE NEVER SEE KITRINA AGAIN LIKE I GET WHY BUT MAN MISSED OPPORTUNITY!!!!

my OTP: idk sry !

my cross over ship: Felicia hardy purely because its just really fucking funny to me

a headcanon fact: Selina fucking hates Gnort more then anything imaginable

Cassandra Cain

How I feel about this character: I like her!!!!! Definitely my second favourite batkid after Duke ^_^

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Steph

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Duke! Ultimate siblings. Also just like the idea of Lonnie and Cass getting along bc they tell old men they suck

My unpopular opinion about this character: Cass should not be able to beat everybody. She should not be able to beat people of unimaginable power such as Dr Fate. Like I think she could defeat normal fighters, or maybe enhanced fighters, but actual metas and magic casters etc I don’t think she would be able to, especially since iirc she almost fucking died fighting metahuman assassins??? So

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I know we all say it but let cass be batman v_v but also let her be batman and let carrie Kelly be her batwoman so that they can absolutely hate each other I wanna see that play out

my OTP: Stephcass im basic

my cross over ship: n/a

a headcanon fact: Duke introduced her to heavy metal now she cant get enough of it

Stephanie Brown

How I feel about this character: I like her! I still need to continue reading her batgirl solo and more but I like her! Good character!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Cass

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Lonnie ^_^ Rebirth lonnie is literally so OOC and nasty I don’t wanna hear any bs abt how its ‘better’ but I did like the idea of Steph and Lonnie being friends and I think it'd work still with Lonnie’s good characterisation

My unpopular opinion about this character: Timsteph is a bad ship its objectively bad and I hate it a lot also Steph kissing Tim knowing he was dating Arianna was shitty writing/a dick move on her part i just hate all of it its comp het the ship

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: OKAY I NEED TO READ MORE STEPH COMICS FIRST but I am perpetually haunted by my idea of steph in the future becoming huntress.... I Ponder It

my OTP: Stephcass lol

my cross over ship: Gwen Stacy and Steph could be fun :O

a headcanon fact: She doesn’t like condiments unless it’s say, syrup for waffles

Harper Row

How I feel about this character: I used to be like obseeeeeeessed with harper used to think abt her 24/7 but ive mellowed down a lot.... havent read her comics in like literally ages...... still love her a lot tho

All the people I ship romantically with this character: nobody 😔

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Steph and Cass being Harper’s friends was always cute to me also I like when I think both or just Steph was Harper’s roommate it was fun

My unpopular opinion about this character: Mostly nobody seems to fucking care about her 🙄 you guys cry for gay batkids 24/7 but you wont even acknowledge harper existed........ smh

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that she stuck around more : ( i liked how her brother cullen sorta became this like oracle esque figure so I like the idea of her being a vigilante in some place like bludhaven maybe w Cullen giving tech support

my OTP: n/a :/

my cross over ship: not really a ship but maybe Miles and Harper teaming up one time?

a headcanon fact: Would really like to own a pet snake

Dinah Lance

How I feel about this character: I love women.... I love this woman.......

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Ollie, Helena

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Babs :] best friends 4ever !

My unpopular opinion about this character: Dinahs done a lot of fucked up things and like i dont even mean like in a “its bad writing way” i mean just like consistently dinah is not perfect and she shouldnt be regarded as such and i dont like when people do

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Wish she stayed with the JSA longer :[ I really liked her with the JSA it was fun!!!!

my OTP: Dinahelena 💜🖤🤍💛

my cross over ship: n/a

a headcanon fact: She's really bad at cooking most dishes

Diana Prince

How I feel about this character: I LOVE HER a very interesting character with a lot of interesting lore

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Zatanna, Natasha Teranova

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Clark and Bruce ^_^ they are her close friends and teammates and I want absolutely nothing to go on between them. Ever.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Not abt diana specifically But damn yall when the fuck you guys gonna actually.... talk about diana.... like when are you going to make metaposts about her and hot takes and so on as much as you do for ppl like bruce

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: She and Natasha should have gotten married whilst in space together period it was homophobia to have Natasha just go back to russia and never show up ever again

my OTP: Wondermagics

my cross over ship: not a ship again but LET HELLBOY TEAM UP W DIANA

a headcanon fact: She's really good at pottery! Especially during the sculpting stage