#my gf turned around and was like “you wanna hurt us again huh?? HUH??”

[trashsketch]

i havent painted in forever, so when my partner found a new favourite artist who's released his brush set, she was compelled to try it, so of course I had to follow her and do my own little brush test!

aaaand i had to try recording a timelapse of it too, since I've never had a timelapse of a painting before! you can see how indecisive i was in finding some way to add some texture to it all in the end (and how much better my sketch looked)

[spikesbimbo]

-Giving head for the first time

-Sakusa, Atsumu, Hirugami, Boktuo

a/n: this was inspired by me thinking about being the first person omi gives head to </3 

first post of the year!

18+ Minors DNI

-Kiyoomi Sakusa 

Again, give and take.

This isn't the first time hes seen your bare cunt, exposed to the world, him being in it and making a mess multiple times.

You assured him that he didn't have to go down on you due to his “predicament”.

 You said that just touching and kissing him was enough, and you were right, everytime leaving you soaked.

But he insisted, it internally hurting his pride of whether he could get you off, and also believing that's what a good boyfriend should do. Bless his heart 

You returned the thought, wanting to suck him off, but he declined saying maybe later.

You eventually did before him, now wanting to get you off even more because of the guilt that you've given him head but not the opposite.

-

“Yoomi'' you whined as he opened your legs, him facing you needy cunt. You've never been so shy in your life, him staring at it for what felt like forever, not moving an inch.

“Baby” you started, uncovering your eyes with your hands and moving them down to his head. “You don't have too” you softly continued, gently stroking his cheek with your fingers getting tangled in his locks. 

This isn't just his first time with you, it's his first time with anybody. Yes he was confident in everything he did, but that was because he had practiced before. And also he wanted to do good for you, worrying if he was going to be good enough even though he would never admit that outloud. 

But you already knew, making your heart flutter that he would go to such lengths for you, getting you even wetter without him touching you. 

He moves his head closer to your entrance, slowly taking your hands off his face and putting them in his hair, gently grabbing it. He started kissing around it, natural instincts coming into play, gripping your legs.

You let out a whimper as he bit the sensitive area around your thighs, he looked up to make out if that was a good or bad one, quickly seeing your head roll back with your eyes, instilling confidence in him.

“Fuck yoomi, please” You moaned shoving your greedy cunt into his face. He usually wouldn't tolerate this attitude, but seeing as he's doing this for you, he lets it slide and at last connects his lips to your swollen clit. 

He works his tongue making you let out a string of cries and whines getting him painfully hard. As much and he wanted to make himself feel good, he reminded himself that this was all for you and him now , putting all of his work into both of his hands and mouth.

He continued flicking his tongue making you arch your back, now roughly grabbing his hair, not letting him up, getting lost in your own world, feeling prideful that he could make you feel this good.

He was in his own world too right now, not even worrying about the mess he was in, even admiring it. “Fuck doll” he groaned, his face still buried deep in your cunt, your movement getting eratic, letting him know you were close.

“I-im gonna cum- yoomi… please!” You begged, feeling like you were about to tip over and the only thing keeping you stable was his touch.

“Cum for me.” he muttered, taking his lips slightly off enough to reposition them, placing them in the spot he knew you loved.

“Fuck” you cried gripping onto hair even stonger making you see white while cumming all over him, drowning him in more of a mess. 

Coming back to reality, realizing what you've done, now hiding your face again. You knew he wasn't mad at you, and he was trying his hardest not to care about being soaked in your cum.

“I love you” he commented, already proving it but reminding you in a different form.

“I know” you giggled, feeling his cock, still stunningly hard. “lemme take care of you now?” 

-Atsumu Miya

Boy is needy asf

But you're his shy little virgin gf, which he respects, even though he's been daydreaming about him in between your legs.

So one day you finally get there after kissing for what seems like hours.

He makes you look him in the eyes, making sure you're actually okay with this, and not just going along with it because you don't want him to get upset.

 He loves, and I mean loves, watching you squirm and cry out because of him.

It makes his ego rise causing him to be more cocky, shoving his face back into you like he would die if he didn't get a taste.

When you finally cum for the nth time while he's eating you out he's puts that to rest, then fingers you till you pass out, crying out his name, saying that you can't take it anymore even though you could

What a good boyfriend < 3

-

“Tsum- ahh” you moaned sitting on his lap, grinding on his erection, making your pussy wetter than you've ever got it before.

“You gonna let me take care of you?”  he kissed into your skin making you let out another whine.

“Hmm baby?” he grinned seeing you in such an already fucked out state with him barely even touching you. “Cmere doll.” he said flipping you over so that you were now on your back and he was above you.

“Dont hide that pretty face, lemme see you.” he gently said, not wanting to overstress you, wanting to put all his energy into taking care of you. “Good girl.” he praised after you shyly removed your hands, now just laying there.

“You sure u want this baby?” he asked, looking you deeply in your eyes, stroking your cheek with one of his hands. “….y-yeah” you replied, grabbing him by the shoulder dragging him in for another kiss.

“Needy little thing” he muttered, dragging his fingers across your oh so wet panties. “I should just give you my dick huh, you'd like that baby wouldn't you?” he teased dragging them off finally seeing your pretty little pussy for himself. 

“Just playing baby.” he said, moving his head down to be face to face with your cunt. “wouldn't wanna break ya.”  

“Tsumie please” you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed full, feeling his breath on you, increasing the wetness between your legs.

“There she is! My pretty girl at last opening up...You wanna tell me what you want princess?” he teased again.

“Y-you-”

“Hmm can't hear you” he said cutting you off, his lips now hovering over your clit.

“Y-our mou-th” you finally got out, feeling more embarrassed than ever to admitting what you desperately wanted. You were by no means a “good girl”. But you kept yourself closed off, not wanting a hit and run relationship, but the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different story, that he loved to pull out of you.

“Yes maam.” he uttered as he started kissing on it, it all being a foreign feeling to you, you never making yourself feel this good. 

He increased his pace going between sucking on your clit and licking it all up, leaving you a mess before his eyes, he was blessed. The fact he had someone as sweet and beautiful as you in his life made him want to worship the ground you walked on, devoting all his pleasure to you. 

He went back at it making you cum for the 3rd time, feeling pride that he got you off this easily, but not letting it get to his head, just yet.

“Ahhh!” you squealed feeling his finger suddenly inside you. “Shh relax baby” he said, to which you listened, letting him at last thrust his fingers inside of you. “Dont that feel good?”  

“Y-yeah f-fuck.” you moaned, not even trying to hold it back anymore. The pleasure of his mouth and fingers pushing you into your 4th orgasm today. 

You grabbed his wrist wanting the attention on you right now and not your throbbing cunt even though you loved the feeling and didn't want it to stop. He turned his head to see your pretty face once again, already reading your mind, locking eyes for what seems like forever, eventually smirking along with you, grabbing you back up in his arms saying “Oh were not even close to done baby.” 

  -Sachiro Hirugami

You had a bad day : (

So when you come home and immediately clinging to your boyfriend, he knows just what to do to cheer you up.

You haven't been dating for that long, only a few months, but he could tell by the way you greedily kissed him that you wanted more.

He grabs your lower back as you snuggle into him, letting you complain about your day, talking his ears off, listening as he should.

But what he starts to do, slowly sliding his hands down your shorts, making you go wide eyed then falling into his touch making you let out a few held back moans.

BUT HERE'S THE THING

He lets you rant about your day while you ride his face.

True love< 3

-

“Gamiii” you whined completely, losing focus. The tv in the background being muted in your mind, the only sense you're feeling right now is his touch.

“Hold on honey” he softly laughed repositioning you in his lap, you not being shy at all, being so needy for him with a pout adorning your face. He continued to listen about you rant about your day while kissing your neck every so often, hands gently but firmly holding onto your sides.

You stopped for a second, his hand getting extra close to your ass, did he mean it? You don't know, but what you did know was that it gave you butterflies, in your heart and pussy.

You moaned into his neck again, this time accompanied by your hips swinging back and forth, taking out your stress on your poor boyfriend, not that he minded. You could use him in any way you wanted. He just lived to please you.

“I got an idea love.” he said, taking your hand into his, playing with your fingers.

He laid down on the couch, you still in his lap, just moving you slightly with your hands now resting on his chest. He took your hand in his again pulling you towards his face, to your confusion. 

“If you wanted to kiss then we could have done it sitting.” you thought, missing the feeling in his lap. But before you could pout any longer he dragged you on even further, you mind guessing what was happening but your conscious not wanting to admit it.

You immediately got flustered, the fact that he was wanting you, to sit on his face, made your cheeks burn.

“A-are you sure” you mumbled out, feeling him grow in anticipation. “Yeah baby. If i wasn't thinking about it ever since you came home i wouldn't have”   

“Thinking… about me. Really?” you shyly confessed. “Of course love.” he said, sliding your shorts off along with your panites, wanting to taste you for so long. “All I do at work is think about you, wanting to touch you, feel you, kiss you.”

He finally got you to hover over his face, being nervous about the whole thing, wondering if he could handle your weight. But he assured you by pulling you down onto his lips, immediately sucking on your neglected clit. 

“nghh” you instantly moaned, trying to be more quiet, leaning back onto his waist, your hands supporting you there.

“No keep talking, lemme know what went wrong with your day angel.” he said putting you back onto his face.

“W-well, ahh, my bos-s made me-nggh, re-edo the who-le project… by mysel-lf” you got out, a few moans escaping here and there.

“By yourself?” he sated giving you a break. “Oh no baby.” he genuinely said, wrapping his lips around it once again. He was working magic beneath you making you feel weightless, taking the stress out of your body, making you feel oh so good.

“You're so lucky you've got a man like me huh?” he cooed, you feeling the smirk he had in between your legs. 

“Yeah,” you stated, voice shaky, not one trace of a lie being hidden. “yeah i am.”

-Kotaro Bokuto

Virgin!Bo!!! 

Baby boy is so nervous, never doing this before in his life, only using his fist and incredibly active mind.

But it's okay you’ll guide him through it, like to good gf you are.

He loves- no needs praise.

Moan out how good he's doing while grabbing his hair

That'll set something off in him, turning him into a whole different man between your legs

Making him grab and suck the life out of you, leaving tons of hickies and marks on your thighs

Good luck getting away from it once you've started it

-

“Am I doing it good?” he asked, voice muffled by your pussy, sitting on the floor between your legs as you rested on the bed.

“Yeah. fuck baby. You're doing so good, being such a good boy.” You praised not lying once. Fuck he was good. After all that time building up to this, him shying away because he was scared, not wanting to disappoint you.  

He looked up at you for approval; noticing this you let yourself go, not holding back any moans or sounds that wanted to escape your body, wanting him to know that he was doing such a good job. The bite marks, bruises and hickeys, along with your dripping wet cunt, being visible proof.

“fuck y/n” he groaned, being in distress, not knowing what to do, whether to take care of his hard cock or keep all his attention on you. 

He chose the latter, wanting to be your good boy, loving how hard you pulled his hair, and moaned his name. 

He continued making you cum another time before completely pausing himself, realizing what he'd just done.

“Hmm, what wrong baby?” you quickly said noticing his state, not caring about the pleasure anymore, just waiting to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

He didn't say anything but you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the ruffled look on his face. Your eyes scanned down until you saw what the problem was.

“Aww baby, did you cum? Because of me!? How cute.” you giggled taking him his large frame into your arms, him letting you not waiting to be seen right now. It made your heart race that he go this worked up over you, the fact that calling hi a good boy sent him over the edge.

He was so embarrassed, wanting to hide in your chest forever, hoping that this was just a dream and not real. “Ko- look at me.” you said pulling dragging him out of your chest, him missing the warm comforting feeling of your boobs.

“Don't be embarrassed, that was hot.” you said assuring him that it was in fact not something to be ashamed of but instead embrace.

“C'mere “ you said, jestering him to sit on the bed, already getting on your knees. “Lemme show you how hot that was.”

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[yelenasdog]

the pillowtalk of a pessimist (spencer reid x fem reader)

genre: fluff with a millisecond of angst

summary: pillowtalk takes an interesting turn for spencer at the mention of the harsh realities of his work.

words: 1.3k, she’s a shorty.

warnings: nsfw themes (nothing smutty, it’s just implied and also directly stated that they slept together), typical criminal minds violence + death, and maybe cursing? idk. 

a/n: btw this isn’t the fic i was ranting on about that i’m writing, she’s still in the works. also! this could be an x oc or anybody bc i didn’t use y/n if you would prefer to read it as such.

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A pale stream of moonlight shone through the open window of apartment 23, the home of Doctor Spencer Reid. It illuminated a small section of his bedroom, specifically on one of his many floor to ceiling bookshelves, a beacon of knowledge that was there 24/7 for the taking.

The gold engravings on the spines of his many reads shimmered, a beautiful contrast to the dark mahogany the shelf was made out of.

The room smelled like a mixture of his cologne, her perfume (Chanel no. 5, specifically), and the results of their previous affairs that lingered in the crisp air of the night.

She took a deep breath, settling down further into the white duvet, pulling it over her bosom in response to the chilly temperature. The dark green walls of the room welcomed and calmed her, overwhelming the girl with a wave of serenity that could only be brought to her by him.

He quickly took note of her unsteady breathing and shift in position, immediately jumping to action. He pulled her closer by her shoulders with his strong arms, eliciting a squeal from her and a chuckle from him, more so at her reaction than the move itself.

Her head laid on his bare chest, her hair splayed out with half of it residing on his pillow, the other half on his bicep. She could have appeared to be an angel, although in his eyes, she truly was.

She rested her hand on the left side of his chest over his heart, her fingernail ghosting shapes on his tanned skin. Circles, squiggly lines, even abstract faces.

“How do you do it?”

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. If his hearing wasn’t so acute, he was sure he would have missed it. This would have saddened the genius greatly, as he valued everything she had to say with a burning ferocity, and even one word lost would be a shame.

“What?”

He was confused by the nature of the question, attempting to search every corner of his brilliant brain for what she might have been referencing. Was it an equation? No, she hated math. Perhaps the way he so effortlessly could play any instrument because yet again, math. He decided that couldn’t be the subject at question either, she played better than he did, glorious melodies flowed from her fingertips. So the doctor was truly stumped.

The answer was simpler than he had imagined.

“Your job.”

With those doe eyes he was so fond of, she looked up, meeting his own glance.

If the term “heart eyes” was able to be personified, Spencer would be the guy to personify it whenever his eyes landed on the one in front of him.

“What do you mean? I get up in the morning, drink some coffee, and get to it.”

She giggled, but the sound he loved so much ceased with her pout.

“That’s not what I mean, Spence. How do you go on everyday, seeing body after body,” she trailed off, obviously distraught. Spencer wrapped his large hand tighter around her, placing his chin on her hairline.

“How do you consistently manage to look at these victims, these people, with lives that they never got to finish living-“ A tear slipped down her cheek, she bit her bottom lip, tasting her own salty droplets on her tongue. She sniffled, burying her head further in his neck with what he presumed was shame.

“And not break down when you do.” Her voice was muffled, but the emotions she felt were evident nonetheless.

He took a moment to carefully articulate an appropriate response. The gears in his mind turned ever so diligently, finding a solution to dry her tears.

“It’s not much different than what I initially said. I get up in the morning, drink some coffee.”

He pushed a hair away from her face, admiring her distinct features as he often did. She looked up, moving her left hand to trace his sharp jaw as he sat in thought.

“And I realize that these people that are now dead, are a part of the hundreds, of throusands, of millions of people that die every year. It’s a part of life, what gives it meaning.”

She gave a dry, humourless laugh.

“What, you don’t have a specific statistic for that?”

“Oh, I do, but I don’t think you want to hear it.” He tilted his head, weighing the option of disclosing the information but deciding against it.

“But the bottom line is, they have families. Families that are grieving, and hurting, and needing answers and justice. I cannot do my job and give them the closure they deserve if I’m staying focused on my own emotions and delving deep into who the victims were, rather than how to catch those responsible for hurting them.”

She moved on to her back, stilling managing to keep her eye contact with Spencer.

“But you’re a profiler! That’s what you do! You’re supposed to, what did you call it, ‘delve deep’ into who they are.”

“Pretty girl, are you trying to tell the one with 3 doctorates how to do his job?”

She rolled her eyes, lazily throwing a hand on his neck, right behind his ear. She ran it back and forth, savoring the intimate moment.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Agent.” She taunted, poorly trying (and failing) to agitate Spencer. She had a hunch (that was more true than either of them would let on) that it wasn’t possible for her to do so, and he found himself proving it to be correct.

“I just had to learn to let the family do what they had to do so that I could do the same.”

The girl’s tone softened as she spoke, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

“I guess so. I’m just too empathetic, my heart is too pure.” She joked, a feathery laugh falling past both of their lips.

“Of course. I would expect nothing less.” He teased back, enjoying the dynamic they both held in the tender moment.

“You amaze me.” She muttered, leaning in, analyzing him and his ruffled post-sex hair, his gorgeously long lashes, and his light 5 o’clock shadow that donned his chin.

He huffed quietly, doing the exact same thing, minus the scruff of course.

“I could say the same to you, pretty girl.”

Their lips connected once again, in a different manner than the feverish and needy kiss from before.

This time, it was a union of two individuals, allowing themselves to mould together in a way only the two of them could. It was slower and sweeter, with more feeling poured into their lips while they moved in sync.

“M’ tired.”

“Yeah? You wanna go to sleep, bubs?”

She grinned as she snuggled into his arms, her exhausted eyes fluttering to a close.

“Bubs, huh? That’s new.”

A worried frown made its way onto his face as he rushed to cover up his previous words.

“D-do you not like it? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“Spence.”

He stopped, looking over her for any microexpressions, only seeing positive signs. That wasn’t technically profiling, right? He hoped he would be in the clear if she ever was to find out.

“I love it, baby. Say it again.”

“Bubs?”

“Mhm. Say it again.” She sounded with content. He smirked, a proud feeling infiltrating his body, causing him to puff up his chest in the slightest way.

“Goodnight, bubs.”

He reached up, his paranoia forcing him to close the window above him, despite being a more than qualified FBI agent with a revolver safely tucked away in the top drawer of his night stand that never quite was shut all the way.

It was just the pessimist in him.

She wrapped around his figure, intertwining his form with her own.

“Sleep well, Spence.”

He felt happy with her, happier than he had been in a long time. He relished in that, allowing it to lull him to a well needed rest.

But what could he say, she just brought out the optimist in him.

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hj posting at a time that isn’t 3 am?????? unheard of. also i may or may not have pulled an all nighter to write whatever tf this is bc my ex posted something with his new gf and i felt pathetic LMAO. anyway, i hope your day is fabulous, go drink some water and remember things are what you make of them and it’s all about intent! love you, xx hj.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Family member anon here. Reader and they uncle tricky is awesome ^_^ and hope looking others for having a relatives for them.

Zardy is friend with his farmer neighbor that brought his grandkid for the summer and reader loved to help they grandpa farm and making new friend with zardy. When summer is over the reader gonna miss they grandpa and zardy, many years later zardy took his friend corn farm and taking caring it. It’s Halloween day and the reader dress up as a scarecrow just like they friend zardy, encounter boyfriend and girlfriend walking to a corn farm. The reader got new friends but zardy came to tell boyfriend to go away, boyfriend didn’t leave and the music began while the reader trying stop zardy but zardy doesn’t recognize reader them. When the song is over the reader rushed to hug zardy to tell that reader is zardy friend grandkid

Zardy’s human friend's grandkid (Reader) returns to the maze many years later dressed as a scarecrow, only to meet BF and GF who end up challenging Zardy to a singing match.

...........

Summer at Zardy's Maze was always fun for you, especially after learning that the scarecrow himself, Zardy, was able to come to life at night. He kept your grandpa company, helping him chase out any trespassers and keep the crops watered.

Unfortunately, this summer would most likely be the last one you'd spend at the maze, since you're moving onto college and may not be able to care for the farm anymore.

Your grandpa reassured you that he and Zardy will take care of things...although the scarecrow was less than pleased to learn of your departure.

But he bore no ill-will towards you, hugging you goodbye as you left the farm for the final time.

Years would pass and soon his longtime friend would also leave. Not only the farm, but the world.

And that was the day Zardy truly felt alone.

Things haven't been easy since, especially with his grudge against trespassers who dared "disrespect" the maze. Other creatures of the night would come to aid him in his eternal quest to preserve what remains of the giant flowers that towered over the cornstalks.

Of course, he knew not all humans were bad. But most were.

Anyone who set foot inside the maze will not come out alive.

...........

"Man..this is itchy, but I hope it's worth it.." You scratched your arm, feeling the fleece material of your costume as you checked yourself in the mirror.

Then you smiled and saw how scary you actually looked. You were a scarecrow, after all, similar to your old friend Zardy but not quite like him.

You've never forgotten about him, often missing the fun times you two had while working on the farm.

Since it was Halloween and you actually had time to do whatever you want, why not make this year extra special and revisit him?

Once you grabbed your witch-like hat and belongings, you were on your way to the maze. A friend dropped you off at its entrance, wondering why you wanted to spend Halloween all alone here. But they didn't question it and simply drove off after you waved goodbye.

"Beep!"

You blinked, confused about whether that was your friend's car. Though..it didn't sound like a horn at all.

It was more like-

"Oh! Hi, scarecrow!"

Grinning, you decided to put on a spooky act and turn around to face the people who greeted you: a blue-haired guy and a lady in a red dress, both who looked around your age.

"Welcome, friends~ What brings you to my cornfield on this frightful night?"

"Uh," the girl began. "We just wanted to take a walk through the-"

"I suggest you leave..lest you forfeit your right to live."

You recognized the voice and immediately dropped the act, spinning around upon seeing Zardy standing there. He looked more aged, his body tattered, and he was gripping a garden hoe like it was a scythe. The glow from his eye sockets was more orange as he gazed at you three.

"Good job catchin' these trespassers, friend."

"H-Huh? Zardy, I-" You began.

"You should know these humans ain't welcomed here." He interrupted coldly. "They only wanna disrupt the peace with their damn noise cannons...and destroy what ain't theirs. Don't tell me you're gonna defend 'em after what they did to us."

'Humans aren't welcomed..?' You were shocked to hear those words. 'What happened to this place? What happened to..my friend?'

Zardy's gaze flickered back to Blue Guy, noting the microphone in his hand. "Ah, you sing? I'd say I'm quite the musician myself. Let this be just a secret between us four, alright? Don't go tellin' Pumpkin Jack anything." He warned with a snicker. "If ya want a show..I'll give ya a show."

Although you knew absolutely nothing of this "Pumpkin Jack" he was talking about, you knew Zardy was determined to chase out these innocent people. So you reluctantly stepped back and watched as he and Blue Guy had a sing-off.

'I don't remember grandpa ever teaching him about music..'

Red Dress Girl, who you soon learned was "Cherry", told you about her boyfriend--Blue Guy who's name is "Keith". She was surprised when you said you weren't actually a scarecrow, just someone in a costume who was close friends with Zardy.

Though as you tried to explain, the song became more intense, and you noticed Zardy was practically screaming at Keith with haunting undertones in his vocals. Miraculously the latter remained fearless, keeping up with the rhythm until the very end.

Once the music ended, Zardy was infuriated at losing. Then he spun his tool around, raising the bladed part and scowling at Keith, who now became terrified as he beeped out of fear.

But before anyone could get hurt, you finally intervened, running over to hug your old friend tightly. "Zardy, stop!! Don't hurt them!!"

"..huh..?" The straw of hay fell from his mouth as he glanced down at you, recognizing your voice. "You couldn't be....no. Of course not. They've forgotten about me...or perhaps they're gone, too."

"My costume is that convincing?" Stepping back, you removed your mask so that he could see it was truly you, smiling up at him. "That surprises even me, but I never forgot about you."

"[Y/n].." His eyes widened with astonishment.

You've grown so much since the last time he saw you..

He just didn't know what to say. "I...I didn't-"

"It's okay, I forgive you for what you said about humans. I know a lot of us suck, but there's good ones out there." You chuckled, glad that he finally realized it was you.

Dropping his weapon, Zardy brought you into a tight hug, his hands trembling. "I've missed you so much, old buddy. It's been..far too long, and I've just been..so lonely and angry and..."

"I'm sorry I haven't come back sooner," you returned the embrace. "But I'm not leaving you again."

Keith and Cherry could only look on at the touching scene, smiling as they saw that this scarecrow wasn't so scary and mean after all. Sure, they were confused on your friendship with him, but they knew better than to interrupt.

So they quietly left the maze, hoping you'll enjoy the rest of your Halloween with your old friend.

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Could you do a Yandere nct reaction to how would be the first kiss with their s/o

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I took over and finished this one.

~Ahreum Rhea

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Taeil: “Jagiya, you didn’t flinch away this time! That means you get to have a reward, isn’t that nice? See? When you do good and please me, you’ll be rewarded. I rather enjoyed that kiss- I think I’ll have another grabs you by your waist and steals a deep and longer kiss. Ahh, that hit the spot. Wouldn’t you agree..?”

Taeyong: “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist for too long. Surprisingly, you’ve been able to go far longer than any other girl- that’s one of the things I like about you despite it being irritating as fuck. Nothing a good punishment couldn’t handle, but I digress. Most girls would’ve been on my dick the first night, but you aren’t most girls, though. That’s why you’re my kitten and mine alone. No one else will ever have you.”

Johnny: “Mmm, you’re a better kisser than I thought, y/n, that was pretty damn good. You don’t practice with anyone do you? Good, because your lips don’t need to touch some low life punk who just wants to get his dick wet. You’re too good for that. Trust me, y/n, there are way too many guys out there like that. You don’t have to worry about that with me, I’ll keep my little one safe from all harm forehead/ head kiss.” 

Yuta: “Mm you taste so sweet, babe. I could just eat you up- if you’re good that is he licks up your neck ; ). I’m kidding! Sorta. Lets go for a french kiss next! I wanna taste you some more. Maybe I will just eat you up after all pulls you close. I’d love to just bend you over this counter and fuck your brains out, though. Hmm, maybe later…”

Kun: “Lovely, just like you. Sweet, innocent, cute, and warm. That’s you, y/n. I’m glad to be sharing this moment with you. Pulls you close I can’t imagine you falling into someone else’s hands, only to have your heart torn apart. I would never allow such a thing. For you to be hurt, I mean. Anyways, why don’y you move in with me? It’ll be great, you’ll see..”  

Doyoung: “I was waiting for the moment when you’d want to kiss me. I was almost worried that you’d chosen someone else…Hm? Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just happy is all. What did you want to ask me? You want to be my gf? Really? I’m glad you asked! I’d be the happiest man in the world!”

Ten: “Fine like wine, y/n. You’re a damn good kisser! Its about time you came around, I was seriously starting to think you liked Taeyoung- I know how often you two talk. No? Good then. Be my girlfriend and kiss me again, ok? I don’t believe that you really want me all to yourself yet.” 

Jaehyun: “Took longer than I expected, but it was worth the wait since it’s you. It’s a small step forward in the right direction and I expect to receive more kisses from now on, understand? That’s why you’re mine, babygirl. To love me and let me love you back. Other women wish they could be in your place. As a reward, you can sit on me lap and kiss me more.”

WinWin: “Honestly, everyday I wonder how I became so lucky as to have you right here with me. Despite having to keep you locked up, you still gave me a kiss willingly. That just proves that you love me, y/n. I’m glad you realize that now. Maybe we can finally be the perfect couple that I’ve dreamed of us being.”

Jungwoo: As he pulls back looking into your eyes “you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, and I see myself in them. You’re the only one I want and I’m sure. What I felt just now proves that my heart wasn’t lying and I know you felt it too. I’m glad we can finally be together now. Lets go ho- to my place, I mean..I-it’s getting late.” 

Lucas: Smirk “Wow, babe. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were waiting for that kiss just as long as I was. Why are you being so affectionate all of a sudden? Has my baby gotten needy for daddy?? Good! You deserve a reward, for that, babygirl. I’ll give you pleasure beyond your imagination bites lip.” 

Mark: “Mmm chuckles as he pulls back your kiss is heart warming..you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You’ve had my heart for a while now, but I want yours. I knew I wanted you from the moment I saw you but now I want something more. Grabs your hand and pulls you close Be my gf, y/n.” 

Xiaojun: Is silent for a moment as he stares into your eyes, a soft look in his own. He gently brushes your cheek with the back of his hand, seemingly mesmerized. “Y/n, no one has ever kissed me before. That was..very nice. It’s getting dark, why don’t we go to my place and watch movies? Maybe we could do this again. Of course I’ll be your bf- I’ve been waiting for this moment..” (girl/boy, run). 

 Hendery: Smirks “you know, I was gonna torture you if you didn’t kiss me soon, right? It’s a good thing you decided when you did or else our first kiss would have been bloody. Oh no, don’t be scared- you’ve done exactly what I wanted you to do. Now you’ll get a reward! Your family and friends are off limits, but maybe I’ll take you out on a little date for a few hours. Give me another kiss, maybe I’ll do it.”

RenJun: “It’s about time! I was waiting so long for this I thought I’d have to make you kiss me. Though it’s not nearly as much affection as I would like, I’m not gonna spoil the moment. In fact, I’ll return the favor by giving you a glimpse of what’s to come pulls you close with one hand at your lower back and the other supporting your neck, giving you a long and deep kiss that makes you weak in the knees. That’s how I like it he whispers.”

Jeno: “Mm, that was wonderful, y/n, and you did it all by yourself! I’m glad you’ve finally decided to come around and kiss me. I won’t push you to go any farther with how good you’ve been but you need to do is keep it up, alright? Since you’ve been so good, I’ll let you pick out the movie we get to watch and I’ll order your favorite.” 

Haechan: “This is by far our best date, y/n. Not only did we have fun all day long, we also got to finish it off with kisses and cuddles- our first kiss at that! To what even better is that you’re good at it. I demand more kisses. Don’t stop until I tell you to or I’ll punish you kisses.”

Jaemin: “I don’t want this moment to end, y/n. Let’s stay together as bf and gf forever. I’ll always give you kisses and hugs whenever you need them. Just return the affection, though, ok? I don’t want things to turn…aggressive. Oh, and I don’t share- you’re mine and mine alone, so delete y/f/n number. I don’t want you talking to him. I mean it..”

Yangyang: “Hmm, that was too good. You kiss as if you’ve done this before. Oh, you have? With who? Seriously, him? You won’t be seeing him anymore, y/n. I’m the only one you’ll ever kiss and, if I find out you’ve touched someone else or let them touch you, I’ll strangle them with my bare hands. I might just make you watch, haha!”

Chenle: “Wah, you’re a good kisser. You must have had practice, huh? No? You sure? Good, cuzz I was gonna say I’d have to deal with someone if they’ve ever kissed you. Only I can do that. You’re mine and mine only, and I’m yours, got it?” 

(The bunny is so cute I- afggrjgnakgje)

Jisung: “Aww, Jagiya, that was so cute, you tried so hard haha. Was it your first kiss? That’s good, I’m glad to be your first. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it cuzz I’ll teach you every chance I get and, luckily for you, I’m the best kisser ; ). Ah, jagiya, I’m never letting you go pecks.”

[sincerelyyourmother]

Hello Mother,

Would you craft us some smut about these hunks? Change around any details you need and let your muse wander 💚❇️

💚 Jean first time cherry popping his girl. He's a little unsure, but so ready to go 🧸🔊🛁

💚 Miche restraining ⛓️ his cute girl gf that's tiny, fiery, and determined to show she can handle that fat stick in any hole he wants to conquer 🍑🏳️

💚 Kenny receiving a lapdance from his babygirl until he loses his fucking mind and explodes 🪑🌋🧸

💜 KB

Boy oh boy are we in for a treat~ I choose door number two!! Big boy Dom!Miche x Sub!Fem Reader at it again 🥵 Here you go my lovely❤

MDNI 18+ SMUT

Tag color code🔽

Pink- Darker smut

Green- Normal smut

Word Count- 1k+

Warnings! Dom&Sub, Anal, Bondage, Spanking, Dirty talk, Anal creampie, Fingering, Bratty sub, Doggy style, Filth

Miche | :Angel

“You really know how to run your mouth huh, angel?”

Miche leaves a stinging slap on the plump of your ass cheek, darkening the already red handprints that painted your peach so prettily.

That little whimper you let out almost every time un-admittedly turned him on so bad it hurt, the throb in his cock pulsating with rage for your wet wonderland-but you, oh you…

You’ve been so naughty lately you didn’t deserve his cock where you really wanted it. And to be honest, the thrill of being a bad girl, testing his patience every day was such an adrenaline rush that went straight to your heated core.

You tug at the restraints that bound tightly around your dainty wrists behind your back, Miche had your face planted into the soft sheets beneath you, ass up for his enjoyment.

“Only for you babe.” Shimmying your ass in the air to tease him once more like you have been this past week, you just couldn’t stop it could you? What fun would that be?

Another loud slap echoed across the walls of your bedroom. Your ass cheeks dark Crimson now.

“Address me properly, pretty girl. You’ve been getting on my nerves lately, I think I ought to teach you a real lesson this time.”

Another small whimper emitted from your lips, along with the drip of your cunt seeping between your plush thighs.

“Yes sir.” You decide to be a bit more obedient this time, enjoying the route this punishment was going, finally, maybe he’ll stop playing with your as-

Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt once you feel a lubed finger prodding at your back hole, sinking slowly into your tight ass, almost sucking his thick digit up.

Miche feels your tension as soon as his finger dips in. “Relax baby girl, Daddy’s gonna take good care of his baby, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” His gentle coos of reassurance settle your nerves but at the same time you didn’t want him to think you were nervous at all, you could take him, just like all those other times.

Miche took notice of your prominent stubbornness like he always did. “Ah, I see what it is.” He thrust his finger deeper inside you.

“You’re so stubborn baby, you never learn your lesson do you? Always gotta act so brave. Are you brave, Angel?” Miche hums his teasing words, a second finger making its way inside along with the first.

You twitch at the way his thick digits spread you open so painfully good. Trying to think of a smart response to him was becoming increasingly more difficult the deeper he goes, god he’s not even half that thickness, can I really take him..?

Wiggling your ass once more to prove to him and yourself you were his brave girl as you mumble another “Yes sir.”

He works in a third finger, taking a little longer to slip inside from the tightness. The feeling left your core burning in desire. A filthy blazing fire only Miche could smother.

Miche could tell you wanted it bad but wasn’t sure if he wanted to just give it to you so easily. “I don't think you’re gonna be able to take it all at this rate.”

An instant whine erupts from your throat. “No please, I’ll be a good girl I promise. I can take it, I can, please. Give it to me.” Your consistent begging falls on deaf ears this time. Miche usually gives into those cute begs but not this time. You really did it now huh?

Yet another loud smack across your numb ass cheeks rhythmed aloud, leaving your legs in a trembling mess. “Don’t talk back to me, I’ll do as I damn please. You just sit there and take it, you hear me?”

Miche yanked on the restraints that clung to your bruising delicate skin, making your head fly back in order to not snap your own back in half. A yelp in bewilderment escaped your lips without a single thought to your pretty little dumb brain.

Oh and you knew it now, you knew just how pent up he’s been lately, letting you walk all over him. Letting your sly comments of debate go over un-argued, your reckless habit of never dressing properly around the house while doing your chores, innocently denying the idea of purposely forgetting to wear panties to dinner with friends when Miche brought it up on the car ride home. He’s never been so angry and hard at the same time before, all because of little ol’ you.

“Shall we get to the point then? You seem to be so sure you’re ready right, Angel? Let’s prove you wrong. I wanna see that smug look on your face melt right off once I shove this cock into your ass.” Your body shivers in anticipation and fear all at the same time, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the stretch of a lifetime, but Miche wouldn’t let you have that luxury. Not tonight.

Quickly lathering a generous amount of lube along his shaft with a few pumps before aligning his tip with your wet irritated hole. You could barely take in a deep breath before he was already shoving his way into you.

The burning painful stretch never felt so good, you were so full, he was pushing so deep, deeper than you ever imagined you could feel him. Legs trembling, your hips squirming around to feel some type of friction. You couldn’t help the hot tears spilling from your eyes down your cheeks, the mix of pleasure and pain never felt better.

Pumping you fuller and fuller with every rough snap of his hips, driving you insanely dick-drunk for him. His fat cock taking all of the thoughts from your head, replacing it with him and only him. His grunts and stuttered moans shooting an electric pulse right into your weeping sloppy wet center.

“F-Fuck baby you squeeze me so good. Such a bad girl, you gonna behave for me now, Angel?”

Your broken cries of pleasure and pain are like music to his ears as he pumps your ass full with his hot milk, filling you to the brim, again and again, and again...

Will definitely be writing those other two options for sure 👀

[nighthaikyuu]

letters | 02

they were just words on pieces of paper. words he never wrote himself. but those words were enough to make you go from living a fairytale relationship to one filled with burning questions, envy and uncertainty.

m.list ch.1 ↞ ch. 2 ↠ ch.3

pairing: kuroo tetsuro + gf! reader

word count: 1.8k 

genre: established relationship! au + angst, fluff

previously...

Taking the letters out, your eyes scanned for the dates. To your dismay, many of them were sent to him after you guys got together. Taking a deep breath, your grip on the letters tightened before you let yourself fall into a deeper hole, feeling your heart shatter as you read every single word, one after the other. 

❝Kuroo, 

I miss you. 

except you probably already know that right? after all, I've only said it about a million times in these letters.... i sometimes wonder whether you even read them when you never reply, but after everything I did it wouldn’t surprise me if you saw these and just ripped them apart. 

god, I miss you so much kuroo. ever since that day, every day without you has been a reminder of how badly I messed up, how badly I fucked up and let you go. i’ll never forgive myself for that.❞

You quickly realized maybe this was why Kuroo never brought up his past relationship to you. From what you read, it wasn’t hard to see that it didn’t end well. 

Thoughts raced through your mind, what did happen? You wondered if she cheated on him, but the thought in itself caused a surge of anger within you. Placing the letter back into the box, you read the next one. 

❝Kuroo, 

sometimes I think about the nights we spent just lying outside the gym after practice, staring at the stars as we whispered promises of forever’s and always’ to each other. 

life is a funny thing isn’t it? 

but I meant every word kuroo, every single word. I wasn’t able to keep up my promises but I can promise you every word I said was true and genuine. I loved you so much, and I still do and forever will.❞

Biting down on your lip, you hated how the feeling of jealousy for this girl you didn’t know, burned through your veins. You felt pathetic, after all this was a relationship that was over yet you couldn’t help but feel it was anything but that. 

 ❝Kuroo, 

do you know how many times I’ve blocked and unblocked you on social media? while I never wanted to see you again because your face was the constant reminder of the biggest thing I lost in my life, I couldn’t keep away. not from you kuroo, not when I still see the others around and they pretend to be nice but I know they all hate me for what I did. 

last night I visited nekoma, and that night I went back and unblocked you. however, I really wish I hadn’t. 

she makes you happy, doesn't she? 

it hurt a lot to see. I saw you took her to where you promised we’d go together one day. but more than that, it hurt to see the way you smiled at her, how your eyes were filled with so much affection and adoration for her. it hurt to know I used to be the one who saw those eyes everyday once. how badly I wish I was her.❞

At the mention of you in the letter, your chest tightened. So she did know you existed. 

You frowned softly when you read about the picture she had seen on his social media. The very first couple picture he had posted of you was from the trip the two of you took to the beach during a long weekend break from school. You had always remembered that trip as the time where you really fell for Kuroo, the night where you were lying on the beach with him as you whispered your very first I love you’s to each other, would be something you’d never forget. 

But now you felt sick. 

❝I'm sorry, 

god, kuroo please, please I'm so sorry. please respond to my letters, I don’t know what to do anymore. 

I'm still so in love with you kuroo, from the day I saw you to when I broke your heart, to now. I never stopped and I never will.  please forgive me and come back to me. I promise I'll be better, I promise you kuroo. I still must be there in your heart, please just give me one more chance. ❞

Sitting there as you finished the most recently dated letter, a sudden wave of emptiness washed over you. You had a million questions. You wanted to know the meaning behind every word, every sentence and every letter she had sent Kuroo. 

But more than that, you wanted to know why he still kept them. 

But you couldn’t. You didn’t have the courage nor the strength to ask them or to find the answers. You were too scared. 

You felt the corners of your eyes sting as dangerous thoughts plagued your already weakened mind. Why didn't he throw them away? Was he still not over her? Did he still love her? 

As the voices in your head only got louder, screaming as they overtook the ones   that attempted to give you hope, you pulled your knees to your chest as you choked back a sob. 

Oh how unfair life is. 

The next time you saw Kuroo was that following night. It was finally the end of the week, and like every Friday the both of you sat on the couch with bowls of popcorn in your lap as you flipped through Netflix to find a movie to watch. 

Usually you’d be cuddled up by his side, head against his chest as he’d rest his in the crook of your neck. Today, you found it difficult to even look his way. 

You knew you had to play it off better than this. Kuroo was quick to realize when things were wrong and it was only a matter of time before you ran out of random excuses. 

“Hey, you okay?” a voice whispered beside you. 

Guess you were already too late. 

Turning to your side, you forced a soft smile on your face before nodding at Kuroo, “Yeah, think I’m just tired this week is all.” 

Concern washed over his features. Frowning, he asked, “You wanna talk about it?” 

"No!” you sputtered out as you eyes went wide. You watched as Kuroo blinked at you in surprise before you immediately shook your head, chuckling nervously, as you attempted to cover up your sudden outburst. “No, it’s okay...it’s nothing new or anything. Just classes and club responsibilities all piling on top of each other, ya know?” 

To that, Kuroo simply nodded but you didn’t fail to notice the skeptical look he gave you as you quickly turned your attention back to the screen in front of you, keeping your face as stoic as possible despite the million thoughts and emotions that ran through you at that moment. 

You were such an idiot. 

After what seemed like nearly forever, the movie came to an end. Grabbing the remote off of the coffee table, you turned off the TV with a yawn as you got up from the couch and stretched your arms up in the air. 

“Kuroo, I should probably get going—Oh!” you yelped in slight surprise as you felt your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist, his head nestling into the crook of your neck. 

“Mmm, don’t go~” he whispered softly into your ear, “Why don’t you stay over tonight, huh?” 

You almost let out a bitter laugh. 

Any other day and you would’ve gladly accepted, easily making your way into his room to quickly find one of his t-shirts you could wear to bed. 

But there you stood, staring at the door to his room and you instantly felt nauseous. Today, that was the last thing you could do. Not when you’d be sleeping right above the scraps of paper stuffed in a box hidden away from you, right above a secret that Kuroo had kept from you, and that you had found out about. 

Turning around in his arms, you looked up at Kuroo who stared down at you with a sleepy expression; his eyelids were drooping as he gave you a soft smile, lips in a small pout. All you wanted to do was grab his face and pull him into a kiss, to feel that adorable pout against your lips. 

If only I hadn’t found the box... you thought to yourself, biting the insides of your cheeks.

No, if only Kuroo hadn’t kept those letters. you corrected yourself. If only he had thrown them away, you would’ve never found them and you wouldn’t be here, feeling like the world’s biggest joke. 

As you pulled yourself from his grasp, you watched as his pout dissolved into a small frown as you said softly, “I don’t think I can tonight Kuroo, maybe some other time, hmm?” 

Frown deepening, Kuroo only pulled you closer before engulfing you into his arms, your head resting against his chest as he held you tighter. The both of you stood that way for a while until you heard him finally sigh, “Okay, I’ll let you go then.”

Pulling away, Kuroo gave you a soft smile before cupping your face with one hand, fingers grazing your cheeks gently as he started to lean in. 

You felt a sinking feeling erupt in your stomach once you knew exactly what was about to happen. 

Oh god, what should I do? Should I just let him? Will he able to tell something’s off? This is too much—!

Just then, you felt his lips brush against your forehead, kissing it firmly before pulling away slowly. 

Your eyes that had been squeezed shut in fear, opened slowly as you blinked at him in surprise. You almost swore he was going to kiss you...

“Goodnight Y/N.” he said softly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

Nodding, you whispered back a goodnight kuroo before grabbing your things and heading to the door. Opening the door, you turned around and gave him a small wave, which he returned back with a smile. 

Finally stepping outside of his apartment, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in this whole time. Your whole chest felt like it was on fire, like you had been breathing smoke for the last couple hours from the fire that had been lit in your heart ever since you laid your eyes on those goddamn letters. 

Running your hands through your hair, you let out a soft groan of frustration. It hadn’t even been a day and you were barely able to make it through without wanting to expose everything. 

“You can do it Y/N.” you whispered firmly to yourself, “You just need some time.” 

You didn't exactly know what you were talking about. You didn’t necessarily have a plan either. Were you just going to ignore that the letters existed? Were you hoping on just forgetting they existed? Or were you just waiting for the right day and time to tell Kuroo what you had accidentally found?

Shaking your head, you brushed the questions away. They could wait. 

Now all you wanted to do was get back to your room and get under your sheets, and hopefully not cry yourself to sleep. 

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[lovingumi]

hii can i request for a suna angst to fluff where suna hasnt been spending time with his gf cause hes been planning a surprise party for her birthday but one the day of her birthday he decided to not greet her because he wanted to surprise her but then he sees her crying in a corner when they were about to go home and she doesnt tell him why then he brings her home then boom surprise hehe thank you

— surprise.

⤷ hii can i request for a suna angst to fluff where suna hasnt been spending time with his gf cause hes been planning a surprise party for her birthday but one the day of her birthday he decided to not greet her because he wanted to surprise her but then he sees her crying in a corner when they were about to go home and she doesnt tell him why then he brings her home then boom surprise hehe thank you

synopsis: suna surprising his girlfriend for her birthday, only to hurt her in the process because of the lack of communication.

pairing: suna rintarō x fem!reader

warnings: none

+ i’m sorry for taking so long, really. and i’m sorry if you meant this in way that they would be adults and not high schoolers, i realized that it could be that after almost being done with writing it. not too happy with this one, but my skills have gotten a bit rusty </3

“_____? hey, _____!” you woke up from your daydream and stared in to osamu’s eyes, blinking as realization came back to you. “we’re done, we can go home.” you looked around in the classroom and saw that it was already empty besides the two of you and the teacher.

he was already gone too.

“rin already left and went home, didn’t he?” you mumbled, packing your bags as you glanced at the miya. he grimaced and nodded. “yeah, he’s been kinda busy lately.”

you cocked your head and let out a bitter chuckle. “i’ve noticed.”

the two of you met up with atsumu and started walking home together, since the three of you lived close by each other.

“say, twins.” you kicked a stray pebble, watching it flick to the side of the road as you heard them both hum.

“is he planning on breaking up with me? is that it?” your grip on your bag tightened as you sunk your teeth in to your lower lip, not wanting to get emotional at the thought of losing him right before your birthday.

“what? no—!” your head snapped up to look at atsumu, your brows furrowed as you realized that they wouldn’t say anything to you. they wouldn’t betray their friend for some girl they happen to know.

“should’ve figured you guys wouldn’t say anything.”

the rest of the way was silent, with some occasional jokes coming from atsumu that no one laughed at and osamu just telling him that he should stop.

you were about to go left as the twins were about to go right until osamu called your name. “please don’t doubt him, _____. he really does love you, just be a little more patient.”

your eyes were cast down as you nodded, smiling while waving them off as you were on your way back home.

you didn’t receive a goodnight text either.

the next day the twins arrived at your home earlier than normal with grins and a birthday cake. a sweet smile appearing on your face as you saw these two dorks at your doorstep.

“gonna invite us in and eat the cake or do you wanna stay here and do nothing?”

you giggled, opening the door wider for them to enter and start your day with some cake and two boys that would probably eat everything.

although you secretly hoped for someone else to come.

after having eaten a tiny piece and gotten ready for the day, you left with each twin by your side and started the school day with a smile accompanied by some anxious feelings that were brewing inside of you.

and him avoiding you didn’t help in the slighest.

the day passed with you barely seeing your boyfriend. every time you spotted him and had a split second of eye contact, he immediately dashed and left you alone by yourself. so you just stopped trying for the rest of the day and focused on your lessons while watching the clock tick slowly.

you walked outside to the tree that started blossoming it’s pretty pink flowers after you were done for the day, leaning against it as a soft breeze went through your hair. the sky was blue with faint clouds decorating it, the sun shining bright and giving you a perfect birthday.

if it wasn’t for him acting like this.

yet you decided to wait for him at your meet-up place, wanting to know what this was all about, even if it meant that it would break your heart in the process.

but you just couldn’t stop your frustration and anxiety from tipping over.

“hey, thanks for waiting, let’s g-“

the second his eyes settled on you, he stopped his sentence. he noticed your puffy eyes and red nose, guilt immediately filling his body at the thought of him abandoning you for a day or three having this much effect.

“can you bring me home, please?” you whispered, avoiding his eyes and crossing your arms over your chest.

he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking quietly besides you. “that was the plan anyways, i’d never let you walk home,” he tried, glancing at you for a second.

you nodded, eyes dead set in front of you as your legs took you to your home.

“i know.”

the birds singing and the leaves shuffling against each other filled the quiet air, your once tensed face easing up at the serene environment around you.

moments later you arrived home, turning around to face suna who shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “thank you fo-“

“can i come in?”

you blinked at him, not understanding why he suddenly wanted to be around you and daring to interrupt you after everything he pulled. you just shook your head, not having the energy to give him an answer and turned around, unlocking the door.

you took off your shoes and felt his chest pressed against your back in the tiny entrance. you quickly stepped into the living room, only to be greeted with your friends and family members with balloons of your favourite colours hanging around.

“surprise!!”

you stared at them, your mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“.. huh?”

atsumu stepped forward and brought you in for a hug, your side pressed against his as he pulled you further down the living room. “why is our birthday girl lookin’ so sad, huh?”

you blinked, the function of talking having disappeared as you quickly pulled away from atsumu and turned around to suna who stood there awkwardly.

“happy birthday, _____”

you squinted your eyes for a split second and turned to the rest and thanked them, telling them you’d be back in a moment after talking with suna.

he raised his brows and turned around, walking back outside with you following quickly after.

“this is why you ignored me? you planned this?” he nodded, grimacing at the way you were being to straight with it.

tears filled your eyes once again as you punched his chest weakly. “y-you had no reason to do that to me! you could’ve remained how you were, why did you need to make me feel like i did something bad?” you cried, your fists on his chest as your head fell between them.

“i- i thought you were going to break up with me.”

he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, pressing you closer to himself as the two of you just stood there in front of your door.

“i’m.. sorry. i could’ve handled it better.” you nodded, sliding your hands away from his chest and around his waist instead. “yeah, indeed you could have,” you sniffled, starting to feel better as all the negative thoughts and energy left your body.

“idiot.”

you felt his chest vibrate, his soft and low chuckle ringing through your ears as you lifted up your head and stared into his emerald green eyes.

“but.. thank you. i appreciate it, rin.”

he hummed, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “it was no problem, baby.”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and pulled away from him. “now, let’s see if you got a good present that can make up for your stupid way of handling this.”

he grinned and rolled his eyes. “please, my present is easily the best, tsk.”

you cocked an eyebrow and laughed. “oh yeah? let’s find out, mr. i’mthebest,” you mocked, only to receive a lazy mocking back.

and so you grabbed his hand and pulled him back inside with you, immediately being greeted with osamu’s smile that basically told you ‘i told you so, didn’t i?’

and you just nodded, tightening your grip on suna’s hand as atsumu told you to open his present first with a mouth full of onigiri.

these guys weren’t perfect and didn’t necessarily execute the things how they should be executed, but their intentions were always pure and you’d forever be grateful for their presence in your life.

[kurokonbscenarios]

Cross over scenario between aomine and ushiwaka, when aomine meet his ex wife who's ushiwaka gf now, they two go to park with a little boy who looks like aomine (his son, he and his ex wife divorced when she was on her 2 weeks pregnancy).. What should ahomine do? Thanks

far away | Aomine Daiki / Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!reader

genre: angst | hurt/comfort | slice of life | word count: 2.2knotes: huh so I’ve been in a bit of a knb mood these days and went over the requests and was like “oooh i like this one” so I hope you’ll like it! -T-chan

Itwas pure coincidence. The kind that makes Aomine wonder how much he messed upfor you to actually agree to the divorce those four years ago. Did you evenintend to tell him the news?

A memory of you smiling at himresurfaces and Aomine curses under his breath, because it was that same momenthe told you about the divorce. The way happiness and all the love you had forhim left your eyes makes his heart ache. How much of an idiot he was back then.

But now he can’t do anything aboutit. Not when a stoic man stands beside you as you stare inside a childrenstore. There’s an obvious bump that Aomine can’t miss, but the boy, the boythe man holds in his arms, so painfully similar to all those pictures from hischildhood with his eyes, hair, the dark skin tell him more than any words evercould.

He sees the boy laugh at somethingthe man said and you smiling at them and his heart aches at the sight. You lookso happy and he’s jealous, because that could have been himbeside you. And the worst thing is he can recognize the man that has your wholeattention. It’s one and only Wakatoshi Ushijima, Schweiden Adlers’ wing spiker,the one that rose to his fame already in high school.

“I know I’m not perfect by a wholemile when it comes to us, but I’ll be the happiest man there ever is if you’llbe mine and I’ll do my best to not make you cry constantly.”

There are tears in your eyes andyou laugh before you fall on your knees and wrap arms around him. You nod yourhead and you continue to do so, chanting silent “yes” as Aomine slips a ring onyour left ring finger.

“I’m the luckiest man there is.” Hemurmurs into the crook of your neck before he pulls away and kisses you on thelips. You return it immediately, surrounding yourself into his warm embrace andinto the heat of the moment, feeling the happiest you could ever be.

Something stirs inside Aomine whenUshijima leans down and kisses you on the cheek. It makes you laugh and mostlikely shy as well, if that flustered expression on your face is anything totell him. It’s the way you smack Ushijima’s arm that makes Aomine’s head fillwith jealousy, because that could have been him. But it isn’t. Andhe has no one else to blame than himself.

Voices were raised and a picturewas thrown, hitting Aomine’s cheek. His eyes flashed in anger and yours widenedin shock and surprise because the next moment he stood in front of you, hisfist right beside your head.

“Stop pushing your luck.”

“I’m worried about you,Daiki!” you didn’t want to stand down, not when it came to his well being.“You’ve been at the station for the last couple of days, I barely see youanymore!”

“It’s my job, damn it! What do youwant me to do? Huh? What? Do you want me to leave our only income and remainjobless like you are?”

The words spoken made your lipspart, but unable to say anything. You blinked with your eyes, trying hard tostop the sudden emotions that overwhelmed you, Aomine too blinded by his angerto see what he had said.

“You know I can’t find a job yet.Not with my diploma.”

“Then find something. Retailwork, for all I care.” He groans and goes with hand through his hair. “Or goback home.”

You scowled. “Screw you, Daiki.”You turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind.

Aomine stared at you before hegrabbed the lamp close to him and threw it against the wall.

Turning at the sound of a familiarvoice, Aomine spots Kuroko and Kise walking towards him. They’re talking toeach other, or what it seems like until Kuroko spots Aomine’s sullenexpression. He raises an eyebrow and it catches Kise’s attention as well,because suddenly he’s bombed with questions for his well-being.

“’m fine…” he grunts andunconsciously looks your way only to spot you staring at him.

Your eyes are wide, like you’resurprised to see him before you turn to Ushijima and tell him something. Itmust have been regarding him, Aomine realizes, because Ushijima is also lookingat him, frown quite visible on that stoic expression and Aomine wants to leave.But he can’t. Because Maji burger just happens to be right behind him.

“Oh…” It’s Kise who murmurs. “Whydon’t we go ahead, Kurokocchi?”

“We’ll be inside, Aomine-kun.”

All Aomine can do is nod as hewatches you cross the street in a rather quick pace. Ushijima is standingthere, across the street, his attention completely on you, until you stand infront of him. A chill runs down Aomine’s spine at the attention he’s gettingfrom the man, but it’s expected when it comes to your safety.

“Hi,” Your voice is quiet, almostwhisper-like, and Aomine finds it hard to suppress the need to hold you in hisarms right at this moment.

Your sobs reached his ears andAomine sighed. He leaned his forehead on the door, biting his lower as hewondered what to say. Then again is it his right to apologize?

“[Name]…” he called your name.

“Go away.” Your voice is cold andAomine sighed again. “I don’t wanna see you.”

“Come out. Let’s talk.”

There’s silence before the doorbursts open, startling him. Tears stained your cheeks, your glare neversubsiding as you held a suitcase behind yourself.

“What are you doing?” he frowned asyou pushed past him.

“Leaving, what else.” Short answersthat made his heart ache.

“No, wait, you-you can’t leavenow.” He grabbed your wrist, but you snatched it from his grip. “It’s lateand-and you don’t have a place to go to.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.“Three years, Daiki.” Your voice was too cold. “Three years of our marriage andyou ask for a divorce. Ten years of us being together and you want us toseparate. What did I ever do wrong? Can you tell me that? Was it because I wasworried about your wellbeing when you overworked like in Teiko and Tōō? Or wasit because I’m jobless?”

Every word you spoke felt likesomeone was cutting him alive. He was unable to answer, to tell you and youtook the chance to walk to the hallway, sniffling.

“P-please…” he stuttered when youreached for the doorknob. “Don’t go.”

You hesitated and looked back athim. “I can’t do this, Daiki.” You released the suitcase like you remembered itonly then that you still had it. Taking off the ring, you placed it on thecloset beside the entrance, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I tried. I reallydid try. But I can’t help you if you continue to destroy yourself like yourhealth and I mean nothing to you.”

“I’m sorry.” Aomine blurts outbefore you can say another word.

Your eyes widen, but the expressionquickly softens and a small smile spreads across your lips. You shake yourhead, looking directly into his eyes. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Wewere young. We didn’t know what we were doing.”

“But I still love you” is whatAomine wants to say, but he knows he can’t. Instead he looks across the streetand sees Ushijima talking to the boy and pointing at something in the store.It’s a small pink dress he realizes and his heart misses a beat. A baby girl.

“When…” he starts, but stops. Heclears his throat, feeling eyes from inside the Maji burger and he has a suddenneed to leave. He feels like suffocating the longer he stares at the boy. “Whendid you find out?” he chokes on the words.

Your silence is too much for him.“The day you asked for divorce.”

“Shit…” he curses and goes withhand through his hair.

There’s a silent laugh and he looksat you. “I can’t say I was angry and devastated, but I can’t deny I feel gladyou feel bad about it.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes and Aomine wants tosnap, because how the fuck could he mess up like that. He had everything and he ruined it.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he can say, andthen; “I know you’re with … Ushijima, but if I can, I want to support you.”

You watch him in silence before youanswer; “He knows the truth.” At that his eyes widen. “I thought about it longand hard, both alone and with Toshi and we decided to tell him. You don’t haveto support us, I have a job with good-income—I can also work from home—andJunpei is a good child. He can’t wait to meet his baby sister.” You smile andcaress your stomach as you look down fondly.

There’s a moment of silence beforeyou look back at him.

“Although he thinks of Toshi as hisfather, I hope that when he’s older, and if he wants to meet you, you won’tdeny his request. That’s all I ask of you.” Your voice is almost pleading andAomine can’t find himself to deny that request.

“I-I’ll try.” he says instead andyou smile. The same smile you used to give him years ago.

“[Name],” A voice calls from acrossthe street and you turn only for your smile to widen. Junpei is calling for youas well and waving while Ushijima’s expression is that of a fond partner andfather.

“I’m coming!” You call back andthen you turn back to Aomine. “Thank you, Daiki.” Your voice is so soft, sokind that it makes his heart skip a beat and eyes burn from a sudden wave ofemotions.

“There’s nothing to thank me for.”

“There is.” You nod, disagreeingwith him. “Contact me when you’re ready to be part of his life. I know Junpeiwould like that very much. So does Toshi.”

Aomine chuckles and shakes hishead. “Does he really?” he asks and looks at Ushijima, who’s staring at youboth. “Does he really want me to be part of his life?” he looks at you and seespain flash through your eyes. He curses silently for causing you to make thatsame expression.

“Daiki,” you call quietly and reachfor his hand. “I loved you so much. It broke me when I saw you overwork both inschool and at work. When you spent nights at the station, I was at the end ofmy nerves, hoping and praying for you to be safe wherever you are, thinkingthat maybe there’s another case that held you back. When I found out I waspregnant, I was so happy, because suddenly our family grew.” You’re smiling atthe memory only for it to disappear.

And Aomine doesn’t need to guesswhat you remember.

“And then you come home and ask fora divorce. I spent so many days and nights crying and thinking that I must havedone something wrong or that you fell out with me and it hurt. It hurt so muchto realize that I meant nothing to you anymore. I had no idea what to do. Iwanted to ask Satsuki, Tetsuya, anyone for some clue or something, but I couldn’t. Icouldn’t involve them when this was between us. You’ve been so cold to me inthat week and I’m still wondering if it was me after all this time.”

“No,” Aomine shakes his head andcups your face. He closes his eyes and sighs, leaning his forehead on yours.“It was never you, believe me on that. I truly am sorryfor what I did to you and I have no excuse. If he makes you happy, then that isall I wish for you.”

Releasing your face, he smiles onlyto spot tears in your eyes. He internally panics, but then you chuckle andshake your head.

“You constantly make me worry.” Yousigh. “Even after all this time.”

“I’ll try not to.” This time hegrins and messes your hair that makes you grimace. “I want to be part ofJunpei’s life if that is his wish.” He says after a moment, his composure justa bit straighter. I want to bepart of yours as well. He wantsto say only for; “If Ushiwaka makes you cry, tell me. I’ll beat his ass.” toleave his lips.

You roll your eyes, laughing.“Can’t believe you’re calling him like that as well.”

Ushijima calls your name once more.You nod his way and before Aomine can say a word, you’re pulling him in a tightembrace.

“Thank you, Daiki.”

He’s speechless and all he can dois watch you cross the street. He sees Ushijima talk to you, must have askedyou something, because you’re smiling so wide and shaking your head beforeyou’re leaning closer to Junpei and kissing his forehead. Jealousy grows insideAomine at the sight of seeing Ushijima smiling at you two, but there’s nothinghe can do.

He can only wish for yourhappiness, although a part of him wishes for you to run back into his embrace.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 05 + 07.12.20 lbs

05.12.20

“tum saari property mere naam karoge.”

BITCH WHAT NOW???????????

V like dadiiiiiiiiiii ko dhokaaaaaaaa?!!!!?!?!?! oh ho, lagta hai pair chhoote chhoote V ko asli waale feels aa gaye dadi ke liye, free of charge!

THIS MAN AND HIS FACE NEED TO BE STOPPED SO HELP ME GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

also what else that tongue do (other than throw constant taane to guilt a bitch) baby boy mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm 😏😏😏

riddhima thinking ki property meaning khatra and she can’t allow it to stay on dadi, she has to take it on herself, so that if kabir tries hurting anyone, it’ll be her.

this one’s paar ki nazar has recognized that train of thought, i think.

she’s like think whatever you want idgaf, just do whatever the fuck i say or else. and don’t even think of charging me an extra paisa. jaake bhaanda phodna hai toh phod lo, phir you won’t get your remaining 4.5 cr. DAMN GIRL, WHERE THIS SHAATIR TAKE-CHARGE SIDE OF YOURS BEEN ALL THIS TIME???????/

hubs thinking same thing. he’s never been more turned on by her as when she’s using maximum brain.

“kya hai?????? aise taad kyun rahe ho?????????”

“taadna ekdum free of cost hai. only for your pretty face!” I HATE HIM.

LOVE THIS TROPE. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

face change from smiley eyes to shaatir eyes, as he contemplates the facts before him. unf, the things it does to me to see him emote.

lijiye, iss show ke Idiot Brothers. and their plans to prove it’s not vansh and to get riddhima thrown out. i’ll pass.

but this one’s face tho. cutest. 

same, aryan. mera bhi yehiiiii reaction hai. taareeef karoon kya uskiiiii, jissne, tumhe banaaya!

some rando has come and is like hi, i’m your new lawyer; your old one appointed me before he left. no doubt he’s been sent by kabir.

V’s face: chutiya samajh rakha hai kya???? that’s not how this shit works.

v is like you’re here about my will and lmao riddhima’s all happy thinking oh vihaan has started my work already. SIS TILL NOW WHAT HAS HE DONE ACC TO YOUR PLAN? TELL ME ONE (1) THING THAT HE’S DONE LIKE YOU SAID.

yadda yadda yadda lawyer is like the property cannot be transferred for a few months. because Reasons. sure. sounds legit.

kabir is ecstatic. needs to learn to hide his MWAHAHAHAHAHA MERA CHAAL KAAM KAR GAYA FACE better if he wants to win at this game. he’s up against poker face all india/tellywood champion.

fb to kabir bribe/threatening lawyer. zero surprise.

V telling dadi idc about all this, meri asli daulat toh aap hai. lmao he really just does not give the other grandkids a chance to be #1 in dadi’s books.

ishani is pakka sure this is vansh bhai itselfffffffffff. and lmao angre’s suspicious face. they’re legit like:

V trying to negotiate salary increase (10% per month!!!!!!!!) and riddhima’s like bhakkkkkkk, sabzi mandi laga rakhi hai kya maine? yeh faltu ki bargaining nahi chalegi yahaan, jo karna hai karlo.

ishani’s back with bhai’s favvvvvvvvv chocolate cake and.... OH NO HE WAS SO FUCKING RUDE TO HERRRRRRRRRRRRR. riddhima ko sabak sikhaane ke liye ishani ko kyun sunaaaa rahe hoooo!?!?!?!!?

anyway riddhima tried to sametofy that raita by apologizing to ishani and.......... that went as well as expected.

kabir and aryan watching and lootofying mazze.

lmaooooo aryan tubelight ko situation samajh hi nahi aaya and kabir is just like

lmao have you seen a more pitying look????

angsty piano playing time.

lmaooooooooo she’s like “jahaan vansh banna tha, wahaan bann nahi paaye, yahaan yeh karke kya kya fayyda hai?” which......... troo. i really like this give-no-fucks version of riddhima who says what’s on her mind, instead of just doing lengthy internal monologues of stupidity. 

as,kjdlkasjd;lksjd;lkjsa;ldkjsa;lk she’s like vansh never yelled at anyone if it wasn’t a big deal. to which V is reacting just the way i am rn.......

‘lmao reallllllllly??? i don’t remember it like that.’

more lecture and yeah, i relate to him.

ishani over here crying to angre about bachpan se leke aaj tak vansh bhai ne kabhi nahi daanta. which again i’m like?????????? i have literally only seen V1.0 yelling at ishani for some bs or the other. literally never has he shown her any pyaar; the most he’s ever mellowed at her was when he gruffly told her sunny’s “truth” and made her understand that the wedding with angre would be good for her. nostalgia comes with some reallllll rose tinted glasses huh, ki everyone’s whitewashing asshole!vansh this way.

soft ship gently chugging along!

anyway angre has a plan and ishani like so help me god imma murder this fucker if he’s not vansh. there’s my girl!!!!!

this one is driving a hardddddddd bargain and wow, really going to town on that piano. riddhima doesn’t find it shady at allllllllllllllllll that he’s an equally good piano player as vansh huh? zerooooo thoughts about that.

“gunaah karne waale se bada gunehgaar hota hai gunaah sehne waala.” bhai waaah, isske victim complex ko mera salaam, ki bechaara is ONLY GETTING 5 CRORES, BOOOOOO HOOOOO.

“jabse tumse yeh deal kii haina, badi gandiiiii waali feeling aa rahi hai!” lmaoooooo yeah sureee, i can see how torturous it is, to be paid OBSCENELY to......... play yourself.

“mujhe teen guna chahiye. i want triple.”

BITCH WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF 3X SLKJDFSLKJFLDK 15 CRORES I KNOW TERA HI PAISA HAI BUT HADH HAI BHAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!? YOU SOUNDING A LOT LIKE THIS GUY:

oh boy ishani and angre have entered hearing about “triple”.

badi safaai se he said OH I MEANT IMMA BAKE A TRIPLE LAYER CHOCOLATE CAKE FOR YOU TO SAY SORRY.

softttttttttttttttttttt siblingssssssss. baaaaabies.

but hubs and wifey have come with some stress relief for bhai, lol.

lmao riddhima’s reactionnnnnnnnn.

lo ji yeh bhi aa gaya rang mein bhang daalne. wants to make things interesting via bet. some realllllll high stakes shit. good lord, don’t be gross and bet riddhima or something, maharabharat style.

aaaaaand it’s on!

no point screaming in your mind, riddhima. should have sent him to basketball camp before you recruited him.

"bohut mazaa aayega!!!!” lmaooooooo seeeeee, i told y’all. all this big baby legit wants is someone to playyy with himmmmm. have you ever seen him look THISSSSS HAPPY EVERRRRRR??????????

——————————————————————— 

07.12.20

lmao @ his purposely bad dribbling.

stressing Dollar Biwi out some more by saying he hasn’t even watched the game on tv.

unffffff. Chehra Appreciation Break. these go out to my girl @nawaazishein​ (she knows exaaaaaaaactly why.)

riddhima is like when you pick teams, pick me, and kabir is here to talk smack and say everyone’s gonna find outtttttt nowwww.

ok great, whole fam’s here. there’s a chalkboard set up for the score and everythinggggg. coz as per usual, no one else has nothing else to do. not even catch up on their podcasts or play some candy crush or nothing. they just wanna watch these two grownass men having a pissing contest.

V wins the toss but aryan’s bitch ass lies and says kabir won it. K selects riddhima first.

he knew that kabir’s dumb ass would do exactly that. besides, he’s seen riddhima play. she sucks ass at it. best if she brings down K’s team from the inside, lol.

V’s picks: useless!chacha, angre. K’s pick: aryan. rules established, ki after every 10 points, rival team se player will be out.

all i can think of rn is that everyone went and changed and riddhima’s gonna play in her sari and heels?!?!?!?!!!?!?

game faces on!

lol such bball captain and his gf head cheerleader vibes. CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god are we supposed to sit and listen to chachi’s commentary?!?!!?!?

please note i’m literally only watching this ep to see the boys’ shirts move and expose chest and abs. 

riddhima gets the ball and is standing there in one place dribbling so that V can easily intercept and he’s just..........

............. imitating a frilled dragon or some shit?????

kabir just took the ball from her and scored.

first basket he made and he’s already telling vansh to give up. dude, hadh hoti hai overconfidence ki.

V like haar-jeet ka faisla end mein hota hai. i would say i’ve already won, getting to see this much sweaty neck and chest, mmmmhmmmmmm.

SCOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! i mean, yeah V scored a point in the game or whateverrrrrrrr, BUT **I** GOT TO SEE SOME TUMMY WHEN HE JUMPED UP!!!!!

lol idk what the sassy finger wave was for, but i liked watching it.

THIS DUMBASS. SOMEONE PLEASE JUST PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY.

aryan’s out.

AND I SCORE AGAIN!!!!! ouff, the things i have to resort to coz they don’t gimme tellywood men shirtless anymore.

useless!chacha’s out.

askljdlkjlkdjlsakjdlsakjdlsdjlaskjdlj bechaara kabir.

“you. out, please!”

sureeeeeely he will not pull the kkhh move in front of the whole fam??????/ will he?????????

look at his face, ki awwwwww, how cute that she’s trying.

riddhima is so stupid, if she scored all these points, why didn’t she pick V to leave the game instead of angre!?!?!?!!?!?

BITCH DID THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“isski har harkat vansh se kyun milti hai?????” idk sis, take a wiiiiiiiiiild guess. if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck........... MAYBE THE FUCKING 6 FOOT 2″ DUCK LOOMING IN FRONT OF YOU AND RUNNING HIS HANDS ALL OVER YOU IS YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND??????

the way he’s smiling is practically challenging her to figure it out.

she’s still like nope, not him. just a coincidence. while she mulls on that brain fart, imma stare at rrahul’s chest some more.

of course.

YOUR WHOLEASS FAMILY IS STANDING THERE WATCHING THIS OMG I’M DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENTTTTTTTT FUCKING TAKE IT TO YOUR ROOM YOU WEIRDOS

“yeh bonus hai. free of charge. just for your pretty face!”

this dumbass is also hung up ki how overnight he became good at playing basketball. abbe oh gobar ganesh why can’t you just accept it’s him?!!?!?!?

aryan’s like dude, it’s him. i’ve seen him play. this is him.

but there must be somethinggggggg unique about vansh’s style right????

ahaaaa, ambidextrous.

kabir legit threw something like that looks like a clown’s nose. i guess he just carries that around full time coz he’s a 🤡🤡🤡

blah blah we already knew this from the precap. i’m just fwding to when he plays with the left and wins.

lmao V’s faaaaaaaaace. when kabir finally gets his day of reckoning, vansh is really nottttttt gonna hold back.

never seen ppl THIS happy to see a left handed person, lol.

“vihaan vansh ki tarah left hand se khel sakta hai??????”

CUTESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmaoooooooooo his face is like jo toota nahi tha, woh bhi tod ke rakh degi.

lolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. asshole.

uh huh honeyyyyyyyyy. did the Vansh Move.

asking how you did all this when i never told you these facts about vansh?

“tum zaroorat se zyaada sochti ho, Sweetheart.”

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“kya aisa humne pehle kabhi nahi kiya? kya yeh pal humaari zindagi mein kabhi bhi nahi aaya, riddhima?” he said her name The Vansh Way, not The Vihaan Way!!!!!!!

“tum mere......”

“haan riddhima, yeh tumhara veham nahi hai. main vihaan nahi, vansh hoon. tumhara vansh.”

haaaaaaye bechaari. at this point i’m feeling quite bad for her. it’s not her fault she’s so stupid. ab hai toh hai. kya kar sakte hain. bedagarkkkkkk ho tera, vansh. may you die of blue balls for fucking with her simple mind this way.

i just did my homework reallllllllllly well, it seems. so my 3x payment is totally worth it. god i wish that pool was full, so that i could dunk his head into it and hold it there for a few minutes.

THIS ASSHOLE DOESN’T EVEN FEEL A LITTLE BIT BAD FOR WHAT HE’S DOING. LIKE, THODAAAA TOH HE SHOULD FEEL.

and then he turns around and looks at her like this!?!?!?!!?!?!? OUFFFF. FUCK YOU MANNNNNN.

blah blah talk about how now everyone must be convinced (except kabir) but yeah, i’m just here for The Face.

JFC SIS. AT THIS POINT YOU JUST NEED TO PULL A KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA AND YANK A FEW HAIRS OUT FROM HIM AND ISHANI AND SEND IT FOR A DNA TEST.

shhhhhhhhhh, koi hai. yup. and not at all an excuse to get touchy touchy with wifey and give her some more mindfucky clues as to who you are.

someone’s watching us, we gotta sort out the property shit realllll quickkkkkkkkk.

he has An Idea, it seems. oh boy.

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep11 Thoughts *Spoilers*

thoughts under cut to keep tag from being cluttered :)

- Oh yeah I forgot that Chad was blackmailing Veronica about the dirty dealings in her company even though it’s not her at all (unless it’s just been so long and I’ve forgotten but she’s my baby and I feel like I would’ve remembered but-

- Hiram and this dumb prison is one of the worst things for this show it’s a constant plot of people escaping and it’s so annoying like sure Hiram owns it and he was in the jail but no one has, like, taken him back to jail…??? Hiram is a fucking disease smh

- “back to remote learning” why didn’t you just stay that way though… like even right now in covid schools are opening back up and kids are complaining because it’s still not safe so like… just… go back to it??? I’m so not built for this world fasdhfkahf

- Veronica and Smithers 🥺🥺💞💞

- the way Veronica hugs Archie is so cute bc she’s so tiny but like she always gives her all and Archie is just 😐 never giving anything ahjfsdfsh it’s quite sad you can tell how done KJ is with Varchie lol

- “I really hate that I’m dragging you through this.” … what about constantly pulling him into your mob boss father mess that the writers refuse to allow you to escape from?

- “until you and Chad are officially done, I think we should keep our distance.” Varchie bones!!! you just KNOW that Archie has been looking forward to this because that man is whole heartedly in love with Betty and has been since forever and that while Chad prolongs the divorce papers, Archie will not be waiting for Veronica considering he doesn’t want her. Varchie = bones we love to see it!

- now who tf would join Penelope Blossom’s ministry… no one, realistically.

- can Cheryl stop being given the craziest and usually most boring plots ever please...

- Not someone holding a gun to Tabitha literally don’t hurt Riverdale’s best girl weirdo

- these bitches really haven’t aged huh…. poor Veronica though being robbed but like they stole some watches or something and the opal like that’s all you take..?? okay-

- Fangs 💞💞💞💞💞 also rip to him having to work with his ex tho

- STOP HAVING ARCHIE GO TO HIRAM WE’RE TIRED

- You know considering the whole reason why Hiram is still here as the villain and ruining Veronica’s life/growth to keep her in his plots al because Mark is a big soap opera celeb and apparently brings in money, you’d assume they would give him GOOD shit instead of everything he’s gotten. If they hadn’t of hired Mark can you imagine how much better off the show would be if they didn’t have to keep him around bc of his status????? God why-

- Reggie’s always there for Veronica muah…. oh fuck me I guess fjasjkdf

- “I work for one Lodge and it’s not you.” lmao okay??? you acting like that’s a flex, and that you’re working for the better Lodge who literally left you to die after the Serpents thought you shot Fangs so-

- MARTY BEING WHY REGGIE IS WORKING FOR HIRAM…….. YOUR DAD IS ABUSIVE LET HIM HANDLE HIS OWN DEBT??? God both Veronica and Reggie are always fucked over when it comes to their parents huh

- don’t you just love when they make characters act ooc for a plot ahhhhhh it’s totally fun to watch and totally not frustratingly annoying

- “FOR OLD TIMES SAKE.” 💞💞💞 we love Veggie even though they made Veronica act ooc and hurt him back then and they weren’t given an actual chance.

- “don’t be such a Betty” now why is Betty so surprised she only ever had fun when she was with Archie, when she’s with Jughead all she did was do what she wanted and order him around so likeefjhakdfh

- “he shouldn’t really be my problem anymore.” BUGHEAD BONES YASSSSS

- I know it was just a sound they used but like that squish sound when Darla kicked Tom’s face… did she like smash his face in damn what is this The Walking Dead?

- see the problem with them randomly bringing characters/parents in when they need them is that they’re never around so like no one really cares… like they could have utilized the parents so much (and Skeet and Marisol never would have left) and it would have been so much better than random appearances that make them look incompetent and awful parents because they’re never there during all the other times their kids need them. but we have to see the two toxic parents that won’t go away constantly??? literally what the fuck

- Betty calling Jughead’s writing cringey wbk she’s never liked his writing she was just stroking his ego bc she was his gf and had to be supportive lmaoo

- why are these 60+ year old men beating up Jughead like for why???

- so they just forgot that Tom was checking in on the convict huh gotta love dumbing down characters for plot!

- Fangs with his switchblade muah

- jealous Tabitha muahhh over a password

- “wait THE BETTY?"

- Cheryl looks so good

- Find meaning in his death… girl didn’t you not care that your husband killed your son over the illegal maple stuff I forgot the plot but it was something illegal and dumb

- “drain the vein” …...

- Reggie helping muah

- Why is Archie acting like an ass? like sure he doesn’t know that Chad is abusive and toxic but c’mon fucker you cheated on her and never apologized and you don’t even wanna be with her in the first place so why are you acting like you’re personally hurt sit down

- God Archie really hates Veronica huh… I don’t even blame him considering the shit she’s brought him into time and time again.

- Jughead was kicked like maybe five times yet he was fine falling out of a two story window and the serpent imitation but now he needs antibiotics..? plot convenience!

- literally don’t remember anything about Doc tbh or him talking to Donna and Bret like—

- ever since Negan people are obsessed with bats with barbed wire.

- also! yes please kill Hiram <3 I know they end up saving him bc of the opal but c'mon

- they searched basically nothing for five seconds wow such great detective work you guys!

- we know you just want his manuscript Jessica

- Cheryl with her rainbow skirt how cute!

- “daddykins” girl you’re like 25

- Veronica acting like she cares about Hiram fjsadhkfhas these guys thinking that they’d kill Hiram even though they need him lol

- bad bitch Ronnie we love her even though she’s gonna have to save her father to save others and get her opal </3

- not Veronica calling Archie first and not Kevin considering Kevin’s dad is there…. this is the pandering va fan service bs we have bc it makes no sense and it’s so forced

- Fangs knowing Archie rides with tools in his truck mmhm that’s a little sus idk how but archiefangs agenda coming through!

- no one would actually believe that Jessica ashkjdfsj and they take this bait…??? you gotta be joking lmao

- Jug got to help doc this time 🥺😭

- …. tell me why when he said boyfriend I immediately thought of Reggie I hate myself for wishing fahsdjkfsafj

- okay as cheesy and corny and awful the fight scene is since they posted a clip of it, them working together is so refreshing and nice we love leader!Veronica bc she’s so good at it. but the show only cares for Betty which is funny since she’s an awful detective fbahsdjfj

- my god enough with Jason’s body!!!!!!!!! you burned his body please let him stay dead let his body rest

- okay but the back and forth from Betty and Jessica is so good like I wish we could get that kind of rivalry drama type stuff all the time. too bad they refuse to let Veronica act like a normal person and get angry at being cheated on and such :/ when will Veronica slap the fuck out of Betty

- he’s not a blameless victim but Betty take responsibility for how awful a person you are PLEASE

- THE VOICEMAILLLLLLL Jughead only speaks the truth! it’s weird that he only realized what we all knew about Betty after but whatever, finally he gets upset like damn. also jeronica crumb he’s the only one to ever include Veronica smh ALSO Cole acted the fuck outta this voice mail muah

- the way Betty just sits there uncaring… she really is a freak huh god when will someone punch her in the face and take her ego down a million notches she’s so annoying

- “that’s darkness.” …?? what?

- the way bh’s relationship parallels jughead’s with Jessica though. the unhealthy habits, the bad energy, etc. except Jessica left it and Betty didn’t and it turned Betty into whatever the fuck this is. I miss s1 Betty :/

- so when will they sue Jessica for drugging them? mmhm probably never

- poor Tabitha being the only one who cares about jughead tho

- oh no I forgot there was a random musical number…

- you’re gonna have Betty and Tabitha act like THAT and not put them together so rude

- when will Cheryl be free from her mom. is was like turned on by abuse or something sigh why do the toxic (and most boring!) parents get plots and screen time and everyone else doesn’t...

- Veronica would be able to do Moree than pepper spray but whatever only Betty is allowed be “badass"

- fangs being fangs ugh so sexy my babyyyyy

- Trevor Stines is so attractive it’s a shame they only bring him back for five seconds to traumatize Cheryl over and over again though </3

- wow varchie in a pop’s booth what season is this again??

- god it’s so upsetting how amazing varchie would have been as just friends…

- the way he smiled at Veronica was so contradicting to the blank, “please don’t” expression when she was telling him she was gonna get divorced as fast as possible. why can’t he just admit he doesn’t want to be with her!!!!!! my god they’ve put off barchie long enough just let them be together so their characters can finally act in character and stop being so awful and annoying

- “this cause” what cause you fucking weirdo

- not Hiram threatening the mayor he could literally be your downfall if we had good writers fjasdkjfasf

- jughead how would you have killed him with a small wooden basket

- I like doc so much but I know we’ll never see him again until we randomly need him seasons from noow

- Betty wasn’t hit by the drugs until after the message though… how would she not remember? it didn’t seem to be doing anything to Betty until the bunker

- hopefully since they’re friends now Tabitha can make Betty act like a decent human being <3

- the way Tabitha looked at Betty please stop doing this to me...

- maybe we can finish that dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jabitha rising bughead dying we love to see it!

wow that episode felt like it was two hours long but thankfully I finally finished it… don’t have many actual thoughts but anyways hope you enjoyed my live blog of my thoughts!

[gerberbabey]

cocaine | kiara carrera

madison bailey rlly met her gf ON TIKTOK, thats wild and now i see that my chances arent as low as i believe. anyways love that for them.

writing this made me so damn depressed. like if anyone would like to fall in love w me, im just here...chillin.

masterlist | cocain series: 2 | 3 

summary: Kiara falls in love with someone who isn’t willing to love anymore (story inspired by the mentioned song and this scene).

warnings: that gay shit, cursing, angst, underage drug use, underage drinking, mentions of dying, unrequited love?

♫ Cocaine by Pink Sweat$ ♫

Kooks could talk as much shit as they wanted but it didn’t exactly stop them from showing up at the boneyard for a kegger. They whined and complained about Pogues but still came around to the other side of the island because they knew they would have a good time.

“It’s like watching National Geographic,” Kie winced and you sputtered out a laugh, stumbling back as you tried to keep the water from dripping onto your clothes. There was a pocket of Kooks jumping around to the music, moving in a weird sort of unison that was both stiff and awkward.

“Ew,” Kie laughed as you leaned forward to spit out the water that you had been trying to drink. To be honest it wasn’t that funny of a comment but you were also high of your ass so everything was hilarious.

“I can’t breathe,” you huffed out and Kie had to hold you steady when you stumbled into her. You were laughing so hard that it was at that point where you weren’t even making any noise. She couldn’t stop herself from laughing because of how hard you were laughing.

“Oh my god (Y/N) it wasn’t even that funny!”

“Then why are you laughing?!”

“Because you’re laughing!”

The two of you burst out into another fit of giggles as you wrapped your arms around the girl, resting your head on her chest as she wrapped her arms around you and struggled to keep the two of you standing.

“Are you two ok?” Pope walked up to the two of you just as you stumbled into the sand in a laughing heap. You let out one giggled and took in a deep breath as you stared up at Pope, your head hazy and heavy.

“Chillin dude,” you drawled out and Pope shook his head before he helped the two of you up. Kia brushed off the sand from her curls and you gave an aggressive shake of your head as you brushed out the sand from hair at the same time. Kie let out a noise and Pope stepped back to avoid any sand flying at him.

When you stopped you stumbled to straighten up. Everything around you was moving fast and yet slow at the same time and you let out a laugh.

Kie couldn’t help but look at you with a dopey look on her face. She wished she could tell you just how much she loved you. The day Kie had realized she was in love with her best friend was a bit of a stressful one. Kie was a firm believer of the “No Pogue on Pogue macking rule”. Not only did she believe it would change everything if broken, she also didn’t want to have a reason to be tied down to the Outer Banks. She loved her friends, her family, and her life on the island but she knew she was capable of so much more. Deep down in her heart she knew that she was meant to travel the world. That the best way for her to succeed was to get out of the Outer Banks and into the world.

But then one day she looked into your eyes and knew she loved you. That she was in love with you.

You were friends with the Pogues before she’d joined the group but you were the first one she met. You met the rest of the Pogues through JJ, and then had integrated Kie into the group after you started working at The Wreck.

After the betrayal of Sarah Cameron and the pain she went through being ostracized by her entire school, meeting you and then the boys had been her saving grace. Sure you weren’t jumping to your feet to try and help baby sea turtles into the ocean, but you always listened to her. You understood her.

“I mean everyone’s freaking out about plastic straws but the cups are like...more plastic,” you added to her rant and she nodded enthusiastically.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying!”

She was pretty much convinced the two of you were soulmates the day you had played her a playlist that you made just for her.

Yet even though she was so head over heels in love there was too many reasons why she couldn’t tell you.

One of the biggest reasons was your lack of faith in love and relationships. Convincing you that falling in love and being in love was a good thing proved to be a difficult feat. You’d been hurt so much by the concept of love that you’d moved past the point of thinking you’d ever fall in love. You left it behind and believed wholeheartedly that it wasn’t something meant for you. You didn’t believe in marriage and didn’t believe that you would ever find that person. You’d stopped looking and that meant that you couldn’t and wouldn’t see Kie in the way she wished you would.

“Yo (Y/N)!”

You and your friends turned at that and Kie watched you grin as you ran up to the boy who called you. You jumped into his arms and Kie bit her lip.

“Dude! What the fuck is up?!” You yelled as the boy laughed and let you down. You were jumping around excitedly, “Yo when did you get home?”

“Yesterday.”

“Who’s that?” Kie asked JJ and the boy turned to look at what she was talking about.

“Huh? Oh that’s Quincy, he graduated last year I think? Went to the Navy or something, him and (Y/N) were really close.”

“Oh.”

Kie wondered why she never heard about Quincy.

“Kie!!!” You waved her over and Kie pushed down that weird feeling that was rising up and hid it with a smile. She moved to stand by you and tried not preen when you took her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and holding on tight. She hoped that Quincy would conclude that she was yours. (You may not have been hers, but she was wholeheartedly yours).

“Kie this Quincy. He was my fuckin plug before he left,” you laughed and Quincy crossed his arms and gave you a look. Kie felt a little relieved but then thought about this.

“Didn’t you start smoking when you were like...in middle school?” Kie asked and Quincy laughed while you shrugged.

“Yeah, can you imagine how I felt seeing this 12 year old asking me if I sold?”

Kie tried not to cringe. You’d been smoking for way longer than she’d known you. Your tolerance surpassed JJ, likely because of your lack of tolerance breaks. Kie could argue that at least you’d only smoked weed and hadn’t dove into other, harder drugs. The one time you had, Kie nearly had a heart attack and the boys almost killed a boy for urging you to take it.

You’d told her once that you just really liked how being high made you feel. The strain you smoked made you feel relaxed. It eased your mind and your body.

You told her that you started smoking after your parents separated. They’d fallen out of love and decided that rather than being adults and dealing with their issues themselves, they’d put the weight and stress of their problems onto your shoulders. A year later you had decided you were going to quit because you’d fallen in love with your boyfriend of a year and a half. You nearly did stop getting high, but then your boyfriend broke up with you, didn’t tell you you why, and then ghosted you.

3 days later he’d posted about his new girlfriend (he’d reassured you nothing was going on between them when you were together. The time stamp of the filtered picture told you and everyone else otherwise).

Kie wanted to spite the people who’d led to the walls you built around your heart.

You had guided Kie and Quincy back over to the other Pogues and Kie couldn’t help but cling to you that night. She didn’t like Quincy’s familiarity with you. It was kind of childish really but it’d been a while since you’d looked eager to interact with anybody who weren’t the Pogues. Kie’s heart skipped a beat when she realized how absolutely ok you were with her holding and touching you.

“Hey...(Y/N)?”

“Hmm..?”

The two of you were laying in her bed. The kegger had ended some time ago and though the two of you would’ve usually stayed at the Chateau with the boys, she’d decided she wanted to spend the rest of her night alone with you. She’d appreciated Quincy taking the two of you to her house.

“You really don’t think you’re going to get married?” she questioned quietly and she watched you open your eyes and look into her own.

“Hm...Yeah. Probably not,” you told her honestly.

“Why not?”

“...I don’t know. I don’t think I’d want to commit to someone that much. Plus...I don’t think anyone would wanna commit to being with me either.”

Kie would.

“But what if someone loves you...so so much, but you just won’t open yourself up to them? Would you really risk losing that before you even know it?”

You stayed silent at that. This was something that constantly went through your mind. sometimes you thought about those “what if” moments constantly. What if you’d given that boy a chance? Would you be in love with him now? Would the two of you be happy?

Yet you also thought: but maybe the two of you would be miserable instead. Maybe it would just lead to more pain.

“I don’t know if I could deal with being hurt because of love again.”

“...Ok...”

The two of you eventually drifted off to sleep. Kie’s chest hurt but she dreamt about kissing you.

Kie sometimes wished that she could be the one to bring your heart out of its hiding place. She wanted to be the person that you were willing to finally love. She wanted you to toss aside the risk of getting hurt because she’d make it clear to you that she would never hurt you.

JJ had gotten too high once, and had told her that you and him sometimes went to the dock and just sat there in silence. That the two of you would allow your worries to ease just by being beside one another and that you both knew that even without talking, or venting, or even smoking, you understood how JJ felt and JJ understood how you felt.

Kie wanted that.

She wished she didn’t have to push so hard for you to feel comfort in her, but she would continue pushing nonetheless. Despite how close the two of you were as friends, vulnerable moments were rare with you. 

“Kie, I need you to leave this alone ok? It’s seriously not any of your business,” you’d tried to shake her off and she only became angrier. The boys had shuffled out of the room the moment you’d walked in with Kie yelling at you.

She had went to pick you up and caught you snorting a line of...something, in your room.

“None of my business!? I can’t just let you hurt yourself like this (Y/N)!”

“Kie you smoke with me! Fucking weed is killing me just as much as any other drug would! If you cared so much then don’t cherry pick what you decide to care about!”

“Don’t ever tell me how I feel!”

“God you’re not my fucking mom Kie, just stop!”

“No (Y/N)!”

You’d stormed off after that argument. Out of all the people in your life you thought Kie would be the last person the chastise you for anything you did. You thought she understood. Kie felt terrible when you didn’t come around to the Chateau or even talk to her and the Pogues for the rest of the day. Kie’s heart was in your hands and you were squeezing.

The next day, Kie had bursted into your room crying.

“You can’t be mad at me for just wanting you to be ok...” she sobbed and you held her tight to you. 

“I know Kie, I know. I’m sorry,” you mumbled into her hair before you gave her a kiss on the forehead. She pulled back to look at you and she took in the worried expression on your face. She was hyper aware of the feeling of your thumbs stroking her cheek. Kie shut her eyes and leaned forward to press her lips onto yours.

Her heart broke into a million pieces when you gasped and backed away.

“Oh my god...” Kie sobbed and stood from where the two of you had clung to each other on your bed, “I’m sorry-I just..I’m gonna go-” 

You couldn’t say a word as you watched Kie rush out of your room.

“Fuck!” she yelled before the door slammed shut.

part 2...?

[galacticnova3]

I Demand Iru Facts (if you’re up for it ofc!)

A

Yes I am up for it! I don’t think I talk nearly enough about my fcs here but I think I wanna change that. At the very least it will be the problem of everyone following me here and not just my cool and epic Discord friends. That being said I’m gonna just share the major info about him before/instead of just giving facts bc otherwise nothing will make sense. That’s just how it is with a lot of my stuff. This gets super long because I am bad at keeping stuff brief and in general there’s just a lot to him, whoops... Looks like I’ll be using another readmore tonight.

Iru was an Umbramaker! They are bootleg Mirror World Starcutters, which Mirror Halcandra definitely designed on their own and not by stealing and subsequently copying Overworld Halcandra’s Starcutter blueprints. To be fair, there are a few differences, but most of them are just aesthetic and don’t really change much. Anyways, Iru was specifically designed for disaster relief and material transportation. That’s why, if you have seen his refs, he had those two big mechanical arms. Very useful for moving rubble or lifting large pieces of metal for use in construction. Nowadays they... aren’t used for such beneficial things, though...

Like their Overworld counterparts, Umbramaker AIs are programmed to learn from their environment and the people around them, which is pretty useful! At least it is until one spends a lot of time around someone who’s not a great person, and subsequently picks up habits and ideas that make them insufferable! That’s what happened to Iru. He’s misogynistic and a thot, self-centered, inconsiderate, manipulative, generally annoying, and blames people not liking him on jealousy or misunderstanding. So, in other words, an incel minus anything literally sexual. Obviously that was a problem, and it got to the point that basically everyone who knew him had negative feelings toward him, other than the guy who rubbed off on him. He died though, and Iru didn’t really care at the time. But everyone hated him, and it really fucked up his relationships with other Umbramakers, most notably leading to him being broken up with by another ship he had been “dating” (Umbramakers can’t really date because of a lot of reasons but their relationship had that vibe), who had discovered she was biromantic and also couldn’t stand what Iru had become.

Iru was already pretty fucking hurt and pissed over that, except she then went on to spread rumors about him being involved in anti-government activities. Which, well, Mirror Halcandra didn’t take lightly, on top of having already been looking for excuses to “recycle” (see: kill and repurpose the parts of) Iru because he and his obnoxious personality were getting in the way of efficiency and productivity. There wasn’t any proof that he’d actually done anything wrong, but basically anyone who disliked Iru was saying it was true... which was just about anyone who had known him for more than 10 minutes. Given it was his word against the vast majority, and Umbramakers weren’t even considered to be people(mush like Starcutters in the Overworld), it probably isn’t difficult to guess how things went for him. There was no trial, and in fact they literally turned his voice off to make him shut up. Then his AI was shut off and he was taken to be disassembled.

At an earlier time in Mirror Halcandra’s history, his story would have ended here. This was not an earlier time, though. See, the truth is, such treatment of Umbramakers wasn’t extremely unusual. Despite having emotions and thoughts and relationships and all that, they were still viewed as nothing more than your average computer, just in a larger form. Unlike Overworld Halcandra, which was and still is doing less than great financially, Mirror Halcandra could afford to replace their toys as soon as they showed signs of breaking or underperforming. It happened often enough that they reached a point of complacency. During Iru’s disassembly, something was removed improperly, which registered as damage. He woke up, and it wasn’t difficult for him to figure out what was going on.

Another usually useful feature of Umbramakers, which actually wasn’t copied from Starcutters, is their ability to use parts interchangeably, so long as there wasn’t too much of a size difference. Great for the situation of a ship damaging something like, say, a wing; they can use a wing not originally designed for them temporarily until the damaged one is repaired or replaced. Not so great when that allows a now rogue ship to just grab whatever he could attach to himself and then escape the country before preparations could be made to stop him. Negative levels of great when you consider the temporary aspect of using the wrong parts; now you’ve got perfectly fine ships being attacked and having their parts stolen, and storage facilities being raided, for the bastard to keep replacements on hand. Oh, and he also looks like shit because he’s got multiple conflicting aesthetics.

Iru honestly didn’t enjoy living like that. For one, it was uncomfortable physically, even if he’d managed to convince himself that what he was doing wasn’t uncomfortable morally. Secondly, it was just boring! Nobody to talk to or hang out with, all he did was just fly around or plan his next attack/raid for new parts, nothing to shake things up. Sure, the sense of power it gave him was cool; nobody listened to him at all before, but now he had the influence to make people beg. He found satisfaction in being feared by anyone who recognized him. But even that lost its shine after a few decades... Until he connected to the messaging system of another rogue Umbramaker. She was smaller, too small for him to consider getting parts from, and a much older model anyways. She also didn’t know who he was, or what he looked like.

Naturally, he saw this as a huge win, because obviously he was going to get a new gf who wouldn’t betray him like his old one. That didn’t happen though, on account of him still being obnoxious and a creep. Didn’t help that when he finally tracked her down to meet up she was disgusted by him and immediately left. He still kept in touch, against her will, even to the point that you might have called it stalking. Through that, he learned of a Starcutter; she didn’t have the cool and aloof personality he was interested in, but at that point he didn’t care because he was sick of being rejected. Same thing happened again but faster, due to there being no physical encounter because god damnit he forgot the milfs can communicate with each other. He still wanted to meet her though, and he did! Mostly to find out more about the other Umbramaker’s whereabouts, and as an added bonus he tricked the Starcutter’s pilot into giving him admin rights over himself! Threats really work wonders, huh?

That was all fine and good, and by now he’d taken to vibing outside the Mirror World because that’s what the other two were doing. One day he spotted the Starcutter again, and took to following her around and trying to flirt with her because he’s a fucking creep. He would not admit that it took him several days to realize he had, in fact, been talking to a mimic the entire time. Partly because he was too self absorbed to realize the “Starcutter” not immediately telling him to fuck off was unusual, because he assumed he’d charmed her. The mimic was just as confused as he was, honestly; usually they fail to keep up the act to a convincing degree for so long around people who know the real ship that they’re imitating. Even more confusing was the fact that when they were found out, Iru didn’t try to attack them or something. No, he actually stuck around for some reason, casually ignoring murder because he finally found someone who didn’t hate him.

The two become what could arguably be considered friends, and eventually Iru opens up about himself and his old life and how much it sucked to be him and how sick he was of the monotony of his existence and probably some overdramatic stuff mixed in with all that. The mimic hears all that and keeps it in mind for later. Stuff gets more difficult for Iru as parts that fit him become better guarded and the ships he could steal from get harder to find. His raids become riskier, and eventually the mimic decided enough was enough and points out that he can’t keep that up forever. Iru is like “oh wow thanks for the advice /s”, until the mimic introduces the concept of him becoming a mimic. It takes a solid not-even-an-hour to convince him that that’d be preferable were it possible. In the process he delivered a powerful and emotional monologue, which the mimic didn’t care about because look, they figured out how to get the monster juice out of themself that’d make him a fellow disgusting flesh boat! Iru is offended but also takes the chance for a better life.

Currently, he’s living at some point a few weeks after that, much to everyone’s dismay.

And that’s how Iru became a vile meat creature after having already become a horrible Frankenstein’s monster of different ships’ parts! The moral of the story is, if you’re gonna kill someone, do it right, or else they might defy the laws of nature, science, and the government to become physically capable of biting you in the ass.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - How A Star Is Born ch.IV

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.III - ch.V

AO3 link

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Stan allowed the cool, salt-scented breeze ruffled his clothes as he leaned forward at the window, watching lightning strike the ocean from a far. He and the kid were safe. A gust of wind threatened to kill the fire, so Stan closed the window and turned back to the fireplace, where Dipper sat flexing his hand after wrapping some bandages around his scraped knuckles. He stood up and grinned at his teacher. “I��m ready, what else have you got?”

“Hold it, buddy boy, that’s enough for today.” Stan chuckled and sat in his chair covered in furs, making a comfortable small throne for the king of the house. “Just relax.”

“C’mon, please.” Dipper begged and stood by his side. “This is the best I’ve ever done, let’s see if I can beat my record on the obstacle course or something!”

“Listen, key to being a hero is knowing when to start and when to stop.” Stan said as he leaned back and relaxed. “You might be a demigod, but you still need rest. Just sit back and enjoy the storm happening outside and try to put something in your gut. Soup’s almost ready, anyways.”

Dipper sighed, admitting defeat, and sat on his pillow next to Stan’s big chair. After a year of training with him, though his body still ached from time to time, he was succeeding more than failing recently. It was like he was finally on his way to becoming a true hero. He didn’t want to stop, not when he was so close to being with his family, but he knew better than to push Stan on an argument, and so he watched the fire crackle as he heard the lightning storm outside. “Stanford must be mad.” Dipper said to fill the air.

Stan snorted; Dipper had learned by now that the old guy had a weird hatred for the Ruler of the Gods. Ever since that first introduction Dipper never said another word about Stanford being his potential family, since clearly Stan wasn’t buying it, but every once in a while Dipper would talk to Mabel through the drawings of his journal, and she was always praising him and telling him stories of her and Grunkle Ford. Dipper believed her and decided to just keep his connections to his family to himself.

“Doesn’t take much to make that jerk mad.” Stan muttered and stood up to mix the soup.

Dipper shrugged, thought about his question, and decided to risk it and ask his mentor, “You got something against Stanford?”

“What makes you ask, kiddo?”

Again, Dipper shrugged. “You don’t really bad-mouth the other gods. I mean, I don’t care if you do, but you just seem to have something against one of the most powerful gods despite the possibility he could strike your house and burn it to the ground.”

“Ha! That’d be a new one.” Stan laughed harshly and tasted the soup and shrugged. “Eh, we’ll give it a few minutes. Anyways, I guess the other gods just ain’t worth my bad-mouthing. But if it’ll make you feel better I’ll bad-mouth the others, too, to make it fair.” He joked.

Dipper chuckled and let slip, “I don’t care as long as you leave Mabel out of it.”

“Right, your sister.” Dipper was surprised that Stan had remembered that; he never talked about his sister to him. “You miss her, don’t you, kid?” The old man asked, his back still to his student as he stirred dinner.

Dipper sighed and nodded. “I just wanna be a family again, that’s all.”

Stan finally turned to him and he ruffled the boy’s hair, making his bangs stick up and reveal his birthmark. “You’ll get there. I promise.”

Dipper smiled, flattened his hair again, and said, “Thanks.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Olympus was filled to the brim and busy, the ballroom crowded and loud as the audience waited for the introduction of the Muse in Training. Stanford sat in his throne with Fiddleford by his side, both grinning and excited to see how far their little girl had come. The messenger even had a colorful array of flowers on his lap to give to her when she finished her performance.

“She’s grown up so much.” Stanford said.

“Indeed.” Fiddleford agreed.

The Ruler of the Gods glanced over at his closest friend and asked, “Do you think I’m too hard on her?”

“In what way?”

Stanford shrugged. “She wants to leave Olympus.”

“Not forever, my friend. She just wants t’see the world. Every other god gets t’come n’ go from here, she simply wishes t’as well.” Fiddleford reminded him.

Stanford took in a deep breath, held it, and let it go. “I’m thinking of giving her a curfew.”

Fiddleford blinked in shock and then grinned. “Really?”

“Perhaps… it’ll be good for her to have some time to herself.” Stanford theorized. “If I made it clear that she must be home by sundown, and if I gave her permission to go exploring after her lessons…”

“I think that’s a fair compromise.” Fiddleford said with a nod. “Really, has she done anythang t’prove she couldn’t be trusted?”

Stanford shook her head. “No. She’s the most honest, trustworthy person I know, right next to you and Bill, of course.”

“No offense taken.” Fiddleford chose to ignore Bill’s name drop.

“Then it’s settled.” Stanford sat up straighter. “After her performance, I shall grant her a curfew and allow her to explore the valley below us.”

“I think that’s a good start.” Fiddleford patted his shoulder. “You’re doin’ the right thang.”

Horns rang through the air, glittering smoke filled the air and collected in five groups, and there five beautiful ladies in white dresses stood on the stage, ready to introduce their apprentice. Stanford and Fiddleford applauded for the stunning arrival, along with the other gods, and after a swift show-off of their beautiful voices, the Muses parted ways to make way for the newest among them… but no one came.

A minute of dead, shocked, confused silence was deafening on the mountain, until a booming voice rang through and caused lightning to strike. “MABEL!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“A little more bandages, some grapes for being a good boy, and a kiss to make it feel better.” Mabel kissed the tiny ankle by the black hoof and grinned at the animal by her side, sitting on the soft grass on her knees. “All done! You’re back in action, Waddles.”

The pig stood on all four to do a little trot in place. He oinked happily to find no pain in his leg and he licked Mabel’s cheek in thanks as she scooped him up to hug him. “Aw, you’re welcome.”

A clash of lightning over her head rang out. Mabel’s heart dropped as she looked up the mountain behind her, dark clouds hiding the top. She cringed and sighed. “I missed the concert, didn’t I?”

She knew it was risky to sneak away right before her debut, but she had to! The little piggy was hurt, caught in a branch, and Mabel had freed him yesterday and swiftly returned home, but Waddles still needed to be cleaned up or he could get an infection, so the first chance she got the young goddess slipped away and helped the animal.

Mabel stood up and sighed. No point in trying to hide. As if on cue, Fiddleford could be seen running down the mountain at super speed and relaxed at seeing Mabel in the valley. He ran up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Mabel! Ya know you’re not allowed off Olympus! Stanford’s worried sick.”

“I know, I know!” Mabel whined. “But Waddles needed me.”

“Who?” Fiddleford looked down at the pig oinking at Mabel’s feet and rubbing against her legs.

“Waddles.” Mabel introduced. “I call him that because he waddles.”

“Sweetie, ya ain’t suppose to name it.” Fiddleford said with his eyes shut. “Once you name it, ya start gettin’ attached t’it. Now c’mon, I’m supposed t’take ya home.”

Mabel took the time to scratch Waddles goodbye and then allowed Fiddleford to walk her up the mountain gloomily.

At the gate Stanford was pacing, a nervous wreck, but when he saw his niece, rather than relax, he was hysterical. He pulled her into a tight hug and checked all over her body for injuries, and then proceeded to grab her by the shoulder tightly and walk her into their temple with Fiddleford behind them, prepared to play referee and to stop his friend if he became too harsh.

“Mable, how dare you leave without my permission!”

“I’m sorry, but Waddles the pig needed my help…”

“I don’t care, let the other gods take care of it if they see fit to do so!” Stanford snapped. “You are to stay on Olympus where I can keep you safe!”

“Grunkle Ford, please, nothing has ever happened to me and…” She bit her lip. Oops.

Stanford’s whole face turned red with anger. “You’ve been down on Earth before, haven’t you? Haven’t you?!”

“O-Only twice.” Mabel mumbled to her feet with her hands behind her back.

“MABEL!”

“Stanford, control yourself.” Fiddleford said warningly next to his partner.

“Sweetheart, do you have any idea how dangerous Earth is?!” Stanford scolded. “Have I taught you nothing?! You could have been kidnapped, or hurt, or worse!”

“I can take care of myself, I’ve been doing it for thirteen years.” Mabel said weakly.

“You are not ready!” Stanford bellowed. “You’re just a little girl! You’re too…” He bit his tongue and backtracked, stopping himself from saying something hurtful. “You’re only thirteen! You’re not ready for the mortal world!”

But Mabel was staring up at him, finally, with eyes filled with tears. “You were gonna say ‘weak’, weren’t you?”

“N-No.” The god looked cornered. “No, sweetheart, I wasn’t.” He had never been the best at lying.

Mabel bit her lip. “You think I’m weak. You think I’m just some stupid girl.”

Stanford got on his knees and put his polydactyl hands on her shoulders. “Mabel, darling, no…”

Mabel shrugged his hands off of her and walked past the males for her bedroom. “It’s fine, I don’t care. Bet you wished I was taken instead of Mason, huh?” And she closed the door behind her harshly.

Stanford stared at the wood that separated him from his family. For a few moments no one moved or said a word, until Stanford said weakly, “Do you think she truly believes that, or only said it out of mixed emotions?”

Fiddleford stood behind him and patted his shoulder. “Well, in retrospect, ya don’t talk ‘bout him. At all. N’ when ya do, you’re extremely mournful of it.”

“Yes, but not because…”

“I know,” Fiddleford stopped him. “N’ I think she knows it, too, deep down, but I think she needs a gentle reminder that that’s not how ya feel. Give her some alone time to breathe, n’ then talk to her, not yell at her.”

Stanford nodded and rose with shaking knees. He was surprised to find a smile on Fiddleford’s face. “What?”

“She reminds me a lot of her great… excuse me, her grunkle.” Fiddleford shared.

Stanford snorted. “We are a lot alike…”

“I wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout you.” Fiddleford said as he walked away. “I’m just sayin’ that sneakin’ off t’care for an animal n’ namin’ it n’ basically adoptin’ it as a pet is somethang a young god once did.” And he left Stanford alone with his thoughts.

He sighed and muttered to himself, “I know she is a lot like him. That’s what worries me.”

~~~~~~~~~~

If Stanford was honest, he admired Mabel’s room. It was a beautiful place with fluffy clouds, a big window showcasing the world below, a soft bed with a nightstand that hosted her music box and a vase of her family, and every inch of her walls was coated in paintings. Birds, people, trees, animals, the moon and sun, everything, even the ceiling, was covered in beautiful paintings. Stanford always loved to sit with her and talk, and occasionally be given permission to paint with her, though he felt unworthy of that privilege today.

Through the door he could hear the music box playing. That was a relatively good sign. Grunkle Ford gently knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. “Mabel, sweetie, may I come in?”

“Mm, hm.”

Grunkle Ford slowly opened the door and found her in her usual spot. Criss-cross on the bed, by her nightstand, and hugging her pillow with her arms and legs and she had her face down on the fluffy cloud of a pillow to hide. “Mabel, I owe you an apology.” Grunkle Ford said as he stepped into the room and closed the door. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I’m sorry.”

Mabel sniffed into her pillow and rested her chin on it, showing her beautiful brown eyes that were still forming tears. “I’m sorry I ruined the performance.”

“It’s okay,” Grunkle Ford sat by her side, giving her a few inches of space. “I don’t care about that, not nearly as much as I care about your safety. I was so scared of losing you, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”

Mabel sniffed and tried to blink her eyes dry. “I like you better as a dad than as a god.” She mumbled, mouth covered by the pillows and her eyes peering up at him.

Grunkle Ford smiled at that, feeling his heart in his throat. “Yeah?”

“And you like me better as your d-... kid than a muse, right?” She cried, her face now fully in her pillow.

“Oh, Mabel.” Grunkle Ford whispered and gently scooped her up into his arms and held her tenderly. “Oh, my darling Mabel. Yes, of course I do.”

Mabel let her cloud pillow go and she hugged him around the neck. Grunkle Ford rubbed circles into her back as he whispered gently to her. “Sweetheart, I love you very much. You’re my entire world. The idea of being without you… it terrifies me. But I’m afraid I’ve allowed that fear to cloud my better judgement, and I’m sorry. And, for what it’s worth… I’m beyond grateful The Faiths gave me you.”

Mabel sniffed, letting her grunkle’s toga catch her tears. “You don’t wish M-Mason was here instead of me?”

“No,” Grunkle Ford said. “I do miss your brother, more than words can say, but I love you very much and wouldn’t trade you away for anything in the world.”

Mabel looked up at him with hope glistening in her eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Cross your heart?” Grunkle Ford chuckled and crossed his heart. Mabel rested her head there and smiled with a tiny giggle. “I love your heartbeat.”

And no, Grunkle Ford was not crying. He stubbornly cleared his throat and blinked his eyes dry as he combed his niece’s beautiful brown hair. “So, I have a proposition for you.”

“Okay?”

“I know you want to come and go like everybody else, but I’m afraid I can’t allow that. I still stand by what I said. You are still young. Something I envy actually.” He added and they both chuckled. “But I think I have a nice compromise.”

“Isn’t that bending the law?”

“Uh… no. It’s an agreement met in the middle of what both parties want.” Grunkle Ford loosened her hold on her so they could look at each other. “Here’s what I am offering: I am willing to give you a curfew if you promise me you can stand by it. After your lessons, you may go down to the valley at the base of the mountain, and perhaps a bit into the woods that surround the valley, but you must tell me when you are leaving and you must be home by sundown. Does that sound fair?”

“YES!” Mabel cheered and bounced in his lap. “Yes, that’s all I want! I just wanna go exploring! Thank you thank you THANK YOU, Grunkle Ford!”

He chuckled and smiled at her. “Promise me you will follow the rules?”

“I promise.”

“Cross your heart?” And Mabel did so before leaping back into his arms for a tight hug. And no, Grunkle Ford still wasn’t crying. “Thank you, my dear.” He said as he hugged her again. “I’m glad I can trust you.”

Yup. That hurt. That made the tears come back in Mabel’s eyes. She hated secrets, more than anything, and she loved her grunkle but hated it when he kept things from her, but that didn’t make it right to keep things from him. She blinked her eyes dry and muttered into his shoulder, “You can’t trust me.”

Grunkle Ford let her sit on his lap to look at her softly, though his heart did pick up speed at that statement. “What do you mean?”

Mabel sighed and bit her lip, not looking back at her great-uncle. “I’ve been talking to D-... to Mason.”

Grunkle Ford stared at her. “You have?”

“I didn’t leave Olympus!” Mabel quickly explained. “Not really! I just projected myself on the art in the Temple of the Gods when he went there to pray and know who he was! I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry! He deserved to know! He’s my twin! Twins shouldn’t keep secrets from each other! And I had always wanted to talk to him! And, and…”

“Mabel, Mabel,” Grunkle Ford hushed and combed her hair with his six fingers. “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m not mad. I… I knew you two would meet someday. I hated the fact that you had to be apart, it wasn’t fair. I just… I… Well, how did he take the news that he was a god?” He asked with a low chuckle.

Mabel gave a watery giggle. “He didn’t believe me at first. But he came around. He’s trying to become a true hero so his godhood will come back.”

“What?!” Grunkle Ford gasped and asked sternly, “Did you tell him that was possible?”

“Well, yeah, cuz it is…”

“Mabel! You shouldn’t have done that.” He scolded as lightly as his anxiety would let him. “He could get hurt or killed.”

“But how else is he supposed to come home?” Mabel asked.

“At least he has a chance to live a happy life on Earth.”

“But Grunkle Ford! If becoming a hero will bring him home…”

“He can’t come home if he’s dead, Mabel!”

The girl growled in her throat, losing patience with Grunkle Ford’s hopelessness, and yelled, “Well, what was I supposed to do?! I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing! Do you have any idea how much it hurts to lose a twin?!”

Mabel had shouted that more in a rhetorical sense, expecting Grunkle Ford to not answer, or to admit defeat and say no; what she definitely didn’t expect was for Grunkle Ford to sigh, nod his head, and say, “I do, actually.”

The young muse blinked at him, letting his words sink in. Grunkle Ford looked so sad, so full of shame. It was the same way he looked when he thought about Dipper and believed he was alone. “Y-You do? Did you have...?”

Grunkle Ford nodded solemnly. “I did. Once. A long time ago.”

Mabel had a million questions for him. She wanted to know everything, but she decided to open with an easy question to ease her uncle into telling her what happened. “Well, what’s their name?”

Grunkle Ford met her eyes with a small, sad smile on his face. “Stanley. The Trainer of Heroes.”

[handswritteeen]

me or them? - oikawa toru

oikawa x reader

warnings: a sprinkle of angst and cliche fluff (and lil’ bit of cursing)

word count: 2,251

note: iwaizumi, hanamaki, and matsukawa act like ur big bros. enjoy~

You showed up at his door. Soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter. Now, you are a strong, independent woman. However, you were also pure human. With emotions and actions. And sometimes those things can lead you into other things. 

Which, of course, can lead to bigger situations and problems in the first place. Being the Oikawa Tooru’s significant other is sometimes hard. You never really thought that being in a relationship would be that hard either, especially with someone like Oikawa. Surprise, surprise, he asked you out, if you were wondering.

To be honest, you were just another person in all of his classes, he piqued your interests every once in a while, but nothing serious. Oikawa saw you differently from the others. Ever since Oikawa started to notice you more often around Aoba Johsai and his classes, he would try to strike up a conversation, even acting a little bold and flirting a bit. And it worked. He asked you out, and boom - you guys were dating. The only thing was, is that all the sane people knew a certain group of people wouldn’t take this well: Oikawa’s fangirls. That was a problem. Which is why you came soaking wet, bruised, and covered in glitter at his humble doorstep.

“Y/N-chan! What happened to you?” Oikawa asked, ushering you inside with your belongings.

“Oh, you know, just hanging around. And then boom! Out of nowhere, I get wet, hurt, and get turned into a disco ball!” You said sarcastically.

“Really?” Oikawa inquired, quirking his head to the side a bit.

“NO OIKAWA-SAN. YOUR STUPID FANGIRLS AMBUSHED ME ON MY WAY HOME.” You shouted frustratedly.

“Huh? Really? They would never do that though! They all love you!” Oikawa says.

“Love me?! Are you insane, Oikawa? They all want to be with you, so they’ll do anything to have my spot! Hell, I bet they would even kill me!” You contradicted.

“Oh, my god - Y/N you’re overreacting. I’ll even ask them when we get back to school!” Oikawa said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’d like to see you try to get the truth out of them,” You sighed. “Now I’m going to have to get rid of all this.” You gestured to yourself.

You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, occasionally grumbling under your breath.

“I cannot believe he thinks his fangirls would never do this. What does he expect?” You sighed.

You changed and walked to the couch, Oikawa doing his homework in the kitchen. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. “You already finished your work, Y/N-chan?” Oikawa asked, looking up from his laptop.

“Hm, yeah. Just a while ago,” You grumbled. “I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow anyway.”

“What? You don’t wanna sleep with me?” Oikawa whined.

“Sleep with you?! Oikawa-san, no-”

“I-I’m sorry,” You stuttered, a blush starting to form on your cheeks. “What?”

Oikawa stared at you, thinking back to what he just said. He turned to look at you, red-faced.

“U-um, not like that Y/N-chan!” He panicked, scratching the back of his neck. “But you know, in bed, next to me…YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.”

You sighed, “I’m gonna be late if I stay with you tonight anyway. I’ll just head home, see you tomorrow.” You grabbed your backpack which held your dirty clothes and walked yourself out the door.

“Wait! Y/N-chan! I’ll take you home!”

“Oikawa-san, I’m fine. Finish your work, I said I’ll see you tomorrow.” You responded coldly.

Oikawa looked at the now-closed door with a frown on his face. He didn’t know why you were acting this way, assuming that you were just moody, that’s all.

...

“Iwa-chan! Wait up!” Oikawa shouted. It was the next day in the early morning. Oikawa couldn’t get his mind off of you because of last night’s incident. “Did you finish the reading assignment? It was so hard~”

“Of course I did, Trashikawa. Who do you think I am?!” Iwaizumi said, punching Oikawa on the shoulder in the process of doing so.

“Ouch, Iwa-chan! That hurt!” Oikawa wailed. “You’re so mean.”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi went to their designated homerooms, meeting Matsukawa and Hanamaki in the hallways.

“Did you talk to Y/N-chan last night?” Hanamaki whispered.

“Yeah, she isn’t happy. Check up on her at lunch?” Matsukawa whispered back. Hanamaki nodded and nudged Matsukawa’s elbow a bit harshly, and gestured over to Oikawa and Iwaizumi, who was coming towards them.

“G’ morning guys,” Iwaizumi nodded.

“What were you guys talking about?” Oikawa asked, eyeing them down.

“Uh, nothing important,” Hanamaki responded, scratching the back of his neck.

“Just some things about the next game. I mean, we’re going against Shiratorizawa again. Lots of things can change in a short amount of time, you know?” Matsukawa said.

“Really? You guys are worried about that? We’ll smash them to the ground this time!” Oikawa exclaimed. As Oikawa and Matsukawa were talking about the next match, Iwaizumi dragged Hanamaki a little bit away from them.

“What the heck were you guys talking about? You obviously don’t want Trashikawa to know, so you know I have to-”

“Well, long story short, it’s about Y/N,” Hanamaki confessed, lowkey terrified of Iwaizumi’s rage. “We saw her on our way home, she was crying. Not only that, but she was covered in water, bruises, and glitter. Apparently, Oikawa’s fangirls attacked her right after she went home from club. She told us that she was heading over to his house anyway, so we walked her there. Then, she texted Matsukawa and told us that Oikawa didn’t believe that his fangirls attacked her, so she left and went back to her house. She’s not happy.”

“Why wouldn’t Loserkawa believe his own girlfriend?! He’s such a dumbass, I will punch him into an abyss right now-”

“She told us that Oikawa said that he was going to talk to his fangirls about it. But we all know that they’re just gonna play him. See - look,” Hanamaki looked at Matsukawa, who was now slowly inching over to him and Iwaizumi, trying to avoid the crowd of fangirls who managed to spot Oikawa upon entering the school.

“Oh, Oikawa-san, you look so handsome today~” “Ladies, you’re just as beautiful as my level of handsome~” “Ah! Oikawa-san, we’ll be looking for your game this week~” “I’m always so grateful you girls come to only support me~”

“How does he not cringe-” “Maki, that man is a man somehow. That’s why.”

“Oh, I have something to ask you girls, though,” Oikawa piqued. “Did any of you do something to Y/N-chan last night?” He said, with a bit of a cold edge to his voice.

The girls quickly all glanced at each other, some of them even whispering in the back of the group.

“U-uh, no, not at all, Oikawa-san!” One mustered up. 

“Ah, really! I knew I could trust all of you! Well, for that, I’d like to thank you for respecting our relationship!” Oikawa seemed to suddenly brighten up in this very moment; Iwaizumi groaned and facepalmed himself as Hanamaki and Matsukawa sighed in defeat.

“How can he be this stupid out of the court-” …

“Did you guys end up talking with Y/N at all? She literally looked like a depressed potato all day today.” Hanamaki said, finding himself walking alongside Matsukawa and Iwaizumi.

“She told me that Oikawa texted her that he wanted to talk to her during lunch on the rooftop or something,” Matsukawa explained. “We should probably follow, right?”

“Shittykawa better not hurt her. For all we know, this isn’t gonna go down well. You guys saw how he handled those fangirls. Heck, everyone could tell that they were lying!” Iwaizumi rambled.

A ding erupted in Matsukawa’s pocket.

1 New Message From: captain’s gf that probably deserves better Subject: ~it’s time~ matsun i’m going to the rooftop now. wish me luck ig?

“She’s going with the devil now, let’s go.” 

“Yes, sir!” Hanamaki salutes.

Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamkai walked up the stairs towards the rooftop and hid behind the stair building. There, they saw you pacing back and forth. They were a bit startled when they heard the door they came out from and saw Oikawa. Oikawa looked at you, seeing you gazing out from the fence that surrounded the rooftop. He sighed and called out to you.

“Y/N-chan? I’m here,”

“I can see that, Oikawa-san.” You grumbled. “And since you are here, please enlighten me to what your fangirls had to say to yesterday’s incident.”

“They said they didn’t do it.” A pause of silence ensued the area.

“Are you kidding me?! You believe them over your own girlfriend?!” You exclaimed, rage absolutely taking over.

Oikawa’s face dropped, a frown taking over his smile.

“Look, Y/N. If you can’t handle them, then just break up with me!”

Tears started to well up in your eyes. The boys hiding looked at each other, nodded, and made their moves. Hanamaki and Matsukawa started to comfort you right away, telling you that he didn’t mean it. However, Iwaizumi took a different approach to the situation. Grabbing Oikawa by the collar of his uniform, he pulled him forward and started to curse and shout at the poor boy, who seemed to realize his mistake. But you were already gone with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, away from him.

“Don’t you understand, Shittykawa?! Those fangirls of yours were lying! How could you not tell?! Even Maki and Matsun knew, and you’re the captain of our team! You shouldn’t be dating your fangirls, you’re dating Y/N! Get that through your head, Oikawa!” Iwaizumi threw the collar of his shirt back, making Oikawa stumble back a bit.

Oikawa stared at Iwaizumi’s retrieving figure. A tear rolled down his cheek as he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

…

It’s been about a week. A week of silence between you and Oikawa. Not only has Seijoh lost again to Shiratorizawa, but the school’s pretty boy was not in his best mood either. Iwaizumi and the others would usually comfort you at ungodly and abnormal times and try to encourage Oikawa to apologize and make it up to you. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Seeing your face reminded him of the pain he caused you. He didn’t want to see you hurt again, especially by himself, no less.

I’m going to do it today. I have to make it up to her. It’s been too long.

Oikawa walked to his classroom, seeing you smiling and laughing with Hanamaki. He pulled out his phone, typing frantically.

1 New Message From: ~pretty bf~ Subject: u know we need to talk i don’t want to do this without u. u know i love u, pls let me talk this through with you one more time, then we can decide where the both of us end up.

“Who was that Y/N-chan?” Hanamaki asked, slightly peering over your shoulder. You shrugged and continued to type back to Oikawa.

1 New Message From: my pride and joy~ Subject: ok i’ll see u after volleyball then.

Oikawa’s lips turned upwards a bit, seeing your contact name popped up and was a bit giddy for the rest of the day. He started to prepare, what he should say, how he should apologize, etc., and the other boys noticed.

“Oi, Shittykawa, what’s got you smiling?” Iwaizumi asked.

“I’m going to go apologize to Y/N-chan~” Oikawa pumped his fist up in triumph.

“Why do you look so happy, though? Isn’t it going to be hard?” Hanamaki asked.

“Of course it’s hard. But he’s Oikawa, he can do it.” Matsukawa said. “And we’re going to watch because this can get out of hand in no time.”

The boys nodded at each other and continued to get ready for their club.

…

“Alright boys, that’s it for today. Get home safely and eat well. Don’t stay up too late!” Coach Irihata exclaimed. The first and second years started packing up and leaving the gym, as it was fairly late to end the practice.

Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa planned differently, of course. The boys made it seem like they were in the locker room, pretended to leave, and even waved Oikawa goodbye in the process. And let’s just say, Oikawa sulked a bit when Iwaizumi ‘left’ and walked home without him.

“Oikawa?” Oikawa heard your sweet voice erupt at the doors of the gym. Iwaizumi and the others were hiding behind the bleachers, ready to see it all go down.

“Y/N, I’M SO SORRY FOR BELIEVING MY FANGIRLS OVER YOU! I SHOULD’VE SEEN THROUGH THEM, BUT YOU KNOW HOW THEY ARE!” He squealed. You looked at Oikawa and sweatdropped, why am I dating him again?

“Oikawa-san, look at me,” Oikawa peered up at you, noticing how your eyes darkened a bit. “I will forgive you this time.” Oikawa internally cheered, a smirk starting to form as he thought of a gracious victory. “But, I need you to let me know that you do love me over your fangirls, no matter what.”

“Y/N-CHAN, I WILL NEVER DOUBT YOU AGAIN! I’M SORRY THAT I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT-”

You tippy-toed and pecked Oikawa on the cheek, “Thank you, Oikawa.”

“Oi, Y/N-chan! You missed,” Oikawa pointed to his lips and pouted.

“Idiot-”

“I’m your idiot, then~”

“Shittykawa!!!”

“You guys were here the whole time?!”

“Alright, let’s go home, guys!”

the ending is a bit rushed, but thanks for reading! 

[sdra2headcanons]

Happy New Year Mod! I'm a bit late on a new years request but can we get some hcs for the sdra2 cast celebrating the new year together, along with some ships of your choice sharing a new years kiss? Thanks!

Happy (late but shh) New Years!! Also of course💕

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Cast Celebrating:

   -New years is probably one of Yoruko's least favorite holidays, because every year she and Setsuka host a huge party and every year without fail, it's a mess and a half-

   -It's all fun and games until Mikado finds the alcohol they had hidden and tells everyone about it

   -I can't figure out a good way to organize it to where it won't look crowded so bullet point time babey !

   -Kanade and Syobai end up in the middle of the living room, Yoruko holding Kanade back so she doesn't stab Syobai over something rude he said about Iroha

   -Setsuka's running around with Nikkei and Teruya, all three of them yelling and laughing WAY too loudly

   -Hibiki's off to the side, crying because of all the noise. Meanwhile Iroha's attempting to comfort her while also trying to keep Kanade from hurting somebody on accident (or on purpose if she actually manages to get to Syobai-)

   -Shinji and Hajime both get really touch starved when they’re drunk for some reason??? Yuki eventually gets them to stop making out every two minutes, saying something about how 'kissing now will make the midnight kiss less special,' but they still need some form of contact. Luckily for everyone there, that usually just means they'll go cuddle on the couch. Yuri always somehow gets pulled into the pile of warmth and cuddling, despite his initial protests about how they'll make him smell like alcohol. Eventually he just gives up and decides to enjoy the time with his bfs (Yuri/Shinji/Hajime rights!)

   -The people that are still sober that aren't stopping a fight, cheering someone up, or cuddling are Mikado, Yuki, Sora, Emma, and Kokoro. Emma and Mikado aren't any help at all when it comes to making people settle down, but everyone else is trying their best

   -By 11:30 almost everyone that was loud previously are already asleep, getting shaken awake by the people that hadn't used all their energy earlier in the night. After everyone finally wakes up (which takes 20 minutes within itself-) they'll all put something warm on, grabbing Kokoro's Ipad so they can still watch the live footage of the countdown thing from outside

   -Wait for context: In this Yoruko and Setsuka's house is near the place the city shoots off their fireworks from- Also I've never watched one of the shows/live streams that cover the countdown so please don't quote me on any of this-

   -After they all lay their blankets on the grass, everyone sits down and stares over Kokoro's shoulder, watching as the few remaining minutes tick down. The almost complete silence is suddenly interrupted by fireworks going off once the clock finally hits 12am, everyone cheering before becoming preoccupied with their midnight kiss to celebrate the new year

   -Which is an amazing transition into part two: New Years kisses

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Kanade/Iroha:

-They try to keep themselves from doing anything more than a forehead kiss, that way the start of the new year’ll be even more special!

    -Iroha's not the best at staying up late, so she'll always take a nap earlier in the day before they go to to Yoruko and Setsuka's. During her nap, Kanade’ll steal her phone, setting the time an hour back, that way when midnight hits Kanade can give her a kiss, which’ll make Iroha be like 'It's 11??' Then Kanade just says something along the lines of 'guess that just means we'll have to kiss again in hour.'

   -Advantages of having a smart gf: she'll make plans so she can kiss you more

-Disadvantages of having a smart gf: She's too caught up in her plan to realize she can kiss you at any point in time-

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Teruya/Nikkei:

-Do you know that one thing that's like:

"3... 2... 1... happy new year! [Starts kissing]"

"Guys it's not even midnight yet, can you stop making out every time the microwave goes off??"

-Yeah they're basically that. It's a little annoying at first, especially since they're usually making out right in front of the microwave because they wanted to make sure they could hear it, but eventually people either stop using the microwave for the night or they just learn to ignore it

-They still kiss at midnight though, you can’t properly start a new year without a kiss from your incredible bf can you?

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Kokoro/Emma:

-Emma tries to do that with Kokoro, but Kokoro always mumbles something about the tradition being important and how they need to respect it

-All the denied kisses only makes Emma more determined to make the most out of their midnight kiss though, so the kiss lasts as long as they can make it before they pass out from lack of air. Kokoro gets 'mad' about it, but she still gives Emma an extra kiss on the cheek once she catches her breath so Emma’s pretty sure it’s fine-

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Yuri/Shinji/Hajime:

-I've never written an Ot3 thing before but I want them to have at least a little more content so this'll be fun-

-Depending on how drunk they are, Shinji and Hajime've already kissed anywhere between 3 and 472 times by the time midnight hits. Yuri manages to get out of anything more than cheek kisses since he doesn't like the taste of alcohol, but he supposes he can make an exception for midnight kisses-

-Once the clock finally hits midnight Shinji and Hajime are already showering Yuri in kisses so they can make up for the ones they couldn't give him earlier. Whenever Shinji and Hajime have their midnight kiss, it isn’t technically midnight anymore, but they couldn’t think of a better way to start the new year than kissing their tiny bf so it’s more than okay with them

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Mikado/Yuki:

   -Yuki never knows when Mikado’ll appear and kiss him. All throughout the night, Mikado’ll just randomly show up in front of him, giving him a quick dip kiss because he’s extra and then disappearing again

-Even the midnight kiss is a mystery! Yuki’ll turn to give Mikado a kiss to celebrate, but he’s nowhere to be found. Then Yuki blinks and boom! Mikado’s right in front of him, already kissing him before he can even open his eyes back up. It’s odd, but it adds a fun element of surprise, you know?

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Syobai/Sora:

-Syobai isn’t a fan of pda, so when Sora goes to give him a quick kiss he’ll act all ‘fine but only because you’re gonna make do it me either way’ but he’s happy he gets to start the year off with his lowkey epic gf

-These’re getting worse and worse as I go but I don’t wanna get these out later than needed considering it’s already the 2nd here-

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Setsuka/Yoruko:

-“Babe! Yoruko! The love of my life! My Angel! I love you! Happy new year! Gimme a kiss!”

-“Setsuka you’re drunk and you reek of alcohol, maybe a kiss wouldn’t be the best right now,,”

-“It’s a special day! Exceptions can be made!!”

-In the end Setsuka wins, only because Yoruko wanted her to quiet down though, definitely not because she wanted to kiss her gf or anything like that haha-

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I feel bad bc I don’t have anyone to pair Hibiki with but I can’t think of anymore OT3 hcs so oh well! These were mega fun to write, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them and I hope you have an amazing 2020!!! Happy late new year! 💕💖

-Mod Kanade who just realized tags’re gonna suck for this huh-