#now they can be together forever and ever! (delusional)

[foxthefiend]

Now I might be like, way off here, but the fact the director said that the Hans and Henry scene wouldn’t have happened if they weren’t starving and desperate, kind of suggests to me that since it was a unique situation that they hadn’t really experienced yet, there’s definitely a very good chance they’d been wanting to do that for a while and didn’t have the courage before then. Like, who can say how long they’d been pining after eachother? And added on to the fact that the team had been wanting them together since the first game, in my mind, is really telling of how long they’ve had feelings for eachother, purely speculative of course 👀

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon, nsfw, morally grey reader

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about your loser colleague… He’s the nerdiest guy, and he’s got the biggest, fattest crush on you—and it makes him utterly blind to all your tricks and how you manipulate him to do your work around the office like your own personal errand boy.

You’re not mean. You swear it! You’re not mean—you know it’s wrong of you to enjoy and abuse his attention like this without any intention of ever reciprocating it! Of course, you know it’s awful of you to string him along, never telling him you’re not into him like that, that he’s wasting his time on you, that he should move on. You’re a nice girl! You promise! Of course, if he were to actually confess, you’d tell him the truth at once! You’d let him down easy. But as it stands right now, he hasn’t asked—and so it’s innocent—both his unworded crush and your unspoken flattery. Sure, it might be a little narcissistic, but it’s not a crime for a girl to bask in attention!

Do you lead him on? Mh… well… not exactly. You’re being nice, is all. Sure, some might call what you do flirting back, but you act that way with plenty of people, not just him. If he reads into it, that’s on him. Right?

Okay, fine, so you’re a little mean. So what? Is it really so wrong of you to play with him just a little bit? No. Or… at least not entirely. Think about it—in a way, you’re making his day with your little tricks. How you return his long longing stares with your own lingering looks and coy smiles—taking him outside with you to smoke during your break, talking to him in giggles over small inside jokes you’ve developed between just the two of you, applying your lipgloss all exaggeratingly as they do in the movies, borrowing his jacket when it gets too cold for you in your inappropriate tops, squeezing your arms tightly over your chest, making your tits squish up to meet him and his shameful leer.

Truly, adults shouldn't act this way—but you just can’t help yourself!

And it’s not as if he isn’t equally guilty! Looking at you like that! It’s not as if you don’t know exactly what perverted little thoughts go tumbling through his head—picturing you naked in compromising positions, probably playing with your image like a toy doll, dressing you up in kinky clothes to fit all his dirty fantasies, making you say all sorts of vile things for him.

You’re both awful! So it’s fine. A quid pro quo, as they call it. A tit for tat if you’re nasty.

And honestly, a nerdy guy like him should know better. A pretty girl like you—popular and a sweetheart, to top it all off—he can’t seriously believe he has an actual chance, can he? Of course not—that would make him delusional. You’re not torturing him. In any case, he’s torturing himself!

And you seriously think he might just keep it up forever.

But you might be going too far this time—laying it on too thick—stretching him too thin—asking him to drive you home after an office party, giggling and all but moaning all your words in the passenger seat next to him, wearing nothing but a short little black slip, no bra, no nothing except for a pair of strappy little heals. 

“Oh! What a night—these shoes are killing me!” you sigh while taking them both off as he drives. Even in your drunk state, you can see the way his hands tighten around the wheel and how he shifts all uncomfortably in his seat, breathing thickly—it makes you smile.

You throw your head back in relief once they’re both off—chest jutting forth as you rub your thighs together. And he swallows thickly—jaw clenched so tight, he couldn’t say anything even if he had anything to say. But you know he doesn’t—you, with your milky skin on display, have rendered him speechless. 

Your smile curls at the corners, and you know it’s cruel, but you have absolutely no idea how to reel it in anymore. He makes you feel like an untouchable goddess being worshipped—makes you want to laugh as he bows his head in the dirt and prays to you with all he has.

Oh, the poor boy, you’ve got him wound so tightly around your little finger—you don’t even know how to release him anymore. You’re both in way too deep, it’s getting hard for either of you to think clearly anymore.

“I’ll follow you in—just to make sure you get to bed safely,” he offers once stopping outside your place. And lost to the wine in your bloodstream, you haven’t the slightest little hang-up over how he knows your address without having asked.

Completely oblivious, you keep floating on cloud nine, smiling while murmuring, “What a nice guy~ How ‘bout you carry me up the steps as well—” 

You’d meant it as a tease, but he takes it in all manners of seriousness, rounding the car, opening your door, and then scooping you up before your bare feet even have the chance of meeting the pavement below—but you don’t complain.

Only cheering, “Oh~” 

It’s surprising, maybe even a little bit impressive. He’s tall, but he looks more lean than anything—like an overgrown boy—a far cry from a rugged man of strength, but here he is, acting just so, carrying you like a princess—with ease, you might add. But you suppose it’s been hard for you to tell his true build from beneath those big, cozy sweaters he always wears. Resting on it now, you can tell his chest is actually quite firm.

“I didn’t know you were so strong~" You keep flirting, paying no mind to how his hands grope into your exposed skin—you can allow him that much. Otherwise, feeling too swept up in your own feminine guiles—aroused by your sheer seductiveness—hot and bothered and thinking you’re going to touch yourself to yourself tonight and laugh about how you have the poor office loser waiting on you, hands and knees.

You find your keys in your clutch and unlock the door from the cradle of his arms—before you’re carried inside like a queen, all the way to your bedroom, where he lays you down gently on your bed. 

You sigh happily at the soft, nice embrace—feeling successful while melting into the cakey mattress—all but ready to find your vibe and ride the high.  That is, until feeling a certain pair of hands start undressing you.

“Hey—what’re you doing?” you jolt, gripping your dress in a panic—looking shock-eyed into his round ones.

“Just making you comfortable,” he says softly, looking a little bit like a kicked pup—making your nerves return calm. 

Oh, of course, he is—you can’t blame a guy for trying. However, there are limits to what’s allowed in this little game of yours. And you think that’s crossing one.

“Thanks, but…” You chuckle—faking being shy while batting your lashes. “That wouldn’t be appropriate. You see—” Voice sultry as you admit, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

How you have the gall to keep teasing him is beyond you, and so you keep blaming it all on liquid courage—otherwise, certain the devil is making you do it.

“Thanks for taking me home, though.”

You smile before turning to rest on your side, facing away from where he stands by your bedside with hope in his poor eyes—oh, you almost feel bad—if only your well-fed ego weren’t already making you feel on top of the world. 

“You can leave the key beneath the welcome matt. Drive safely. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Eyes closed in bliss while grinning from ear to ear, you’ve come to terms with your terrible nature and have found the perfect way of sleeping at night despite it. Your poor colleague, so hopelessly infatuated with you and such a sucker for it—making you relive your mean girl queen bee school days all over again.

It’s the drink! You swear! It makes you feel all types of demonic—wanting to play with your favorite toy—see just how far you can take it before making him break. But, as always, one should be careful what one wishes for.

“You know…” A dark voice occupies your bedroom. From behind you. You’d thought he’d left already—gone out to his car to beat his blue-balled cock to his fantasy of you, but no. 

“Playing hard to get is one thing…” he continues. “Being a stuck-up bitch is another.”

You try to whip around, but it’s too late by then.

“You’ve had your fun with me. It’s time I have my fun with you.”

Nothing could have prepared you for his sudden change—the moment when all your teasing and tricks finally made him snap! 

He’s on top of your back. Straddling you—a heavy hand in your hair, pushing your face back down into the soft mattress below, while the other hand picks your dress up, pulling over your butt and leaving it exposed.

“Hey! What are you—” You try to make him calm down—to stop—but it’s as though nothing you say has any impact—or, no—instead, it has the complete opposite effect of what you want.

A sharp feeling blossoms across your ass cheek. It takes a moment before you realize he’d hit you—spanked you.

His grip on your hair tightens, pulls your face up to meet him where he leans down to your ear—voice venom-laced and shy of unhinged, “You’ve enjoyed yourself tonight, haven’t you? Teasing and toying with me—thinking I’ll just sit back and take it.”

His hand digs between your thighs—slipping through despite how you mend them shut—now dragging his fingers through your puffy slit, forcing two inside your tightly needy hole, uncaring to the cry it reaps from you.

“I’m the one who made your pussy wet like this, so it’s only right I have my way with it.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Shigaraki, Shinso ♡ JJK – Nanami, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Isagi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[saetoshii]

when rin falls in love, he loves like a swan. it takes him a while to realize that you are his soulmate. you are the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. even though he doesn't show it, you know deep in his heart that he loves you.

swans only have one mate their entire lives. when a swan looses its mate, it will fly high up in the air and then just fall to their death. if rin ever looses you, he wouldn't know what to do. not saying he is going to kill himself, but you know what i mean.

before he met you, he thought that soulmate stuff was stupid and dumb. he had no interest with it. but after a year into your relationship, the realization struck him. both of you are casually laying in bed, you fast asleep and him watching you as you peacefully slept.

oh how beautiful you look.

rin was in awe at your beauty. then it hit him, he can't even imagine the thought of you not in his life. you brightened his life like how the moon brightens up the dark night. just of the touch of your lips makes him want to melt like ice cream on a hot sunny day. he can't help but stare at you. you are an artists' dream muse. the soft curl of your lips and the flutter of your eyelashes were enough to make any man or women stop and stare at you in such awe. your voice was like silky sweet honey, a lullaby that can calm any storm.

rin reaches out to move a strand of hair that was falling in your face. you stir at the small touch, but it wasn't enough to wake you. rin doesn't smile, but his heart is beating like it's about to rip out of his chest. at this moment, he has an epiphany. why would he ever need another when you are right here waiting for him. you are the most supportive person he has ever met. he'll admit it, your sweetness did agitate him when the two of you first got together but now he just wants to drown in it. he wants to drown in your love. he just wants to fall in your arms after a long day. he wants your to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you play with his hair.

you are his soulmate. now rin doesn't believe in multiple universes, but if there are multiple universes out there, he's going to find you in every single one of them. he is going to love you until the end of time. scratch that, he'll never stop loving you. nothing and i mean nothing is going to make him stop loving you.

swans only love once and so does rin. so best believe that you and rin are just two swans that are forever in love.

a/n. oh to be a swan in love... also this is probs so ooc, but let a girl be delusional (◞‸◟) grumpy man that secretly very soft for you>>>

[suiana]

yandere! childhood friend who still reminisces about your childhood together. yeah, the two of you may be grown now but he's been your day 1 and he just can't help but think about how you used to cling to him and adore him so much! he wishes you'd still do that but it is what it is. no matter how much he wishes otherwise.

yandere! childhood friend who did everything with you. yeah, that also includes practicing kisses. he's your first kiss, and he's never gonna let you forget that. you said you wanted to get better and who is he to refuse? he can't pass up such a prime opportunity! and it's not like he wants anyone else to take it. god no. that would be a tragedy.

"yeah, remember our kissing practices? hah, we were such kids back then!" he watches as you snicker, feeling a warm flush creep up his spine. god, of course he remembers. young and immature as you both were, you both learned together. that's all that really matters to him. "thanks to you, i can now makeout with my partners with ease. you're the best man." and has he told you how muchit infuriates him that you're using your experience to get with others? to please them with the mouth that once touched his? nah, he really can't stand for it. but he isn't allowed to say anything. he's just a childhood friend after all. not for long though.

yandere! childhood friend who wishes he would've accepted your offer to learn how to fuck as well. but no, he just had to be way too delusional back then and tell you to wait for the right one. he must've thought that you'd feel the same and confess then he'd court you slowly before getting to that stage... that never happened unfortunately. not yet at least. he'll make it happen.

yandere! childhood friend who's still a hopeless romantic at heart. a delusional one but a romantic nonetheless. he brings you out on "platonic dates" or whatever the fuck you like to call it, comfort you after your shitty excuse of a partner dumps you, and treats you like the deity that you are. you only deserve the best and he'll be there to provide. none of these losers can't treat you well. he can. he really hopes it'll help you see him as a potential boyfriend!

"i just," you blow your nose, tears streaming down your cheeks as your childhood friend rubs at your back tenderly. "don't know why he'd want to dumo me! we've been going strong for a year already! it's so out of the blue!" yeah, out of the blue huh... not really out of the blue for someone who's been actively theeatening that poor excuse of a man. that menas him, obviously. why he's been threatening him, you ask? because he's not treating you the way you should be treated, duh! sure you look happy but are you really? probably not, he's sure of it. "hey hey, don't worry... I'm here now, aren't i?" he always is, and he always will. you just need to understand that fact and you'll start seeing him in a different light too. don't worry, he has lots of patience. just... don't go sleeping with other people again.

yandere! childhood friend who may or may not be totally super duper mega in love with you. yeah, definitely not in love with you. that would be weird, right? come on, he's your childhood friend! sure you two might've kissed when you were kids and promised to marry one another but those were kiddy promises! that's all they are! he... totally doesn't believe you actually wanna marry him and be his forever and ever.

"so have you started thinking about your future?" he pauses at your question, rubbing at his empty ring finger. future, huh? funny how you ask that when you two are destined to be together at the end of it all. i mean, the two of your promised it as kids, didn't you? sure you're exploring now but at the end if the day, it's him that you come back to, don't you? even if just as a friend. but that's the present, not the future. "nah, not really. just wanna focus on the current moment, y'know?" bullshit, and he knows it. but he doesn't wanna scare you away. not yet at least. you're still out lookign for others which means you haven't come round to the idea of you two together. not to worry, he'll give you a little more time to see how good he is. how good things could be between you two if you just gave him the chance. "i mean, you're here with me." he chuckles, taking your hand in his before placing it on his cheek. you're warm. he likes your warmth, it's so soothing. "that's more than enough for me." half lidded eyes gaze at you, full of emotion and hidden longing before he hums softly. the teo fo you sit in the park in silence, enjoying each other's presence. in the moonlight, everything seems to slow and engulf the two of you in a quiet embrace. he only wishes you would just love him back already. "yeah, I'm glad to be by your side too, best friend." ...he really hates those words. don't worry, good things come to those who wait. and you will be his in due time. you've already had his heart, now all he needs is yours.

[lordprettyflackotara]

what a heavenly way to die || the proxies

‘forever is in your eyes, but forever ain’t half the time’

sum: after being stranded in the middle of a snow storm, you’re forced to take shelter with masky, hoodie, and toby. you need to stay warm, by any means necessary

tw:SMUT, FILTHY, LONG, AGGRESSIVE SMUT, foursome kinda? idk?, sub!reader, soft dom!masky, hard dom!hoodie, sub!toby, gun play, overstimulation, exhibitionism, lowkey throat fucking, praise, humiliation, power dynamics lowkey do be in place

a/n: FOR ALL OF MY OG HITCHHIKER BABIES <3

“But I don’t wanna wear gloves!”

“Toby if you don’t wear gloves, your fingers are gonna fall off.”

Masky’s voice was hoarse, his patience thinning the longer he walked. Not even a fresh cigarette could make this situation any better. Only some shit like this would happen to him.

On the way back from an assignment the car ran out of gas, courtesy of allowing Hoodie to drive for more than five minutes. Now with the tank on E, the four of you were stranded in the middle of no where. Snow fell from the sky, coating each of you more and more by the second. Hoodie seemed perfectly content with his offense, minus the occasional shiver. Toby couldn’t comprehend the need to wear so many layers, the kid practically fighting for the right to freeze to death. Masky found himself silently regretting his choice of a mask, his gaze landing on you.

Normally he discounted your presence, you being the newest member of the group. But he’d be lying to himself if he shrugged you off. Although you had only been around for a few years now, for such a tiny little thing you sure pulled your weight. He never thought much of you at first, your small stature and loud mouth telling him everything he could ever want to know. But over the years of enslavement together you simmered down, sometimes more quiet than Hoodie. Masky could deal with his silence, having been dragged into this shit show by his hand.

But you? He couldn’t handle it.

His dark gaze landed on you, looming over your shaking form like a dark cloud. You always wore skimpy clothing, even if not practical. This happened to be one of those times, your skirt riding up your thighs and knee high socks failing to conceal the goosebumps that littered your skin. “Cold, kid?” Masky asked, ignoring his own shaky fingertips as he took a drag of his cigarette. The four of you had been hiking for what felt like hours, more and more of your limbs becoming numb by the second. “T-Told ya life wasn’t a f-fashion show,” Toby chimed in, clearly enjoying the weather.

“Can it, you ticking time bomb,” Masky interjected, frowning. He noted the way you avoided his gaze, as if you were afraid of judgment. But why? You had never given a shit about his opinion before. He grunted to himself as he shrugged off his signature mustard jacket, forcefully shoving it on your shoulders.

“But you’ll freeze-”

“Put it on and don’t bitch about it.”

His voice was stern and full of authority, threatening you to question it. His mask hid his satisfied expression as he watched you put it on. “Any plans here boss? Or do we plan on camping out here?” Hoodie asked sarcastically. It was in moments like these Masky was thankful the two of them wore mask, his distain written all over his face. “We just need to keep heading south like boss ordered,” Masky huffed, blowing cigarette smoke out into the cold night air. Tensions were arising quickly, the freezing cold fizzling out any trust that had been formed.

“Head south? Are you on crack or delusional? Toby’s fingers are so frost bitten they’re about to snap off and the kid is so fuckin cold i’m surprised she’s able to stand at all,” Hoodie barked, his words laced with venom. Masky didn’t like to go off schedule. He didn’t like to piss off The Operator. If it were him and him alone, he’d continue walking south until he either made it or The Operator himself found him. However, as his eyes raked in the sight of his companions, he realized Hoodie was right.

“Fine, we’ll have a sleepover. Follow me. I saw smoke over this way,” Masky agreed reluctantly, tossing his cigarette bud carelessly onto the ground. Toby began to yap about Masky being a litter bug, earning him a knock upside the head from Hoodie. The silent proxy gritted his teeth, annoyed with Masky neglecting to tend to them sooner.

“You saw signs of civilization and just now told us? How long would you have let us walk before we fuckin froze to death?” Hoodie questioned, his gaze so deadly Masky could feel holes burning into his back. You awkwardly tugged his jacket closer to you, your breath shallow. “He’s k-kinda right, kinda an asshole move,” You said softly, completely exhausted from marching in a borderline snow storm. Masky’s gaze softened for a moment, before noticing Toby had taken off his gloves. “We need to get going before this dipshit loses his fingers,” Masky grumbled, shrugging off the issue at hand. The three of you trailed behind him, satisfaction washing over you as a cabin came into sight.

You weren’t an advocate for death, but you quite literally would’ve killed someone for a warm spot in that cabin. The four of you burst inside, scanning the room for any sign of human life. None of you could deny your eagerness to be warm. A small fire crackled in the background in the fireplace, providing a soft orange glow to the room. Masky gestured Toby to follow him upstairs, leaving you and Hoodie to scope out the remainder of the first floor. “Any guesses on why it’s abandoned like this?” You asked the taller proxy, avoiding his lingering gaze. Hoodie tended to be a bit unsettling sometimes, whether he meant to be or not.

“My guess? Some rich couple cut their honeymoon short and hauled ass once they saw the forecast,” Hoodie said blandly, shrugging off his ski mask. It had been a while since you had seen his face, his stubble grown out more than you could remember. “Good for us then,” You mumbled, averting your eyes. You stared at the ground so much you tended to forget what your fellow proxies faces looked like. Footsteps trampling down the stairs regained your attention, your head snapping in the direction. “Good news, place is ours. Bad news, the only heat source is that lovely fireplace right there,” Masky said, sitting down in front of the small couch. The three of you followed his lead, crowding around the tiny fireplace.

“This is your grand plan?” Hoodie questioned, his distrust visible on his face with his mask off. Masky fought the urge to light another cigarette, bringing his knees to his chest. “The fireplace as well as our body heat is enough to survive. Unless you have a better idea, be quiet,” Masky replied dryly. Toby took the opportunity to lay his head in your lap, a place he had been time and time again. You had taken on this role long ago, stroking his chestnut hair until the unpredictable ticking time bomb fell asleep. Tonight was no exception, even as you settled in next to Masky.

You ignored the ever growing tension that sprouted with each second as your arms touched, the smell of his cologne mixed with tobacco flooding your nostrils. Tensions were ever growing as your arm brushed against his, your energies so magnetic it made you unmistakably nervous. Nervous. You never felt nervous in any other situation. But around Masky? Especially close like this? You might as well have been a flirty high school girl. Hoodie ignored the three of you, jumping over the arm of the couch and making himself comfortable. He was always reserved like that, refusing to touch any of you unless he was back handing Toby. The couch squeaked under his weight, the squeaks continuing until the older proxy got settled.

You continued to play with Toby’s hair, swirling your fingers around his scalp. “Warm enough kid?” Masky asked, his voice more rough than usual. You tried to avoid staring, noticing him taking off his mask out of the corner of your eye. You wanted nothing more than to soak in his features, especially since his mask was practically glued to his face a majority of the time. Instead you forced yourself gaze to remain forward, watching the fire flicker. “I suppose,” You mumbled, catching a knot in Toby’s hair. You refrained from cringing as you brushed it through with your fingers, thankful he couldn’t feel pain as he slept soundly. The sound of Hoodie’s soft snores put Masky a little more at ease, his next words something he wouldn’t admit to the other two men next to you.

“You were right about earlier. I was an asshole, I should’ve had us head here to begin with,” Masky admitted timidly. He didn’t like being the leader, that role automatically assigned to him like it was his birth right. What he didn’t like even more than that, was admitting that he was wrong. He expected ridicule, which he would’ve gotten if you were Hoodie or Toby. But instead you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your cheek against the fabric of his sweater. “I know you were just trying to please The Operator,” You whispered. You continued playing with Toby’s hair, ensuring your hand didn’t stop. You glanced up in his direction, soaking in his thick eyebrows and awkward side burns. His chocolate eyes met yours unsurely, an eyebrow raising.

“What are you doing to me kid?” Masky grumbled, his own heart beginning to race. This was bad news, feeling this way towards you. But the orange glow against your skin had him reeling in his own skin. “You tell me boss,” You whispered back, edging your lips towards his. It caught you off guard that Masky made the first move, planting his lips against yours. His lips were as chapped as yours, his taste a recognized mixture of mint and cigarettes. You melted under his touch, eagerly kissing him back. He was intoxicating, his large hand slipping into your hair.

You could feel your core throbbing with desire, your cheeks flushing pink as you realized this. Being a proxy didn’t exactly equate a productive sex life, your body longing for the touch of another human. You couldn’t get enough of his lips, his desperation. It was just as passionate as yours, both of you longing for human compassion. You shuddered as his large hand slithered down to your thigh, your legs parting instantly. His cold fingertips trailed up your sensitive skin, tracing your skin teasingly. You held back a soft groan, Masky eager to hear you make sinful noise for him. He was so close to your core, your body shuddering at the idea-

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

Hoodies voice was sharp, abruptly interrupting your lustful daze. Love affairs between proxies was forbidden, a strict rule made clear to you by The Operator. While he gave the same speech to Kate, he knew that her feralness would unintentionally have her follow his rule to a T. You, however, were semi more mentally stable, with a knack for fashion and semi put together appearances. For the first time you saw panic across Masky’s eyes, causing you to clear your throat. “Sharing body warmth obviously, you cold Hoodie?” You asked, the lie leaving your lips before you had time to consider the repercussions. For a second you could’ve swore you saw a glimpse of Brian, a playful smirk crawling up his lips.

Your hand abandoned Toby’s hair, grabbing a handful of Hoodies coat to drag him closer to you. You managed to spare a moment of hesitation, dragging his lips to clash into yours. You were tense at first, unsure what the proxy would do. You were surprised to feel him meet your desperation all the same, the nagging realization of his similar loneliness crashing over you. Teeth clashed with teeth, his desperation resulting in a deeper kiss than you expected. You found yourself getting even more flushed, knowing Masky’s eyes were burning into yours. He took the opportunity to press his hand against your core, noting how damp your panties were already.

“You’re gonna wake the kid up,” Hoodie grunted, reluctant to pull away from your lips to begin with. Masky rubbed against your swollen slick, earning a small whimper from you. “I’m a-a-already up,” Toby said groggily, sitting up. You avoided his gaze as he soaked in the sinful sight in front him, Masky’s hand on your cunt and Hoodie’s lips mere centimeters from yours. You swallowed, your core throbbing at the idea of taking all three of them at once. After all, you had to convince yourself you weren’t lying. This entanglement was nothing more than an exchange of body heat, a way to keep warm.

Right?

You turned your head towards Toby swallowing nervously as you leaned forward to kiss him. It caught him off guard, his light grey cheeks forming a tint of pink as he matched your actions. Two sets of large hands rearranged you as you lost yourself into the kiss, your ass in the air as your skirt got flipped up. “Fuck,” Masky mumbled, his cold hand sending goosebumps across your skin. You could hear Hoodie moving on the couch, causing you to pull away from sucking on Toby’s bottom lip. The clinking of his belt fully caught your attention, your eyebrows raised. “Do you um, not wanna be warm?” You asked slowly. A pang of embarrassment shot through you, a creeping worry of his lack of desire for you arising. The taller proxy smirked, unzipping his jeans.

“I just wanna watch you get knocked down a few pegs, now go on and kiss Masky again,” Hoodie ordered, palming himself through his jeans. You turned to Masky, cheeks flushed red and heart pounding as you met his gaze. His pupils were blown with lust, his face in the softest state you had ever seen it. You met his lips eagerly, obeying Hoodies demand. Toby took the opportunity to come up behind you, his cold hands slipping under your shirt. Your hand slithered its way down to Masky’s crotch, palming his hard boner. You were satisfied to hear a small groan claw its way out of his throat, your lips eagerly swallowing it. You arched your back as Toby’s curious fingertips found their way to your breast, squeezing harshly at your perky nipples.

“N-No bra? You’re just d-d-dying to get fucked huh?” Toby snickered. Goosebumps trailed down your spine as you whimpered, nibbling on Masky’s bottom lip. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, soaking in his facial expression. “Let me suck you off,” You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek as Toby harshly twisted your left nipple. Masky seemed at a loss of words, something that rarely occurred to him. He looked over you, eyeing a mischievous Toby. “Hey kid, make yourself useful and let her ride your face,” He said, his words laced with authority. You couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread over you as Toby laid on his back, nuzzling himself between your knees.

“Sit back on his face princess,” Hoodie ordered, pulling his cock out of his boxers. Masky clenched his jaw, having momentarily forgotten Hoodie was even there. He watched your shaky hands fiddle with his belt, slowly lowering yourself onto Toby’s eager mouth. You nervously glanced down at the younger proxy, licking your dry lips. “You can uh, touch yourself you know, or something,” You offered unsurely, feeling him shove your panties to the side with his cold fingertips. Masky placed his hand on the back of your head, gently reminding you to focus. “He’ll figure it out kid, stop worryin’ so much,” Masky grumbled. You continued to focus on undressing him, whimpering as you felt Toby’s warm tongue dart in between your folds.

“This is taking way too fuckin long. Let’s speed things up shall we?” Hoodie asked, his cock already exposed and in hand. Your eyes widened as he took out his hand gun, clicking off the safety. “Get to sucking princess,” Hoodie barked. Toby continued to lap at your folds, his tongue messily flicking your clit. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Masky argued. His attention was diverted once you took him in your mouth, eagerly bobbing your head up and down on his hard cock. Hoodie smirked at your reaction, noting the way your thighs squeezed Toby’s head harder. “Look at her Mask. You think a girl like us isn’t into some freaky shit? Now shut up and enjoy it,” Hoodie snickered, stroking himself to the sight.

Toby was eager, his hand pumping his own shaft as he devoured your cunt. He couldn’t get enough of your taste, his soft groans muffled by your soaked folds. Your hips involuntarily grinded against his face, your own moans sending vibrations around Masky’s cock. The brunette tried to hide his own sinful noises, but you taking him to the base cancelled out any possibility of him being able to do so. His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, assertively guiding you up and down his cock. Hoodie couldn’t get enough of the sinful sight, your knees digging into the hard wood as you struggled to hold yourself up. He wouldn’t stop watching even if the world collapsed.

Meanwhile Masky was struggling to hold on, having spent years and years with his hand as his only companion. Your mouth was so warm and wet, your throat only making it harder to resist cumming right then and there. “Fuck kid, you’re gonna be the death of me,” He grunted, feeling your tongue swirl around his tip. Your eyes were already flooded with tears, your gaze meeting his as you deep throated him. It was embarrassing to Masky how fast he knew he was going to cum, your sweet face only bringing him closer to the edge. Hoodie noted this as well, noticing the way Masky’s hips began slowly stuttering. A sadistic thought came to mind, one that he knew would ensure a good time for every party involved.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly, your thighs squeezing Toby’s head so tightly you were almost worried about him. “Go on princess, that’s it. Ride Toby’s face like the good whore you are,” Hoodie purred, stroking himself. He enjoyed watching your micro expressions, your mannerisms. The way your eyebrows furrowed when Toby licked you just right. Masky momentarily pulled out of your mouth, craving to hear your moans. Your spare hand was tugging at Toby’s hair, whimpers clawing their way out of your throat. “Fuck, feels so good T-Toby-” You whined, tilting your head back. Precum and saliva covered your swollen lips, your gaze meeting Masky’s. “Can I cum? Fuck, please let me cum,” You whined, struggling to contain yourself. Masky smirked at your request, briefly giving Hoodie a cocky glance.

“Go on kid, cum for us,” He cooed. Words couldn’t describe the satisfaction he felt as you came on Tobys face, your eyes rolling back and legs shaking. You planned to get off, a click from Hoodies gun ripping you away from your ride of euphoria. “I didn’t tell you to get off, did I? Keep riding princess,” Hoodie barked. Toby was still as eager as ever, his mouth gratefully accepting you as you lowered back down onto him. He lapped at your slick, devouring your cum. “Nobody’s stopping until everyone cums. That’s only fair, isn’t it?” Hoodie asked mockingly. You rolled your tongue out across your bottom lip, presenting yourself for Masky to use. “Masky, please, let me taste you,” You pleaded, struggling to stay upright. The overstimulation was making your body twitch, the brunette quick to shove himself back in your mouth.

Something about this, watching you be overstimulated and cumming, drove Masky feral.

He was more aggressive this time, pulling your hair and forcing your jaw to go slack. You whined as you struggled to keep up, saliva trailing down the sides of your mouth. “Such a good hole for me to use, fuck,” Masky groaned. He could feel himself coming closer to his orgasm, his hips stuttering as he thrust one final time down your throat. His warm seed made you gag as you struggled to keep him in your mouth. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you gripped his thighs, swallowing him whole. He pulled out of your mouth, watching you gulp for air. You were so pretty like this, your face fucked out and sounds nothing more than incoherent babbles. You could hear Toby’s groans growing louder as well, your thighs squeezing around his head as he came on his stomach. The three of you were spent, Toby’s tongue momentarily coming yo a pause.

The sound of Hoodies gun clicking caught all three of your attention, the taller proxy not hiding his sadistic grin. “Not all of us have cum, have we?” He asked, sending a shiver of fear and arousal down your spine. “Keep sucking princess,” He barked. His gaze landed on Toby, whose eyes were barely visible from between your thighs.

“And keep eating her out kid, I wanna see her squirm.”

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You were painfully oblivious to Walkers massive crush on you. You two had been neighbours ever since he had moved in to the house beside yours in pre-school. The connection had been instant between you two.

And as age and maturity tracked your friendship what started as meeting outside to draw on the pavement with coloured chalk turned into sneaking out of your houses and trekking to target.

The biggest problem that had ever rose between your hearts was the long time he was away to film Percy Jackson. You two had never spent time away from eachother, opting to go to eachother’s family holidays and even beg to be put in the same classes at school.

Walker having to leave and fly to Canada was tougher than either of you had anticipated. Separation anxiety was definitely a word thrown around by your friends and family, and you missed him dearly. Though, Walker missed you even more.

The separation only clarified Walker’s feelings for you. He was in love with you. He always had been forever but he buried it deep inside, classing it as platonic admiration instead of admitting that he was head over heels and had been for years.

But it was hard to escape feelings that were so all-consuming.

When filming season one wrapped up, the two of you spent all your time together. Giving Walker tons of photos and memories to store with him while he was back in Vancouver for season two.

That is how he started ‘soft launching’ you on his instagram. The first post started with a chaos of questions. Many from you.

His cast members had caught on to his infatuation and only ever commented with disappointed faces to his delusional posts but you were left in the dark.

You didn’t like the gnawing feeling in your gut every time you viewed Walker’s social media. Who was this girl who had him this down bad? Why wouldn’t he tell you? Why wasn’t it you?

You were truly so oblivious that you somehow didn’t even realise that the girl in the photos were you.

It wasn’t until you saw a Tiktok that annotated all of his posts that it clicked .

It shows multiple pieces of evidence that the mystery girl was you. A hoodie the girl was wearing that was on your account as well. A side by side photo that made it look a helluva lot like you. A coffee cup he posted that had your custom order on it.

Suddenly it was viral and everyone thought it was you. Fans of him flooded your DM’s you were tagged in several comments and your friends and his alike were going crazy.

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You don’t even let him say hello before you burst out, “It’s me! I’m the soft launch?!”

“What happened to hello?” He teased, a smirk smugger than you had ever seen on his face.

You rolled your eyes, narrowing your eyes at your best friend. “Hello Walker William Scobell. Now tell me why everyone is telling me that the girl in all those photos was me.”

“Yes sweetheart, it was you the whole time.” He chuckled, dragging a hand down his jaw, “It’s always been you. You’re just oblivious.”

“Hey excuse you. I am not oblivious,” You retorted.

Walker shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “I mean… C’mon who else could it be y/n?”

You can only stare at him, jaw dropped and unable to breathe. Because now that you really think about it, who else could it be. The captions, the hoodies, the messages, the way he had been captured multiple times looking at you like you hung the stars.

You let out a shaky breath, your voice softer now, “So you weren’t just playing the internet.”

His smirk drops, and it is replaced by such a sincerity in his eyes that it takes your breath away. “No silly, I was playing you.”

A laugh bubbles out of your throat but you can’t formulate any word in your head but; oh! The way he’s looking at you right now is like he’s already won.

Walker raises a brow “So… did it work?”

“Did what work?” You question quietly, swallowing forcefully.

His voice goes unbelievably soft, the tone he uses when you’ve just slept over and he’s tenderly waking you up. “Soft launching myself to you.”

Tbe silence stretches and your heart beats at a speed that doctors wouldn’t approve of.

Walker watches you through the screen, ever so patient.

You take a shaky breath “So… you’re saying this whole time… you’ve liked me?” The last two words come out as an uncertain squeak. Like you’re not too sure you want him to hear.

Walker blinks “Mhm, I always have.”

Your stomach flips “And the playlist?”

“Just me trying to tell you I love you through our favourite songs.”

You exhale sharply , your eyes fluttering closed “Oh my god.”

Walker leans closer to the screen, a smile on his lips “Childhood friends falling in love. What a concept.”

Your heart malfunctions. And you hate how easily he’s saying it like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down.

You shake your head, laughing under your breath “You’re unbelievable.”

He grins “You love it.”

You smile because you do. You really, really do.

So you finally voice it, your words hardly a whisper “Yeah I do.”

Walker freezes, the teasing smile fades. His eyes flicker between yours like he has to know you’re being serious, waiting for you to take it back. “…You do?”

You nod. There’s no going back now. “Yeah Walker I really do.”

His face breaks into the biggest, dopiest smile you’ve ever seen.

But before you can even process it he hangs up.

“What the hell,” You mutter.

Then your phone buzzes “Omw. Open the door.”

Your stomach drops and then confusion kicks in. Isn’t he meant to be in Canada right now?

Nonetheless, you sprint to the mirror, fixing your disheveled appearance from running yoir hands repeatedly through your hair when you found out. Two seconds later there’s a knock on the door.

And when you open it, Walker’s right there.

Grinning. Out of breath. Eyes shining with everything that he wanted to say.

And then? He says none of it.

He just cups your cheeks with a quick, quiet “Can I please?”

As soon as you nod, he presses his lips to yours.

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Juno • S.H

♡ a/n: oh hi! my first steve oneshot ever! I'm a little bit nervous but drunk enough to not care! hope however read this, likes it!

♡ pairing: boyfriend!steve x girlfriend!reader

♡ summary: While waiting for Steve’s pie to get ready, you and him spend some time together, talking about (and experiencing) making babies.

♡ warnings: inspired by the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, established relationship, kissing, no use of y/n, SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, pillow talk, breef talk of pregnancy. This oneshot is +18, therefore MDNI!

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“I can feel you staring, you know?”

You couldn't help it, not when Steve was bending over the balcony of his kitchen, carefully cutting out the pie dough to make some kind of pie art that he insisted to keep as a surprise from you.

“Oh I do, but you know, your butt looks really amazing on those pants”

“Oh my god, you're making me feel so objectified right now.” He scoffed.

You let out a laugh as you let your head fall back, and waited patiently for Steve to finish his handmade art. You got back to your book, quickly remembered since you couldn't stare at your boyfriend for too long.

As the minutes passed by you got immersed in the story, not hearing Steve closing the oven, or even his steps to your direction, surprising you as he laid between your legs on the couch. You raised the book to the height of your forehead, making a little book cabin, and Steve got even closer as he passed under it.

“Hi” He said as your noses touched.

“Hi, pretty” You smiled.

He kissed you softly, not a worry in the world as he was in the arms of his favorite person, with a delicious pie ready in about 30 minutes.

You closed the book and put it away on the coffee table, running a hand through his hair and the other on his soft cheek.

You let out a sigh followed by a whine when he squeezed your waist, deepening the kiss and let his tongue roll over your mouth.

God, you love him so much, that sometimes feels like words weren't enough, you needed to show him physically, you wished he could mark you forever, and you him. As delusional as it sounds, you wished you could impregnate him, but were also happy with the idea of him impregnating you.

As Steve leads a trace of hot, open mouth kisses through your jaw and neck, you let your mind wonder, already drunk in love and lust.

“I love when you do that” You said, feeling Steve work harder on a spot to leave it a mark.

He hummed and then asked “Why is that?”

“Because you always leave a mark. I love it, it feels like you are marking me forever.” 

Your doe passionate eyes made his stomach flip, and Steve wondered if he could possibly be more in love with you.

Kissing him again, this time hungrier and if it's possible, more love, you let your hands travel down his shirt, going under it to gently scratch the skin on his ribs, making him shiver.

“I wish I could mark you forever.” Steve said in a brief moment when his mouth wasn't glued to your body.

Taking off his shirt and helping you with yours, Steve came down to your chest, feeling the hot skin and your hard nipples against him. With the urge to feel him closer, you started to push his sweater pants and boxers down, signaling to him to do the same with your pants.

Retracting your hands from his waistband, Steve only took off your clothes, with patience and a grin on his face.

“Calm down baby, we're in no rush.” 

You whine and was about to protest when he went down at your nipples, nibbling and sucking with such desire, taking his time with each one of them, then leaving a track of kisses and bites all over your stomach and inner thighs, getting closer to your core and making you shiver and squirm under his touch.

Wasting no time, Steve got between your legs in a heartbeat, working his lips and tongue, as you were sighing and finding his hair to pull.

With one hand looking for yours to interlace your fingers, his other was at your entrance, circling around, threatening to get in just to see your frustrating face when he didn't.

“Steve…” You tried to sound like a threat, but it came out as a desperate moan.

As he sucked your clit harder, his fingers finally founded their way in, making you gasp and pull at his hair with satisfaction, letting the most filthy sounds escape your open mouth.

You clenched around his fingers and buckled up your hips in his direction, in a urge to find even more pleasure, feeling Steve curving his fingers inside you.

“Yeah…” You sighed. “You’re always making me feel so good.”

“I know baby, it’s because I love you so much.”

Changing the pace of his tongue and the angle of his fingers, Steve was making you feel overwhelmed, rolling your eyes and letting out the pathetic moans and whines that he loved so much to hear. Steve moved your intertwined hands to your lower belly, applying pressure and making you get to the final stroke, moving your hips in his direction as you let out a high pitched moan and let your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling overwhelmed when he didn't stop stimulating you.

Your hands find his cheeks to push him up, smiling as you see his face half covered in your shining juices. As you open your mouth to speak, Steve attacks your lips in a hurry, passionate and deliciously wet kiss, making you gasp and melt again on his arms.

You could feel his hard dick every time he would stroke his hips into yours, and as you push your hips up as well, Steve fought hard for not to come in his pants.

Breaking up the kiss, he swiftly let go of his sweatpants and underwear, leaving his more than ready member free, gasping as it made contact with your warm tight. Your right hand grab his dick, slowly stroking it’s already wet tip, spreading his pre cum along his lenght. Steve let out a moan whenever your tumb come by his tip, and you just love hearing him beg for you to do something about his painful boner.

Feeling satisfied with his misery, you led his dick to you entrace, sighing when Steve start pushing into you and making you feel full. When he was fully inside, you pushed him into a hearty kiss that turn into a mess of moans and sighs as he start moving ina delicious and slow pace.

“Have you ever imagined-” You interrupted yourself with a high pungent moan when Steve touched a specific spot inside you. “Have you ever imagined what our kids would look like?” 

“Don’t say that.” Steve whined as he melted and hide his face in the conjecture of your neck and shoulder. 

“I’m serious, imagine two of me to make you go crazy. You would die!” You smiled trhough your panting breath.

“Oh, I would die with a smile.” Steve kissed your cheek. “I think about it every time baby, you have no idea how much I dream about it.”

You got lost in your line of though when your boyfriend change the pace, fast and mercly hitting your favorite spot, making you leave half moon marks on his back, showing the amount of pleasure he was giving to you.

“Would you let me but some babies inside you, my love?” He asked, the front of his face glued to the side of yours, following the movements of your body.

“Yes, please! I’m dying for you to give me more than butterflies!” You got your eyes rolling just thinking about it.

“Oh God, I’m going to fill you up every night, until you’re full with our babies” You feel yourself clenching around him at his words, and his strokes started to come in a erratic rhythm.  

“Stevie!” You whined when Steve found your weak spot righ under your ear, and combined with his tumb over your clit was making you close to reach your second orgasm. 

With Steve hitting you so deeply while his hand worked hard on your clit and his mouth on your neck, you couldn’t take for too long until you started combusting in a hot mess of moans and whines with him, feeling his cum going deep inside you when he kept stroking, making sure every last drop wouldn’t got to waste.

You search for his face that was hiding in your neck, longing for a kiss wicht he gave to you without a second though, melting into it with and let his body relax on top of yours. 

“I meant it” You say as your both breaths got serene. “I’ve been imagining what they would look like, and I’m getting lovesick over perfect little versions of us who doesn't even exist yet!”

“I meant it too, babe.” Steve got out of the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. “I dream about having kids with you basically since the day we’ve met.”

“Well I guess we’ll just to try every single freaky position out there, just to make sure, right?” 

“Yeah right, couldn’t loose the chance!” Steve attack your face with kisses as you let out a laugh, pulling his hair.

The timer of the oven going off got you out of your little buble, forcing Steve to detlange himself from you as he rushed to get his pie before it burns.

“No! Stay for like, five more minutes!” You pout.

“I know this trap already babe,” He laughed. “Come with me, I made it just for you!”

He pulled his sweatpants back on and you grabbed his shirt and underwear, rushing after him to the kitchen, patiently waiting for him to reveal the secret adornments he had made on the top of the pie. When Steve pulled the pie out of the oven, you just wanted to jump on him out of cuteness and love, God he knew how to be adorable.

The dough that sat on the top of the pie was full of heart shaped pieces, adorning even the edges that started to turn into a darker shade, and you cold see the cherry filling through some blank spaces.

“Oh Steve, this is so adorably beautiful, I love it!” You could cry out of his sweetness with you. “I love you. So much.”

You kissed him passionately, wishing you could transfer all your love through it.

“I think I love you more, I mean look at this pie, you think you can compete with that?”

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forever yours

summary: you and gojo have been separated for six months due to his troubles. you try to juggle co-parenting your young son and moving on, but gojo makes it obvious he’s not ready to give you up on your relationship yet

warning: just angst

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the separation of you and gojo was hard. you had devoted so much of your life, time and energy to him only to feel like you weren’t a priority. it was a terrible feeling you could push past during the first few years together, but after your wedding and the birth of your son, you started to realize how unfair it was. 

gojo’s job kept him away from home a lot, leaving you to take care of your son, haru. when he did manage to get some time off- things just didn’t feel the same as they once were. he always seemed distracted. 

he still loved you, of course. you were the only woman in his life he had ever truly been in love with. that will never change. and he didn’t realize how much he was slacking until you served him divorce papers one night- looking so defeated. it caught him off guard, and he was surprised that you had taken such a step. 

you were steadfast as gojo tried to convince you out of your decision. and when you didn’t budge he realized how many mistakes he’d made leading up to this moment. he couldn’t blame you, but he also couldn’t force you to take him back. 

he didn’t sign the papers. there’s no way in hell he’d do that. delusional or not, he’d convinced himself you’d be together again and going through the motions of a divorce would just complicate everything. he did reach a compromise with you, though. he was forced to accept the reality that he had lost you as his wife. gojo had enough money to take care of both you and haru so you could focus on raising him without having to work. per your request to live separately, gojo moved into an apartment on the other side of town. 

and when gojo put the last of his belongings in the moving truck haru ran up to him, sobbing as his small body clutched at gojo’s legs. 

“don’t go daddy” haru cried against him. it broke gojo’s heart. not only was he losing you as his wife, but his actions had torn his family apart. haru, the light of his life, was forced to be in the middle of his parent’s separation. it wasn’t fair to him and the guilt ate at gojo everyday.

your son loved his father, and if there was one thing gojo prioritized- it was haru. 

you had to turn away as tears slipped down your cheeks. it was almost too much for you to handle. you tried to stick through your marriage for haru’s sake, but you couldn’t keep up the act anymore. and although you were the one pushing him away, it hurt so much to see satoru leave. but it was the best decision for you, both mentally and emotionally. 

he had moved out six months ago now and still, the house felt all too empty.

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the sound of Haru’s footsteps echo as he moves from room to room, looking for something to occupy his mind. he's become used to his dad not always being around, but he’s just a boy and he still needs his father in his life. gojo is still present, though only on the weekends when he has most of his free time. you would never completely take either of them away from each other. 

you sit on the couch, staring blankly at the screen in front of you- not sure what you had been watching as you aren’t paying attention. haru had been quiet tonight, spending most of his time drawing or playing alone. he’s almost four, now. he’s bright and everything you need. 

you smile as haru walks into the living room, clutching his favorite stuffed animal and rubbing his eyes. 

“mommy,” he yawns softly, “can i call daddy?”.

even after all these months the question is like a knife to your heart. you’ve tried to protect him from the worst of the separation, but the longing in his eyes is something you can’t ignore. you nod, forcing a smile. “of course, baby”. 

the phone rings a few times before gojo answers. his voice always has a warmth to it that makes you melt every time. 

“hey,” he greets. “is it bedtime?”. haru would talk to his dad every night before bed, a ritual that he tries his hardest not to break, even if he is busy with work. 

“yeah, he wants to speak to you”, you say.

haru’s small hands eagerly hold the phone to his ear, his face lights up at the sound of his father’s voice. “daddy! it’s me!”, he says excitedly. your heart melts at how much he loves his father.

gojo’s tone immediately softens. “hi, sweet boy. how’s my little guy doing?” he coos. gojo cherishes every moment he has with haru. it means so much to him to talk to him every night and make sure he’s okay, even if he isn’t around anymore. 

haru babbles about his day and gojo eagerly listens. he loves it when his son gets excited. 

haru clutches the phone tightly after he finishes, suddenly becoming upset. his small voice trembles slightly at his next sentence. “i miss you, daddy. when are you coming home?”. 

the silence on the other end of the line is heavy. gojo’s breathing is a mixture of sadness and regret. he wishes he could be there with the both of you. 

“i miss you too”. he’s not sure how to answer the little boy’s question. it all depends on you and if you are willing to sort through your issues together or not. he hopes you will decide to, but your relationship hasn’t improved much since he moved out. he’s not even sure if you still wear your ring. 

you can see haru’s eyes welling up with tears as he tries to hold back his emotions. 

“why can’t you come home? i want you here with us.”. he didn’t understand why his father had left in the first place. he’s too young to understand the concept of separation, even though you and gojo have explained it to him before. in his mind, if you both love each other then you should all be living together as one. he can’t grasp that even if you love someone so much, sometimes you have to let them go. 

gojo clears his throat. “i know, precious. things are complicated right now, but i promise i’m working on it”. whether he’s successful or not, gojo intends to try to mend things with you in any way he can.

“i’m coming to pick you up tomorrow and we can spend the whole weekend together. how does that sound?”. he tries to cheer haru up. 

the boy sniffles and wipes his eyes. “okay, daddy. i love you”. 

“i love you too, haru,” gojo says softly. “more than anything”. 

after a few more exchanged words and assurances, haru hands the phone back to you before climbing in your lap. you rub his back comfortingly as you bring the phone to your ear. 

“you still there?”, gojo asks. without needing to mask his tone for his son, you can hear just how defeated he sounds. 

you confirm you’re still on the line. the conversation is short- you and gojo discussing when to meet at the park tomorrow for him to pick up haru. in the last few months you’ve stopped having personal conversations with him- just trying to focus on co-parenting. it was easier for you that way.

you look down at your son and brush his hair from his face. he’s a spitting image of his father- same ghostly white locks and stunning eyes that held all the potential of the world within them. every time you looked at him, it was like seeing a smaller, more innocent version of satoru. and that made it harder to move on.

“daddy loves you very much. we’ll see him soon, okay?”, you assure him with a kiss on the head. 

haru nods against your shoulder, his small frame cuddled up to you. “okay, mommy”.

you hold him tightly, wishing you can offer more than just words of comfort. the house is still big and empty, but you try to fill it with all the love and reassurance you could muster. for haru’s sake, you hope that someday soon, this will all be behind you.

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haru’s laughter rings out as he chases a butterfly through the empty park, the pure sound filling the air with a sweetness that tugs at your heart. you watch him, torn between the joy of his innocence and the ache of the life you once dreamed of with satoru. the butterfly flutters just out of haru's reach, and he giggles, his happiness a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

the crunch of footsteps on gravel snaps you out of your thoughts, and though you don’t look up, you know who it is. satoru’s presence is unmistakable, a force that commands attention even without a word. he slides onto the bench beside you, close enough that his warmth seeps into your skin without touching you. he watches haru play for a moment before turning his attention to you. 

“i missed you”. his voice is sweet like honey, the words slipping out effortlessly. it’s that natural charm, the way he makes even the simplest phrases sound enchanting, that drew you to him in the first place. 

you turn to face him, finally meeting his gaze. those damn blue eyes–deep and endless like the ocean—have always been your weakness, pulling you in no matter how hard you try to resist. they hold a mix of emotions, swirling with the memories of a past you can’t quite let go of. his eyes search yours, and for a moment, it feels like time stops, as if the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you and the unspoken feelings hanging in the air.

“what we had was a life full of complications,” you respond, not allowing yourself to get pulled into his trap. “you’re still in that world, satoru. and i can’t be a part of it anymore. haru can’t be a part of it”. 

his jaw tightens as a flicker of determination flashes in his eyes. “just because you’re pushing me away doesn’t mean i’m gonna give up”, his voice is low, laced with a quiet resolve.  “i haven’t given up on us”. the weight of his words hangs between you, thick with emotion, as if he’s daring you to believe him, to see the fight still left in him.

your heart aches at his words. you want to believe him, to let yourself fall back into the warmth of his promises. there is still so much love in your heart for satoru, but love alone isn’t enough to mend the things that had broken you apart. the dangers he faced daily, the secrets he kept hidden away, the growing distance that had slowly stretched between you until it became an uncrossable chasm—it had all become too much. the memories of what you once had clash with the reality of what you've lost, leaving you torn between the past and the painful truth of the present.

“don’t make this harder than it already is.” you plead, feeling your resolve weaken. he reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. 

i’m not ready to let you go,” he admits, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “i don’t know if i’ll ever be.”

the confession hangs between you, heavy and unresolved. it would be so easy to slip back into old habits, to let him back in and pretend that everything could be okay again. but you deserve more than that. and deep down, you know the truth. satoru isn’t ready to change, and you aren’t ready to keep living in a world where he could be taken away at any moment. the weight of his unfulfilled promises and the uncertainty of your future press down on you, a reminder of the painful reality you can’t escape.

“haru needs stability,” you say softly, pulling your hand away. “he needs a life that doesn’t revolve around waiting for his father to come home in one piece”. gojo doesn’t miss a beat

“and what about you?” satoru asks, his voice laced with a vulnerability that he rarely showed. “what do you need?”

for a moment, silence envelops you both, the weight of the question hanging heavily in the air, unspoken yet profoundly understood. you look at him, at the man who once meant everything to you, and feel the tears well up in your eyes.

you need to move on. it’s been half a year, and you’re still in the same place, still foolishly hoping that satoru will change overnight. still waiting for him to burst through the door, fall to his knees, and apologize for everything that’s gone wrong in your relationship. the reality of your stagnant situation presses down on you, a painful reminder that hope alone isn’t enough to mend the fractures that have grown too deep.

haru’s laughter rings out again, drawing both of your eyes to him as he runs toward you, blissfully unaware of the tension between his parents. satoru stands up as haru reaches him, lifting him into his arms with a grin that makes your heart clench. he showers haru’s chubby cheeks with kisses, telling him how much he’s missed him this week, making haru giggle with delight. Satoru is such a good father, and that only makes everything harder.

“ready to go?” he asks, holding haru close. the boy nods, and satoru tells him to say goodbye to you.

“bye, mommy!” haru waves enthusiastically. you kiss his cheek and tell him you’ll pick him up soon.

“i’ll see you sunday?” satoru confirms, his gaze searching yours.

you nod, unable to trust your voice. with one last wave at haru you watch as they make their way toward his car. as they disappear from view, the weight of what you’re leaving behind settles heavily over you. moving on was never easy, but with satoru, it feels almost impossible.

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>> ch 2

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[kaiyunsim]

3 minutes —

pairing : sunshine!jaehee x gn!reader

summary : after accepting a stupid bet from sion, a twenty-eight day countdown began where you have to confess to your long time crush, kim jaehee, or else you don’t talk to him ever again.

warnings : fluff, crack, lots of overthinking and second-hand embarassment, mutual yearning (i think?), very cute !!, featuring sion :>

a/n : i made this in april… hehe enjoy !!

queueing : 3 minutes - nct wish, for: you - kali uchis, wishful thinking - grentperez, trouble - laufey, all i can say - kali uchis

00:00 — our time is running out, not long to go

you’re two days away from a full blown emotional crisis, and sion is making it worse.

he's lying on your bed, legs crossed in the air like he owns the place, scrolling through his phone while your heart slowly melts into the floor. across the room, your whiteboard sits smugly above your desk, mocking you with thick black marker.

“CONFESS TO HIM BEFORE THE 30TH - or never speak of it again !!”

"so," sion says, popping a chip into his mouth. "do you want me to play sad violin music now, or should i wait until you actually chicken out?"

you groan, face planting into your pillow. “i’m not chickening out.”

"suureeee.”

he's not wrong. the bet felt easy four weeks ago. just something dumb to say when you were tired and frustrated and in denial about liking jaehee since the beginning of time. it wasn’t supposed to be real.

but now it’s the 28th. you’re running out of time.

and because you're stupid, you're gonna stick to your word and drop the entire idea of liking him if you don't muster up the courage to confess soon. 'it's a waste of time if it continues any longer, right?'

"c'mon y/n, do it sooner or later." sion cuts off your rambling thoughts. he probably knew that you were overthinking again.

"okay but what if-"

"what if this, what if that. keep making up excuses, time won't stop for you." he says, rolling his eyes at how repetitive you are with each excuse you make. "just do it, if he likes you, you get together. if he doesn't, life goes on"

ugh, sion makes it sound sooo easy. you just want it to be perfect, something you won't look back and start visibly cringing.

“why did i take this stupid bet” you say, burying your face into your pillow once again.

“because you’re sad and delusional.” sion answers almost immediately, like his answer is default. he pops another chip in his mouth. “also because i basically dared you to, and you’re, tragically, a people pleaser.”

your groans from the couch grow in sound causing sion to chuckle.

it was all supposed to be some stupid joke. seeing jaehee open a door for a random sophomore and the signature smile he gives was just so boyfriend coded.

‘he’s nice to everyone’ you repeat to yourself but you can’t stop your heart from beating a little faster when he’s around or your face from heating up when he smiles at you.

especially not since the rainy day after exams

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you’re darting across campus, arms wrapped around your textbooks like a shield, and rain starts to pour down. now you’re left crouched under a lone tree, drenched and muttering to yourself.

then jaehee appears, umbrella in hand, offering the perfect half‑circle of coverage.

“you look like you’re auditioning for a depressed main character,” he jokes, voice calm as raindrops drip onto his hair. “mind if i…?”

he tilts his umbrella just enough so you can slip underneath. you mumble “thank you,” but he waves it off.

“it’s nothing. i do this for anyone who’s caught in the rain.”

and you believe him because every time you see him, he’s doing exactly that. opening doors, carrying groceries, dropping off lost phones. yet in that moment, shoulder to shoulder and both soaked at the hem, it feels undeniably, achingly… personal.

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you peel the pillow off your face and sigh.

“i’m going to throw up,” you mutter into the ceiling.

“just confess,” sion says. “three minutes. that’s all you need. you’ve liked him for forever. what’s the worst that happens?”

you don’t answer. sion sets a three minute timer and slams his phone on the desk.

“you’ve got three minutes to tell me how you would confess”

you freeze. no rehearsed speech. no mental preparation. everything was gone except embarrassment and panic.

0:57 — ballads, classic music, they sure are great, not my style though

random drafts clutter your desk. on a normal day it would be covered with neatly color-coded notes, but today, it’s a messy group of small notes and crafts, things you wanted to give to jaehee. a letter of random yaps stand out from the rest.

“i like the way you say my name”

“your hands are really nice”

“do you wanna get ramen sometime..? or never speak to me again. either works”

you stare at the page and seriously consider setting it on fire. only thing stopping you is the fire alarm going off… and sion

“stupid sion, stupid ideas…” you mumble quietly, crumpling the draft and throwing it at the garbage where it misses.

to your surprise, sion starts humming behind you before walking over, grabbing the draft, and tossing it back to you. he definitely heard you slandering him behind his back.

“like you have better ideas. remember when you spent three days trying to find out and memorize his schedule to try and ‘bump into him’ coincidentally?” he spits out while rolling his eyes like you’re a lost cause.

you throw the pen that you were using at him, only for it to hit his leg with no reaction.

“you folded without him even seeing you and you walked past him. god, it was so embarrassing, i wish i recorded it.” sion continues.

“okay so what is this slander i’m recieving.”

“i’m just saying, you’re gonna have to try harder” he says as he goes to his own room.

when he finally walks off and stops bothering you, you cover you face with your hands, trying to come up with ideas.

dramatic scene? cute promposal? letter in his locker?

you give up, but nothing feels worse than how jaehee keeps acting normal.

he likes your stories, replying to them with things like, “LMFAO ur so unserious.” he even waved to you this morning. the sleepy eyed, hoodie-draped, and unbothered jaehee. doing literally anything like your heart isn’t currently on life support.

you wish he’d do something, anything, to give you a reason to run or stay. instead, he keeps being, well… jaehee. kind, warm, and impossibly close.

[queue a confession plan montage]

you draft text messages before deleting them. you consider fake crying in front of him to get his attention. you rehearse dramatic lines in the mirror like, “if i don’t say this now, i never will”

sion just watching all of this happen in horror. “you need a nap and a divine intervention.”

and just like that, time passes by a little too fast and the clock hit’s midnight.

one day left

sion sighs, “enough. it’s not about the how. just do it. three minutes of courage, remember?” he says, reassuring you with each hand on your shoulder. “doesn’t matter what you say. it matters that you say it.”

you’re almost out of time and somehow you’re still not ready enough to tell the boy who’s always been there that you’ve had feelings for him for a while now. it doesn’t help that you guys can have a normal conversation and he stands there, completely unaware that you’re counting down the minutes like a ticking time bomb, like the world was going to explode.

1:57 — skip the intro, need no outro

you wake up after staying up till two in the morning. it’s not like it’s easy to sleep after finding out you have less than 24 hours to confess.

the sound of the alam is screaming at you. not ringing, not chiming, screaming.

sometime last week sion changed you alarm’s name to “WAKE UP OR DIE” which is quite fitting actually since you’re halfway to cardiac arrest when you see the time.

class started 15 minutes ago.

the last class with jaehee

your last chance.

you bolt upright, take a deep breath of regret, and trip over your own feet before trying to get out of bed. your voice croaks on impact.

“ow- what the… i sound like a dying goat.”

of course you get a sudden sore throat that makes your voice extra raspy, not the best for confessions.

and just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, you go to your bathroom for a mirror check. disaster confirmed.

your hair looks like you just lost a wrestling match with a random squirrel and your hoodie is wrinkled beyond saving. gotta love that bed hair and sleeping with your hoodie.

“i can’t confess like this,” you mutter, voice still raspy, a little better though after you chug a glass of water. you yank your hoodie’s hood up in shame.

but you have two choices.

1. hide in your room forever and never speak to kim jaehee ever again.

2. show up to class, late, looking like someone’s worst picture day photo and pray he still looks at you the same.

of course, you choose humiliation.

getting there was… an experience. your bag was bouncing like crazy, slung on your shoulder. you can’t count how many times it almost fell off of it.

but by some miracle, you arrive outside the lecture hall just as class ends. time is actually running out and it’s all hitting you now.

your heart is pounding. you’re seconds from turning around and admitting defeat when-

you see him

jaehee. leaning against the wall in the hallway. backpack slung over one shoulder, scrolling through his phone, waiting for no one

or maybe you.

your breath catches. not because he sees you, but because he doesn’t. not right away at least

suddenly, your care about the way you look disappears. because if you turn around you, you’ll regret it forever.

you step forward, voice gone, thoughts racing, hands shaking.

jaehee looks up. his eyes catch on you instantly. and he smiles. that same smile that is so precious that it makes you want to frame it.

“yo, you look like you just fought a wind tunnel. you okay?”

you open your mouth. nothing comes out. not even a word. just-

“i—uh—hh—hi” you manage to get out.

your voice breaks. like, full on voice crack catastrophe. jaehee blinks then laughs like nothings wrong.

“you sick or something?”

you shake your head, clutching your chest like it’ll steady your heart. “just tired”

he tilts his head, feeling like he’s watching you a little longer than necessary. “you sure?”

you nod. and somehow that gives you the nerves to say, “can we talk? after school?”

his expression shifts. just slightly. curious. gentle “yeah. of course”

and that’s it. you don’t run. you don’t faint. you just walk away, hoodie clutched tight and stomach flipping.

it wasn’t the best confession, but it was something.

2:47 — turn the beat up, volume up, tune out the noise and now listen here.

you don’t see the text.

you’re halfway through spiraling in your locker mirror, trying to flatten your hair with your sleeve and mouth a pep talk to your reflection. when jaehee’s message comes in.

[jaehee: where should we meet?]

[jaehee: or i can just wait outside?]

you don’t check your phone, you don’t check anything. but you begin to make your way to the same hallway you encountered him earlier.

you’re too deep in your head. rehearsing lines you won’t remember. praying your heart doesn’t fall out of your chest and onto the hallway floor.

and then you turn a corner.

so does he.

he’s looking at his phone. you’re completely zoned out.

bam.

it’s not a full-on crash, but it’s enough to knock you off balance, hands flailing, a soft “ah !” slipping out, heart immediately doing parkour in your chest.

“oh—sorry—”

you look up.

jaehee. his hoodie. his smile. his dumb, perfect face.

“whoa, that’s my bad,” he says, already steadying you by the arm. “you okay?”

your mouth opens. and before you can stop yourself, it all comes out, “i like you.”

you don’t even realize you’ve said it until it’s out in the air. soft, sudden, too fast. like slipping on a step you thought was solid.

jaehee freezes.

you swear you see his eyebrows twitch, just slightly, and his grip on your arm loosens in slow motion. he blinks. then stares. not confused, not shocked. just… processing.

and your body goes cold.

“i—” your voice shakes. “i didn’t mean to say it like that. or here. or now. it wasn’t supposed to be in a hallway after i almost headbutted you—”

he doesn’t say anything.

you keep going. rambling like your brain is sprinting to outrun your shame.

“i had this whole plan. i mean, kind of. okay not really. i panicked, like, a lot. there was going to be a letter. then a conversation. now it’s just—word vomit.”

you force a laugh. it dies halfway out of your mouth.

“i like you. surprise, i guess. i swear i’m not usually this much of a mess.”

you glance up. he’s still looking at you. and then, finally.

he smiles.

not a huge one. not a smirk. just this soft, lopsided curve that starts in his eyes before it hits his lips. like the truth of what you said has landed and he’s letting it settle.

“do you want to try again,” he says quietly, “but slower this time?”

you stare. “what?”

he shrugs, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “i want to hear you say it again. but, y’know… like you mean it.”

“i do mean it,” you say, breath catching.

“then say it. slower. this time I’ll listen with both ears.”

he’s teasing, just a little. but his voice is so calm. so real. like he’s trying to make it easier for you to breathe. so you do. you inhale, exhale, and look him in the eyes.

“i like you,” you say again. “you’re kind. and funny. and too nice sometimes. and i’ve been trying to ignore it, but every time you smile or laugh or say my name like it’s not a big deal, i just—” you pause. “i like you. a lot.”

he watches you. his smile softens. and this time, he steps closer.

“i was hoping that’s what you were going to say,” he murmurs. “i’ve kind of been waiting.”

your breath hitches. “you have?”

he laughs. quiet, sweet, like the sound of a secret being kept safe. “you think i just replied to all those 2 a.m. memes and came to study sessions for fun?”

your mouth gapes. “i thought you were just… being nice!”

“i am nice,” he grins, “but not that nice.”

you both laugh. and it’s quiet again, but not the heavy kind. this silence feels full. like the space right before a song drops.

like waiting for the best chorus to begin.

3:00 — a whole three minute song is a weird flex

you’re not sure how long you walk.

you don’t even remember where you were going anymore. the hallway doesn’t matter. the clock doesn’t matter. it’s just the two of you, side by side, your hand almost brushing his, your heart still caught somewhere between your ribs and the ceiling.

jaehee is smiling, not the ‘too polite’ kind, not the ‘just being friendly’ kind, it’s small and real, like he’s holding this moment with both hands.

“you’re really quiet,” he says eventually, glancing over at you.

you blink like you just woke up from a dream. “am i?”

“you haven’t said a full sentence in like… five minutes.”

you groan softly and rub your hands over your face. “sorry. i think my brain exploded.”

he laughs. “it’s okay. i kinda liked the word vomit version too.”

you glare at him playfully. “can you not call my deepest emotional breakthrough vomit? only i can call it that.”

“fine,” he teases. “emotional confetti. better?”

you roll your eyes, but the situation makes your cheeks burn. because this is real. this is really happening. you said it. he heard it. he smiled.

but your chest still feels tight. your thoughts still loop like a broken record. you mumble, mostly to yourself, “i don’t know what i’m supposed to do now…”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, eyes fixed on your shoes. “i’ve never actually… gotten here. past the crush part. past the chaos. this is the part where i usually, i don’t know, daydream?”

you laugh, but it’s fragile. your voice trembles on the edges. “what if i mess it up? or get weird? or scare you off?”

jaehee stops walking. you feel his hand barely graze yours again.

then, he laces your pinky with his. just that. not a full handhold. not a bold move. just a promise in miniature.

“then we take it slow,” he says. “we figure it out. together.”

you stare at your tangled pinkies. your voice is a whisper. “you really like me?”

“is that a serious question after like three confessions and a hallway collision?”

you grin. and it finally sinks in.

he likes you.

you like him.

and somehow… that’s enough.

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somewhere across campus, sion is binging some show in your shared dorm room, phone in hand, waiting for your dramatic all-caps text. instead, he gets this,

[you: i did it.]

[you: i think he likes me.]

[you: like. actually.]

ten seconds later:

[sion: SHUT. UP.]

[sion: YOU ACTUALLY SAID IT?!]

[sion: OMG YOU’RE A LEGEND I’M GOING TO FRAME THIS]

[sion: did you cry. be honest.]

[sion: IS HE HOLDING YOUR HAND.]

you smile down at the screen.

jaehee peeks over your shoulder. “who’s that?”

“sion. he’s been emotionally invested in this since day one.”

“should i say hi?”

“if you do, he might rub it in my face that he was right and that you did like me.”

jaehee grins. “we’ll save that for the next confession, then.”

and you just… laugh. because maybe love doesn’t need fireworks or speeches.

maybe all it needs is a little chaos, a little courage, and someone who smiles when you stumble.

three minutes is enough time after all.

ty for reading :>

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[planethibiscus]

Yandere daisuke headcanons? Sorry I got really hyperfixated on mouthwash

YANDERE DAISUKE

TWS: general obsessive behaviours.

Yandere Daisuke's song is SWEET TOOTH by CAVETOWN.

PERSONALITY

Daisuke is an obsessive, delusional and remorseful yandere. One that's absolutely smitten with being in love with you.

His obsession stems from a place of reverence. He sees you as this perfect person who is everything he didn't know he wanted. It's such a coincidence that he'd ever get to meet you out of the billions of other people in the world that it almost feels like fate is trying to throw him a bone. Maybe you're made for eachother, he hopes so.

But it's also influenced by insecurity. There's this sense of urgency behind every second of his life now that he's met you. He's stuck between the fear of getting rejected and the urge to lock you down before this trip ends and you walk back out of his life forever. He can't waste this amazing opportunity now that he's met you, so he overthinks every little microism and interaction he might have with you in a neurotic way.

Daisuke's delusions are connected to his fanatical mannerisms. You are his dream person, so you can do no wrong. You're incapable of any deliberate transgression and if somebody is upset at you then it's entirely their fault for misunderstanding. He's happy to play mind games. If he ever catches himself disagreeing with you then he'll try to convince himself that you're right. You could tell him that 2 + 4 is 10 and he'd spend hours trying to prove your equation for you on Swansea's whiteboard. You could kick him in the nuts and he'd still tell you it was hilarious whilst curled up on the floor and crying.

He's an absolute enabler. This means that if you want something he's the first one to comply. He's the definition of a yes man, he'll never say no because he's just lucky to even be invited along! He wants to show his support, and it definitely has nothing to do with how frightened he is that maybe you won't like him back if he ever has a different opinion. He's scared of coming across as a controlling guy because you won't be into that, right? He figures that his best shot of wooing you is to act just like you, because you're the coolest person he knows.

His remorse comes from struggling with his emotions. When he gets jealous it destroys him because being difficult and angry is the antithesis of his regular personality. He feels ashamed and scared of these new bad emotions, and knows on a deeper level that at least those ones aren't healthy. He's never felt so deeply for another person and it's beautiful, he's so grateful for it, but he's worried that he won't be able to keep it together and might hurt you in the process.

When he's really thinking about it, he's aware of how dependent he is on you. You make him feel so good, the best he's ever felt in his whole life. But then you also make him feel absolutely horrible when you aren't near or paying him enough attention. Sometimes he's scared that you won't be into a super sappy guy like him...

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HANGING OUT

Daisuke is absolutely the type of guy to use the yawn and stretch method when he's sat next to you, except he's always too chicken to actually follow through. He wants to put his arm around you so badly, but he'll get to the pinical of his fake yawn and realise that he's much too scared to actually make a move on you. He'll try again and again and end up stuck like that, with his arms raised in the same spot and repeatedly side eyeing you until you wonder just how tired this guy is. Then after an embarrassingly long stretch he'll let them flop down again, dejected.

He really, really likes to match you. Whether it be the amount of steps you're taking to get to a place, the particular way that you swing your arms when you're walking, maybe the tempo of your breathing. You're more likely to notice how he picks the same food item as you whenever you're in the lounge, but if you ever ask about it he'll just laugh and insist that it's his favorite too! Unless it's not your favorite, then it's actually his second favorite, and your favorite is his favorite.

He also mimics your body language because he once saw online that parroting behaviour can make someone like you. He crosses his legs when you cross your legs, shifts in his seat and leans on his hands the way that you do too. He copies the things that you say and uses them like a kid who's just learnt how to swear.

Daisuke likes to see you having fun far too much to ever justify pulling you away from the group, but he will try to get alone time with you whenever he can. This leads to awkwardly meeting you in the hallways and coincidentally taking his breaks at the same time that you are. Sometimes you might see him peeking in through the window of whatever room that you're working in, and when he notices that you've caught him he'll try to act like he was just walking past. He'll duck his head back and then stiffly pass the door again just to try and sell it.

He's very performative for you. He's the type of guy to jump in front of whatever he perceives a threat to you. This could be a bug or someone twice his size. He will comically roll up his sleeves and try to crack his neck, maybe even uttering a dead serious "let me take care of this, babe." even if he won't win. Anything for your attention and a chance to display his devotion.

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LOVING YOU

Daisuke's love language is messy. He's a big fan of all of them, but if they were going to be put on a list then it'd probably go:

Acts of service.

Quality time.

Physical affection.

Words of affirmation.

Gift giving.

He enjoys physical touch a lot. He likes to always have a hand on you if you've given him the green light for physical contact. It helps with his separation anxiety. His hands can never be still even if they're on you though. He'll use your hand like a stress toy, squeezing and fidgeting with it, swinging it around, pulling and stretching out your fingers until you ball your fist up.

But of course just being around you means everything to him as well. That's why quality time is higher on the list.

Unfortunately on the Tulpar he doesn't have a lot of free time to spend with you. He counts down the hours on the clock until he can next see you, eager for the opportunity to say "I need to use the bathroom" to Swansea again so that he can wander the hallways and try to peep on whatever room you're working in.

Because of the free time issue and the fear of making you uncomfortable with unwanted physical touch, he finds that the best way to show his affections is through acts of service. He'll hold open doors by waving his arm through the sensor repeatedly even if you're at the opposite end of a hallway, he'll be the first to answer any question you ask like "what time is it?" and he'll make you a coffee when Swansea is waiting for his own, but it's going cold because Daisuke is searching the ship for you instead.

He's more comfortable giving compliments than receiving them because he's not used to being praised, but that's not to say he doesn't adore it if you do. Just don't expect him to know how to accept a compliment. He's going to hit every single one back at you with a "nooo, you're way better-" like you're playing a tennis match.

Gift giving is at the bottom, but only because he can't give you anything on the Tulpar. He'll try to sneak you pilfered packets of sweetener if you'll accept them, but if you don't want those then there's not much he can offer you. If you were on earth then he'd spend all of his allowance on pretty things for you. Snacks, trinkets and dates too if you'd go on one with him. He'd like to take you thrifting one day. He'd also like to marry you, but that's a little later down the line.

A/N: thank you for requesting! I've gotten a handful of yandere Daisuke requests so I wanted to post this fast and high quality. I'm a slow writer because I work a lot irl and when I have free time I'm often too tired to think, let alone write. I hope this was good. Lots of love <3

[lunartuness]

I know a lot of people are hoping for it, but I actually kinda hate the idea of Vox hypnotizing Alastor. Not because I think it’s out of character or anything like that (man is a narcissistic villain it’s been known) but I just really like the idea of Vox simply not being able to.

Fair warning! A lot of this is based on my many headcanons 😅

I’ve heard people headcanon that Vox and Val are kind of neutralized against one another. Vox can’t smell Val’s smoke and Val can’t see Vox’s hypnosis. I like this a lot! Except (whoops I can’t remember if this is canon or just my headcanon) Val’s saliva is the aphrodisiac, meaning enough kissing or even spitting in Vox’s drink and he could be drugged. Similarly, I think with enough time and patience Vox could hypnotize Val or any other sinner that has an advantage by having poor eyesight. It’s probably harder to start and maintain, but it can be done. And I love the idea that with enough patience and cleverness Vox and Val are dangerous to each other! I think it’d work super well with their dynamic in the show of them being partners who care about one another and are working together but could be pushed to betray one another for the right price! It’d be hard to convince them, just as it’d be hard for it to actually work, but it can be done.

Now back to Vox and Alastor, I want it to be impossible for Vox to hypnotize Al. Oh he can try. He can keep Alastor bound and staring at him forever and it still wouldn’t work. Why? Not because he’s too powerful or smart or anything like that but simply because they’re too similar.

(Another headcanon whoops) I like to think Vox can hypnotize people because he can manipulate people’s brain waves the same way you would radio waves. He can turn on and off signals to parts of the brain the same way you tune in to get a good signal. Essentially, he forces them to follow and listen to his signals.

But then there’s Alastor, the radio demon, the one who can broadcast to all of hell with nothing more than a thought. Alastor, who has been manipulating signals and radio waves long before Vox was even in Hell. It just doesn’t work on him. He can’t be brute forced switched like Vox usually does or even gently coaxed and proded like with Val. They’re already broadcasting on the same radio waves, after all, and while television might dominate that space now, it has always been mastered and belonged to radio, to Alastor. He’s immune simply from how he functions alone. Vox would be better off trying to screw with the signals to give Alastor a migraine than he ever would be trying to hypnotize him.

And I think ultimately this would represent their relationship very well too! Vox may have more going for him in this modern age (may have advantages like hypnosis) but Alastor is older. He doesn’t need to rely on tricks when his reputation alone is enough to get him where he needs to be. Besides, they’re two halves of the same coin (I say in delusional Radiostatic). They use the same radio waves, know each other’s frequency by heart, and can always tune in to one another’s signals. They’re equals no matter what fancy powers Vox develops or how many years Alastor disappears. They were always going to be equals the second Vox fell to Hell because they are the only two who can manipulate the radio waves, an entire powerful subsection of Hell just for the two of them. My guess is that’s why Alastor was ever interested in Vox in the first place.

But beyond shipping I do hope we get to see just how similar and connected they are in season two. I really do think it would be much more symbolic if Vox can’t hypnotize Alastor no matter how hard he tries (just like he can’t get Alastor to respect him no matter what he does) when that should really be the one thing he has over Al. No matter how powerful Vox gets or what he does, Alastor is always going to be just out of reach. And for a man like Vox who seems to always get what he wants, I think that might drive him to do some absolutely wild things in the next season.

(And of course for Alastor it’s a safety and a relief. He can remain confident that he can always best Vox no matter what. No matter how much more Vox seems to grow than him, he’s fine in the past and his stagnation and his ideals. Vox is obviously wrong about his whole philosophy, he has to be. The TV’s evolution could never truly pose a threat to him, could it?)

[redbullgirly]

HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 2, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau]

Summary: Lewis and his "real life Barbie" girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, are enjoying each others company during winter break. February brings unexpected drama when the seven-time World Champion decides to leave his team... though is that the only surprise waiting for the fans?

Warnings: Little cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making part 3 soon enough :).

Author's Note: This is continuation of the Lewis x barbie!fashion!icon!reader request, hope you'll all like it. This time there wasn't so much of "barbie content", but I'm sure you won't mind. I honestly love this series, plus there are still many photos for me to use, so stay tuned and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :)

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lewishamilton Happy holidays from our little trip to mountains 🏔

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user1 I swear to God this is the first time I see Lewis in snow

user2 ikr? like can he even sky? isn't it dangerous for him as an f1 driver??😭

yourusername merry christmas everybody, love u!!🎄🫶

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user3 Very happy and merry Christmas to you too Y/N🥰

user4 yeah yeah... but where's the usual christmas post y/n?!

user5 that's what I wanna know user5 😥

user6 She always posts the hot pics with their tree... and this year nothing ☹️

yourusername omg sry guys, i didn't think you'd care sm! i was actually sick on the christmas eve and didn't feel like celebrating 🙈💖

user4 ohhh that's totally okay y/n!!!!

user7 Thanks for replying, hope you'll get better soon!❤️‍🩹

charles_leclerc I see you're copying my training now😉

user8 lol charles just try not to fall on your face on ski

user9 no but can you imagine if we got Charles & Lewis training together in the mountains 😩

user10 It wouldn't even have to be in the mountains... I'd actually prefer them training somewhere hot so they don't have to wear shirts🤭

user9 i love your way of thinking girly

user11 King 👑

roscoelovescoco Mom's and dad's playing's in's the snow's ❄️

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user12 they left you home alone Roscoe?

roscoelovescoco Of course's not's... my auntie's watched's me's ☺️

user13 This is so adorable🥹🥹

user14 y'all don't understand how much I love their little family

user15 😘🖤✌️💯🌟

user16 y/n's ski suit looks so cool

fencer Good times man!

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user17 You are my God, Lewis Hamilton❤️

mercedesamgf1 Enjoy your holidays and don't break anything please!⛷🤍

yourusername trying!! 😊🌨

user18 lmfao

user19 Imagine if their best driver broke a leg or smth💀

user20 as a Lewis fan that'd be the last straw of my depression xd

user21 It's enough they couldn't build him a decent car last two years 🥲

user21 you & y/n are the best couple ever!🥰❤️

user22 Why's Lewis in red tho?

user23 sus 🤨

user24 some of you are truly bored and delusional🤣

user25 He probably has it so Y/N can see him on the slope and watches over him tbh

user26 idk where the narrative of lewis being bad at skying came from but i love it 😭

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lewishamilton replied to your story: Love you so much baby!❤️

yourusername love u too!!!💞

lewishamilton You are my brave girl, aren't you?

lewishamilton It's great you share your experience with others Y/N and trust me when I say I'll always be there for you 🫶🏾🫶🏾

yourusername awww lew, i know and i'll be always so grateful for it 🥰

lewishamilton Anything for my Barbie yourusername reacted with ❤️ to this message

user1 replied to your story: You and Lewis are just soooo cute omg

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: forever y/n!!🤍🌺

yourusername ofc!!!

yourusername you're probably the only reason i hope the negotiations w ferrari will work out 🙈🤭

alexandrasaintmleux oh yeah, it'd be great to have you in the garage next year 💕

yourusername yeah, let's see what happens in few weeks!

user2 replied to your story: so prettyyyyyy i wanna be u

user3 replied to your story: THE IT GIRL

landonorris replied to your story: The question isn't if you'll be at every gp but if you'll come to McLaren hospitality for one of them😏

yourusername pretty sure mercedes wouldn't be happy about that 🫣

landonorris Oh c'mmon Y/NNNN

landonorris You promised me like ten years ago you'd come

yourusername you were a literal baby ten years ago lando...

landonorris But a cute baby who deserves to have you in McLaren hospitality!!!

yourusername okay okay, i'll come for a visit this year 😽

landonorris ONE HAMILTON DOWN TWO TO GO💪

yourusername what?? 😭

landonorris I decided my life goal is to get you, Roscoe and Lewis to be my fans 😁😁

landonorris Lewis can wait till retirement ofc 😁😁

yourusername idk if i hate you or love you mr. worldwide

landonorris 🤷😙

user4 replied to your story: Mommy and daddy fr

user5 replied to your story: 😍

user6 replied to your story: Hope you'll heal soon if you're still sick!!!

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yourusername my job is beach 🦀🐬🐚🪸☀️ (btw how many emojis is too much??)

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lewishamilton Isn't that supposed to be Ken's line darling?

yourusername theoretically... but i think i look better on the beach, don't you? 🤭🤷‍♀️

lewishamilton Well of course, your fashion taste when it comes to bikini is hard to beat ✨🫶🏾

yourusername damn are you saying i look hot in that bikini mr. hamilton? ☺️💞

lewishamilton It's Sir actually

yourusername oh shut up lew, i knew you're gonna bring it up 😭

landonorris I just witnessed Lewis openly flirting through instagram comments... the world won't ever be the same. I need to bleach my eyes 😓

yourusername yeah u should learn from my bf lando norizz

landonorris Heyyy this is online bullying, someone stop it

yourusername 😘😘

landonorris 🫤

user1 i have no idea what just happened but i loved every second of it

user2 It looks like when Lewis finally interacts with someone on instagram, it can get WILD

user3 not y/n using lando norizz 💀

user4 she's one of us now

user5 BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET Y/N & LEWIS ARE PLS?!!🥹

user6 Y/N living her best life and I'm here for it

francisca.cgomes enjoy!🌴

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yourusername thx kika, you too!!💓

user7 On my knees for you🛐🛐🛐

roscoelovescoco The fruit's on's the plane's was yummy's 😋🥗

yourusername i definitely agree, let's thank dad for spoiling us!💖

lewishamilton My favourites deserve only the best 😉

user8 AWWWW so cute

user9 I'll never understand why rich people torture their pets like this... c'mmon, why would you give fruit to a dog? He needs meat and dog food. 🙄😤

user10 tf user9 you clearly don't know them at all if you think they're torturing Roscoe... this dog has better life than most of us lol xd

yourusername i'd just like to make it clear to everyone that me and lewis take the best care of our dog we possibly can, give him the food he wants and needs and love him dearly. it feels very offending for someone who doesn't see into our private life to assume we're "torturing" roscoe. you'll be blocked user9 and goodbye

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user11 You know you fucked up when queen Y/N herself writes smth like this to you 🫢

user12 tell them girl!!! you & lew are literally the best parents to roscoe ever!!!❣️

user13 🔥😍

user14 THE BODY GIVING

kellypiquet Wow, the dress is so beautiful!💝

yourusername aww kelly thank you sm! definitely have to see each other soon 💕🫶

kellypiquet Can't wait for the girls talk!

user15 omg imagine listening to y/n y/l/n and kelly piquet casually having girls talk w each other 😫😫

user16 The tea has to be hot between the wags

user17 OMG, gorgeous as always 💖

user18 this couple has me in a chokehold

user19 RIGHT?! why is nobody talking about the 4th pic

user20 They're so hot fr 🥵

user21 and cute too🥺

user22 Love you Y/N ���

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lewishamilton It's always important to focus on happy memories and remember the good moments with your loved ones. Couldn't ask for better people around me 🤞🏾💫

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user1 funny how he talks about positivity and then in the first picture he's holding middle fingers up lmfao XD

user2 Maybe he took Daniel's F.E.A. rule to his heart🤣

user3 what's that???

user2 Fuck 'em all

yourusername so lucky to have you around me lew! 🥰💗

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user4 stoppp I love her

user5 I wanna have what they have😩

charles_leclerc 🤞💫

user6 Ariana what are you doing here?!

user7 Beautiful 🙌❤️

user8 ohhh lew w his dad it's so cute

user9 His dad and Y/N in the same post... we are getting fed rn

neymarjr Amen brother!🙏❤️

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user10 I love their their friendship

user11 it's so unreal how the world is small and my fav football player is friends with my fav driver🤭

user12 THE MAN

user13 the second pic is adorable 🥹🥹

user14 I'm jealous but I don't know if I wanna be him or her

user15 honestly i wanna be the third person in their relationship... imagine dating y/n y/l/n & lewis hamilton all at once😩

user16 OMG REAL

user17 boyfriend lewis is my favorite 🫡

1st February 2024

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yourusername guess it's time to change colours ❤️🍓🌹🏎

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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the team, Y/N!❤️‍🔥🏎

user1 you'll make our fav wag depressed next year lol

user2 Ferrari made a master move here 👏

user3 welcome y/nnnnn 🥰

user4 I'm still shocked

user5 me too sis😭

user6 We all are 😃

user7 🔥🔥

user8 when the gf is posting about it, we know it's not just a joke anymore😥

user9 FORZA FERRARI

user10 omg me & y/n y/l/n will be fans of the same team!!!!

user11 literally the only good thing about this

alexandrasaintmleux red looks gorgeous on you 💋💋

yourusername on both of us babe 💋💋

user12 BESTIES

user11 okay this is another good thing about the whole lewis situation xd

user13 Y/N and Alex will be so iconic next year 🙇‍♀️

user14 literally life goals to be like them😍

user15 So excited for this🤩 favorite driver and favorite team and favorite wag🤝

user16 idc about ferrari, but y/n in red slays

user17 omg yessss she's so hot in that dress🥵

charles_leclerc And now you can't make fun of me and my therapist 😘

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user18 LOL

user19 not him admitting he goes to therapy bc of ferrari💀

user20 What about Carlos?? You said you come as a package 😡😪

user21 so true user20 it's so disrespectful towards carlos

user22 Guys calm down, this is their job and it's known for brutal driver switches. You'll have to deal with it, it's not personal business 🤷‍♂️

user23 yeah i don't think they're such good friends anyway... it was all for pr and marketing lmao

user24 I agree that it's just a sport, but pls don't do this to my charlos heart... their friendship HAS to be real😓

user25 Always support u and your boyfriend😉😉😉🙌🙌🙌

user26 Carlos deserved so much more!

user27 yes but she can't do anything about it girl, she's literally just dating Lewis 😐

user28 "Everybody is a Ferrari fan. Even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans." Vettel❤️

user29 i did not think it was real

user30 I need Lewis to comment something about this other than his statement pls 😭

user31 yeah i had high hopes bc he always comments and interacts w y/n's posts...

user32 Guess not this time😒

user33 Y/N unleashing more waves of chaos

user34 and we love our barbie for that 🤭

messages between Y/N and Lewis

THE END

Author's Note: Thank you for reading this! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, follow and any other way of support. Also, I started my taglist, so if you want to be added or removed, let me know! That way you!ll be first to know that another smau or story came out :). Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making another part. Have a great day!

Taglist: @namgification @bloodyymaryyy

[cumtastiics]

Can you do a sadistic yandere elf prince falling in love with an unwilling human?

YAN! SADISTIC ELF PRINCE x G/N READER

tw(s): yandere, sadism lowkey bro, reader is kinda referred to as "princess" since yk elf dude is delusional but isn't referred to with any other non-g/n title, but i do think male reader fits the most imo. a/n: feel free to request more about this yandere, previous yanderes, and even new yanderes! (aka pls request i love getting requests)

"MY LOVELY PRINCESS," HE hummed, walking into your (what he would prefer to be your shared) bedroom. "You seem awfully tired," he remarked, walking towards the bed you were laying on.

You could almost scoff at what he said. You were exhausted because of him. All because you were too hesitant around him, too cautious.

You never believed in elves, or anything magical for that matter. Elders told you of stories about such things to scare you, make you to not even think about leaving.

Yet his turquoise eyes were almost hypnotizing. His eyes weren't magical, but they felt like it.

"I am," you replied, scooting a bit further away, watching his feet as he walked closer to you. "I'd like to sleep."

"But my dear, you look so beautiful when you're awake," he cooed, moving closer and running his fingers through your hair.

You flinched at the touch, but you knew better than to try and push him away. He was too strong, too powerful, and too unpredictable.

"I don't want to be beautiful," you whispered, closing your eyes and hoping he would leave you alone.

"But I want you to be," he spoke, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. "I want you to be mine, forever and always. No other human could ever compare to you."

You really didn't like him. Yet, you couldn't deny the way your heart raced when he touched you, the way your body burned with desire when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You opened your eyes, looking at him with fear in your eyes, his smile only starting to grow.

"I can't wait. For my father to die. To become king, and make you my queen."

At times, you pitied him. Perhaps it was due to his father, him being the reason the prince was so delusional.

His long nails grazed against your cheek, daring to prick your skin and draw blood.

You winced at the touch, but didn't dare move or speak. You didn't want to anger him. You didn't want to give him any reason to hurt you.

"And then, my dear princess," he continued, his voice low and menacing. "We shall rule over all the human lands together. You, by my side, forever and always."

"That's... not what I want," you managed to whisper, feeling a faint tinge of defiance rising within you.

He laughed in response, his grip on your chin tightening. "What you want is irrelevant. You belong to me now, and you will do as I say."

[anonmousegosqueak]

Im keeping an eyebon yoy because if you post something tonight and I can only read it in the morning I'm coming for you😈

That's alright, we can make pasta together! <3

I've had this idea for a while- but I'm a sucker for "I'm finally confessing my feelings for you" and "we've been together for years?". Heavily inspired by Chandlo and Snorpy from Bugsnax (aka the best game ever)

If asked, Soap would probably say he'd been in love with Simon since Las Almas. Not Ghost, not the lieutenant, no he loved Simon. Tall, dark, and maybe a bit murderous- but it was still *his* Simon.

Hell- if you asked Johnny, he'd say they'd be dating ever since that night.

It wasn't just being hunted though. The roles could have been reversed with that bastard Graves in his ear and Ghost hunting them down and he still wouldn't like that American cunt. No, it was the fact that it was Johnny and Simon who were together. No one but each other, only staying connected through that little device in his ear.

Maybe he was just delusional- maybe he was a lonely sap with a crush on his Lt., but when they were resting in Alejandro's safehouse? He would be a fool to ignore how Simon had placed an arm around his shoulder while he napped.

It had been three years now. After that incident in the tunnels with Makarov, the way Price had barely shot the man in time, the way they had almost lost each other... God, it might have been forever ago but Johnny had been thinking up ring designs since then.

And so now, as they sit on that grassy hill, gentle breeze and no one but the birds for miles... Johnny -for the first time in his life- felt scared.

Johnny noticed that Simon had been acting off as well, fidgeting all day. He swore he saw the man talking to himself in the mirror earlier. The mirror in their bathroom. Theirs. Shared. Together.

And if this goes well, it'll stay like that for a long, looong time.

His thoughts were cut short by Simon clearing his throat, eyes darting around.

"...y' good, Si?"

He still loves that he gets to use that nickname...

"All good, Johnny. I just-"

Simon pauses for a moment. Then, with shaky hands, he removes his mask.

It's not the first time Johnny had seen his face- far from it. He could probably draw that handsome mug from memory at this point. But there's something about it, the way he looks so vulnerable... Is he blushing?

"I wanted to ask ya' somethin'. Somethin' personal."

"Aye?"

"Do you... Can we-... Fuckin'- I like you a lot and I've never done this before and I'm scared I'm gonna mess it up but- doyouwannabemyboyfriend?"

That- that was probably the most words Simon has ever said in a row.

For a second Johnny is completely frozen, expression unreadable. Simon visibly flinches, backpedaling almost immediately. He doesn't even look at Johnny, almost terrified of what he'll find

"Fuck- no. That was dumb. I'll just-"

But before he can even stand up, a hand shoots out to grab his wrist. Looking over he's met with quite the sight. The Scotsman, red in the face and holding back a laugh. In his hand? A little black box.

"You cut off my proposal, ya daft bastard!"

proposal??

"You mean-?"

"Aye. I'm a wee bit confused on why you're askin' me out though. We've been together for years, no?"

"No??!"

"What??"

It's then that the giggling starts. Small at first, awkward and cut. Like it hadn't happened in years. But then it's ramping up, and Johnny can barely keep the smile off his face. Simon is laughing, full on belly laughing.

And Johnny had never heard a prettier sound.

He practically tackled the man in a hug, laughing right alongside him. As the laughter died down, the pair were left in the grass together. Johnny half on top of Simon, the box sitting next to them.

"So is that a no?"

And if Simon came back to base with some fresh paperwork for a last name change, that was no one but his and Price's business.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[oneofstarkskids]

"you're scared to win. scared to lose. I heard the war was over if you really choose."

bucky barnes x reader

genre; ANGST!!! ANGST!!! ANGST!!!

setting: sam's parents' house in delacroix

word count: 1169

you're swaying in a white porch swing, scrolling through your camera roll, reliving memories.

the door creaks open beside you.

“you ready for the cookout?”

you give sam a nod, even though you know you’ll be out here a bit longer.

he gives you that knowing look, but decides to leave you to it. whatever "it" is anymore.

an all too familiar ache blooms in your chest. heavy. the only thing left to do is what you’ve done so many times before.

you go back to the messages.

short, sweet responses from when he was still here. when he'd jog with sam, or run to the store for snacks like it meant something.

you overthink every word.

did I imagine it all?

was it one-sided, and i was just delusional enough to believe he loved me?

that’s the only explanation that fits.

because if he truly loved you-like he used to whisper when the sunlight seeped into your shared bedroom each morning—then why did he leave?

sam tried to help. he really did.

“he’s just… complicated. you deserve someone who can give you the life you want.”

but it sounded like bullshit excuses, passed down from the man who couldn't stay beside you himself.

you tried to move on. blocked his number. unblocked it. blocked it again. packed up the remnants of your life together. then opened the box on nights you felt especially hollow.

you’re not the kind of person who can brush things off and keep going. the sentiment, the sensation...it clings to you like lint to fabric.

for just a moment, you're taken back to saturday breakfasts. he would mindlessly hum as he scrambled eggs and then get this bewildered look on his face when you pointed it out.

"I could stay like this forever," he once said with his arms wrapped around you from behind, your legs hung over the side of the boat sam graciously allowed you two to borrow. "and don't be doing anything nasty!" your friend would add.

he would plant a kiss on your lips, just to get under sam's skin. but there was still something soft about it. the way he tasted like a hint of whiskey and something uniquely him.

you remember waking up to him shaking beside you on the colder nights. the way you'd wrap your arms around his midsection despite the sheen of sweat. holding him together. you were his anchor and he was your lifeline.

and maybe it was cruel to do this to yourself. play those moments back in your mind as if they were ever truly yours to begin with.

because now you're curled up on a swing with a blanket that still faintly smells like him.

fucking masochist.

you drag yourself back to every sweet whisper, if only to cover up the broken pieces he left you in.

and never for a moment do you look back at the days you felt it slipping through your fingers.

the way he would either refuse to look at you or memorize your features like he may never get the chance to again, and nothing in between.

he probably didn't realize that you'd noticed his touch become lighter and seldom. less like he wanted to hold you, and more like he wanted to keep you untainted.

you would pretend it wasn't driving you mad when he'd give you one word answers. it's a shame you didn't win an award for the smile you plastered on your face every day.

you gave him space when he needed it, and often became clingy to try and keep him close. but maybe it only pushed him further.

there were too many unanswered questions that had been tumbling around in your mind since he-

you snap out of your trip down memory lane, hands shaking as you scroll through your contacts.

blood rushes to your ears and you can feel your heart beating against your ribcage.

you lift the phone to your ear. one ring. two rings. you begin to wonder why you did this. why you decided to make a fool of yourself.

three rings.

hopelessness washed over you.

is it over now?

but then a voice, "doll?"

the nickname. the way it slipped out so easily. it makes warm tears pour down your face, one by one.

but your throat was too raw to speak. you didn't want him to hear the strangled sobs that threatened to break free.

your name fell from his lips. "are you there?"

you inhaled shakily, composing yourself, desperately trying to ignore the lump in your throat. but it was pointless. you pulled the phone away and quickly pressed the red button.

after a moment of sitting in the silent aftermath of what you'd done, the frustration boiled over and you screamed. something awful and guttural.

the phone was discarded, probably shattered, and you made your way inside, slamming the door behind you.

you ran a hand through your hair and let it linger. your nose was red, your eyes were bloodshot, and your chest was heaving with all the things you couldn't say.

sam, who had been waiting on you, made his way over to you and wrapped you up in his arms, the way a brother would.

his hand cradled the back of your head as you let it all out.

he held you as long as you needed, and you cried until you were too tired to care.

at some point you'd ended up on the couch, eyes unfocused on sam's nephews playing outside the window. he'd left the room and come back moments later with a letter he slipped into your hands.

you frowned at it and shook your head in confusion.

"just...read it, okay?" he said softly before leaving the room.

you hesitated, but then tore it open. it was from bucky, of course.

his semi-cursive handwriting adorned the whole page, but you were only able to read, "i know i haven't been checking in lately. but to be honest, i'm not doing so well," before your tears blurred your vision.

you were conflicted. on one hand, he'd sent a letter instead of a text, in typical bucky fashion. it almost made you laugh.

and on the other, he'd sent it to sam.

he couldn't tell you how he felt? how he was? or better yet, why the hell he left in the first place?

you were angry. so angry.

you crumpled his sorry letter into a ball and rested your head in your hands. you hated him for doing this to you. for showing you what it was like to be loved. for making you laugh until you couldn't breathe. for giving you a glimpse of a life you would never have. for leaving everything you'd built together behind without so much as a goodbye.

but mostly you hated that you couldn't hate him. not really.

and all you had left in you was a pathetic desperation that clung to three words,

"please come back."