#sososo true

[youta]

first kiss with suna, where he’s just as nervous as you are just doesn’t show it

[desitenya]

rushed to make this very very fast i've felt this feeling more times than i can count

EXACTLYYYY

[yuukeiquartet-moved]

I THINK THAT MOMO

[skelemans]

[flops]

i cant believe they are saying i got the juicy choose it 

[marionettestars]

jevil sucks ass

[yeonjuins]

not my dash being gyugle again

[drella]

i hate ap psychology we have to do a project on serial killers and in the instructions it specifically talks abt how homosexual serial killers seek out young boys and how female serial killers seek out husbands and male family members but nothing abt how literally most are misogynistic cishet men............ 🤨

[stardust-revengers]

damn, when they said whatever it takes they really done meant, whatever it takes.

[edsartss]

Harold,, they’re lesbians 🔛🔝

[ateezartblog]

hello terra !! i’m just here to tell you that you’re so wonderful !! of course your art is amazing and and you’re so talented, but as a person you’re so caring and thoughtful. i hope you’re taking care of yourself, and please remember that you’re loved so much❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖❤️🧡💖

[universal-kitty]

   BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN--

   Imagine this: I keep stealing Wrench’s hoodie, so eventually he gives up. Buys a new, similar hoodie, reapplies the “I AM DEDSEC” logo, and wears the new one, while I get to hold onto his first one. Largely because the new one doesn’t have his scent on it, and the hoodie is a Scent Comfort AND General Comfort. (I like the cozy inside.) He allows this...for now.

   But it’s weird. He’s gotten used to the first hoodie and this one has to be broken in. It’s a little stiff and doesn’t feel right, cause it’s new. I’m staying home that day, so he figures he’ll try again to talk me out of clinging to his OG hoodie.

   .....Except when he comes home, he finds me taking a nap, face buried in his hoodie and arms still wrapped around it. Fuck, he can’t say no now...

   We end up coming to the agreement that once his scent starts fading, we’ll swap. We’ll just do that from now on. (And Wrench proceeds to demand more pictures of me in it/with it bc tHAT WAS SO CUTE, HOW DARE I?!?)

[mechecolomar-archive]

i started looking at a bunch of game’s ratings and im glad my top 4 have good ones

[cdfreak]

disabled butches who cant do a lot of the acts of service usually associated with butches - like lifting things, holding doors, carrying things, etc etc - are sososo important. their butchness is just as valid and true as any other butch, and they are such important parts of their communities

[bunny-rambles]

if i may – kaeya fluff, where kaeya rambles about his true feelings to the reader's pet, not knowing that the reader was behind him listening to the whole thing

the pet can be any animals you think is easy to write, it can be a seelie as well, up to you :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Notes: AHHH THIS IS ADORABLE!! I love this concept sososo much !! I chose a cat, just because kitties are my favourite animal, so I hope that’s okay! Fluffy fluff here we go!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

“Cat got your tongue?”

“Kaeya! I’m heading out now!” You called out to the man currently lazing on your couch, hand rested gently on top of your cat's back. The two of you finally had a day off from your busy schedule and had decided a night-in would be the best way to spend it. However, since the decision was a last minute one, you two were short of a few ingredients for the recipe you had in mind.

“Hurry back now…” He called out but you were already gone, rushing out of the door quickly. You just wanted to spend some time with your partner, so you were trying to get out as fast as possible. Unfortunately, that also meant you forgot the mora required to get said ingredients. “Great…” You grumbled, making your way back home after getting halfway to Good Hunter once you felt around for some mora in your pocket only to find none.

But once you opened the door, you stopped, listening to the sound of Kaeya’s smooth voice. Was he… Talking to someone? You raised an eyebrow, stepping in as silently as you could and hiding behind the doorway of the living room.

“They truly are the greatest blessing in my life…” He continued, none the wiser of you being back home.

A small meow resounded through the room, followed by a quiet chuckle from your lover.

“Hm, I suppose you agree? Good.” A sigh before continuing. “I wish I could tell them they’re the most wonderful person, that they’re the only thing I’ve looked at in this bleak world with nothing but admiration and awe. But they wouldn’t believe me. I know what they’re like…” He chuckled, running his fingers under your pet's chin. “Always doubting what I say. They just don’t know I mean every single word of it. When I tell them they’re as beautiful as the stars in the night sky, or when their radiance is brighter than the rising sun, I mean it. They brighten up my life. When you spend your whole life in the dark, you can truly forget how precious light is. And they’re my guiding star.” He continued to muse as if you weren’t standing merely two feet away from the comfortable pair. But how could you face him after hearing all of that? You were sure your cheeks were just as red as Diluc’s hair by now, and your heart… You were surprised it hadn’t burst out of your chest. A hand rushed up to your mouth to muffle any noises, and to hide the large grin that had spread across your lips.

“Hm… They’ve been a while now. Y/N, come back to me, my dear…” A dramatic sigh escaped his lips, but you could hear the quiet chuckle following after. After a moment of composing yourself, you finally emerged in the room. His head perked up, a small smile gracing his face.

“Oh? You’re back? Did they not have what we needed?”

“Huh?”

“... Did they not have the ingredients?”

“Oh! Right! Um, yeah they didn’t have it, ha…” You chuckled nervously, scratching the back of your neck.

“Hm… Pity. There’s plenty more things to try cooking though. But…” The knight rose from his seat on the couch, making his way towards his still flustered partner. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve caught a fever… Maybe we should just order some comfort food since you’re sick.”

Sick? Lovesick, that is.

“Ah… Yeah… We can… B-but I prefer your cooking, so it’s up to you.”

Kaeya raised his eyebrows, pressing one of his palms to your cheeks. You didn’t feel like you had a temperature, just… Warm. So why were your cheeks still bright red?

“You’re acting strange… But alright. I’ll cook. My treat~”

Safe to say you and Kaeya were more cuddly and affectionate with each other that night. You still couldn’t get those words out of your head. You thought he was just playing around when he was throwing those flirtatious one-liners at you. But to know that’s how he thinks… You were only relieved that your thoughts about him were identical to his about you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Extra notes: ahehe I couldn’t stop smiling while I wrote this. I know the words were cheesy, but I feel like Kaeya would say these things and you wouldn’t believe them. But nah, he’s whipped for you. Anyway!! I hope you like it~ (о´∀`о)

[yanderecrazysie]

hmm would u be interested i yandere nice guy! Iwaizumi. I like the idea of nice guys as a yandere because you don’t see it coming!! he looks nice, treats u nice, cares for but the secon u reject him, he shows his true colors

Oh my gosh yes yes yes! I love this idea sososo much! Thank you for requesting!

Iwaizumi is like the perfect fit for this too because he’s a rough guy, but he can be really nice, sorta. In his own way. But if he goes out of his way to be nice and you still don’t love him back? Haha, whoops.

Title: Pretend

Pairings: Iwaizumi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mild degradation/insults, anger directed towards the reader, very mild physical violence towards the reader, swearing, poor Iwa-chan can’t handle rejection

Summary: Iwaizumi is the perfect gentleman, your knight in shining armor. Or, at least you thought he was…

But sometimes you don’t realize someone’s playing pretend until it’s too late.

Part 2: here

pretend

/verb/

speak and act so as to make it appear that something is the case when in fact it is not

If you could choose one word to label Iwaizumi as, he would be your “hero”.

Iwaizumi Hajime was an absolute sweetheart to you. You’d been a little dubious at first, and understandably so. Iwaizumi was a tall, muscular athlete with hardened features and usually-clenched fists that were used more often than not on his “best friend”.

So, becoming friends with him wasn’t your first thought when he approached you. In fact, you’d shied away, making a flimsy excuse about having to get to your next class (it was lunch) and you were scared you’d be late (everyone knew you weren’t afraid to skip class, much less be a little late to one).

But he’d just shrugged and offered to walk you to class. Then, somehow, he just weaved his way into your life with an ease you’d be envious of if you’d wanted a bigger friend group than the few besties you already had.

He was perfectly fine with listening, which was perfect, because you were perfectly fine with talking. You had probably given him more than a few earaches with your endless ranting, obsessing, and enthusing about this or that.

But Iwaizumi just nodded and offered a few short agreements. At one point, you figured he wasn’t actually listening, but when you had teasingly inquired “Oh yeah, then what did I say?” he parroted back nearly word-for-word the entire speech you’d given him just moments before.

You never doubted him after that.

When a few of his best friend’s fangirls came after you, Iwaizumi physically placed himself between you and those little snakes that fawned over the Seijoh setter, and hissed a warning at them. You gave him a bear hug and, although it would never match his strength in the slightest, he pretended you were squeezing him too tightly to let him breathe, laughing all the while.

Iwaizumi was the best friend you could ever ask for.

But, unfortunately, that’s not what he wanted.

“I’m so sorry, Iwaizumi, but I just don’t see you that way,” your voice was a hoarse whisper, pangs of sadness wringing out your heart as you mulled over the miserable possibility of your precious friendship becoming awkward after your rejection.

Those olive-colored eyes darkened into an army-green. And with the unnerving way he was glaring at you, he looked ready to jump into a war. But this was a battlefield you didn’t want to be on with a soldier you never wanted to fight against.

“Iwaizumi-”

Your plea was cut off by a snarled command.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Those harsh words shook you to the core. You’d heard worse, of course, but that wasn’t what bothered you. It was the mouth the syllables were spilling out of.

That same mouth that complimented every bit of you, that laughed at your corny jokes, that offered you words of comfort and- And-

And, oh god, you were crying.

Your wrist lifted to swipe at your tears, the absence of your “friend’s” gentle thumb wiping those tears away for you only increasing the flow. Just once glance at the furious male, jaw clenched as tightly as his fists, told you all he needed to know.

Iwaizumi wasn’t interested in making you feel better right now. Maybe he never was.

“Iwaizumi-”

Yet again, you didn’t get to finish your thought before his raised voice smothered your weak, trembling tone.

“I’ve done everything right! What the actual hell? I listened to what Shittykawa said and everything. That bastard said you’d fall in love with me if I did.”

“Wha-”

“I was nice to you, I bought you lunch and shit, I protected you, I did everything right so why…” Iwaizumi gave you an incredulous look, as though you were being the crazy, unreasonable one in that moment, “Why the hell are you saying no?”

Your knees wobbled underneath you as you focused your effort into staying upright. A little hiccup escaped your lips, but your embarrassment for your emotional outburst was next to nothing.

Your best friend… he was acting so differently… so awful… and all of those good memories you had with him…

Was everything a lie? Was the Iwaizumi in front of you, the one with the pinprick pupils blazing with hellfire, the real one? According to what he said, that seemed to be the case.

It felt like something inside of you shattered when the realization set in.

You had no time to mourn the loss of your friendship, not when Iwaizumi started approaching you with the grace of a charging bull. Alarm bells blared in your head as you nearly tripped over your own heels while hurriedly backing away.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His voice seemed far away now, like a lighthouse’s fading pale glow through the fog as the ship sailed farther and farther from shore. You were panicking, maybe having an anxiety attack, but Iwaizumi wasn’t soothing you this time.

“You aren’t fucking leaving me ever again, got it?”

His hand roughly gripped your wrist as he wrenched you away from the wall you didn’t realize you had been leaning on. Everything was blurring as your head spun in overwhelming fear.

You were never good in stressful situations, but you thought you’d always have your best friend Iwaizumi to help calm you down. And that just made you feel worse.

If you could choose one word to label Iwaizumi as, it would be “villain”.

Note: I really hope you enjoyed! I love getting requests so I was really happy to see one in my inbox! Have an amazing day anon!