#this also felt kinda flower theme heavy

[gaemms-chamois]

Arknights Blorbissimo Series

#71 – #80

[ur-dad-satan]

I know it's 8 am right now, HOWEVER, I have headcanons I need to get out of my brain before they're all I can think about... That being said: I have Obey Me! Headcanons about how I think the characters would smell. This is based on sleep deprived delusion and nothing else <3

I feel like most of the characters would wear some type of Cologne or perfume that perfectly encapsulates their personality or vibe. Like I know that's the purpose of Cologne/perfume but hear me out.

Luci would smell like some fancy Cologne with hints of vanilla and maybe even coffee. Not coffee breath, but maybe like his soap smells like coffee or Shea butter.

Mam would smell like an expensive Cologne with some really masculine scent like Cedarwood and like sea breeze or something. OR he would smell like men's deodorant and the smell of the two together would be intoxicating. (I'm getting off topic)

Contrary to popular belief, Levi would smell really good if not clean. Like he would probably smell like some type of soap and maybe sometimes some Ruri themed perfume for special occasions. Aside from that, he would just smell like soap. Maybe sea salt and something else.

Sat would also probably smell like a fancy cologne but I feel like he would also have like undertones of something familiar that you can't put your finger on. It's not indescribable, but it's so hard to pinpoint.

Asmo would smell like some type of fruit perfume or a delicate flower. I feel like he would also almost always use body glitter filled perfume/lotion for special events or when he felt extra pretty.

Beel probably wouldn't wear any perfume/cologne regularly but he never stinks. Not even when he's drenched in sweat; he actually kinda smells sweet. It's a subtle sweetness that you can only smell if he's close enough

Belphie also wouldn't wear cologne/perfume on a regular basis, but he also wouldn't stink. He would probably smell like fresh linens. He wouldn't quite smell like laundry detergent, but fresh sheets and pillowcases. It's a relaxing and comforting smell.

Dia would definitely smell like some fancy cologne. It's probably a gift from Luci that he likes to wear around him the most. I don't know why, but I get cinnamon vibes from him. Like his soap would be cinnamon scented and it gives a slight spice to his not quite savory cologne.

Barbs would smell like tea. He would do this on purpose. So no one can smell the bloodlust he feels for Solomon. I'm thinking like some type of green tea, jasmine tea blend with a hint of vanilla or something else sweet. He takes great pride in how he smells and loves when people complement him on it.

Luke would smell like cupcakes and icing. It's not just cause he's a kid or anything, but he goes out if his way to use sweet smelling products. He likes the way they make him feel and keep his skin soft. Everyone loves it. Not a single person complains.

Sim would smell like something natur-y like flowers or some type of tree. Maybe a nice spring day if that makes sense. This smell would mix with the smell of his deodorant -probably a pretty masculine smelling one- and be heavenly (no pun intended). He would know that he smells good but not how good he smells.

Solo would smell like a nice human world cologne. I feel like he would wear a basic deodorant and let his cologne do all the heavy lifting. It would be something like burning wood or like some type of ocean mist. (Y'all don't know how hard it was to not just tear Solomon a new asshole just then and IDK why)

Being mean to solomon under the line <3

Solomon would wear shower in a can and smell like fucking axe body spray. He almost certainly had a hippy phase in the 60s where he did a LOT of drugs and then he had an emo phase in the 2000s and can most definitely sing the entirety of Welcome to The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

[earlgodwin]

omg i read blood and beauty and its sequel last week bc it had been on my reading list for months!!!! and is this a safe space where i can just say that it hit the nail on the head for all of the borgias without unnecessarily vilifying one or the other (i mean basically considering how most writers hold some vendetta against juan) and i loved how u could really see lucrezia's growth from her childhood innocence to being forced to mature and grow up AND obsessed w any media that portrays cesare as ferocious and sharp and ruthless and juan finally got his flowers bc they obv showed his flaws but without making him the big bad evil when instead he also started off a kid but ended up being dragged to the bottom of the river by his father's ambitions 😔

i wish the 2nd book had progressed a little further to lucrezia's childbirth bed death so the story could come full circle and sometimes the pov switching was confusing for me but aside from that, the borgias will always be famous to meeeeeeeee and i love a good book that portrays them well!

ive been on the hunt for more borgia-centric books so if u have any recs......... <3

zaynab omg hello!!!!! i was kinda waiting for someone to talk to me about this book because it's my absolute #1 favorite historical fiction book <3

i'm so happy you enjoyed reading it! the way miss dunant brilliantly humanized the borgia family by creating striking and compelling narratives for them was truly *chef's kiss*. it's safe to say that her portrayal of them has even made her my favorite author as well (and made me want to check out her other work, lol). the way she made them so sympathetic is truly admirable to me, which is also a standout aspect of the book as we manage to develop a deep understanding of their motivations and complexities through her nuanced portrayal, you know? i say it could've been done more when it came to lucrezia, as she is truly one of the most compelling figures in history (and my all-time favorite). i'm not criticizing dunant for lucrezia's portrayal!! but it's more like i wished she added more of lucrezia's lore...but alas! other books did her more justice, i must say!

my favorite theme of the book is the immense love the pope has for his children. the way [spoiler] juan was taken too soon from him is profoundly melancholic and it added emotional depth to the story and it highlighted the power of a father's love and the devastating impact of losing a beloved child. also, YEAH, the book felt like a breath of fresh air when it came to juan borgia! he was unfairly demonized with no reliable narrative and mostly used as a prop to hype up cesare at his expense *yawns*… but dunant made him an individual, likable character in the book, countering the unjust treatment he always receives. her portrayal of him allowed us to discover the vulnerability and sensitivity that lie beneath his outwardly arrogant and handsome demeanor. we really can't help but feel deep empathy and pity for him as we read about his inner struggles and emotional depth. he became a truly compelling and sympathetic figure within the borgia family, especially when his death is met with cruelty and brutality. the tragic nature of his demise evokes an even stronger sense of empathy and sorrow in the narrative of juan losing himself and being overwhelmed by the heavy task he was entrusted with…

and cesare, of course, was portrayed as that sulking, bitter, cruel but incredibly intelligent, cunning, and charming guy! lowkey a recurring theme for him, but the flavor in making him extra dark in the slayest way possible made me insane in a very positive way! you should watch "los borgia (2006)" for a delicious portrayal of cesare (and personally, i think it's the most historically accurate).

more books? i'd recommended emma lucas's 'lucrezia borgia' and maria bellonci's 'life and times of lucrezia borgia' - both are biographies btw! their work is a solid read, very unbiased without any manipulation of the letters about/between the siblings to push certain narratives (hello sarah bradford!!), well-researched, sheds light on the family's complex relationships and their rise to power, and is highly sympathetic to all of them. you won't be disappointed!!

for historical fiction, i'd recommend mario puzo's 'the family' ...you will never be disappointed after all it's by the dude who wrote the godfather!

i hope you enjoy them <333 i'll be waiting for your feedback :)

[internet-sadass]

A Little Something In Pink (David x female reader)

Blurb: You buy David a Valentine's gift based off something he said whilst drunk. Honestly, it's the best gift you could have got him.

(AKA you give David the gift of getting pegged for Valentine's Day)

Warnings: smut, pegging, anal fingering, mild femdom, established relationship

A/N: I really really love David atm and I guess I felt like writing something kinda valentine's day themed so here you go *throws this fic at you*

Also, I sprinkled in my random little headcanon that David is vegan :) for literally no reason, just felt like it.

It was stereotypical, cliché, and very unimaginative, but David figured it would make you smile, even if you rolled your eyes while you did so. He leaned forward to look through the selection of single roses in an old blue bucket outside a run-down corner shop. The flowers looked a little worse for wear, having endured a full day of being displayed on a busy side walk, the petals darkening and curling at the edges, their texture turning from plush and pliable to rigid and brittle. David’s pale fingers finally wrapped around the conveniently de-thorned stem of the least haggard-looking rose. It cost him $1.50. 

David got you a rose for Valentine’s Day. Well, a rose and his presence for an evening, since he’d just about managed to move his shifts around so he wasn’t returning home in the small hours of the morning. Having your boyfriend home before three a.m. was a gift enough in itself. 

The rose sat in a freshly emptied wine bottle, the heaviness of its own flower making it loll to the side as if it were sleepy. Still, despite the rose looking as tired as David did (you noted how the eye bags he had never went away; they merely lightened once he managed to get a day off or a half-decent night’s sleep), it was a sweet touch. The presence of the flower on the table between the two of you as you shared the vegan mushroom risotto you’d cooked up made this evening feel more romantic, less ‘normal’ and routine. Something about being given a rose, even a battered one, made something twist inside you. It was a classic, albeit predictable, romantic gesture.

Somehow, the softness of David’s action had made you feel ashamed for what you’d got him. You wondered if maybe he’d feel used or disgusted when he saw it, considering that he bought you something so purely romantic and innocent. People bought their partners those types of gifts for Valentine’s Day a lot, sure, but now it seemed utterly crude to conclude the evening with something like that. The idea of presenting your gift, which happened to be the most garish shade of neon pink you’d ever seen thanks to a mix-up with your order, made you want to throw away said gift and never think of it again. 

Well, he did mention it that one time, You thought, absently watching David move his hand to cover yours, and he seemed pretty into it when he did mention it.

—

Three weeks ago, David had got drunk. Not in a ‘drown my sorrows’ way, more in a ‘this is my one day off with my girlfriend, let’s have a few drinks and watch terrible horror movies’ kind of way. The problem was that David was a lightweight. He ended up curled next to you, head on your lap, cheeks rosy, and his rambling sentences coming out slurred. You were tipsy but still had enough of your rational brain present to be able to remember what came out of his mouth. 

He said your name, then paused.

“M’yeah?” You responded, stroking some of his hair off his forehead. He looked cute like this, totally at ease and vulnerable.

“You ever, like, fuck a guy?” His brows furrowed as if getting his words out took tremendous effort, his mouth not cooperating with his brain. 

“Obviously, since I’ve fucked you.” You replied with a laugh. 

David shook his head in your lap, grinning.

“No, like, fucked a guy. Up his ass.”

There was a pause, filled only by the sound of the TV playing whatever B-list horror flick neither of you was paying attention to.

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Can you?” The grin never wavered, any normal sense of embarrassment well and truly beyond him in his current drunk state.

“If I bought a strap on, then I guess so, yeah.” Your answer was accompanied by a shrug. Of course, it was possible for any woman to fuck a guy (or girl, for that matter) with the right equipment.

“But like, if you had a strap-on, would you fuck me ?” He pointed at himself in an exaggerated action.

“You want me to?” Again, you shrugged as you spoke, trying to hide your surprise. Sure, David did like you to be the dominant one sometimes, but you never thought it went beyond him just enjoying seeing you on top rather than under him. 

“Mm…would be like sooo hot.” He said, closing his eyes and stretching before sitting up, holding his head as the room started to spin around him. He kissed sloppily along your neck and up your jaw. “Want you to fuck me so bad, ‘s that weird?”

The kisses paused, and you met David’s unfocused gaze. There was a hint of worry somewhere in the drunken murk of his eyes.

“Not weird.” You answered, whispering against his lips before kissing again. “I’d kinda be into it too.”

—

You were ripped out of replaying that drunken conversation by David asking you if you wanted a beer. He’d collected up the dirty plates and was watching you, expectedly. Not really present, you said yes and watched him walk over to the sink, leaving you to dwell on the gift you had waiting for him in your room.

I’ll see where things go, you thought, watching him search for a bottle opener in the disorganized cutlery drawer. 

***

If David bit his lip any harder, he’d split it. The last thing he needed was a split lip to add to the adornment of hickies decorating his neck, chest, and upper thighs, else he’d had to listen to nurses whispering about him at work for the next week. A weak groan left his mouth when you propped his leg up over your hip, the head of the strap-on brushing against his well-lubed hole. You’d dedicated a solid ten minutes to working him open, your mouth leaving love bites on his thighs as you eased two fingers into him, watching his stiff cock twitch and tense as you scissored inside him. The last thing you’d wanted was for him was to be in pain the first time his drunken fantasy turned into a reality.

Wrapping a hand around the plastic shaft, you guided the head of the strap-on into David, who gave a high-pitched gasp as it pushed past his rim and into his heat. It felt freezing inside him, not least because of the generous amount of lube glazing the toy's surface. He’d done anal once before with a guy he met at a bar, but he’d been too drunk to really register the pain of being stretched. Right now, he was confronting it face-on, his fingers curling into the sheets as you eased the length of plastic into him, removing your hand and letting your hips do the rest of the work.

“Fuck…” He moaned, looking down at his weeping cock and where the bright pink plastic disappeared into him, a bead of sweat rolling down from his hairline and dripping off the tip of his nose onto the pale expanse of his chest. 

 You pressed a kiss to his neck, leaning over him, gripping the leg that was raised over your hip. He looked utterly delectable right now.

“Can I move now, or do you need some more time?” As much as you wanted to have him whimpering and unable to stop himself from spilling all over his belly, you didn’t want to rush the whole process or injure him by being too enthusiastic.

David gave a nod, leaning himself back onto the bed. He wanted to imprint the way you looked right now, looming over him, your hair falling about your shoulders, strands sticking to your sweating skin, the leather straps of the strap-on accentuating the plushness of your hips. The way you looked now was far better than what he’d pictured in his mind's eye as he masturbated furiously to the thought of you fucking him like this. 

The action of thrusting was far harder than you imagined, and you had a newfound respect for David, considering he regularly fucked you with steady, deep strokes with no signs of exhaustion, minus some panting. Even if it was hard to angle and move your hips in the right motion, the sounds you were wringing out of the man below you gave you bottomless motivation to keep rocking your hips into him, alternating between quick snaps and longer, slower strokes. Depending on your pace, David would whine or moan, sometimes just staring at you, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry as you fucked him far better than that guy at the bar had done. 

Something within you possessed you to get David into a position you’d fantasized him putting you in. It’d let you get deeper than you could with him on his back, even with his leg lifted up over your hip as it was right then. If anything, you just wanted to see if you could make this feel even better for him and get him to make more of those beautifully pathetic sounds. Throwing caution and your inexperience to the wind, you shifted yourself slightly, ceasing your thrusting for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly to reposition yourself and David into a mating press. 

With your knees on either side of his hips, you brought David’s legs up over your own hips, folding him into the position you wanted him in. It felt a little cruel to be manhandling your boyfriend in such a manner, but he was planting desperate kisses on any area of your skin he could reach as you did so, so you figured he didn’t care about you arranging him like he were a lifeless mannequin. He didn’t protest or question what you were doing, only looked up at you with dark eyes, his lips shining and his pale face flushed. You kissed the tip of his nose before rolling your hips, forcing the head of the strap-on to press up against his prostate. He hissed in response, clawing at the bed, arching off it until the flat of his chest pressed against the softness of your breasts, cursing. That was all the confirmation you needed that this position was serving its purpose of making your boyfriend feel like he was in heaven and keeping him moaning and squirming under you. 

Repeating the action over and over, David’s legs bounced in time with your thrusts as he clung onto you, mumbling curses and pet names as you made him see stars with each motion of your hips. Not once had you heard his voice get that high-pitched, that whispery and yearning, and you were certain you could orgasm just from the sounds he was making. Each whine or whimper made your clit ache. Even when you kissed him, he kept on moaning, his pleas for you to keep going, keep on fucking him, muffled against your lips.

With a few more harsh pistons of your hips, you felt David grip your arms, his nails biting into your skin, leaving little red crescents imprinted in your flesh.

“A-hahhh…sh-shit.” 

The noise David made as he came, spurting messily between your stomach and his, was as pathetic as the way in which his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his orgasm consumed him. He kept whining and gasping as his balls emptied themselves, the spurts of semen coming from his slit getting weaker as his body gave all it had left. As you continued to fuck him through his orgasm, the seed smeared across your skin, almost burning hot, and you could feel the way his cock pulsed as it pumped out the last of its load. You finally ceased moving when you noticed how limply he was lying, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his high, eyes shut and his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks. Sliding the toy out of him, you sat back on your ankles, undoing the straps to free yourself from it. 

***

Eventually, the pair of you crawled under the covers together, still sweaty and slightly sticky from the lube. Neither of you felt like getting cleaned up right that instant, instead opting to delay the issue of showering until the morning. You rested your head against David’s chest, his fingers combing through your hair, moving it off your face. 

“That was…a really considerate gift.” He finally spoke, feeling a tad embarrassed to say anything after he’d just been moaning like a whore whilst you fucked him with a vibrant pink sex toy less than ten minutes ago. “Can’t believe you remembered me saying about that. To be honest, I can barely remember saying it.”

“Well, I’d hardly forget the time my boyfriend confessed to me that he’d like me to fuck him up the ass.” You said, turning your head so you could look up at him, grinning. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head but smiling, bemused by your comment. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” David said, rubbing your bare arm. 

[monamourbladie]

The Man of My Dreams - Blade x Reader (chapter 2)

Who said that the man of your dreams couldn’t be real? After having dreams of the same mystery man for 2 weeks straight, the reader sets off on a journey to find the mystery man known as “Blade” that had been occupying her mind every single night. After realizing that he might actually be a real person, and not just a man she made up, she will finally discover parts of her past that had been long forgotten and locked away. (Originally posted on AO3, which can be read here. Also posted on Wattpad, which is here.)

warnings: slow burn, slight enemies to lovers themes, fluff, HEAVY angst throughout the entire story (not kidding.), soulmates, memory loss, mutual pining, eventual smut, pwp, renheng themes

“Y/n, hello?! Are you even in there?”

Y/n was still in shock looking at the flower on her bed. She picked it up delicately, examining it to determine if it was real or not. She heard another voice, “March, let’s go. Maybe she’s on the station.”

She quickly got out of bed and opened the door, seeing her friends March 7th and Dan Heng about to walk away. March turned back around and smiled, “There you are, sleepy head! I was banging on your door for ages!” she exclaimed. Y/n let out a soft laugh, “Sorry… had a really deep dream. You kinda knocked me out of it.” Dan gave a light smile, “That’s alright. Can we come in?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” She moved to the side and let them in, “What’s up? Did I sleep through the debrief?”

“More or less…” March glanced back at Dan. He walked over towards her bed and sat down on it when he noticed something on it. Furrowing his brows, he moved to touch the flower.

Spider Lily…. huh? 

“You did end up missing the debriefing. But it kind of… got hijacked.” March sat in her desk chair, swinging her legs as she spoke. “Hold on March,” Dan interrupted. “How did you get this flower, Y/n?” Dan asked. She shrugged, leaning against her desk, “I’m not kidding when I say I woke up this morning and it was on my bed.” She didn’t feel the most comfortable explaining her dream situation, especially the weirdness of dreaming about her man disappearing into flowers and finding the same flower in real life. That doesn’t just happen…

“It just ‘appeared’?” Dan asked, skeptical. “I find that very unlikely.”

“Uhm, are we going to discuss flowers or discuss actual Trailblazing issues?” March asked, crossing her arms. Dan grumbled to himself, continuing to hold the flower close to him. He felt its familiarity, but was unsure why. “Go ahead.”

“Sooo… as you know, we’re finally able to move the Express again,” March began. “Himeko had us take a vote on where to go. We decided on it when a woman named Kafka hijacked the meeting and gave us a new type of mission. We’re heading now to the Xianzhou Luofu since a Stellaron is going to burst there soon. So that’s what you missed,” March explained with a smile at the end of it. Dan sighed, “Don’t sound so energetic. Kafka being involved is not a good thing — especially because of him,” he said bitterly. “You mean the man of your nightmares?” March giggled teasingly. “C’mon Dan, he’s in jail! There’s no harm in going back to your home planet.”

“We’re going to your home planet?” Y/n asked, intrigued now. “And who’s… ‘he?’”

“Blade,” Dan said bitterly. “An immortal man that’s been chasing after me for years. He is bad news. I tried to warn you guys not to trust Kafka, but I was outvoted by one.” he glanced over at Y/n, as if to say she would’ve been the tip-over vote. What he hadn’t expected, was her expression to fall into shock. “Blade?” she muttered. Dan looked at her with a confused gaze, “Yes? Why?”

The pair looked back over at the spider lily that rest in Dan’s hand. Suddenly, it clicked in Dan’s mind. “How did you get this flower?”

“I told you — I just woke up and it was there!” she replied fast. “But… the flowers were in my dream,” she added, feeling embarrassed about it. She was reluctant to share the full extent of her dreams with him, even though he trusted him deeply. “Spider lilies are extremely specific,” his voice was cold. “What was going on in your dream?” he pressed.

“Dan, why are you so worried? It’s just a dream,” March said, completely oblivious to the severity of it. “If it’s what I’m thinking, it’s not just a dream. It’s a vision and a dangerous one at that. Tell me everything,” Dan said firmly. She sighed heavily, “…I’ve been having dreams of a man who revealed his name to be Blade last night. This has been going on for… as long as I can remember, really, but I only just recently was actually able to see him. Before, it was just a shadowy figure. But I know what he looks like now, and his name.”

“…And he left you this,” Dan muttered. He let out a heavy sigh, scratching the back of his neck as he thought. “I guess he did,” Y/n replied, shrugging. “I don’t know what else could’ve happened. Nobody’s been in my room.”

“What was happening in the dream?” Dan then asked. Y/n was silent, knowing damn well that this was going to be unbearably uncomfortable to discuss. March took notice of her silence and started giggling. “Imagine she says they were dating.” When Y/n didn’t say anything except look away, Dan let out a scoff, “You’re kidding me. Y/n?” he huffed, “You can not be serious.”

She bit her lip, looking down. “W-we aren’t.. dating in the dreams exactly, but uhm… it’s a mutual like…?” she winced as she explained. Dan practically face-palmed. “And what does he look like?” he said annoyed. “Long dark blue hair, red tips. Pale skin… orange eyes. Always looks like he’s dressed pretty fancy... Oh yeah — he’s got this long red ribbon tied around his back. It’s pretty cute,” she starts to explain, not realizing how stupid and delusional she sounded. As far as they all knew, this “Blade” was simply a man made of her imagination. To be this giddy over someone fictional, she’d have to be insane….

Dan shook his head and set the flower down, immediately walking over to Y/n. “I need you to promise me that you won’t go looking for Blade. And that you’ll stay here on the Express with me.” She furrowed her brows, “Uh, Dan? He’s not even real. There’s no reason for me to stay on the Express when Himeko wants me to go with the others,” she replied, crossing her arms. Dan rolled his eyes, “You’re not listening to me. The Blade you described is the same Blade that is evil — the same one that has been trying to kill me for years now. And for whatever reason, he has his eyes set on you. You’re in danger — you have to trust me!” 

Y/n fell silent. If Dan was telling the truth, she felt awful for being disappointed at the idea that her dream man was an attempted murderer of her best friend. “Dan… Y/n will have to go. Himeko is not going to budge on her judgment,” March said softly, “You can go too, you’re invited as w—“

“No. You know why I won’t, and I’m disappointed that neither of you are listening to me. None of you listened to me,” Dan said sternly, getting angry. He rarely let his emotions show like this, so it was a surprise to both of the women. “Dan…” Y/n sighed heavily. “Look, I… I promise I’m not going to pursue this Blade guy. He’s… he’s just someone in my dreams. I don’t know why, but that’s it. I couldn’t betray you like that.” she rest her hand on his shoulder gently, smiling up at him. Dan looked at her hand and simply sighed, forcing a gentle smile. “You’re lucky I care about you, Y/n.”

“I’m gonna miss you on the Trailblazing trip, Dan,” March said with a pout. “I adore our little squad! Stelle will be so disappointed, too.”

“Send her my regards. For now, I’m going to do some research in my cabin,” Dan said, walking towards the door. He pauses before leaving, “Y/n — please take what I said to heart. I’m trusting you’ll do the right thing.” Y/n nodded with a smile to him, which he returned. He then left her room and made his way to his. March turned on her heel and looked at Y/n and giggled. “Dan can be so weird sometimes. Anyway! Better get packing, 'cause we’re leaving within the hour~!”

Elsewhere on the Xianzhou Luofu, a man wrongfully imprisoned for a crime he did not commit lay alone in a jail cell. He sat up from his “bed”, letting out a heavy sigh as he clutched his head, wincing. Every time had a dream, specifically, of her… he would wake up with a raging headache, as if there was something specific about seeing that woman that his brain got agitated at.

“Y/n…” he muttered to himself, looking at his bandaged hands. “So she finally has a name.” This woman, who named herself Y/n, had been a repeated character in his dreams for the last few weeks. There was something about her that he felt unexplainably drawn to. He brushed it off as his subconscious being lonely romantically, although in the back of his mind, he had a nagging thought that there was more than met his eyes with her.

He hated being alone in his thoughts. All it did was let him replay his memories, all memories of sadness and anger; pained times of his life that only served to agitate his mara-stricken body. He had been imprisoned for at least a day and a half now. The only familiar face that brought him any ounce of comfort was Y/n in his dreams now. He hadn’t seen any of his teammates or friends since he was captured by the Xianzhou Alliance, claiming he was behind the Stellaron burst that happened 2 days prior.

As he stirred in his thoughts, he heard loud thumping outside of his wall. He furrowed his brows, standing up as he walked to the bars of his jail cell. “Kafka, that better be you…” he muttered to himself. Suddenly, whispers fill his head, causing Blade to clutch his head tightly,  “Back away from the walls.” He recognized Kafka’s voice, and he backed himself against the cell bars as far as he could go. He panted heavily as Kafka released him from her Spirit Whisper, allowing him to freely think again.

He would never admit it, but he hated that she could manipulate his thoughts like that. He knew that it was to help calm down the mara within, but he didn’t appreciate her using it for other things — just like that. After a mere few seconds of moving, a large explosion broke through the wall, making an escape route for him. Through the rubble, he could make out a hologram of his teammate Silver Wolf. She was blowing a bubble with her gum, waving frantically, “Hurry up!” He let out a light chuckle as he walked through the rubble, brushing off the dust from his clothes, “Couldn’t be bothered to get off your stupid game and rescue me in person, Silver Wolf?” Blade asked her. “Just shut up and keep running North. Kafka will meet you there with a Starskiff and get you out of there,” she replied hastily.

Blade huffed in response and immediately bolted straight North, hoping to run into Kafka quickly before the guards could find any of them. After a short while of running, Blade eventually saw a figure standing up ahead, holding an umbrella over her head. He immediately knew that was her, and ran over to her. “Kafka?” He asked, coming up behind her. She turned around and smiled, “There you are, Bladie~. Welcome home. We’ve got a lot to discuss, actually…” she stepped to the side and pointed to the Starskiff, “Come take a ride with me.”

[foosybit]

Mayoi in PriPara Outfits Part 2

This is another suuuuuuper long post of me messing around with what pripara fits mayoi might wear ! If you're somehow here without coming from part 1 (since i wont really be tagging this so uhhh hi somehow ?) here should be a link to part 1 and also part 3 (which i'll also link at the end dont worry abt having to scroll back up)

u'll be seeing way more solos from now on so get used to little mr placeholder for me please he's working really hard to keep society together

Lovey Dovey Valentine from Holic Trick !! most of these will be from holic trick again unless stated otherwise ! I saw this and had a clear vision of what i wanted and i saw that through and could not be happier, I love this one's original dress design so dam much

British Gentle !! whats up stupid pants (affectionate) how are we feeling, only one version cuz the original already has shorts :] i didn't know how to feel about the wavy edges at first but they're kinda growing on me the more i look at them u kno, another very 3star outfit, mayoi only plopped in there so he can have a good time (debatable)

Star Marine Cool !! the small ass hat is so funny why is it so small !!!!! her head is not covered !!!!!!! no ones getting any shade in this situation !!!!!! so i made the dam hat bigger when i let myself alter the fit for the more masc vers and also gave him a whole wetsuit beneath cuz idk he strikes me as a wet suit kinda guy. when's the kanata 5star mayoi 4star wetsuit theme scout gonna come out it's gotta be in the happyele drafts somewhere for the far future. also felt bad for the no shade so i made a wee version of the original outfit but with a bigger hat

now he can splish splash in peace yippee !!

Classic Heart !! another one i had a clear vision for and am glad i could see it through. i luvv open backs i think it's only a matter of time before mayoi gets an open back outfit speaking of cool back designs i was killed and maimed and died when i saw the flower detail on the back of the vermilion outfit i never recovered i live for pretty back designs someone save me, anyway he's also kinda peacock with the suit tail too since it's already a behind-heavy design, what a pretty bird mayoi is

Mysterious Witch !! I told myself i'd come back to it at some point but could never think of how to pantsify that fit so he can just prance around in the dress 4ever :]

PriPara Nurse Peace !! Mayoi gets a little sophy ahoge for the occasion cuz it's so cute with the little hat it's so necessary to the outfit, and then also theres an orange and yellow version that leona wears trust me non-priparers it's true so i couldn't resist ninja associationing it up

what cute nurses they r so helpful !!!!

Piercing Purple !! the original patterning was a little too pop imo so i took inspo from his recent illusion outfit for the patterning :]

Bunny Magician !! hi tatsumi !!!!! kinda combined the second version into the first image thanks to babygirl tatsumi hallelujah

that's it for part 2, here's links to part 1 and part 3 !!

[fox-daddy]

My MC; Kyle

Name: Kyle Bovin

Name meaning:Kyle from a placename (from the Irish Gaelic caol "narrow, strait").

It is sometimes translated from the Gaelic as "handsome."

Boivin is a french last name that translates to 'drink wine'

Age: (depends on rp)

Height: 4'4

Gender: trans male

Favorite season: spring

Favorite food: pancakes and Blueberries

Favorite flower: snowdrop

Favorite animal: Crow

Favorite drink: Apple cider/apple juice

Favorite colour: green and purple

Pet:rocky (He's a transgender rock )

Favorite creature: western dragon

Familiar: Kai (Kea)

Hair Colour: bright red

Hair style:short and slightly curvy hair. Not super curly like Asra's just slight curl to it. Although it is very thick easy for someone to run their fingers through.

Eye colour: greenish blue

Skin colour: Slightly toasted and has very small speakers of lighter and darker tones scattered around his body.

Body shape:he is very small with slightly chubby arms/leg and a slightly chubby belly. Being closest to Portia in body shape. He has a defined jaw despite the fact he has chubby cheeks. Or baby cheeks.

Outfit:green dragon cape, red scarf, silver dress with dark brown shoes. His dress has golden (not real gold) sleeves and hem and a small pocket over where his heart is. Inside he carries his pet rock, rocky. He also has a shoulder bag kinda like Asra its just very handy for keeping things in. Although he prefers his backpack due to it putting equal weight on both shoulders and has the capacity to carry more.

Extras: in winter he puts away his dragon cape and silver dress and wears a dark blue beanie with blue pom pom top. It has a lot of small red hearts all over the top and a pale blue snow flake design in the middle.

3 different shades of blue and one shade of red.

Along with a big fluffy jumper and thick pants.

Masquerade outfit: dark green tuxedo with a matching dark green Cape designed to look like feathers. Inside the cape is black with the middle of it being bright red with yellow stripes underneath the red. While the outside is almost completely dark green but blends into an easy to miss blue shade.

The cape is designed to look similar to how Kea wings look.

His mask is mainly dark green matching the rest of the outfit. With bright yellow around the eyes and a matching yellow curved beck. It is decorated with some blue and black markings

Fears:being completely alone, being in pure darkness (no not the same as normal night time darkness I mean void level darkness), heights and going home (even if he doesn’t remember why he’s scared to go home.)

Likes:hot chocolate, rain heavy or light, thunder, pancakes, snakes, lizards, animals in general, he likes a lot of things

[Some MC backstory spoilers ahead]

Past:all that he really knows is what he has been told by Asra and the others. Being a magician from small island off exploring new areas.

He meet Asra at the masquerade wearing a komodo dragon themed outfit. He showed up to few more mascarades before the plague hit each one as a different animal. Wanting to help he looked into the plague under the guidance of Julian learning the most he can about medicine during the disaster and finding his skill was best spent helping those on the Lazarent where everything went downhill from there. From catching the plague to being send to the furnace. He knows he could find out more about his past by going home but-

Everytime he tries to remember why he’s scared he gets small headache as it’s hard to tell if it’s truly the deal stopping him from remembering or himself as a defence mechanism.

Rocky's origin: While on the island helping with the plague victims Kyle felt utterly alone. So he went to the beach and after looking found a perfect rock that fit in his hand. It's smooth on one side rough on the other helping calm him down. So he kept it. Well dying of the plague he painted eyes on the rock and named it Pebbi the pebble. Pebbi the pebble stuck by Kyles side while he was dying. She was almost cremated with Kyle but kyle left a small box of a few items to be sent back to his shop trusting Asra to look after Pebbi and said items.

After coming back from the dead the first time Kyle discovered Pebbi in the shop it gave him a headache. However he was quick to re-adopt his pet rock under the new name rocky. Although he is very determined to remind Asra that rocky isn't a pebble he's a small rock.

[styxtrixmix]

Redesigned the Eeveelutions

+ Their shiny forms

Explanations for my thought processes behind each of them because some of them have reasons for being the way they are:

Jolteon: So, for Jolteon I wanted to balance out its design a bit. It was kinda top-heavy and so I added a tail. I made the tail white to add more of that color. Kinda simple, but the one that gave me the idea to do the rest. The shiny form is just a basic color swap, reversing the yellow and the purple while leaving the white alone

Flareon: So, I didn't have a really great idea for Flareon. My only thought was to essentially recolor it, making it sunset themed. I would've just left it alone if it didn't end up looking kinda boring compared to the others. The shiny is a noon/daytime theme to play on the fact that the original is sunset themed.

Umbreon: I love the original form of Umbreon, but it was kinda frustrating to me as a dark type. I wasn't entirely sure on its intended concept and it felt too spiky to be a dark type evolution of Eevee. So I added some fluff, made it look smoky to give the feel of it being dark to pinpoint in shadows. I replaced the red with purple because it added a nicer contrast and felt more night-y. The shiny is just a palette swap with Espeon, but it's also the 'day' version of Umbreon since Umbreon and Espeon are meant to be night and day.

Leafeon: I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with Leafeon. It had a nice color palette already and my only real criticism was the fact that it lacked the collar/neck fluff that's a sort of Eevee staple (in my opinion). So I made the neck fluff a flower, and played up that design in the tail. I also used the brown to mimic mud, because Leafeon felt like a gardening type. The shiny is based on my favorite flower :]

Sylveon: Sylveon was another attempt to balance out the design. It was almost even more top heavy than Jolteon, so I made the tail bigger. But to make the size up look good, I had to make it fluffy. So of course I fluffed up the rest of Sylveon's design, and replaced the bows with puff balls in an act of self indulgence. The splotches make me happy. The shiny is just the basic pink/blue swap that's in Sylveon's normal shiny

Glaceon: I really wanted Glaceon to actually look like it could survive in a cold environment. Plus, the whole concept of Eevee is that it's versatile and can survive in lots of different habitats. Shedding all its fur off isn't a good way to survive the snow. I didn't really have any ideas for Glaceon's shiny, so I just kinda made it look like Baby Yoda :/

Espeon: I had SOOO many ideas for Espeon's redesign, but actually trying to incorporate them was almost impossible. There just wasn't space and Espeon didn't look good with anything more complicated. So I just embellished a few colors/design elements to make it really pop. The shiny is a palette swap with Umbreon, see that explanation for more detail.

Vaporeon: So I didn't have a clear vision for Vaporeon going into it, all I knew is that I wanted it to change a bit. It looks like a very damp water dog and I love it. The shiny is meant to play on the idea of it being a deep sea monster of some kind, like the lure on its head suggests it is

[penname-artist]

Some Ideas: Rey & his Music Albums

Pre-note: these were generated by an ai (I honestly forget which sites, because I scrolled through a few of those free ones)

Also, this is for an OC and they're not really albums, as badly as I wish they were (I mean unless someone can make music really well lol)

I wanted to create a few "aesthetics" and random ideas to use as album covers for Reyzor C's music. I'm planning to probably either recreate these images as my own art (and I do mean literally, from-the-ground-up on FireAlpaca recreate) or splice them together with other things and do some heavy-ass personal tweaking to make it into. Well. What I want it to be.

I've actually gone so far in giving Rey's musical career life as to create three full lists of song titles for all of his albums, so all of these images are connected - either to the albums themselves or to the titles (and don't ask why some of them are what they are, man, just, lemme drown in my aesthetic juice okay?)

For his first album, "Artificial", I had a few cover ideas, but this one feels like the most fitting:

and this is the song list within that first album:

1. Artificial

2. Xoxo

3. Hollow Hearted

4. Wasn't Gonna Say

5. Crisis Line

6. Give Me a Week

7. Getaway Car

8. Isn't That What Lovers Do

9. Keysmash

10. Breather

11. Visions

12. Waiting List

Though I didn't generate images for any of these songs in the first listing, I definitely have plenty of ideas for lots of them. I think Keysmash in particular would be a gritty picture of a keyboard someone threw into the dirt, maybe with flowers idk (flowers are a slightly recurring theme you'll soon notice)

I do have a pic I could fit in with Breather though since it feels somewhat in line with it. Please ignore that this bird is missing half a leg. Or don't, maybe it's meant to.

Next is the album cover idea behind his second one, "Pedestal", which I won't lie to you I debated as being the cover for Artificial, but I like them this way just a teeny bit more. This image has a nice lighting and retro vibe to it. Like an 80's roller skating rink floor.

And here's the list of songs for Pedestal;

1. Pedestal

2. Mixed Signals

3. Tunnel

4. Highway Blues

5. Vending Machine

6. Just Like Last Time

7. Is This Love

8. Fake a Smile

9. Trainwreck

10. Escapism

11. Don't Kiss Me Goodbye

12. Trial

13. Empty Skies

14. Supernova

I actually tried to get some decent ai photos for Vending Machine, but unfortunately they never felt quite right - usually the ai put it in the middle of a walkway and it was just kinda awkward so, eh. This was the best I was able to do with it:

I thought that this one was really neat, and kinda trippy. It looks like it belong in a Melanie Martinez song (which like, not complaining here, but yknow). It'd probably fit best with Escapism.

I think Don't Kiss Me Goodbye, whether Rey wanted it to be or not, would be his swan song, that thing he's best known for. And this may not be the cleanest fit (actually it's one of the weakest) for an art cover with that song, but I think that catches the fact that this was an afterthought song Rey didn't think was gonna blow up.

Honestly not sure where this one would fit best, as it's more of an idea for the cover of Artificial that I just wanted to keep because I like the theme and the vibe it emits. Might go well with Trial, it feels kind of dangerous-y and on the edge.

Next up is the third and most recently constructed album titles, and that is "Gravesinger" - does it feel like Rey's songs have a line of evolution yet? Cuz I was going for that.

Corpse

2. Six down

3. Fall

4. Might be

5. Hell’s happy hour

6. Existential Cryptid

7. Pie

8. X-rey

9. Body count

10. Born (and born and born)

11. Memory lane

12. Aries

13. The Fortune Teller

14. Infinity Wheel

15. Seafoam

Corpse is probably one of those songs that's way lighter and more whimsical than the title lets on, so I want to pair it with this image of a knight and flowers to give that vibe of something quietly rotting away.

Now. Pie was one of those names I just...I just wanted it, okay? For personal silly reasons I wanted it. And I did make a matching personal silly prompt:

Actually, I made two!

I think I like the second one better but the first one is still very fun.

Then there's Memory Lane, which I wanted to put this cool ocean wave picture on, since it feels similar to that retro vibe from the previous two albums (I think I used the same bot base "style" iirc)

Being the last song in his last (presumable) album, Seafoam is likely a song of Rey's response to the resounding success that was Don't Kiss Me Goodbye and his own mixed emotions surrounding it. As such, their covers are similar.

Aaaaand that's all I managed to get in, but I might go back and make more of these to slap on the song titles. Hell, maybe I'll even make the lyrics for them one day. Or figure out how to make music on the computer, idk. That's probably kind of a stretch given I know jack shit of music. Oh well.

Anyways enjoy the aesthetics!

[depressoexpresso-anon]

Love and Tubs

Your comfort character x reader

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I've not been feeling good recently. I've been having dark thoughts again and I just needed to write something to vent.

In my version, I used YV Alphonse as my comfort character but, I wanted it to be an ambiguous male character so you can imagine your comfort character. Cause we all have different ways and people we use for comfort.

I want this to be for anyone going through a hard time right now. So maybe this can help someone who needs it.

I'm also gonna be doing a female version of this to so it can appeal to other people as well.

I also kinda used a few of my struggles and my dark thoughts to help tell this one-shot.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

THIS STORY HAS THEMES OF SUICIDE, CUTTING, BLOOD, DARK INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, AND MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION AND MENTAL ILLNESS.

ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

⚠️ VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED ⚠️

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You felt tired, more than usual. You knew why you tired, you just would never admit it to yourself. You had to keep smiling, you had to keep going because if not he would know.

Depression wasn't a seasonal thing for you, it was almost constant. It's like a sickness. And today is one of those days. You didn't want to talk because you'll be too bothersome. You didn't want to eat because you'll feel bad afterward. You felt like you never deserved the peace that you earned or the love you were given.

You just wanted to sleep, you want to die.

You hated nights like tonight or early mornings. Because you would just lay awake while he slept next to you. Your mind would go back and think about all of your regrets and flaws and the comments of your life.

Throughout your life, you felt invisible and mute. Like if you were in a room full of people you would phase into the wall. No one would know you were gone. If they did would they care?

As you lay in bed, your back facing your lover, you try to hold in the silent sobs and screams that begged to be ripped from your throat.

You gave a slight flinch when you felt a heavy arm wrap around your waist and a large warm body snuggle up against your spine. Your brain stopped when you felt his warm breath fanned the back of your ear and neck.

His embrace and his warmth stopped your brain from running and your tears from flowing, you can finally take a breath and soak in the present. You were loved and you are seen. His love melted away the chains of your guilt and shame and made flowers of life and love bloom in your chest.

The sudden comfort made you drift off to sleep.

But not all good things last though.

You woke up again to find that you had wrapped your arms around him as he slept, back against your front. Tried to back to sleep but all you can do is just toss and turn as the thoughts returned.

Like a parasite, they slivered into your mind and spoke to you.

'You're nothing!'

'You're trash!'

'Look at you!'

'You're so annoying!'

'This is why the people you love leave!'

'You're a disgusting pig!'

'The world would be better without you!'

'Stop breathing!'

'Why are you here!'

'You deserve to die!'

These words that are constantly screaming in your head caused you to jump out of bed and stride to your bathroom.

But without meaning to you woke up your lover. He gripped the sleeve of your baggie shirt and with a groggy voice said "Where are you going sweets?"

You froze your mind panicking on what to say. "Oh, I-I'm just going to the bathroom." His grip loosened and let go, rolling over to a more comfortable position. "Hurry up and get back, ok?" That was all he said before tumbling down the rabbit hole of sleep once more as you hurry to the bathroom.

It was cold. Not the welcoming cold that one would enjoy but, a sinister cold. A cold that would run down one's spine leaving clattery bones in its wake.

You made your way to your tub and sat down it in. Personally, it was a better choice than a toilet.

The tub was cold and a little wet because of your shower earlier yesterday. You try to get comfortable while you cradled your head in your hands as you start to think again.

Your breathing was ragged. Your hands were shaking violently. Tears were rolling fastly down your face leaving your shirt wetter than before.

You hated how you couldn't control yourself, as much as you hated your mind. You begin to hold back sobs and screams in fear of waking your dear lover up.

As you cower into a ball and try to gain back control, the voices came back screaming in your head.

'YOU'RE WEAK!'

'YOU'RE PATHETIC!'

'YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID!'

'NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU!'

'YOU'RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING!'

'PEOPLE ONLY LIKE YOU BECAUSE THEY WANT YOU FOR SOMETHING!'

'YOU DESERVED YOUR ABUSE!'

' HE ONLY WANTS TO FUCK YOU!'

'YOU'RE JUST A STAIN!'

'YOU'RE JUST AN ACCIDENT!'

'YOU'LL BE BETTER OFF ALONE AND DEAD!'

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

With all loudness going inside you there was a sudden silence. The noise stopped. Your breathing calmed. Your hands stopped shaking. But you felt another feeling.

A warm wet feeling was flowing down your leg and burning in your hand. In your sudden rage of sadness, you didn't even notice that you had grabbed your lover's razor from the edge of the tub and used it to cut your leg and your hand along with it.

The cut was deep because a decent size pool of blood started to form by your feet.

Finally, you felt calm. You felt all of the pressure and pain seep out of you. Your breathing steadied. You stopped shaking harshly. You felt the sudden rush of sleepiness wash over your exhausted body, as a thin sheen of sweat coated you.

But calmness was soon erased by the soft knocking on the door. "Hey, are you ok? You've been in there for a bit."

The calmness was soon forgotten when the sudden rush of adrenaline pushed threw your veins.

'Oh no.'

'Why didn't you lock the door?'

'Now he's gonna see your little accident you made!'

'What would he think of you now?'

'He'll probably leave knowing how fucked up your stupid little head is!

It was already too late. He opened the door his eyes widened with the sight of you bloody and broken.

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the harsh yelling was to come to play. But it never came. Instead, a warm weight was placed above your body as you were wrapped up in his arms.

You never experienced this. You always thought he would yell and curse if he ever saw this side of you.

But he wasn't like the others. He was sweet and kind and understanding.

He loved you.

You wrapped your arms around him as you heard the sorrowful cry he gave while hugging you. "Please don't leave. I need you here. I-I love you. I love you so fucking much. Please don't go." He said quietly as you felt the warm drops of his tears fall on your shirt.

How he was acting now made you tear up yourself. He pulled back from his hug and cupped your face in his hands.

"Baby, please look at me." It was hard but you did what he asked. "Why did you do this?" His voice was soft yet firm and never wavered by the tears and emotions rolling down his face.

It was a struggle to speak but it didn't stop you from explaining your side of the story. "I-I-I was not f-feeling great and I didn't w-w-want to be a b-bother so I went in here and I-I-I-I cut mu-myself on a-a-accident. P-p-please doesn't be ma-mad."

You hated on how you sounded you felt broken and weak. "Shh, shh, breathe. It's gonna be ok. You are gonna be ok. Just breathe for me, baby." He said with a calming tone to try to get you to breathe at a normal rate.

"I'm not mad babe. If anything I'm mad at myself. I'm sorry that you had to go through all this alone. I never want you to be alone when you're like this." He said as he pets your hair trying to get you to calm down.

"You know babe your not alone in this fight. People all over the world are probably going through something similar to you. But, you have to know that your past doesn't make you the person you are now. And yeah, sure, you may have done things, saw things, heard things throughout your life and they still haunt you today. But those experiences don't define you and they didn't make you. I'm sorry that people in your past fucked you over and made you feel like a monster. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you then. But, I'm here now and no one will ever make you feel like how you felt back then, not when I'm still here. Y/N you are enough. You will always be enough, and nothing will ever stop me from loving you. You are beautiful, good, kind, passionate, smart and so much more. You are my star and my heart. If you're ever hurting like this again please come to me. You will never burden me. I love you and I see you."

He said while rubbing your tear-stricken cheek with his thumb. He leaned in and gave your salty swollen lips a soft peck before pulling you into a hug.

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Thank you for reading! I hope this helped some People struggling with mental struggles. As well, I just wanted to say that you are loved and cared about. And if you don't believe me, well guess what...

I LOVE YOU

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yan!TF2 × reader headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

// obsessive tendancies, mentions of violence, blood, sexual themes, noncon

[SFW]

Let's start with the defense classes

Defense:

Demoman

Deffo didn't admit that he loved you

Tbh he probably blamed it on his drunkenness

But dude you're always drunk

I mean seriously if he sobers up he'll genuinely die so like-

He would usually drink with you or just around you if you don't drink

He's generally a fun chill guy to be with

He would watch you from a distance at times, especially during battle you might distract the cyclops

He's okay with you asking questions

One time he broke his eyepatch and needed a new one

You gave him a nice black eyepatch with the demoman emblem on it

He gets all red whenever you say his full name, because he knows you remembered it

He is generally against kidnapping, I mean especially since he lives with his ma he'd rather not

And because he's a gentleman

If you ever reciprocate his feelings he'll make sure to treat you right

He is a messy person but for you? He'll clean

Probably would get carried away and make home made bombs with all the cleaning supplies 🤦‍♂️

Takes you to meet his mom

"ooo Tavish, yer gonna get me some grand kiddos are ya?"

That made you both blush like crazy

Soft cheek kisses

Probably made a special bomb and named it after you

"this one's for you, luv!" *Proceeds to set off all stickybombs which blows up the entire enemy team*

Blew up the last guy who looked at you funny

Hell, even worse when they make a sexual remark to you scout probably did it

Likes to give you your space but when he's paranoid he follows you to wherever or watched you from a distance

Heavy

Two words: big boy

Hugs are 10000000000/10

Sometimes it fewls suffocating but man it's like hugging a cloud

Soft forehead kisses

Russian pet names

He sometimes lets you touch Sasha, that's how he knows he loves you because he doesn't even let medic, his best friend, touch her

Probably named a gun after you or one of the pet names he calls you

You definitely met his family and they loved you

Zana especially

Doesn't get jealous easily but will not hesitate to unload 12 pounds of bullets into someone who even LOOKS at you the wrong way

Lord have mercy on the ones who dare flirt with you, rest in pieces scout

Doesn't really follow you anywhere (you're a bit too fast for him) but he does watch you and check up on you

He preforms okay on the battlefield but when you're around, he'll show off

Will cook for you, mainly russian dishes

He's very against kidnapping and would rather not do it

Doesn't shut up about you when he's around medic

Engineer

F l u f f y

Very softspoken in general but he gets all flustered when you talk to him

Will check up on you occasionally

"Darlin'" "Honey bunny" things like that y'know

Huge smile when you're around

Will cook for you most definitely, knows what you like

Makes little robots for you

Likes seeing you use his dispenser

Doesn't get jealous easily either but will try and take you away from someone who wants your attention

Likes just having you in his presence, doesn't need to talk to be happy with you around

Very very against kidnapping like all other defense classes, wouldn't do it unless if he truly felt the need to, last resort kind of thing

The last guy who flirted with you had a sentry gun shoved up his ass

Doesn't really follow you anywhere

Offense:

Scout

Nothing short of a horomonal teenager

I mean he's 21 but

He gets so giddy around you, very loud, tries to show off

He loves you very much

"oh yeah? Well I once absolutely smashed a guy into peices, he was still screaming when he was dead!"

He brags about brutal things but hey you love it since you're also brutal

Flexes his non-existent muscles around you

Would talk about his mom to you all day

Definitely got a tattoo of your face and name somewhere on his body, most likely his bicep

Your name is probably misspelled too but you never say anything about it because he can't read so it's fine

He hasn't really thought about kidnapping in all honesty, again, a last resort kinda thing if he can't get you to love him

He will make a damn SCENE if anyone flirts with you

"you think that's funny, chucklenuts? I eat guys like you for breakfast lunch AND dinner!" "I'll blow yer freakin head off if ya talk to y/n like that again!" Would definitely drag you away

God help anyone that makes you uncomfortable, he'll fuck them up, if that person is medic I mean he'll try to but we all know how fucking scary medic is

Follows you at times

Pyro

"Mphmphmpph"

Seems more lovey around you

Definitely gave you a hand full of the enemy's bloody bones thinking it was a bouquet of flowers

Absolute baby

Just so precious, scary but precious

Hugs for days

Good luck trying to get their ass off of you when you're on cease-fire

Very warm though, they smell like smoke with a bit of blood

Likes petting you

Isn't against the idea of kidnap because they don't realize what they're actually doing, they think they're just taking you to a magical place

Snuggles

When someone flirts with you their whole world changes

Gets angry and starts yelling at them

"MPHMPHMOHMPHHH! MPHMPHNHUMAHUMA!" - Pyro 2021

Will not let you get a checkup alone, he trusts medic but not with you

Very sweet tho, he'll turn around when you need to strip down

Will follow you almost EVERYWHERE and if they can, while holding your hand

Soldier

Yells at you a little less than the others

At first doesn't realize how he feels but then realizes that he loves you

Is pretty protective over you

Rants about America all day to you

Probably got you an american flag to wear

Doesn't really take off his helmet but he likes seeing you in it, makes him proud

If you ever live with him you'll find out that he owns like 20 racoons

"YOU ARE CUTER THAN A RACOON" "YOU WILL BE SAFE ON THE BATTLEFIELD, DO YOU HEAR ME MAGGOT?"

He loudly wakes everyone up in the morning but tries to avoid waking you up

Loves you as much as he loves America

Will show off on the battlefield for you

Isn't against kidnapping you, he probably did it early on if you showed immediately that you didn't reciprocate his feelings

Will blow any guy that hits on you to absolute bits

"MAGGOT DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL LEAVE THE LADY/MAN ALONE THIS INSTANT!"

Probably put you on his back and rocket jumped just to show you what it felt like

Follows you around a lot, it's really obvious because he wears a bucket over his head and crashes into things, when you look back he'll stand behind a lamp post or somewhere really obvious

Support

Ah yes, everyones favorite class including mine

Sniper

Very quiet

Takes secret glances at you

Pays more attention to you than the others

S h y

Asks how you are, how you slept, etc

Doesn't really need to be holding you, tbh he's against PDA

But he likes being in your presence

Just sit down next to him and he'll be fine

When he's on the battlefield, he'll look for you and make sure you're safe

God forbid anyone try to hurt you, he'll make them suffer

Talks about Australia to you and accidentally admitted that he wanted to take you there

Doesn't like the idea of kidnapping but he isn't totally against it, I can see him doing it

He smuggled you all the damn way to Australia

He'll nonchalantly show off to you on the battlefield, he'll let you get cornered and come in to save the day

"love" is a word he uses a lot with you

Will grumble to himself if he sees someone flirting with you

If it's a random person, well, that'll be the last time you ever see them

Has talked about you to his parents

Kind of follows you? I mean he sits atop a high placeand watches you through his scope whenever you're going somewhere

Spy

SEDUCTIVE ASF

He knows what he's doing

Will kiss your hand a lot

Likes to flirt with you and see you blush

"honhonhon"

Sleazy french fucker

Watched you from afar at first then approached you a little later

Isn't against the idea of kidnapping, pro kidnapping, definitely did it not only to have you to himself but for some sort of sexual satisfaction

Just very uh... Lewd? Can't find the right word

He treats you very respectfully though

If he hears anyone else flirting with you he'll be fuming but won't show it

"Oh please, like you could EVER satisfy y/n's desires"

That person mysteriously disappeared that night

Very cocky bastard

Definetly follows you home, not only that but he watches you through your window

And stalks you

He knows everything about you

Would get you either by knocking you unconscious or by blackmailing you

Medic

B a s t a r d

Gets LOUD when you're around

And giddy

Very touchy, always has a reason to put his hands on you

Talks a lot with you around, I mean he already talks a lot but now he won't shut up

Keeps his office nice and clean for you

He restocks on everything so when you come around you can take a loot at all his medicines

Big smile :D

Like spy he is not at all against kidnapping you

Makes sure you're comfortable during checkups

Will make you wait to be seen last just so he can take his time touching your body

"it's all part of the procedure".mp3

Compliments you in weird ways, ex: "your skin is so smooth and lovely, it's the perfect texture to make leather out of" "you have an amazing colon"

Look he's just trying his best here he has a screw loose

You're the only member who he's careful with really

Sometimes allows you to get hurt or has you get hurt by something just so you can see him

Always follows you wherever

Knows everything about you

If someone is flirting with you, he'll get quiet at first and use a low tone to speak to them

"you have guts talking to y/n like that"

They were never seen again

With kidnapping, he won't hesitate to use blackmail against you, or will just use anesthesia

Bonus: Pauling

Pauling

This lady values her work over her life, but to her you're so much more important

Will call you a lot on the battlefield to check in on you

Won't give you extremely hard missons to do because she doesn't want you to get hurt

"Hey (class), Pauling here. I need you... No not like that I just- I mean- for a mission yeah a mission"

Gets all flustered when you're around

Will take her only day off to spend time with you, what a sweetheart

Keeps multiple tabs on you

Follows you around

Doesn't really have time for kidnapping

But if it comes to that, she'll make something up so she has a reason to kidnap you

If anyone else is flirting with you she won't show that she's annoyed

She'll make something up as an excuse to execute them

[NSFW]

Defense

Demo

Has definitely thought of what you'd look like while naked

B l u s h

Has used a mental image of you to get off before

Probably has an actual photo of you

When he drinks a little more than usual, he'll accidentally brush his hand against your ass or get touchy with you

Will not force himself on you, he's 100% against that

If you decide to have sex with him, praise is what you're gonna get

"you're as beautiful as a shot of whiskey in the sunrise"

Very gentle with his hands

Heavy

Not the type to masturbate

Unless if he gets THAT worked up

Again, against forcing himself on you

But if you want it no doubt you will top

He's also gentle with you

And loving

Praise is all you're gonna get

Sometimes russian sometimes broken english

Either way he will worship your body

Engi

Again, a more modest guy, doesn't really touch himself

Might just use a robot to pleasure himself when thinking about you

Probably has a photo of you and him around his workshop

Never forces himself on you

He's sweet and gentle when you do want it though

Sometimes gets help from his robot friends

Offense

Scout

Gets off on thinking about you

Won't force himself on you though

Sexual remarks × 100

Calls you handsome/beautiful in bed

I wouldn't say he's the best in bed but hey he's good I guess

Cuddles after sex most likely

Probablh threw out all his sexual magazines because they just didn't do the trick anymore

Sometimes when he runs past you, your shirt/skirt gets lifted up by a gust of wind and he can't help but look ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Since I hit the text limit, I'll be making a part 2, stay tuned

[astrobyoph]

Pick a perfume; Current situation + What do you need to hear

Hello everybody, hope y’all are having a great day/night wherever you are. Anyways I’m here with a Pick a pile post, kinda nervous because it’s my first time doing something like this, but hope y’all enjoy this! Everything is done intuitively btw so let me know if it resonated :)

What will be in the readings; Your current situation, What do you need to hear, Possible placements 

We have 4 piles today, with a perfume theme because I’m a sucker for that. Unfortunately, I’m broke so I can’t afford these but let’s just admire how pretty they are LOL. Take a deep breath, and pick the one that you’re most drawn to! Lets get started;

Pile 1: Good girl by Carolina Herrera

Your current situation; Gosh are you guys okay? HAHAHA but for real though. I’m sensing a lot of dark, tired vibes here. Some of you might be undergoing a certain change right now perhaps? Maybe emotionally, or even physically for some of you. You’re tired of the things around you, and it’s been draining you. I heard “backstabbing” maybe some of you got backstabbed as well, really sorry if you did, you don’t deserve it :( But yes, generally very tired and exhausted energy here.

What do you need to hear; There’s change coming for you. Definitely. I sensed a butterfly, so maybe at the end of this phase you’d be like a butterfly and look completely different. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault, you are enough. You got this, and you have the strength to get through this too. Oh and if anything feels too good to be true, don’t take it. Trust your gut always. Your guides are with you, pile 1. Hang in there baby

Possible placements; Water placements/dominant, Scorpio, Sag placements. 2/7H emphasis, Pluto/Venus dominant perhaps. Maybe you can go near a water body to recharge, meditation might help too. Or maybe swimming can be theraputic too. Take care pile 1, sending you lots of love <3

Pile 2: Black Opium by Yves Saint Laurent

Your current situation; I feel like some of you just entered a relationship perhaps? Or you might be in the talking stage, or maybe one is coming into your life soon. I sense a lot of happiness, content in this pile. You’ve gone through a lot in the past and I feel like you’re in the prime right now. So happy for you guys arhasdjh. I sensed a flower, perhaps you like flowers or it might have a significance to you, I think this also showss growth in you, pile 2. Do some of you like pink as well? It feels as though some of you picked up a new hobby/recreation as well. Cute vibes overall you guys

What do you need to hear; So with your new beginning here, or better life whatsoever, you should keep going at it! This is bringing you happiness and change. I feel like abundance and rewards are coming your way too? However I think you need to learn how to manage your time, segregate your days well. Prioritise the things that you still need to do too. Protect yourselves as well, in the sense of don’t let anyone take advantage of you and let slip kind of thing.

Possible placements; Cancer, Virgo, Mars/Saturn dominant, Aquarius placements, Air/earth dominant. Remember to treat yourself, go out, take a deep breath of fresh air. You got this pile 2, sending you lots of love <3

Pile 3: Chanel No.5 by Coco Chanel

Current situation; There’s a really consistent vibe here guys, and I think it has to do with desire. Some of you are really desiring something, desperate for something? I heard widow, maybe some of you are widows (for the older people), or maybe you come from a single parent family. Sending you love. Anyways, you guys probably need a hug pile 3. There’s a vibe of healing, protection here too. You guys might be healers, empaths maybe? You have a tendency to take care of the people around you and not yourself as well.

What do you need to hear; Definitely protect yourself that’s for sure. I felt it in the previous paragraph, and now again. Be careful of energy vamps, people who feed off your energy. Some of you might be intuitive readers/creators here? Hello if you are haha. Be careful of people taking advantage of you, I heard short, close friend so maybe that might be them. But yes, cut off what’s bad for you. Cut off the things that are toxic to you as well, do yourself that favour. It’s self protection for you. (18+) Sorry this just popped in my mind but if anyone here’s going to have sex, protection if you do! Just be careful :)

Possible placements; Pisces, Aries, Leo, Sag, Water dominant, Earth dominant, Sun/Mercury/Venus dominant. Definitely take care of yourself, you deserve better. Your energy is precious as well, I feel like some people here like bread too lol. Take care of yourselves pile 3, sending you love <3

Pile 4: Hypnotic poison by Dior

Current situation; Right off the bat there’s very strong bad bitch energy HAHAH. Y’all are the ones who have been through everything, maybe some of you were attracted to pile 2. There’s a similar energy of accomplishment with both piles, but this has more of the firey and bad bitch energy. I think you guys have learnt to know your worth, and to be content with yourselves. You might be nearing an end in something, maybe education? Some of you might be finishing a certain level in education soon. I think there’s a lot of rewards coming your way too. There’s really the emphasis of growth in this pile.

What do you need to know; So immediately I felt the feeling of being overconfident. Now I’m not saying being confident is bad, but overconfidence might be a little bad. You guys might be hiding something too, something you’re scared to show other’s in the fear that your reputation might be tarnished? This might not be for all, but I felt “Sexual orientation”, that might be something you’re hiding? But yes, I think as much as it is good that you’ve grown to be comfortable and confident, remember to be considerate to people around you too. Be careful of their emotions and feelings, and don’t be too absorbed in yourself, or this might drive people away and I don’t want that for you guys 

Possible placements; Fire/Earth dominant, Leo, Aries, Aquarius, heavy Plutonian energy, Saturn as well. I’d say be cautious of what you say and do, remember to process before letting things leave your mouth sometimes. But no harm, you guys still mean good for everybody I know. Continue to be badass pile 4, sending you love <3

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Thank you for reading to the end guys, I really hope you enjoyed the Pick a pile! If you can reblog and share what you think, I’d love to hear your opinions as this is my first time doing something like this haha. Anyways take care and stay safe everyone, sending you all lots of love.

See you next time! ❤️😮‍💨

[cancermoonclown]

Signs as Songs off of Taylor Swift's Folklore

i love taylor swift so much and this album was a fucking masterpiece.

some of these might be controversial, but i go by vibes and vibes only

Aries: my tears ricochet, looking at the lyrics, there is so much outright anger and an Aries doesn't hide their anger. they're outright when they've been burned. "i didn't have it in myself to go with grace, cause when i'd fight you used to tell me i was brave". Aries, fighting, you see the correlation.

Taurus: the lakes, honestly, the references to flowers and nature. it's very Taurus. the way that the narrator just wants to be alone with their lover, away from "these cynical clones, these hunters with cell phones". also i can feel a Taurus after being hurt standing up for themselves and saying "I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze, tell me what are my words worth" because it's not too rude, it's about themselves and their growth.

Gemini: hoax, emotion shrouded in metaphors and references. i feel like this song could be a Gemini in immense, shocking heartbreak. because it doesn't really focus on the emotional 'i feel this' aspect, but more intellectualizing the other person's betrayal.

Cancer: illicit affairs, the heavy, choking emotion of this song, along with the doomed romance. that's basically a recipe for a Cancer. i love this song, "look at this god forsaken mess that you made me, you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else" i can see a Cancer really getting hurt with that line.

Leo: seven, the carefree energy of this song, the childhood memories, also i feel like Leo's are worriers when it comes to the people they love and care about "your dad is always mad and that must be why, and i think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates, and you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet". a child Leo would totally offer anything to help, despite maybe not understanding the severity of a situation.

Virgo: this is me trying, Virgo's try. i know that that seems obvious but they do. they try everyday, in the little tasks that no one notices much, the little tasks that don't get awards and recognition. even if they feel like shit, like the song says, "at least im trying"

Libra: mirrorball, kinda obvious but Libra's are just social creatures, they are diplomatic and charming but of course they feel this pressure to be someone everyone likes. "i can change everything about me to fit in" and it gets to them! that's okay, loves, just reflect and take some self-care days :)

Scorpio: mad woman, oooh the vengeance in this song. the way i can totally picture some angsty Scorpio messily scribbling this song out on a piece of aged paper. taylor's Scorpio mars popped tf off! "what did you think i'd say to that" felt so contained yet aggressive too. just like a Scorpio's anger

Sagittarius: the 1, the blasé nature of this song is very reminiscent of a Sagittarius. the oh well, we could've been something but its okay that we're not, it was fun either way. also the subtle nods to the speaker's intelligence like "you know the greatest films of all time were never made" or "roaring twenties passing pennies in the pool"

Capricorn: invisible string, the bridge is very Capricorn. i can totally see a Capricorn holding a grudge to the people who broke their heart, but when softened up by time and love, they'll let go of that hurt and be happy. the maturity of this song and the nostalgia gives me Saturn vibes.

Aquarius: betty, i feel like an Aquarius man would 10 out of 10 act like this. like they don't get other people's feelings?? like they would be like 'why are you mad? yeah, i slept with her but i love you, babe'. i dunno, is it just me? "im only 17, i don't know anything but i know i miss you" is something an aquarius man would say after he screwed you over. i know some of y'all may not like me for this one but it must be said.\

Pisces: august, ahhh this song is sooo dreamy and lovely and it just has the air of rose-tinted memories. the 'lemme put this person on a pedestal and then be hurt when they are someone else' theme of the song is very Pisces (no offense because i love y'all)

lemme know what you think and lemme know what album you want me to do next!

[khneltea]

Jasonette headcannon #1 section b.

Woah, so apparently y'all like this stuff. Uhm, takes inspiration from @mochegato and @SquareBrain on AO3

Previous

↬ Jason will never admit that he felt scared out of his wits as he rocked up to the shop

↬ nope, nuh-uh, never

↬ the store owner who stood a head shorter than him wasn't scary in the slightest

↬ so, dressed up in his best leather jacket and jeans, plus that old red shirt that may or may not have a bullet hole in it somewhere but was the best one he could find, he opened the door to the shop

↬ only to tremble in his boots at who was in the shop (whether it was anger or sheer fear, he will not admit to either and will deny all allegations of said trembling)

↬ inside was 2 of the biggest crime lords in Gotham, the one from the docks and the one from the underground, notorious for trying to tear each other's throats out, sitting peacefully on pretty pink cushions and enjoying pastries and tea out of tiny dainty tea cups

↬ what.the.actual.fuck.

↬ the glaringly pink (he supposed that was the theme) door to the right suddenly burst open and out comes the lady of the hour, and behind her was a very hot teenage girl (about 15 years old), but for some reason, he didn't really pay attention to her

↬ all eyes were on the two ladies, the hot one giggling away about a quinceañera while the owner of the shop smiled serenely, surveying the surroundings (probably checking if there was a gang war)

↬ her bluebell eyes popped out when they saw him (he says it was because he was handsome, but don't listen to him-)

↬ "hello! Welcome to my boutique, would you like to take a seat while checking our ready-made garments? Or are you here for a commision?"

↬ "uhhhhhhh..." Jason didn't think that far ahead. And it's hard going impromptu when there was a beautiful lady devoting all her attention on him

↬ she smiled like she knew exactly what he was thinking

↬ "why don't you take a seat, monsieur, and I'll help you out dans juste un instant (oh gosh, I'm sorry all you people who speak french who are going to call me out for using Google translate-)"

↬ so he's just sitting there, a tiny tea cup with little black cats and ladybugs on the sides held in his hands as he sees her negotiating a purchase with one of the mobster groups

↬ he nearly sighed in relief when the crime lord by the docks left with the gorgeous girl (probably his daughter now that he thought about it) after leaving a heavy briefcase and a business card in exchange for a beautiful sleek gown and matching accessories

↬ kinda scared him how friendly they both seemed to the store owner and how...warm that look in both the father and daughter's eyes were

↬ and he couldn't help but flinch when the crime lord from Gotham underground (is this a thing-) grins while the blue eyed woman started taking his measurements

↬ "doll, you're always welcome to come over anytime. You're good at business, I need more people like that."

↬ she has the fucking audacity to laugh. Laugh, I tell you

↬ "non, non, monsieur. I am quite happy with my little shop over here. Besides, the young ones would miss my pastries too much if I moved."

↬ he waved a hand. "Those street rats? If that's all that it takes to get you on my side, then consider them to be in better protection and care than those kids Wayne adopts every 5 seconds."

↬ got to say, his heart went thump when he pieced together that she took care of the street kids

↬ she grins "well, you're already giving them protection for living in my block, so that's all I need. Don't worry about the rest, I've got it covered."

↬ the crime lord shrugs. "Eh, I don't really care about the brats. But you, you're the one that needs protecting. Where else will I be getting these good suits that don't tear all the goddamn time from knives and guns? Plus, what's another 5 or 6 men patrolling this area to keep my favourite designer safe? If it makes you happy that they're inadvertently looking out for the kids, then better for me."

↬ wait those suits protected him from knives and guns????? Who the hell was this woman???

↬ smiling in response, but not as brightly anymore, she stood up, jotting down some notes in her book

↬ "alright, monsieur, you'll have to come in to a fitting on Saturday, presumably before your interaction with Monsieur Falcone at 1pm, so would it be presumptuous to ask if you come in at 10:30?"

↬ "not at all, my dear! it's a pleasure of doing business with you"

↬ "also, preferably, don't wear the flashy red suit you have, might i recommend the blue one from the fitting before last week's? Monsieur Falcone would gladly appreciate the red suit blaring in his eyes after the concussion he received recently"

↬ wait

↬ how the fuck did she know that

↬ falcone got that last night (he should know, he gave it to him)

↬ and the only ones who should know about it right now are him, Falcone, and no one else

↬ either this kid was magic, or she was Alfred level shit (he's still not convinced that Alfred is fully human)

↬ "thanks doll" and the crime lord leaves

↬ she turns to him, smiles and everything

↬ "alright, monsieur hood, what would you like to purchase today? or are you still having difficulty choosing?"

↬ uhm fuck ok

↬ how the hell do you talk to pretty, badass women that can probably take over the entirety of Gotham in a day

↬ "uhhhhhh got anything in red that doesn't make me look like a fucking period stain?"

↬ she giggled in a way that you know it's not flirting but just generally found it funny, and he thought it was the creation of the universe

↬ "i'm sure we can find you something, monsieur hood."

↬ proceeds to pull him up (what the fuck she was so strong for such a tiny girl) and lead him to the back room

↬ fabrics upon fabrics upon fabrics lay everywhere in chaos, but he felt like if he moved something, the balance of the room would be upset

↬ finally comes to a bar that ran from one end of a rack to the other, thin fabrics lining it

↬ the blue-eyed girl takes a beautiful black silk cravat with red embroidery that boldly stood out (yes, he knows what a cravat is, sue him for wanting to know what Mr Knightley, Mr Bingley, and Mr Darcy wore in the books) and drapes it over his neck, critically eyeing it

↬ in the process, pulling him down by the neck to look at it and being very close to her pink plump lips

↬ uhm fuck what do i do what do i say who am i what is life what the fuck austen you didn't prepare me for this-

↬ "as i thought", she says, "this is a good colour scheme for you, but probably more of a black with a tinge of brown and a more muted red colour scheme for everyday use."

↬ she walks away and comes back with a measuring tape and measures his neck, shoulders, arms, and starts measuring around the torso

↬ he doesn't even register this because of how efficient she is and because he was used to it from living with Bruce fucking Wayne (he won't admit that he was just too distracted by the way her dainty little fingers brushed against the back of his ears as she leaned forward to check the measurements, nor when they fluttered against his biceps and chest)

↬ when she's done, she starts writing measurements and mumbling under her breath, which snaps him out of his stupor

↬ "why did you take my measurements?"

↬ "a good cravat needs a good suit, and what better than for me to make a matching one when I have the time and resources to do it?"

↬ she fucking grinned at him like a devious minx who knew more about him than she should and he melted a bit. 

↬ just a little bit.

↬ turning around, she stuck her hand out, still smiling like a fucking seductress

↬ "I'll be making your suit and cravats, let's hope to a wonderful relationship, it's going to be a pleasure working with you."

↬ he tried to match her smile, but ended up feeling like a dork with his heart beating 200 times a second. and he felt like an even bigger dork when he took her hand and gave her a small kiss on the knuckles. "believe me, the pleasure is all mine, dove. might i dare, i fain would ask, for your sweet name? that while a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, i feel that yours would double in so."

↬ she smiled back at him.

↬ "why, good sir, it is a good show of faith in the honey to the flower of life, as Hugo quotes, but I wish you would take me to dinner first before such matters. My name, you ask? It is Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

↬ He smirked. "My name is Jason Todd."

↬ "I know, Monsieur Hood."

↬ "Wait, how the fuck do you know-"

[bakatenshii]

Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

༻✧༺

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

༻✧༺

𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

༻✧༺

𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

༻✧༺

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

a/n #2: speshull tankz 2 uwucatgirlprincess99 4 da line (u kno da one ;))) + sk8erg0rl666 4 havin me in da collab! + also cummin up wiv da title!! lawlzz rawr x)))

a/n #3: OH WOW . erhm. Longest chappy thing ive written. Hope you liked it. so uhm. ENJOY ! [btw, I'm considering doing the NEXT CHAP; sneak peek thing. Should I? :3 Comment?] plz R&R!! :]]] kudoz 4 u <333

p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

p.p.s. comment below if u reconize dee song!! ur a kool kat if u do ;))

[soulwillower]

heather • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

[based off the song heather by conan gray]

requested:   OMG I HAVE AN IDEA IDK IF ITS GOOD AND IDK WHY IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS BUT CAN U DO A FIC WHERE LIKE ITS BASED OF YHE SONG HEATHER BY CONAN GRAY WHERE THE READER AND RICH HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS FOR SO MANY YEARS AND HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACHOTHER BUT THERE BOTH SO OBLIVIOUS- SO WHEN RICHIE LIKE GETS A GF ONE DAY THE READER JUST WHSKWHDIWHWIW IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT LIKE AT THE END THEY REALIZE THEYRE IN LOVE. SORRY IF ITS TOK SPECIFIC. LOVE U. IM RUNNING OUTTA CHARACTERS 

warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, themes of cheating but no actual cheating, angst, fluff at the end, unedited.

thank u guys so much for being so patient with this fic <3 love u all so much!

[losers + reader are  18+ in this.]

4.4k words

(also, this fic starts with a flashback and idk if i like this style, but lmk if it works) 

♡

the persistent beat thudding in your ears seems to do nothing more than dim your already low mood as you sip on lemonade by yourself in someone's basement bar, sitting on an uncomfortable metal barstool and leaning your head heavy against your chin.

these days, it seemed as though the world was painted in gray.

you look around almost lazily; bev and ben went outside in the snow a couple minutes ago, stan just took a girl upstairs - you're left alone now, because mike and eddie had to study for their exam and bill was feeling under the weather. and richie, as usual, was late.

there's almost twenty other people in the room right now, but you have no desire to speak to any of them. you've been trying to have fun tonight, but you're just having a hard time, feeling distracted and unable to stop thinking about wire framed glasses and a certain bright smile.

your wandering eyes halt your thoughts as a girl in your class - heather perez -  catches your eye from across the room, her hair falling in natural curls that makes you sigh in envy. she smiles and waves at you warmly, gesturing for you to come and sit with her. you swallow and look down into your cup of dreary, graying lemonade as you try not to think about how you look in comparison. she's so fucking pretty. you look back up and shake your head with a friendly smile, faker than a plastic flower, and nod to the bathroom. she shrugs and smiles, turning back around.

she was too sweet, it hurt.

her naturally dark hair, long and wavy, her smooth dark skin, her laugh.... but suddenly, your head snaps back up after recognizing a familiar sight on heather's figure.

-is that richie's sweater?

your heart thumps and churns in the most unsavory way as all the breath leaves your lungs in one swift exhale. you feel sick to your stomach and your hand falls to hit the counter to stabilize yourself, the lemonade sloshing out of the cup slightly. but you pay no mind. heather's wearing richie's sweater...

you know that sweater really well. it's definitely his, and for some reason that makes you want to cry.

you blink and force yourself to suck air into your lungs as you look around quickly, anywhere but at heather perez wearing richie tozier's sweater, with all the stripes and patterns and the rough polyester material. you're not sure why you're so caught off-guard, you knew that heather perez was maybe-kinda-sorta seeing your trashmouth. he'd mentioned it in passing a few times and you've not been able to keep it off your mind as bev and bill whisper to richie about it in the halls or during hangouts when you were laying in stan's lap pretending not to hear it.

it hurts, though. holy hell, does it hurt when richie turns the corner and the typical, 'hey, richie!' choruses through most of the people in the basement - and yet his eyes are just set on her.

it hurts even worse when you make eye contact with him and he smiles at you, nodding in greeting and calling a "hey there, toots!" over the thumping of the noise before turning back towards heather.

your heart thumps erradically as you eye him sliding an arm around her shoulders easily, pulling her into his tall lanky frame,  crushing your chest and deflating your trembling heart. heather's head falls onto richie's shoulder and you shiver, feeling colder than you've felt in so long. the lemonade you force to your lips tasting like stale water as the sight of richie pinching heather's shoulder and thumbing his own sweater on her frame make you feel empty.

even now, weeks later, you remember how it felt. you sip on the boiling tea and immediately burn your tongue, making you swear as you stare out your window, the snow falling around your house in the dark making you feel an odd, empty kind of peace. that fucking sweater.

you haven't talked to richie in almost a week and a half - he got in trouble the night after the party and his parents took his phone away - at eighteen years old, his parents took his phone - so that he could 'spend time with family' (a task that made you chuckle to yourself when bill had explained it to you about twelve days ago).

it's winter break, though, and you've been missing the last piece of your eight-person puzzle the last few times you've hung out with your friends. it feels empty without richie's boisterous shenanigans, snarky looks and goofy comebacks... you feel really embarrassed for missing him so deeply.

tears well up in your eyes as you think again about his damn sweater, the one that heather was wearing, the same one he'd given you not even three weeks prior.

"well look at you." richie says with amusement trickling through his voice like melting icewater through a calm creek.  you spin towards him with a grin eclipsing your face as you shrug around his sweater, pretending not to smell his strong scent and pretending not to feel the immediate comfort it gives you.

"you know, for as dumb as it looks, i kind of like it." you tease, brushing some hair back from your eyes as the sweater sleeves fall back down past your hands. he laughs, eyes not leaving you for a second.

"shit, doll. keep it." he says, sounding serious. it makes you pull a face at him, starting to lift it slightly over your head to return it to its rightful owner.

but he shakes his head, hands gently gripping your arms and halting your motions, subsequently setting your heart on fire. his lips are set in a gentle grin as he shakes his head again. "it looks so much better on you."

it's spoken simply, in such honestly that it makes you blush nearly immediately. in fact, you're so flustered that all you can do is shove him a bit, stuttering out a quiet, "shut up, richie, you- i - okay, whatever."

it makes him chuckle as he takes the soft blow of your hands against his shoulders, deftly running his hands through his curly locks as he shakes his head. "you're adorable, kid."

you're lucky he'd turned around to gripe around on his messy bed for his laptop, because the stupid grin you're sure is painting your face is enough to make you dig your own grave and then hand him the shovel. if only he knew how much you liked him.

you didn't keep the sweater after that night, though. at the time, you'd told him it was because it was putrid; that the colors and patterns were a sin to man and that you'd never be caught dead wearing it out. he laughed the whole time because you had literally worn it to the store with him it with him that same day. but now, you'd give anything for richie to give you that sweater again, to feel that polyester inseam fall against your stomach and your arms and chest, like a huge richie hug (without all the bones and the cologne and the caffeine-pulsing heartbeat - so not a real richie hug, but as close as you could get to the real thing without actually just having it).

god, you like him too much. you rub your face with your palm, the moisture from the tears that had accidentally escaped your eyes smudging against your face. you're tired, almost - it's like an empty, heartbroken exhaustion that sags your shoulders and chokes your throat and makes you zone out for minutes at a time. one thought overwhelms you right now, so as you see a car's headlights shine out your window through the falling snow, you don't even notice it.

you just wish you were heather.

you've tried to hate her. really, you have - you figured maybe, just maybe, if you were able to rant to bev or eddie about how much of a bitch heather is, how she's terrible to richie and how boring she was, maybe you could justify the heartbreak in your chest.

but god, she's so perfect. heather, with her shiny hair, bright smile, her flawless mind and caring heart. she's, as far as you're concerned, an angel. of course richie would choose heather, who wouldn't?

the other day at that party, you'd tried your hardest to ignore your intrusive thoughts, but you can't help feeling like it would all be better if heather didn't exist. and even that thought alone hurts your heart, because you remember the smile on richie's face when he looked at her, swathed in his sweater and floating around the room like a beacon of light.

and you could never, ever in good conscience take that from richie.

you almost laugh at how absurd it is - now you're talking to yourself while you stare out the window, half asleep, dreaming of freckles placed just like constellations and crooked noses, of jawlines that jut out and long, lanky fingers; of loud, chipping laughter and beat up high-tops with cuffed corduroy pants.

"y/n?" a voice behind your door makes you jump a bit, unsettling your already disconcerted bones. you’re imagining him, now? you laugh into your scalding mug for a second, but after a double-take at the doorway you find the angel himself to be standing there with a perplexed look.

"richie, what're you doing here?" you ask, rubbing your eye to make sure no tears are left. he looks troubled. "i knocked, but nobody answered. so..." he says with a shrug, and you ned, tucking a leg under yourself and nodding.

"what are you doing, toots?" he asks, backlit by the hallway light. and then you finally can see what he's wearing, and you almost laugh at your own misery.

but you don’t laugh, your brain short-circuiting as you feel the knife twist further into your abdomen. the stupid fucking sweater.

“-um, nothing. y- did you get that back from heather?” you try to deliver the line as smoothly as possible, but by the look on his face, you did a real shit job at that.

“what?” he asks in an exhale as he shakes snowflakes from his hair and shoulders, closing your door as he walks towards you and falls to sit next to you on your windowsill seat.

“i thought you gave her that sweater.” you say and he raises a brow, “yeah, like two weeks ago.” he says slowly, eyeing you. he adds, “she obviously didn’t need it after that.”

you frown, “did she need it then?” you didnt try to sound bitter at all, but your voice comes with more of a sting than you’d anticipated.

as always, richie meets fire with fire. “it was twenty fuckin’ degrees out, she was wearing a tank top.”

you don’t know what to say so you just stare out the window with a quick huff, crossing your arms. "why does it matter? it's a sweatshirt." he mutters. "i was just being nice to her."

you nod, pain twisting around in your stomach. he's right, it's just a sweater. but he gave it to her, because he likes heather better.

“what’s up with you, kid?” he asks, gentler this time.

“don’t call me kid, richie.” you say sharply, not meeting his eyes. “and there’s nothing up with me.” you know you’re being difficult, but you really don't have the energy to argue with him right now.

it’s quiet again, and the silence is even more awkward. you take another scalding sip of your tea. 

“um, y/n... is this because of heather?” he says after a bit. you feel the tension that the acknowledgment brings as it hits you in the thick, cold air. richie’s tapping a rhythm on his thigh, so you can tell he feels it too.

"richie." you say weakly, your voice coming out too quiet, too obviously broken and exhausted. "i cannot do this. please don't do this right now"

he blinks at you, eyebrows furrowed. "sugar, i'm so lost right now."

you decide to change the subject. "-why'd you come over?" you ask, actually looking at him then immediately regretting it. he looks hurt and confused, like a lost puppy.

"oh. um, i just need to tell you something.it's about heather, too." he sounds anxious, and you roll your eyes, looking down at the tree outside your room as wind blows powdery white mounds off its branches.

“can this just wait until tomorrow?” you whisper. doesn't he get it?

it's quiet and for a moment you believe that he's going to leave it, to not bring up the obvious jealousy brewing in your chest. but he breaks the silence too soon.

"i tried to kiss her." he says and you immediately look towards the door, the most immediate escape possible. 

your breathing gets heavy; if you have to hear this, you know you'll admit your feeling to richie, and you don't want to do that to him. but you have a suspicion that he already knows.

"richie, i'm so, so glad to see you. and that you like heather. really, i am. but- it's not a good time. i'm not- i'm not okay." you say, voice thick as tears well behind your eyes.

richie’s eyes widen almost comically as you make eye contact and his hands immediately find purchase on your arms, his thumbs rubbing in the way that he has done ever since that one foggy summer you spent in the sewers. "y/n/n, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, watching sadly as a tear slips from your cheek. it breaks your heart when he calls you sweetheart, and you shake your head.

you can't tell him the truth - that you love him, so instead, you mumble, "i've missed you. there's a lot going on, and i just really need you."

he looks guilty as he pulls you into a warm hug, one that takes you off guard but that you return gratefully. "you've been too busy spending time with heather and with your parents, and i understand that, i just - you know, i miss you." you say, voice muffled as your cheek is squished into his shoulder. he sighs shakily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “i know i’ve been with her a lot, i’m sorry sugar.” he mutters. 

it feels like you’re both holding something back from the other. 

"i wish i were heather." you say against his shoulder, knowing richie’s completely unaware of the depth of your statement. but he pulls back and stares at you, an unknown look on his face. you open your mouth to say something, but you're cut off before you can get anything out.

and his lips fall against yours lightly, almost as if they’re ghosts against yours. his presence feels fleeting. 

you barely close your eyes and press closer to him before you snap out of it, jerking backwards with wide eyes.

richie’s eyes fall open too as he looks at you questioningly. your heart is thumping heavy as you shake your head, more shocked than you thought ever possible. “what?” he asks, as if he’s surprised you’re not kissing back.

you give him a sad, broken look. you think you’ll cry as you mutter, "why would you ever kiss me? i'm not - i'm not nearly as pretty as her, i'm just-"richie suddenly looks like he might get sick, his face paler than usual as the steam from your tea dwindles idly between you. he cuts you off. "-why are you - why are you saying all these things y/n/n-”

“heather. you like heather.” you say frantically, trying to remind him so you dont have to live through this fresh faced heartbreak twice as painful if he kisses you again. 

but richie shakes his head, and your confusion skyrockets just as much as your heartbeat."no. a-amy asked her out." he says breathlessly. "-she said yes."

you blink, pulling even further away as it dawns on you. "wait. so... so you only want to see me after the girl you wanted finds someone else?" you ask, watching as the smile gets smacked off of richie's face so quickly you think it may give him whiplash. "wait, no-" he starts, but you shake your head.

“richie, do you understand how hurtful that is?” you say, voice heavy as you try not to let tears fall.

he shakes his head, eyes glossing with tears as he gapes at you, “n-no, y/n-“

“fuck, richie. i know you know about my feelings for you. how could you do this? i’m not heather, i’m reminded that every time i’m in the same room as the two of you. she’s had you completely mesmerized for the last month, you can’t just use me to distract yourself.” you say, your tea completely forgotten as a tear escapes your eye.

he shakes his head, looking at you with an emotion you don’t have the energy to decipher. “leave, richie.” your voice is broken and it shakes as you look away from him.

you’re not sure what you were expecting, but when richie stands up silently you dont even look away from the window. you see him wipe his cheek in your peripheral before he sighs quietly and walks out of your room, shutting the door quietly.

you cry openly as you hear your door shut downstairs, your hands shaking as you cover your face, your shoulders shaking with sobs. you make it under your covers just as you hear a car engine sputter outside, your heart empty and lips still tingling as the feeling of richie’s lips linger on yours. you groan into your pillow and let out another sob, your eyes squeezing in agony as your heart feels like it’s ripping in two.

because even if they’re not together, richie still likes her.

why couldn’t you be heather?

you cry until you’re asleep, your now cold mug of tea resting on the windowsill as your phone charges next to you and snow swirls in the dark sky.

when you wake up the next morning, your headache is nearly blinding. you feel like crying more as you remember last night. you roll over and rub your eyes, unlocking your phone groggily.  

but you check your notifications and your heart immediately stops as you see a missed call from richie at 3:49 in the morning last night, and a voicemail left a minute later.

well, you guess he got his phone back.

your fingers tremble as they hover above the play button, feeling like you may vomit from anxiety - the message he left is two minutes long.

closing your eyes, ready for even more heartbreak, you press play and hold the speaker to your ear.

“um, y/n.” the voicemail starts off, and you’re already tearing up because richie’s voice is full to the brim with anxiety and he’s not using his usual nicknames for you. 

“uh... okay, i- i know it’s four in the morning, and you’re probably asleep - god, i hope you are, and that you’re not ignoring me. not that i dont deserve it, but i just want you to get good rest. uh, a-anyways. fuck,” there’s an awkward pause and you’re holding your breath.

“you know i’m not good with phone calls or voicemails-“ his rambling just adds to your anxious feeling, but you think if you don’t listen to this, your anxiety would eat you alive.

“- fuck, i don’t know how to say this. kind of ironic, i guess, since i’ve been thinking about saying it like every day for probably more than a year- okay, i’m... god, spit it out, trashmouth.” his voice gets thicker and you can hear the emotion as he takes a shallow breath.

“y/n/n, you make my hands shake. i swear, my heart feels like it’s going to backfire and explode when we touch... and it scares me so fucking bad.” you feel your heart halt in your chest, the air leaving your lungs.

you keep the phone pressed tightly to your ear as richie’s recorded voice goes on.

“-fuck, y/n. i’m terrified. sometimes i think.... like, whoever created me... they designed me just to be yours. and... it’s not in the same way i feel about bev, or bill, or eddie-“ his voice breaks as he sniffs on the other end and it dawns on you that he’s crying. “-you’re you. you’re y/n. i tried to like heather as more than just a friend. but...” it’s silent for a second.

“i just kept comparing her to you. i do that with everybody. i think i’m broken. i love you so much that it hurts.” he’s crying enough by now that it’s leaking into his speech; he’s hiccuping, stuttering slightly, his inflection changing as you can almost picture the tears rolling off his thick eyelashes and onto his rosy cheeks.

“-and i can’t sleep right now knowing that i hurt you like this. i can’t believe that i let you think of yourself as lesser than heather in any way-“ he sobs quietly in the recording and takes a stuttering breath. "i can’t believe i put myself before you. i’m such a shitty friend. i should’ve been giving you my stupid fucking sweaters the whole time.” 

tears are pouring out of your eyes as you sit up, ripping the comforter off your legs. you’re pulling on socks and your shoes as you continue to listen to richie’s voicemail.

“i’m sorry that i kissed you, and i’m sorry that i dragged you into this m-mess, that i used heather as an excuse to ignore my feelings for you. i-i love you so fucking much, and i’m just so scared of hurting you. i’m so sorry that i hurt you, y/n.”

you have to see him.

“-and, um, i’m sorry i left this voice message. this is probably the worst way to find this out but i figured that it would be easier for us to ignore if it wasn’t in person- y’know, because you don’t have to respond. just- now you know. that i’m sorry, and that i don’t expect you to forgive me or want to speak to me for a while. i just- i need you to know that you’re so loved, y/n. and that you deserve so much better than me.

“so, um, okay. i’ll let you sleep now. b-bye.” he whispers the end and then the line cuts dead.

you’re left with shaking breath and tears in your eyes as his voice rings in your head. you try to take in what he’s just said, but you think you’re about to pass out.

how can richie love you back?

you brush your teeth almost aggressively as your heart beats erratically in your chest and then you’re suddenly flying down the snowy road towards the tozier’s house.

you realize too late that you look completely awry, hair unbrushed, eyes puffy and swollen, shoes untied as you knock on the front door of richie's house.

went opens the door, richie’s younger sister sat on his hip as he smiles at you, "y/n! long time no see. richie's upstairs in his room."

you smile at him in thanks, too rushed to say anything to him or munch. then you’re all but sprinting up the stairs, only feeling the anxiety as you throw open the door to his bedroom. 

you're relieved that he's laying in his bed, surrounded by pillows and fluffy comforters as he jumps from the noise of your arrival.

when he sits up, neither of you say anything. his eyes are red and rimmed with tears, a heartbreaking sight as his lower lip trembles slightly. you're sure you look the same as you take a step towards his bed, your eyes not leaving each other's for a second.

he looks incredible, still. 

"y/n..." he whispers finally, his eyes wide. "did you get my message?" he says, lips tilting in a stupid, forced smile. his voice holds no humor in it's sad thickness, though, and you sigh as you look down to the carpet.

you shake your head, "can you not joke for a minute, rich?"

he laughs wetly, standing up fully and although he towers at 6'0, he looks so small. "i can try, doll, but then i'll start to cry a lot, and that's just not what anybody wants-"

"richie." you say, effectively ceasing his rambling. it's cold in his room, bright white from the snow outside, and silent. he looks at you with huge eyes and a red nose.

but you don't know what to say. you’ve spent so long wanting to be heather, but now you've found out that richie's loved you this whole time. it hurts, but you can't wait another second being away from richie. 

you launch yourself towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to your mouth.

this time, the kiss is warm, unexpected again but much more loving. it's a kiss that tastes like tears and love and trust, and all you can feel is richie as his hands find purchase on your cheek and back, pulling you so close to him that you can feel is rapid heartbeat.

he pulls back to mumble against your lips, "i'm so sorry." you shake your head, pressing another kiss to his and loving the feeling of richie against you finally. "i love you." you say, feeling his grin against your mouth.

"i love you so much." he says, pulling you lightly to fall onto his bed with him and tickling your sides.

you laugh lightly, swatting at his prodding fingers. "please stop crying." he whispers, laying above you with a small smile. you roll your eyes, "you stop crying rich." you retort, and he shakes his head, one of his tears falling onto your cheek. you jump from the feeling and wipe it away, sniffling a gasp and pulling him into a tight hug, his legs tangling with yours.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles. you cup his cheeks so his lips pucker out and you smile at him, whispering, “i forgive you, rich. i love you.” and then you place a soft kiss to his lips and he kisses you back enthusiastically.  he pulls back and hugs you again, burrowing himself in your neck. 

"i didn't think i'd ever get you." he says, muffled by his face in your shoulder. "thank you for trusting me. i love you so much." he kisses your collarbone lightly and your fingers play through his curls lightly as you smile, eyes closing. you're so tired.

"i love you more, richie."

you fall asleep with richie curled up beside you, his breath light on your chest and arms clutching you against him. you fall asleep with richie’s lips on your neck, his legs entangled with yours. 

you fall asleep contently, knowing that you no longer have to wish you were heather.

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