#yall pay no attention but still love speaking anyway!

[vanityangel]

The Tribal Chief raising his voice at Roman Reigns

[ssparksflyy]

piper mclean dating hcs !

pairing : piper mclean x gn!reader warnings : cursing ( whoops ! ) a/n : heart eyes for this girl I SWEARRRRR

piper mclean ily pls marry me

piper is SO sweet to you ♡♡

this girl LOVES to spoil you

we all know she's got MONEY because of her dad

and girlie just adores spending money on things she loves

( aka you )

piper doesn't care about the thousands of times you've told her that it really wasn't necessary, and she didn't have to get you anything

she'll do it anyway cause she knows you'll repay her with a kiss 😋

of course, piper'll buy you things that she knows you like or have had you eye on

but she'll also buy you things that'll remind you of her

allow me to explain

say, you don't like hello kitty / it just isn't something you pay attention to

( everybody moved on, i stayed there. page 5. annabeth's pov. mark of athena. "today she was dressed in tattered jeans, worn out sneakers, and a white tank top with pink hello kitty designs." dont play w me )

anyway, say you don't like hello kitty, piper'll still buy you like a tiny plushie or key chain that you can carry wherever, and it'll remind you of her

she also buys herself things that you like, so she can also get reminded of you !

speaking of buying things, piper has all of your favorite colors ( youre lying if you say you only have one ), favorite snacks, fast food orders, and alllll of your preferences down and memorized in her brain for whenever you go out together ♡♡

but just in case she also has them down on a small notepad she carries in her bag

piper is an addict.

what's she addicted to you may ask, kissing you

she's always peppering you face with quick little kisses

and then when she stops, she'll just stand there, leaning her cheek towards you cause she'd "very greatly appreciate it if you could return the favor"

at least she's honest !!

piper'll kiss you at the most random times

lets be real this girl does not give 2 fucks about pda, she's with her #1, got a problem with it?

so she'll just sneak up behind you, spin you around and peck your lips

she's so cute i love her

now

say you were a little nervous about dating piper, becauses yk, many children of aphrodite want their rite of passage, and she can charmspeak

piper will literally do anything it take for you to trust her completely

i don't think she'd exactly be hurt if you had your doubts in the beginning of your relationship, like, she gets it, but she'd still want to try and prove you can trust her as quickly as she cam

she'd literally never use her charmspeak on you unless she HAS to

like say you were gonna do something really stupid

despite your protests, saying that you'll be fine, and nothing will happen

she'll still give you a dead look and drag you away

she's js looking out for you ya know

piper's favorite "hobby" is spending time with you

if you tell her that's not a hobby she'll straight up pull out her claim evidence and reasoning

she loves cuddling in the aphrodite cabin, as a way to be like "HAH yall wish you could have thisss" to her jerk siblings *cough* DREW

piper likes trying different things, i feel like she'd be really crafty ngl

like she'll LOVE making matching frinedship bracelets for you

and im talking like NICE ones like she's got soo many beads omg

she was for sure one of those kids who started a buisness in elementary school

( as if she wasnt already rich )

she'd be so excited to make some with you

and ofc she'll want to teach u how to make fancy wavy ones yk

her love language is definitely quality time fight me

in summary, if ur looking for a hot, adorable, trustworthy, affectionate, caring, sweet, spoils u, mrs. treat ! you ! right! , piper's the one for youuuuu !!

a/n pt. 2 : hii! hope u enjoyed this but omg i feel like its kinda short and all i did was ramble abt random stuff in this one ahhh srry

thats all for now! wishing u a wonderful day / night !

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could you do the TADC cast x reader with a really heavy southern accent?

TADC cast x reader w/ a heavy southern accent!

hello i am back from my silly little lunch break i made a sandwich it was very yummy i need to find a new set of music to listen to while typing, as much as i love jack stauber i think im going to go insane if i hear baby hotline one more time... oddly enough not the first time that specific song has driven me nuts from being overplayed anyways idk side note idk what to do with gifs because i keep running out of TADC gifs and i got a reblog months back on a crp post that implies that gif makers get notified when you use their gifs?? is that true?? if so i am so so so sorry to the tadc gif makers TToTT also still gif related but i keep getting. jumpscared by butts n boobs anytime i open the gif thing i cannot keep doing this!!!!

CAINE:

i think he would find it pretty, like, i dont know how to explain it! i think he would possibly mimic some of your speech mannerisms. probably gives you a cowboy hat. i dont know what it is but i think southern accents, at least from what ive seen, is one of the most romanticized of american accents... maybe its the whole rugged cowboy thing thats commonly associated with it. what im trying to say that i think caine would romanticize it the same way, thanks to him not really having the experience of going out and interacting with people from the south

he finds the accent pretty

POMNI:

i dont think she would really notice it unless she is really trying to pay attention to what you say. but maybe thats just self projection because i myself dont really notice other peoples accents unless its very prominent, or they say something that sounds so different to how im used to hearing things. i feel it would be the same with pomni, but i dont think she would treat you any differently! wish i had more ideas but pomni and gangle are particularly hard for me to write for some reason

RAGATHA:

honestly i like to hc that she grew up in a southern small town before getting stuck in the digital world, but of course she wouldnt remember it... perhaps she would feel some sense of familiarity around you anyways, even if she cant pin down why.. i think that would be nice... she likes listening to you talk

JAX:

writing these out of order, but i think jax would be similar to caine in the regard that he would tease some of your speaking mannerisms. "yaint! yall'd've!" stuff like that... which... i can be mad about because im from the south and the two examples are in my vocabulary... hes not really saying anything thats incorrect, at least in my case

probably asks why your digital form isnt a cowboy, shit eating grin on his face

KINGER:

thinks it sounds nice! for once i dont have any ideas for kinger, which sucks because i love kinger TToTT

your words probably rub off on him, i can see him probably picking up on some of your terms n slang

kinger saying yall isnt real he cant hurt you

kinger saying yall:

ZOOBLE:

similar to pomni they dont notice until theyre forced to notice.. no but imagine your accent becomes more pronounced when you get mad, you start saying more stereotypically southern stuff that people associate. probably does a double take if you say a rather insane variant of 'yall' but otherwise doesnt see much point in pointing it out

GANGLE:

absolutely loves hearing you talk, similar to ragatha! while ragatha clings onto your words thanks to unknown familiarity, gangle just thinks your voice sounds like and soothing, comforting! i dont know what it is but hearing someone trying to comfort you with a heavy southern accent as well as using casual terms of endearment (whether you see this as romantic or platonic is up to you!) in this soft tender voice just always hits different for me. maybe i am guilty of also romanticizing southern accents

[crushedgraham]

Would u do an Ashe x Widowmaker x fem! Reader (poly relationship) headcanons please? Reader is quite introverted 🤍

Also some smut headcanons too if that’s okay :)

Widowmaker x introverted fem Reader x Ashe

im still trying to figure out how to portray them :,) but i hope you like it!

prepare to be SPOILED.

theyre both loaded and will not hesitate to buy anything for you

oh you want something but youre too shy to ask? amélie can tell as soon as she looks at you, her eyes keenly observing you

typically amélie's the one accompanying you while shopping bc ashe is busy running the deadlock gang but she tries her best to join every now and then

she makes up for it by bringing you little trinkets from her heists that reminds her of you

it can vary from expensive jewelry to little figurines she thought you'd like

she'll clasp a gold necklace around your neck and kiss your cheek, murmuring a small "such a pretty girl"

they're trying to one up each other, every chance they get

who's the better shooter?

who's the better cook (ashe can only grill hotdogs and burgers and amélie can only make charcuterie boards but they try their best)?

who's the better kisser?

who can make you cum the fastest

they just want your praise and affection 🙁

speaking of which...they're N E E D Y.

you literally have to sleep in the middle so they each have easy access to you

when ashe gets jealous of amelie, her confident and "dominating" mask crumbles, leaving her needy and whiny

she'll kiss and nuzzle at your neck with her arms wrapped tightly around your waist "Darlin'...Pay attention to me"

when amélie gets jealous of ashe she gets petty and almost cat-like. she'll huff and pout while glaring at you and the cowgirl until you get the hint that she needs some loving too

i feel like ashe would love to show off her partners at events she holds for the deadlock gang

you dont like socializing too much? thats fine with her, she'll steal you away to a private nook in her expensive party room

ashe will sit you on her lap while she sips some whiskey and eyes you up and down

if you're feeling bold and decide to slip her hat off of her head and onto your own?

she'll go feral.

Cowboy hat rule is all im saying.

amélie will accompany the two of you sometimes to join in on the fun but opts out most of the times bc she thinks the rowdiness of the party's distasteful

you sitting on ashe's lap with your back pressed against her chest, her knees spreading your legs open for amélie who's kneeling with her head under your dress is a position you frequent a lot

ashe tops the most (she's so smug about it) but when amélie takes over? she crumbles.

sounds like a whiny mess as you watch and touch yourself to the scene of her getting her back absolutely blown out by amélie

i feel like one of their favorite positions would be amélie sitting on your face while ashe fucks you with her favorite strap

ANYWAYS

lets get back to some domestic hc's

ashe can definitely play the acoustic guitar and will softly play it while singing old country songs whenever it's a sleepless night or when someone gets a nightmare

she even learned the chords for some french lullabies for amélie to sing to

when you go out to eat and they get your order wrong but you're too shy to say anything, BABE THEY GOTCHU.

"she asked for no pickles 😠"

or if you just don't want to order in general? they'll happily do it!

if your social battery's running out or you're just feeling a little on edge/anxious at events they'll escort you outside for a break

the silence is comfortable and the comforting smell of their shared cigarette grounds you

after a long day yall will just turn on a movie of your choice and you'll lay in between them

ashe will most likely spoon you and amélie will lay on her side, facing you while tracing little patterns on your ribs or holding your hand

[sugawhaaa]

☆~Interrupting Fox~☆

Gaon X Reader

Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity.

Warnings~suggestive, Jiseok(dom!) Xfemale reader(sub!)

Genre~Spice

Word count:1,071

A/N: TODAY WAS XDINARY HEROES 3RD COMEBACK how did you guys like it? What are your fav song(s) and what do yall think of the music video 🤭 I personally love it and I'm happy with my first xh comeback 😋 anyways I've had this fanfic on my "to be posted list" for 2 months now and I thought it was about time I post it 😭 it's really not that good though.

The sound of popular tik tok audios and chatter filled your ears. The chatter coming from outside of Gaon's room and the audios coming from both of your phones. It had been a long day for Gaon and you had been drained from all the chores you had done today. (It was a lot of work maintaining cleanliness in a small dorm that 6 twenty year old men lived in.) So you two decided to simply sit next to each other, thigh to thigh aimlessly scrolling through social media together on his bed. There wasn't much talk between the two of you because quite frankly talking took too much energy despite it only being 7pm. Your head eventually rested on his boney shoulder, as you continued to scroll through Instagram.

Then you felt a sudden warm sensation on your thigh. When you shifted your gaze down to your legs you found a familiar hand around your thigh and slightly dipped underneath your pajama shorts. You found this action made the butterflies in your stomach go mad! But you decided to ignore it (for now) not much else happened before he started rubbing his hand against your thigh, back and forth and everytime he went farther towards the inside of your thigh. You couldn't decipher if he was needy or he simply wasn't paying attention and was unintentionally going farther and farther in between your legs. Eventually he went so high up that it caused you to jump and quickly shut your legs with a little squeaky escaping your lips.

Gaon gave you a startled yet concerned look "Oh sorry, did I go too far?" He stuttered giving you that big doe eyed look of concern.

"Oh no no it's fine you just startled me" I awkwardly chuckled. He asked the same question a few times to be sure you were okay with him continuing his handy work. Eventually he pulled you onto his lap by your thigh, setting both of your thighs around him. Staring up at you fondly, his hands slowly move from your thighs to your waist, and up to your hair. His hands gently playing with the hair from behind your head. He kept his eyes on you, looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the world. Your hands gently rested on his shoulders before you leaned in for a small hug.

"I love you so much" he laughed returning the hug

"I love you more" you hummed

"Well I love you, most of all!" He started giggling as he tickled your sides causing you to laugh uncontrollably and squirm around. Through all the commotion you find yourself atop of him. Your hands on either side of his head, you were laughing and still trying to catch your breath. But when you opened your eyes to the sight below you, the thoughts that filled your mind were unhinged. 

Gaon's hair a mess around his head, cheeks tinted pink with blush, eyes slightly watered from laughing, his mouth hung open and eyes wide, filled with admiration for the view above. You both just stared at each other in awe, not a word to be spoken. You didn't know what to say. Just as you were about to speak Gaon lifted his hand up to your face, gently tucking your hair out of your face. He softly moved his hand to your cheek, and pulled your face towards his. He then passionately kissed you on the lips. His action caught you by surprise but you carried out his motions. Your hands traveled down his chest down to the waistband of his sweatpants. 

You dipped your thumb under the waistband releasing a rewarding sound from Gaon. He slightly pulled back from your hands. But your goal wasn't met yet. He moved up a bit to sit up just a little more on the bed. You moved your hands to focus from his waistband,up his shirt, to his abdomen. You weren't even doing much at this point, basically just making physical contact with him but he was so vocal. Sometimes you forget how sensitive he is to the touch. 

The more you explored the closer he got to you. It had been a long while since he had broken the kiss and his face was now buried in your neck, along with his arms wrapped around your neck. Every once and a while when you caught him by surprise he'd grab a little fist full of hair. He didn't really pull it but it was just a reflex at this point to grab your hair. Sure the sounds he was making were quiet but since you could feel each of his hot breaths on your neck he didn't sound too quiet to you. 

Eventually you both got too impatient and after getting a few whispery whiney "please" from him you traced your fingers along the line of his waistband again. You hooked your fingers around it and you could feel Jiseok get tense. 

"Relax" you calmly whispered making Gaon shiver. You felt him take a deep breath releasing the warm air from his mouth. You felt his whole body relax with it, he lifted his head out of your neck a bit so you could see his face better. "Good boy~" you cooed and his reaction was priceless. His cheeks instantly turned beet red and he looked down. He then shoved his head back into your neck. You chuckled lightly "do you like when I call you that?" You spoke softly, you could feel him nod his head in response 

"I do" he mumbled

"I'm going to need you to raise your voice. I can't quite hear you baby" you smiled with an evil plan. He raised his head and spoke louder and clearer

"I really do!-" you then slipped your hand down his pants causing him to moan loudly enough for the other members to very clearly hear. 

Of course just then the door opened wide open. A lively Seungmin standing in the doorway. Your jaw dropped to the floor. Jiseok looked at Seungmin with hot red cheeks.

"Hey do you- OH MY GOD" He freaked out when he connected the dots "I'm sorry!" He said slamming the door and running away

You and Gaon just laughed, putting a pause on your current situation because it was just awkward now because of the interruption.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

✟ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈, 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

✟ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𓂅 ✧ tokyo revengers boys kissing their boyfriend for the first time + finding out they like boys

𝐜𝐰 — some suggestive themes. biting (kokonoi!). more tooth rotting fluff.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ yup, more gay hc’s bc im gay and i do what i want on this acc AHA— but anyways, yall wanted a pt 2 thanks to the poll i posted a long while ago. sorry for the delay, life got busy and i’ll probably have slower updates for now. enjoy! 🤍

𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀

gay panic

poor baby is weak around pretty boys!

always had eyes on you ever since you accidentally bumped into him trying to find the bathroom.

you were a good friend of yuzuha, so it’s no surprise you’d see hakkai a lot.

every time she’d invite you over to study, hakkai would have to lock himself in his room. so you wouldn’t see his beat red face.

despite that, you curiosity got the better of you.

you’d start to pay more attention to the blue haired boy, looking his way and smiling at him innocently.

you cannot lie, you love the way he practically melt when you look at him. hiding his face to avoid embarrassment, but only drawing you closer.

the gap between you two would close however, when one night, yuzuha would run out to grab some snacks. it was only you and hakkai sitting the the living room.

despite the effort, you two couldn’t ignore one another forever. one thing lead to another, and suddenly, you were talking to him.

maybe the topic of crushes comes up? to your surprise, hakkai revealed that he never had a romantic partner. sure, he did have a few crushes, mitsuya being one of them. however, he could never muster up the courage to say anything.

the both of you knew what the other was trying to say, there was no point in hiding it anymore. not with hakkai’s pink cheeks and your flushed face.

“you like me, don’t you?” you’d asked an already flustered hakkai.

there’s was no point in denying it anymore, he could only utter the word “yes.”

moving your face closer to his, you hear his breath hitch and his cheeks grow beat red. awaiting your lips to make contact with his.

it wasn’t anything intense, a quick peck that becomes a smooch when you grabbed his face and presses it closer to yours. his face was hot against your hands.

it only lasted a couple seconds, before you pulled away, meeting a flustered hakkai.

“c-can you do that again?”

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

absolute heartthrob!

it’s no surprise that a couple guys would end up crushing hard on him, including you.

after passing by his club a couple times, you couldn’t help but peer in. curious to see why mitsuya was so popular with the girls. safe to say, you got your answer.

you also decided to join the club, despite you never touching a sewing machine in your life.

despite constantly pricking your fingers, messing up a couple threads, mitsuya never once lost patience with you.

your heart flutters every time mitsuya speaks with you, whether he helps you with the sewing machine or small talk, hearing his voice only made you fall deeper in love with him.

so it's no surprise when one afternoon, you decided to shoot your shot at the club leader.

it was only you and him alone in the clubroom, since you stayed over to help him clean up.

however, as the time to leave inches closer and closer, you still couldn't spit it out. your mind became a train of thoughts that discouraged you from confessing.

you feared the thousands of possibilities of your confession going wrong, maybe he isn't into guys? does he only see you as a friend?

just when mitsuya was about to leave, you quickly stopped him before he could walk through the door.

impulsively, and messily, you finally told him the truth through stutters and shake hands. your face grew hotter and hotter from embarrassment.

shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the rejection, when you felt a soft hand touch yours. looking up, you practically jumped when mitsuya's was near yours.

you froze when his lips touched yours, it was gentle and sweet. the taste of berry chapstick kissed your tongue, as you loose yourself to him.

pulling away, you could barely look at him in the eye. this is not how you'd get your answer, then again, you weren't complaining.

"wanna walk home with me, love?"

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

my favorite bisexual ♥

you didn't pull him, he pulled you!

a couple of flirtatious remarks and even more flirtatious texts was enough to sweep you off your feet and into his arms.

but even then, you have yet to give him your first kiss.

it's a bit laughable, but poor you couldn't even look at koko without getting ridiculously flustered.

however, koko enjoyed having such a shy boyfriend.

as much as you try, he knows you'll never initiate a kiss. no matter how much you claim to or would want to "prove it", Koko can already imagined you melting into a puddle.

your first kiss with him would be a surprise.

the both of you are on one of your typical dated, ending with a simple walk through the park.

while he was talking, you were barely listening on what he was saying as you kept staring at his lips. the urge to just give them a quick peck almost took over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“hey, are you even listening?”

koko snapped you out of your trance, now his whole body is facing yours.

gazing into those eyes of his made you want to scream, trying to find a way to break it without it getting awkward.

“why the red face? i know you wanna kiss me love.”

your heart was pounding at this point. he was right, you did want to steal a kiss from him. but how could you?

cold fingertips touched your warm cheeks, which only got hotter as he rested his palms on them. your mind was running in circles at that point. the only thing you could do is shut your eyes as your boyfriend finally did the very thing you couldn't do.

what you didn't expect was a a bite to the earlobe, forcing a yelp out of you and clinging onto his shoulders.

beyond flustered to even look at him, he could only laugh at your reaction. something he both expected and enjoyed.

"what's the matter? shy?"

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

scary boyfriend who loves you!

despite all your doubts, you somehow managed to score a date with inui. boy oh boy, did that man flick a switch in you.

similar to kokonoi, you have yet to steal your first kiss with him despite dating for a good two years now.

only difference is, inui is the shy one!

attempts to kiss him ends with his hand over your lips, all while he tries to hide his flustered face and reddened cheeks.

of course, that never stopped you. it surely didn’t on the night of a certain date.

sitting in the car after spending the evening at a diner, you two were just talking, occasionally staring into one another before one of you got too shy.

suddenly an idea came over your head.

maybe you two are doing a at home date, snuggling and watching a movie. inui loves physical affection, so it’s natural for him to be a cuddle bug!

at one point, you snuggle extra close to him. maybe plant a little kiss on his shoulder.

he notices, a pink hue begins to form on his cheeks. you would keep going, kissing his shoulder up to his cheek. till he turned his head around, and you stole the opportunity.

the kiss was sudden, until inui succumbed to it.

it was slow and passionate, with you resting your hands on his shoulders to calm his tense nerves.

pulling away, inui was more flustered then before. however, he cracked a small smile before looking down at your hands that were now holding his.

“that was…better then i could imagine. 🤍”

[bountycancelled]

Liar! I 14. yn and beomgyu, stop being dumb.

the rest of the afternoon was filled with cheesy kdramas, smores and the occasional apology from niki to yn.

he gently laid his head in her lap, staring up at her with the most convincing puppy dog eyes he could manage.

"I'm really really sorry yn, it was a trauma response."

yn peered down at him, trying to speak through her laughter. "niki, I'm not upset at you, I promise. and do you know what a trauma response is?"

niki tapped his chin in thought, and shook his head after a few seconds.

"I'm still sorry though, but I'm glad that I made you laugh, if anything." yn nodded, lightly petting the younger boys hair as she turned her attention back to the tv.

the kdrama playing on the screen seemed to be interesting, seeing as it had captured the attention of all of her friends (besides niki, who had fallen into a deep sleep in her lap) but yn couldn't pay it any mind, more matter how hard she tried.

ryujin lightly put a hand on top of her head, turning yns head to face her. "you doing okay? still don't want me to go beat beomgyu up so severely that not even yeonjun can recognise him?"

yn stiffled a laugh and spoke softly. "no beomgyu beatings will be permitted. and I'm okay, I promise. I completely understand where beomgyu was coming from when he ended things. I mean, who would want to be stuck in a virtually useless fake relationship with someone you don't actually like?"

ryujin moved her hand to cup yns cheek, and yn subconsciously leaned into her touch. "alright alright, I'll let it go for now, but if you change your mind-"

"not going to happen ryujin, but the offer is greatly appreciated." yn said as she leaned her head onto ryujins shoulder, making sure not to wake niki up.

even though she was asked to let the issue rest, ryujin couldn't seem to shake the feeling that yn was misinformed. she was no expert on romantic feelings, but if there's one thing she knew, it's that beomgyu was an extremely shitty actor.

the way beomgyu looked at her, was absolutely nauseating to say the least, but something about the obscene amount of stars in his eyes looked, not fake, to her at least.

ryujin looked over to yn, who was thankfully sound asleep on her shoulder. she sighed and signalled both yeji and jake to look at their phones.

'if those two idiots aren't going to fix this mess themselves, I'm just going to fix it for them.'

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a/n: sorry for being two days late, I'm still trying to get used to my new uploading schedule.

but anyways, I hope yall liked this, because liar is about to end guys!

it's been a blast writing this and seeing people actually enjoy it has made this so fulfilling, I love yall<333

[ne0spac3-g0v3rnmen7]

flight of the crows #2

(a/n: if yall dont enjoy the tumblr format I also have this uploaded on wattpad, fanfiction.net, and ao3, links here:

PigInHeels (@piggyinheels) - Wattpad

piginheels | FanFiction

piginheels | Archive of Our Own

anyways enjoy in whatever format you love <3 )

PHILZA PERSPECTIVE

Phil had been called by Wilbur, something along the lines of a rebellion against the government, and gaining back what used to be his.

He doesn't remember the details about it, but he does remember saying he'll help him, and directions.

Tonight there's a beautiful sunset, one that you'd see in the movies.

Flying above what he assumes is Dream SMP territory he spots what he assumes is a person laying on the ground.

Phil glides downwards to see if that person is okay, and to his surprise it's Technoblade, bleeding from the stomach.

"oh my god." Phil had expressed while picking Technoblade up and checking out the wound. Phil picks up Technoblade and flies off, looking for Pogtopia, or at least somebody who will help.

-

Phil was at Pogtopia's door and mined through it with his netherite pickaxe, and rushed into the cavern.

Wilbur walked in from a door on the right, almost as if it had been planned. "Oh, hello Phil, you showed up early."

"Will, Will, do you have any antibiotics? Bandages?" Philza said frantically.

"Yes, about three rooms down on the left." He pointed behind him, and Phil rushed across the stone floor.

-

TECHNOBLADE PERSPECTIVE

Technoblade had woken up lying on what used to be his bed covered in bandages across his stomach and arm.

He pushed himself to the side of the bed scanning the room for the door, which he cannot find.

"Fucking Wilbur, doing this shit again," Technoblade stated, his words laced with an agitated tone.

Wilbur was always jealous that Phil cared about him more. Always has been trying to get Techno into hot water so Phil would pay more attention to his 'good son'.

He got up and off the bed and strolled over to where the door used to be. "I don't think I have a pickaxe on me and using my hands just sounds like a waste of time."

Dragging his hand against the stone wall, he walked around to his bed and got back in. "Nothing else to do, and sleeping is better than nothing."

-

WILBUR PERSPECTIVE

With Techno away (for now), and Phil having all his attention on me for once, I've been living the dream.

Phil always had his attention on that fucking bitch and not his own biological son.

All he has to do is distract Phil for now, and maybe he'll forget for an hour or two.

"Welcome to Pogtopia, the headquarters of the revolution against Manburg."

Wilbur put his hand in the air, vaguely pointing at the entire cavern. The lanterns are glowing brighter than ever, unmined iron shining in the light.

"So, what happened while you've been here? I swear you had a country or something along the lines of that."

-

Wilbur spun around, staring Phil in the eye. "It's gone. Schlatt won. But that doesn't matter," Wilbur spun back around and started walking onwards.

"We'll have it back in no time!" Wilbur turned his head towards Phil, still walking forwards.

"So, how's Tommy been? Haven't seen him today."

"Oh, Tommy? He's fine, I think. He said a few hours ago he went out to build some cobblestone towers and generally just mess around."

"Ah, that makes sense. I swear I saw a tower on my way here. So how's Techno been? Aside from what happened earlier of course."

Wilbur stopped in his tracks for a quick second, then continued walking along as if nothing happened.

"Techno? He's been fine." Wilbur stated, with emphasis on 'fine'.

"Oh, that's nice. Speaking about Techno, we should probably check on him."

Fuck.

-

Wilbur spun around gracefully trying to pretend he's fine.

"Fantastic idea!" Wilbur kept scanning the room nervously, trying to come up with an excuse that will work, or at least work for a while.

"Wait... Wasn't it right there?" Wilbur needed to think of something quick.

"Oh, hah. He must've locked himself in... Again. Yeah, he does this sometimes, not something to worry about!"

Wilbur tried to calm himself down to get his sentences to come out more clear and concise.

-

TECHNOBLADE PERSPECTIVE

Technoblade was laying in bed, paying attention to his surroundings while trying to sleep to pass the time.

He could faintly hear Phil and Wilbur talking, and he's glad that Wilbur is distracted.

He closed his eyes and rolled to the side.

The talking got closer, or at least Phil talking got closer.

-

WILBUR PERSPECTIVE

"I'll check on him, see how he's doing."

Wilbur hopes that Technoblade says nothing, and regrets what he did earlier. Or, at least regrets stabbing him today.

Wilbur never really regrets stabbing him, but regrets doing it today. Now he has to face the consequences.

Phil mines through a block with his pickaxe. "Techno, are you awake?"

Now seems like a good time to bail out. Wilbur stares blankly at the stone wall, waiting for Phil to be distracted for an effortless escape.

-

Slowly and steadily backing out of the room and the conversation WIlbur regrets what he's done.

Walking on over to the entrance (and exit) of the cavern, he looks behind him checking if anybody saw.

Amazingly, it seems nobody heard or saw him, like the usual.

-

Strolling along the moist grass, Wilbur scans the area for a place where he can hide, but in plain sight.

Maybe a tree, or a hillside?

Wilbur settled on top of the hill where Pogtopia was. In plain sight, and hidden. Exactly what he wanted.

He laid his back against the ground, getting his trenchcoat all soggy.

It was a beautiful night, one like no other.

Focusing on the stars rather than his mistakes, he felt calm again.

-

PHILZA PERSPECTIVE

"Techno, are you awake?" Phil stuck his head through the hole, looking at the room.

Techno was laying on the bed, motionless.

Phil mined through the stone blocking his path and walks into the near-empty room.

"Techno?" Phil repeated his name, assuming he'd get a different response, which he didn't, of course.

He walked up to the sleeping man's bed and stood there.

"Techno, are you awake?"

Phil was determined to get a response, forgetting that on most occasions you can't have a conversation with an unconscious person.

Techno had shuffled in the bed a bit, being woken up by Phil's attempts to get a response.

"well, now I am." Technoblade had whispered responding to Phil.

"Sorry, mate. Didn't know if you were awake or not."

Phil looked around the room for a chair, spinning while doing so.

"Is this your room?"

"yes, why do you ask?" Technoblade responded with, still whispering.

"Seems kind of empty. You're the last person I expect to have such a barren room."

Phil sat down on the cold stone floor.

"So, what exactly happened?"

Techno was confused, or at least, appeared to be. "What do you mean?

"You know, being stabbed and such?"

"Oh..."

~flashback~

"Hello, Technoblade," Wilbur said, standing in the shadows.

"What?"

"I said hello, Technoblade,"

"Oh, that makes sense."

Wilbur stepped out of the shadows enough for his torso to be more visible. "You know, you've done such great work for this revolution, and I appreciate you for that."

Technoblade was confused. "Thanks, I guess. Why are you bringing that up right now?"

"No reason. Isn't it normal to, you know... Compliment people from time to time?"

Something was off. But Technoblade wasn't sure what. "I guess."

"But I do have a request for you, hope it isn't too big of a deal."

-

"So, what's the request exactly?"

"May I borrow a few things? Your sword and ax to be a bit more specific."

"What do you need them for, exactly?"

Wilbur chuckled a bit. "Classic Technoblade, always trying to get the specifics. It's not that important, why ask about it?"

"You sure you need them?"

"Why would I not be sure?"

"Okay," Technoblade searched through his inventory and pulled out the wanted tools.

Technoblade handed them over to Wilbur suspiciously.

"So I'll just be on my way then." Wilbur put a hand on Technoblade's shoulder.

"No, no, you don't have to leave."

Technoblade turned his head around looking at Wilbur "Huh?"

"You fucking bitch." Wilbur's grip on Technoblade's shoulder tightened.

Technoblade was expecting something like this, but also confused.

-

"You know, you were always the favorite."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Phil brought you into our home and chose you over his own fucking son."

Technoblade backed up a bit in an attempt to get farther away from Wilbur. "I didn't want to be the favorite?"

"You even admit to it." Technoblade messed up when he said that.

-

Wilbur threw Technoblade onto the ground, Technoblade unsure what to do in this situation sat still on the ground.

"Why are you doing this?!" Technoblade exclaimed, generally confused on why he resulted to violence so quickly.

"You wouldn't understand you spoiled motherfucker." Wilbur pulled out Technoblade's ax.

Technoblade pulled out his pickaxe and pushed himself up with it. "Are you insane?!"

Technoblade held the pickaxe in front of him, waiting for the worst.

Wilbur just stood there, staring at him.

-

"Wilbur?" Technoblade spoke.

Wilbur didn't move at all, still staring blankly at Technoblade.

Maybe he should make a run for it.

Technoblade slowly moved to the right before speeding up to get to sprinting at full speed.

Running through the hall, he could hear another pair of footsteps follow behind him.

He kept running before Wilbur cut him off and stabbed him directly in the torso.

Technoblade fell to the ground, the sword detaching from his chest by Wilbur pulling it out.

Technoblade put a hand over the wound, and the other over his mouth.

Wilbur loomed over Technoblade with the same blank stare he had earlier.

-

Wilbur walked off into the distance, most likely to clean off the blood on Technoblade's sword.

Technoblade pulled himself up and off the floor, out the door where he was going to go in the first place.

He looked up at the beautiful sunset.

How magnificent. If he's going to die tonight, he'll at least die somewhat happy.

Before passing out from blood loss, the last thing he saw was a giant bird, or at least what he assumed was a bird.

~end of flashback~

"Oh... Wilbur just, accidentally... Accidentally stabbed me when we were training."

Technoblade didn't want to get Wilbur into any more trouble, he genuinely felt bad for him.

"Wilbur stabbed you and left you there? I'll have a talk with him."

-

TECHNOBLADE PERSPECTIVE

Technoblade laid there not doing anything to stop Phil.

Hopefully, Phil doesn't do anything too damaging to Wilbur.

Technoblade moves so he's laying on his side and covers up more with his blanket.

-

WILBUR PERSPECTIVE

"Wilbur?" Phil walked out of the building, looking for the boy.

He flew up onto one of the trees and spotted Wilbur sleeping on the hill on top of Pogtopia.

Phil glided back down landing on the hill and sat down next to the boy.

"Wilbur?" Phil said once more.

He shook the man awake to have a conversation with him.

"Huh?" Wilbur shot awake and pushed his head up and off the grass.

"Will," Phil said, his tone laced with malice.

"Yes, Phil?" Wilbur replied, frightened of what might be the consequences of his actions.

"Now, I'm not saying you did this but did you stab Techno and leave him in the middle of a field?"

Wilbur was silent.

"Wilbur?" Phil said, asking him to reply without even asking.

"I didn't do anything!" Wilbur said "Technoblade's lying!"

"So, you're saying the man who's been stabbed is lying about the person who stabbed him?"

Wilbur took a deep breath before replying to Phil. "He's just trying to... Blame me so you'd pay more attention to him."

-

"Sure." Phil obviously wasn't believing him, so maybe he should throw in a moral conflict.

"Would you believe him or your own biological son? Never mind, I already know the answer, you'd always believe him over anyone else."

Wilbur forced a sigh and put his hands over his face.

"Will, you know that's not true."

"Well, it fuckin' seems like it is!"

Wilbur moved his legs closer to his chest.

Even though Wilbur really wasn't telling the truth, Phil does usually believe Technoblade over anybody else.

-

PHILZA PERSPECTIVE

Phil wasn't sure who was telling the truth anymore.

I mean, Wilbur could be telling the truth, but could also be lying.

Same with Techno, but would he lie?

Maybe he should believe Wilbur this time.

"Wilbur," Phil stopped for a second.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

He put his arms around Wilbur and pulled him into a hug.

-

-

PHILZA PERSPECTIVE

"Hey, Techno." Techno turned his head and looked at Phil "Would you like to go for a little walk around the forest?"

Techno pushed himself to the side of the bed. "Sure, why not?"

Techno slipped on his cape and walked on out the cavern's door with Phil at his side.

"So, how have you been? Must be tough living in a ravine."

"Not that hard actually, basically the same as living on the surface, just more hidden."

-

Walking through the forest, nobody was talking.

The only noise that filled the air was the crunching of leaves underneath the shoes of Phil and Techno, and the sounds of insects and lakes.

"So, Techno, what actually happened when you were stabbed."

"Did I not tell you?"

"You did, it's just that Will told me a rather different story."

"So you'd believe Wilbur over me?" Technoblade stood in his path.

Phil had also stopped. "I always believed you over anybody else."

Phil turned around to face Techno. "And why wouldn't I believe my own biological son over anybody else?"

"What?" Technoblade was confused. Believe the man who stabbed him over anybody else? That doesn't make sense.

"What do you mean by 'what'? Wilbur gave me a fair reason compared to that story you told me."

"What reason?" Technoblade

"I'm surprised you asked me, shouldn't you already know this?"

"I'm so confused."

"You know what? I don't have the time to argue with you tonight. We're going back to Pogtopia, I need my sleep."

"... okay."

-

TECHNOBLADE PERSPECTIVE

Phil was asleep in the guest room he prepared for him, and Technoblade was wide awake sitting in front of the fireplace.

The only people who were awake were Wilbur and Techno.

"Hey, Technoblade."

Technoblade turned around as fast as he could, and as he assumed, it was Wilbur. He knew he didn't like it when people said that.

"Hey, Wilbur..."

"What are you doing up at this time, Techno?"

"I could ask the same about you."

Technoblade turned back around.

"You know, if you were perhaps, murdered today, right here right now, how do you think the culprit would get away with it?"

Wilbur put his forearm on Technoblade's shoulders and leaned on him.

"You know, never mind actually I think I know the answer to that question."

"Well, isn't that ominous," Technoblade whispered to himself.

-

Wilbur and Techno held a perfectly fine, and not suggesting homicide conversation.

Until Wilbur had pulled out a small pocket knife and held it to his throat.

"WIlbur what the fuck?!"

Wilbur stood there emotionlessly still holding the knife to his throat. Technoblade remembers a situation similar to this.

-

-

Technoblade and Wilbur had been in this position for the past five minutes.

If Technoblade or Wilbur moves, something terrible will most likely happen.

The only way Techno would be able to get out of this loop is to hurt Wilbur or die trying, and he didn't feel like dying today.

-

Technoblade pulled a pickaxe out of his inventory trying not to move that much.

Until suddenly he swung the pickaxe into Wilbur's side, the impact knocking the both of them over.

Technoblade got up and looked at Wilbur who was curled up into a ball and could hear coughing.

Blood covered the white shirt Technoblade had always worn, staining it.

Technoblade already regrets that. He should have just waited until he was done.

Wilbur was losing blood fast. Technoblade searched through his inventory for a health potion, which he didn't have.

-

He helped Wilbur up, whispering apologies to Wilbur while doing so.

Wilbur coughed a bit. "I can stand on my own."

Technoblade let go of Wilbur.

He tried to drag Wilbur along his room where he knew some medication was, but he wouldn't move.

"Come on Wilbur, you're losing so much blood, oh my god."

He kept trying to move Wilbur until he pulled out his knife again and swung his knife swiftly and diagonally trying to hit Technoblade, which did tear up his shirt and gave him a small cut.

Wilbur threw himself onto Technoblade, knocking the both of them on the floor.

Technoblade was holding Wilbur off as best as he could, and got Wilbur off of on top of him, throwing him against the wall near them.

-

Technoblade was trying to lift himself off the ground, but Wilbur did it first and knocked him down.

Technoblade quickly pulled out his shovel from his inventory to defend himself and hit Wilbur in the ankles, which ended up making him almost fall over and drop his knife.

Technoblade swiped the knife off of the ground and pointed it at Wilbur.

"Wilbur, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Technoblade was breathing heavily, and Wilbur was just standing there, staring at him.

-

"Technoblade, can I ask you of one last favor?"

Technoblade stayed silent.

"Stab me Techno."

"No, I'm not going to stab you."

Wilbur took the knife from Technoblade's hand, the blade cutting into his fingers from grabbing the blade of the knife.

He twirled around the knife in his hands so he'd be holding the handle.

"Stab me or I'll do it myself."

"Wilbur..."

Technoblade wasn't sure what to do. He was stuck in a situation he could not escape.

Kill his own brother, or his brother kills himself?

"I can't do it. I'm sorry"

Wilbur looked down at Techno.

"Techno, make sure to watch Tommy while I'm gone, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. That's my last request for you."

Technoblade stared in horror at Wilbur as he stabbed himself multiple times as far as he could shove the knife.

Techno didn't feel like checking if he was dead. He just wanted to sit there and look at Wilbur.

Technoblade could hear footsteps come from near the front door, and talking.

He quickly got up and walked into his room, locking everyone out with stone for the first time.

Who could have been at the door?

He doesn't want to know.

He's tired.

[x-nephophile-x]

Look I see your thirsty tags and I love them.

Ardyn lives in my brain rent-free, and I am physically ill if I look at him too long. It's been four years. Y e a r s. This man shouldn't have the effect he has on me after four years but somehow, I am sitting here grinning like an idiot making heart eyes at my screen anytime he appears. S e n d h e l p! :D <3

[munamania]

saur. yk that post that’s like Im not procrastinating anymore i’m just straight up not working how did i do this formatting on accident omg hey guys lol

[technowoah]

Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- WILBUR X FEM! READER BLURB

PROMPTS!

50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

[Updated 3 hours after upload I messed up the prompts sorry yall now it fixed]

She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

[Read]

She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.

[dourpeep]

OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

[ground-riot-jack]

Buzzed

kei tsukishima x reader

authors note: uh enjoy pls cause i did :)) also this is mostly unedited so there’s prolly hella mistakes. happy thanksgiving thooo love you guys

not my gif!! also 18+ ONLYYYY

warnings: uh oh where to start// weed use. mentions of being high, NSFW, daddy link, choking, overstimulated, degradation, little bit of praise, thigh fucking, finger sucking :)))

summary: basically you’re high with tsukki and yall fuck but he’s a asshole dom

smoking with tsukishima was a blessing. You’d sit in the warm sun, passing back a blunt between you, talking and laughing through shallow coughs. Your favorite part was the aftermath. You’re both lazy and slightly high with no plans for the day. You’d both lay in bed spooning with a warm buzz on your body, ready to take a nap. Life was perfect in this moment.

You find something easy to watch on your TV, sound low and quiet, mixing with Tsukishimas breaths behind your ear.

You could tell your boyfriend wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep though. You could feel him grip your hips just a tad tighter and his hips lightly pushing against your backside, matching the speed of the feathery kisses Tsukki placed on the back of your neck and jaw.

Usually, you’d be able to hold yourself together and show some restraint, but you can’t help but clench your thighs, scooting forward slightly to escape the smal grinds.

“tsukki stop, m’tryna watch”

“fine, then watch”

You’d tried your best to continue watching and pay attention to whatever was currently playing but you were always distracted but a smooth deep thrust from Tsukki. You could feel his dick growing with every thrust, getting heavier and heavier on your ass and mind. Tsukki may be an asshole, but he certainly made up for it when y’all were pressed skin to skin. You can’t recall a single time your boyfriend let you leave his bedroom without shaky legs, he was just so good at using his dick. It didnt help that he was naturally blessed with a long cock, a slight curve that scraped out your insides every other night. It was so pretty you couldn’t help but think about it. all. the. time.

The jerk in your boyfriend took control and you heard him curse before hooking his thumbs into your pants and underwear, yanking them down as quickly as possible. You whine at the cool air now able to reach your most sensitive areas. You were still debating whether or not you wanted to beg Tsukkis forgiveness and have him fuck you, or let him wear himself out until you both fall asleep. You didn’t dare look back as you heard him push his sweats down his gorgeous thighs. You braced yourself for him to enter your cunt as you heard him spit into his hand and pump himself while he stared down at you. But as you feel him guiding his cock along your pussy, he slides over your clenching entrance and settles for the warmth of your squished and now slightly slick thighs.

Tsukishima wasted no time in setting a quick pace, with a thigh grip on your hip, he treated your soft thighs like his personal fleshlight. The more he thrusted, the more dampness collected between the two of you, so much so you could hear his dick being sucked into your thighs. You bit your lip to keep from whining when you felt his tip nudge your clit. Then it happened again, and again and repeatedly until all you could think about was Kei shoving your face into the mattress and rocking your world.

“want you daddy, please” you’d cry out, not being able to focus on the TV in front of you. You now fully focused on the fingers digging into your hips and the puffs of air leaving his mouth. Then you heard a low growl come from behind you.

“oh now you want me? you were just so focused on your little video. I’m taking care of myself since you didn’t wanna be a good obedient slut, so while i’m fucking your messy thighs you can sit and whine like a bitch in heat”

Kei always knew exactly what to say to get you whimpering and squirming on top of him, it was a special talent of his. Not only could his words turn you on beyond comprehension, they tuned you into exactly what he wanted you to be, his dirty slut. Your next words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Please daddy, need you to fuck me. I can feel your cock rubbing against me. please please daddy, you always fuck me so good, fuck me so deep every time daddy, wanna be your good slut, wanna make you cum” you’d cry out, pushing back against him and arching your back

Tsukki grips your jaw and twists your head to look at him, “do you even hear the slutty words coming out of your filthy mouth huh? begging for my cock like a desperate slut? you’re fucking addicted to this cock aren’t you?” he slams into you in one go, making you grip onto his arm. “pathetic, you’re so fucking needy for daddys cock in your cunt, you’re dripping”

He immediately sets a rough pace, his long fingers digging into your hips and jaw. He’s got you pulled against his chest real close and you can barely hear your own moans over Keis groans and your skin slapping and pussy squelching. It’s beautifully nasty and it’s making you lose your mind. You mentally searching for an anchor to ground yourself in the realm of existence the duck is just THAT good.

You turn your head mouth open and looking for the finger on your cheek, sucking on his middle finger to muffle your screams. It nearly send Tsukki over the edge and he roars lowly in your ear.

“What? My cock not enough slut? Need daddy to fill your other holes?” He laughs mockingly, shoving two fingers down your throat. He kisses your temple as you choke and gargle around his long slender fingers, his knuckles are pressing against the top of your throat and his finger tips are nearly down your trachea.

“...frease yathy...” you gargle around tsukkis fingers, you’re not even sure you fully understand what you’re saying.

“what’s that baby? speak up? cant understand you when you babble” He pulls his fingers out until nothing but the finger tips remains on your lips, spit hanging in strings around your mouth and drool byline at the corners.

“please daddy, feels so good, wanna cum” you all but sobbed

“my little slut wants to cum? alright baby, hold on” Tsukki growls, he wrapped his left arm around your torso while his other hand pushed your head away from him as leverage, slamming into you as hard and fast as he possibly can. You’re screaming and cumming and crying and shaking and it’s all so much but it’s soooo good and you think for a moment you’ll be able to catch your breathe as his thrusts slow down and he pulls out of you.

Then you’re being flipped on your back and tsukishimas dick is being slammed back into you at an angle, automatically hitting that spot that rips a screech from your throat and causing your village to blur.

“look at my baby, fucked so stupid she can’t even stop crying” Tsukki coos, licking at your tears and kissing the apple of your cheeks.

“Love you daddy” You whine in a voice that has tsukki sitting up, dragging your hips into his lap.

“awe is daddy’s cock all you can think about sweetheart? my dumb little slut, taking me so well like the fuck toy you are”

“Yea daddy, i’m your good fuck toy.” You babble drunkenly. Tsukishima absolutely Loved you like this, pretty eyes red and slightly puffy, you’re shedding tears but smiling. you’re so cock drunk you’d agree with nearly anything he said as long as he was the one saying it. Your body mostly limp except for the small shivers that run through.

“Yea baby? What else? Tell daddy how you like to be treated slut,” He pops a quick slap on your bouncing chest, causing you to jump. He wanted to see how far your take this.

“daddy’s cocksleeve, so deep, daddy’s good little slut....good slut....” You recount all your favorite insults your boyfriend spews at you while your fucking. Tsukki has never been quiet during sex, nearly as long as y’all have been having sex, he’s been spewing dirty insults at you.

At your confession, Tsukki fucks into you harder and faster, causing you to tense up. His tip is slamming into your cervix and you feel like your being split in half.

“S’too deep, too much daddy” you whine, hips bucking to gain some relief.

“It’s too much? Do you think I fucking care? You said it yourself baby, you’re my cocksleeve so i’m gonna fuck you until i’m done, i don’t care how many times you gush and cream around me, i’m gonna fuck you unconscious if i wanna.”

“Yes daddy, please” Tsukki doesn’t think you even know what he just said, but he smiles and grips your throat anyway.

“You didn’t lie did you slut? You said you were my good fuck toy, you know how I feel about lying sluts?” A growl tore through his chest as he continued fucking into your body.

“No daddy, i’m a good slut, your fuck toy. want your cum daddy” You cry. Tsukki loosens the grip on your throat to listen to your fucked out babbles.

He nearly loses his mind as he watches your much smaller hand move around until it grabs his own from your hip, licking his lips as you drag it to your lower belly, pushing his palm down.

“Want you to cum here daddy, can feel you” You look into tsukkis eyes and he nearly whines himself at the slutty yet happy look in your eyes. He pushed down more, feeling the tip of cock press against his own hand, groaning he shoved into you one last time, spilling his seed as deep into your body as he can,

“feel me in your tummy baby? good fucking girl, milking me dry. you want my babies don’t ya sweet girl?” Tsukki ruts into you to make sure you’ve got every last drop. He may be a mean dom but he’s always so sweet to you when he’s cumming, something about his orgasm makes him spread praise like it’s his job.

His orgasam suck one from you, causing you to squirt all over your boyfriends covered torso.

“look at this mess slut, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up this time, next time you’re getting punished” Tsukki speaks plainly, plopping a kiss in your forehead as he pulls out, heading to the bathroom to get some things to clean you with.

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Tues 6 Apr ‘21

In this day and age, even real journalists are struggling with what it means to report news when facts can so easily be falsified and truth is so slippery-- how much more so your humble fandom chronicler, with no access whatsoever to the players in our stories! Fandom in general is nothing but grasping at shadows on the Walls(tm) and trying to make sense of it all without ever being allowed to see the real events, and being very aware that not only that, everyone involved in telling the stories is actively trying to mislead us, usually in multiple wildly different directions (truly unfortunate for a fandom more terrified of uncertainty than any group of people I’ve ever come across). Add in technology that makes it near impossible to discern the real from the fake and well… you start to understand the appeal of NFTs I guess! Given a truly verifiable DM screenshot someone could probably get a good bidding war going am I right?! I personally would pay good money for yall to start blockchain verifying your damn receipts (HOW sad am I that this isn’t really how NFTs work, imagine if they were actually so useful!)

Luckily, in fact things pretty much always turn out to be way simpler than fandom makes them, and usually it’s possible to get to what’s most likely the truth eventually. In this case: that Louis DMed Jedward! (In almost every other case, of course, it’s that things have been faked, screen recording or no, so this is the exception to the rule.) Anyway today saw some dramatic debunking of a DM from Louis, but then that debunking was (less dramatically) itself debunked, meaning if you’re just coming on board now you’re WINNING cause the whole middle part could be totally skipped and we are now back to the beginning and all of that can be ignored. And thank god, trying to understand it as fake when it seemed (to me) so obviously real was doing my head in (see tortured opening monologue.) So, the series of events goes like so: Jedward got up early this morning and continued to tweet about the industry and Syco and 1D, growing increasingly hysterical (“Justice is gonna be served!”, “You can’t silence the truth! Nobody can drag me down!”...uhhh that’s a lot for 6 AM damn) and then, boom, dropped a pic of a DM... from Louis!! In it he writes (the night before) “you guys have lost the plot hahahahaha you must be high”, lolll. Why would they make up him saying that, why would a faked message not be like “yeah right on” or something?! I mean, is he wrong-- what ARE they doing?? ARE they high? What is their endgame, other than getting attention to promote their new music, in talking so much about 1D and Little Mix? Louis is, as usual, asking the real questions, and more importantly, without actually giving anything away or committing to anything. Additionally I wondered if he may have wanted to sort of disrupt the narrative that he unfollowed them because he supported their message and wanted more people to see it (which you have to admit is a, uh, counter-intuitive conclusion and not remotely the most obvious way to interpret an unfollow); he may in fact wish people would shut up about his business and let him handle it himself as he sees fit, as he’s indicated many times in the past in similar situations.

Some people are enthused about Jedward’s crusade though, and happy to speak publicly about it- Nicholas Liddle chimes in about some of their points to say “from a journalist AND publicist standpoint I can confirm this”, plus “Louis Tomlinson is one of the most sweetest, genuine, unproblematic artists...take it for what you will,” and “stream Walls,” aw. Singer Lily Allen congratulates Jedward on “being iconic” and says yes, she agrees with what they’re saying.

AND there are actual OTHER THINGS GOING ON: Liam for example!! He’s got a beautiful bushy mane of lion locks and he’s tweeting about NFTs, are he and Louis twinning or what?! Liam actually let a pap get a glimpse of him though, unlike SOOOME Louis’- he was photographed in a parking garage looking like he really wished he had a jacket. According to the pap captions he was outside a TV studio in London and “gearing up for his BAFTAS performance”. Well idk about all that but I do know that he was looking good! Additionally he posted “I’ve had my eye on NFTs for a minute now and love this new piece” and goes on to promote some animated digital art featuring his old collab buddy Zedd, and to say that he’s gotten a few pieces by the artist and “can’t wait to get more!” He shares a still from one that he bought from the same people (who have been doing tour visuals for years apparently).

And Niall’s back with the aesthetic pics! We got scenery, we got a studio pic, we got scrumptious desserts and stylish selfies and we got a PUPPY, hell yeah! Hitting ALL the insta bases there (well, he could show a little titty…? but other than that…) Oh yeah and did I mention-- tiny song snippets!! Nice. What’s he working up to I wonder? Something is coming I bet you!!

[writinglizards]

17 for the pining ask <3<3 love your writing btw

Ahhhh, thank you! I'm gonna be the first to say this is...probably not what was meant by "Pining in an arranged marriage" but this is the idea that presented itself, so I hope it works for you anyway!

Warnings: we're Big Sad tonight, yall. There is no happy ending.

"Do not disappoint us, Julian," his father growls as they stand ready to receive their guests--Jaskier's soon-to-be wife and her family. Viscount de Lettenhove might as well be asking him to remove his right hand for all the good the demand will do him.

Jaskier knows he's a sight--hair overly tousled from fingers run through it, eyes rimmed in red, cheeks splotchy. He's done a poor job concealing his crying fit, he knows.

Still, he stands at attention, hands clasped at his front as the woman and her family arrive and he is introduced to them, one by one. No one pays him any special attention beyond the initial greetings, even his bride-to-be and that's...that's fine. He doesn't want to marry the baron's daughter. He wants...

There's a warm hand on the small of his back, an improper touch his father would have a conniption about.

"Okay?" Geralt asks lowly, and Jaskier can only swallow and nod imperceptibly. He's not okay, but...what else is there, really? The hand presses a little more firmly, then retreats. He misses it immensely.

They migrate into the dining room, after introductions, and Jaskier is forced to sit at the table and socialize, much to his dismay. He had still harbored a tiny hope that he could sup in the guard's quarters with Geralt, as was his wont. Instead, he's here, being forced to listen to his father prattle on about shipments and investments while the baron boasts of their local grain harvest. Jaskier feels Geralt's presence behind him like a touch, although they are not close enough for that. He wishes, fervently, they were alone.

After dinner is more socializing, and Jaskier aches to escape. Thankfully, he is not expected to entertain his bride-to-be one-on-one as that would be indecent. She's...pretty to look at, he supposes, but she's not--she's not--

"Our Julian plays the lute," his mother cuts in excitedly in response to something the Baron or his wife must have said, and expectant eyes turn towards him. He wants to scream. Instead, he plasters on a smile plucks his lute from where it rests in the corner.

-----

He is finally dismissed sometime after midnight, and it's a good thing, too--his chest aches and he's been on the verge of tears again for at least the last hour--he'd caught Geralt's eye while playing and almost lost himself, had recovered only with much difficulty. And Geralt--

"Where would you like me tonight, my lord?" he asks, and Jaskier's heart clenches so hard he can't breathe.

In my bed, he thinks recklessly. He imagines sliding into Geralt's strong arms, imagines the way they might rise to circle him, to hold him close. I could do that. I could press into his arms, and--

But what would that accomplish, really? Even if Geralt is amiable--and there's no proof that he is--what does it change? Jaskier's still to be married in less than a week's time. How could it possibly be better to marry the girl knowing the taste of the one he wants most...and still unable to have him?

"My lord?" Geralt repeats softly, and Jaskier has to shake himself back into the present. There's a look of concern flickering in his eyes and it makes Jaskier's stomach roil makes him want.

"I would have you where you would wish to be tonight," he says after much delay. He knows Geralt hates standing guard at parties and dinners and would much rather have taken a watch on the wall, knows that he was only there tonight at Jaskier's request and insistence. It's only fair to release him for the evening.

"Wherever I wish?" he asks, voice strange, and Jaskier only nods again, unable to speak. He would give him the world, if only he would ask.

Geralt's silent for a time, gazing hard into Jaskier's face in a way that would be disconcerting if Jaskier did not know him as well as he did.

"I would be with my lord to keep him company, if he would grant it," he says finally, and something in Jaskier's chest gives way.

"Geralt." It's nearly a sob, and he can't help but throw himself forward into his arms anyway, welcome or no. Instead of pushing him away as he half expected, Geralt gathers him in tight, arms around his shoulders, and squeezes him close. Jaskier wants to crawl into his chest and live there, between the third and fourth rib, tucked up tight against his heart.

"I'm sorry, Jaskier," he murmurs softly into his hair, and Jaskier hates this, he hates it. He wishes he were of a lower rank, or Geralt of a higher one. he wishes he could tell him. He wishes he had a say. Instead, his love is a hopeless, delicate thing in his chest, already crushed. It had never had a chance, not like this.

"I'm sorry too," he chokes out, voice thick with tears, and it doesn't matter who sees them embrace in the hallway outside his room, doesn't matter who sees them enter together. It doesn't even matter when Geralt slips between the sheets with him, arms winding around his shoulders and tangling their legs together.

The words rise in his throat, but he swallows them down, sharp and painful. It's better, kinder, not to say. Nothing would come of them anyway.

[kiribaku-queen]

Could we please have an insecure!reader x Bokuto! (Also Todoroki x reader but separately if that’s okay?) where she starts to slowly starts to compare herself to all the fangirls and the girls that confess to them? So she slowly starts to distance herself, then meets up with then to break up. But when she says she wants to break up the boys are like “do you not love me anymore, what happened” then she basically goes on a spiel about how much better he would be with one the fangirls and just straight up says she looks like the trash but of course she still loves him. So then the boys reassure her that she’s the only one he wants and that she is perfect and blah blah blah and it’s just a nice happy ending basically :)

It’s Always Been You

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Angst, Fluff

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: I’M BACK! I’m starting to get back into the groove of things while juggling my work but hopefully, I’ll be able to start that new series soon! Let me tell yall, when I finished plotting out and detailing everything I want to happen in this series, it was 11 pages long.... like what?

Anyway, I love love loved this prompt. It actually made me feel sad inside. I hope it wasn’t too rushed. Also, I just wanted to do Bokuto since I have a lot on my plate, writing wise so i hope that is okay! Thank you to whoever sent this in and I hope you are satisfied with this! Happy reading! (if you want to know more about my next series, DM me! I really want to talk about it LOL)

“Kotarou-kun!” you bellowed your boyfriend’s name from the stands. You would always go to Bokuto’s volleyball practice whenever you could. You had your own club activities so you couldn’t always be there to cheer him on. But when you would, Bokuto would be jumping with joy, trying new moves just to impress you. You were already impressed with the achievements he made this past year, one being the top 5 spikers in all of Japan. But he somehow still thinks that there’s more wow factor in him for you. When Bokuto hears his name fall from your lips, he automatically whips his head and gives you the widest smile.

“(y/n)!” he sings your name, waving both hands in the air. Bokuto was so distracted by you that he didn’t see that ball coming straight for him. Luckily, it missed him but just a hair. But now his team was upset that they just lost a point thanks to him. Thank god this was just practice and not an actual game. You’d never live that one down. You could see Bokuto rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed, as his team continued to scold him to pay attention.

Spike after spike after spike after spike, you were amazing at how many times Bokuto could spike the ball down without getting tired. If that was you, you would surely break both your ankles. You leaned on the railing, admiring how hardworking and how much effort he put in his sport. You’ve never met anyone more dedicated than the man who was dominating the court by just standing there.

“This one’s for…” Bokuto starts as he jumps in the air with exceptional form. You smile fondly because you know what’s about to happen. “(Y/N)!!!” he dedicates his spike to you, yelling with his whole chest and smacks the ball on the other side of the court. With the widest smile and a big thumbs up, Bokuto faces you after his great feat. His teammates clearly embarrassed with his antics. It’s practice, for crying out loud. But Bokuto didn’t care what anyone else thought. He was going to shower you with love and affection to show everyone just who captured his heart.

You giggle to yourself. You loved this side of Bokuto. In the beginning of your relationship, you admit that it was embarrassing. He was just so extra with his affection that you didn’t know how to take it. But day by day, you learned to accept and love all the things he does for you. His smile, his laugh, his iconic ‘hey, hey, hey’ line, and even when he dedicates certain moves to you. But you weren’t the only one to admired him. No, his fangirls were also in love with that. Speaking of fangirls…

When practice was over, you made your way down the bleachers and over to your boyfriend, but when the team came into sight, Bokuto was already surrounded by a herd of fangirls.

“Bokuto-san, you were super cool today!”

“Can you show me how to play?”

“Are you thirsty? Here, I bought you some water!”

“Do you need a towel?”

“Can we feel your muscles?”

Bokuto looked uncomfortable, to say the least. You stayed behind the crowd of girls, giving him some space with his fans. He sees you immediately and gives you an apologetic look. You shake your head, insinuating that it was okay. Because it honestly was. You can’t be mad at him for having adoring fans. It was natural if he was going to play professionally. And this is nothing if he was to really play on a pro volleyball team. So you could take it. Bokuto continues to interact with the girls while to watch them, waiting until he’s ready to leave.

You could see him trying to make his way through the crowd to get to you, but surprisingly, his fans were pretty strong. They refused to let him leave, no matter how many times he said he had to go. But again, you were willing to be patient.

“Look, ladies. I’d love to stay and talk, but I have someone waiting on me,” Bokuto tried one more time and pointed in your direction. All their heads whipped around to you, not looking too happy. Their stares burned at you, scaring you a bit at how vicious they could look. With them distracted, Bokuto was able to slip out of their circle and by your side.

“Shall we go?” he looked down at you, love back in his eyes. You nod and Bokuto automatically wraps his hand around your shoulders, leading you out of the court.

As you pass by the group of girls who were still staring daggers at you, you heard their whispers. You weren’t sure if they were saying it on purpose or if it was because it was the truth, but they were speaking loud enough for you to overhear.

“What does he see in her?”

“Do you see her bare face? Does she not care that she looks homeless?”

“It’s because her face is bumpy, so if she wore makeup it would look cakey.”

“No, even if she did wear makeup, it would look so bad because she doesn’t know how to put it on.”

“God, she’s so boring!”

“Her hair isn’t even done.”

“It’s like she purposely trying be a loser.”

“And do you see how her rolls are spilling out of her shirt? Embarrassing!”

You tightened your grip on your skirt. Were they really talking about you? The entire time Bokuto was walking you home, you were looking down and thought about all those comments that they made. Mean as they were, maybe they were right? You didn’t wear any jewelry. It would only get in the way. You don’t do your hair, but you didn’t think it was that messy. You liked it the way it was. No, you don’t wear makeup. Not only do you not have time in the morning, but you only use it for special occasions. Fat? Maybe you were putting on a few pounds, but you and Bokuto like to eat. It’s his fault that you look bigger than normal. Is this what people think about you? Is this was people say behind your back? You looked down at your stomach and held it shyly. Thinking about those comments just made you upset. But did Bokuto think that way? You look up at him and he’s all happy like normal. He hasn’t said that you should change anything, but maybe that’s just him being polite. But that was going to change.

After dropping you off, you went straight to your room and dug up everything you could find: makeup, clothes, jewelry, accessories, curling iron, straightener. You put everything on your counter and got to work. You were going to look pretty for once.

First, you applied your makeup. Dramatic or subtle? What do most of the girls wear at school? After a quick search, subtle it is. You admit, you weren’t the best at makeup, but it’s not like you’ve never put it on before. You just needed a little practice and this was a good opportunity. After maybe 30 minutes of applying what you thought looked like good makeup skills, you moved onto the hair. You tried something that you normally never do. Up or down? Curly or straight? Extensions or nah? God, so many options. So again, you looked at what the other girls were doing. Looking back in the mirror, you smiled at yourself. Not too bad, if you do say so yourself! You were going to wake up early tomorrow and do exactly this. Bokuto was in for a big surprise.

A big surprise, he was. Bokuto waited outside your house like he did every day. You were running a little late but he didn’t mind waiting.

“Sorry I’m late. I was doing something real quick!” you announced and presented yourself in front of your boyfriend. As soon as Bokuto laid eyes on you, he felt his heart fly out of his chest and then back again because he had to be alive to see how stunning you looked. His mouth flew open but he couldn’t form any words. His eyes grew as wide as saucers and looked up and down. He didn’t want this picture of you out of his mind.

As shocked as Bokuto was, you didn’t take his reaction the right way. Did he not like it? Why wasn’t he saying anything? You know that your look might be different than normal, but he acts like you’re a totally different person. The longer that he stared at you, the more ridiculous you looked. But what were you going to do now? It was too late to change and you were going to be late to school.

“Let’s go!” you urged, hooking your arms together and pulled him along to walk with you. You acted like his reaction didn’t affect you, but inside you were disappointed.

As the day went on, you couldn’t help but feel subconscious about your new look. Your friends said that they loved the new you, but Bokuto’s opinion mattered the most to you. Because you knew that he would tell you the truth no matter what.

In between classes, you look either go to the bathroom or look at your phone, wherever there was a mirror so that you could look at yourself. Your make up started melting and fading away, your hair wasn’t as kept like this morning. Slowly, your new look made you look like a clown. And the more you looked, the more you started to see your flaws. Now you could understand what those girls were saying. Fuck.

Tears welled in your eyes that you rubbed away the tears. But in the process of doing that, you wiped off the makeup that you forgot you had on, the makeup that took you so long to do. It all smeared across your eyes and that made you cry even more. Now you were forced to take your makeup off. You turned on the tap and rubbed all the foundation, the eye shadow, the blush, and the lipstick away. There, your ugly bare face was back.

Since you were doing that, might as well fix your hair. Pulling your hair all the way back, you put it into a bun. You stared at yourself in the mirror again. Homeless. Ugly. Bare faced. Fat. You could see it all. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and you began to cry uncontrollably. God, you felt so embarrassed with yourself.

Bokuto immediately saw the difference in appearance when he saw you at the end of the day. Your shoulders were slouched over, your head was hung low, not to mention that your new look disappeared.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bokuto said softly. “What happened to your new look?”

“Oh,” you jolted up. His concerned gaze made you feel uncomfortable and even more insecure about your looks. “It was bothering me, so I took it off.” You lied. And it was a good lie because he believed it without a second thought.

“If it bothers you, maybe you shouldn’t wear it to school,” Bokuto suggested. Oh, so he’s basically saying that you shouldn’t dress like that because he’s embarrassed by you. Your confidence levels just reached a new low.

“Yeah, I probably won’t,” you say discouraged and quickly walk away from him. Bokuto didn’t know what to say. Why did you look so sad?

The next day, you transitioned back into your normal outfit. You felt more comfortable but your body and the way you looked to other people was always in the back of your mind. You became so distracted by the idea that you began to distance yourself from the volleyball player.

You went to his practices but didn’t make yourself known anymore. Little by little each day, you let the fangirls take over. So he’ll spend most of his time with them instead of you. It was probably better like that anyway. The more you looked at them from afar, the more you could see the difference between you guys. You were just an ordinary student with an ordinary life with ordinary looks. There really wasn’t anything special about you. There wasn’t anything about you that stood out. Compared to these girls that were flocking all around your boyfriend? Beautiful girls. Their looks were out of this world. You could never compare to them. So why was Bokuto with you when he could have anyone he wanted? He was popular, athletic, goofy, strong. Every girl’s dream guy. It doesn’t make sense that you, a plain girl, was his girlfriend. A match that probably wasn’t meant to be.

Bokuto noticed that you were being distant. Eventually, you stopped going to his practices. Every day, he would look for you in the stands but you were never there. Whenever he has free time and wanted to spend it with you, you were also too busy or had some place to be. He never saw you anymore. You didn’t even want to walk to and from school together. He couldn’t fathom what he did wrong. He thought he treated you well. He thought that he did his best to show you that you mean so much to him. So what was going on?

Bokuto stopped by your house one day after practice because does not like how you were avoiding him. He was going to figure out what was wrong whether you continue to avoid him or not.

“Oh, is (y/n) home?” Bokuto asked your mother who opened the door instead of you. Strange, were you not home yet?

“Oh, Kotarou. No, she isn’t home yet. Would you like to wait inside? She should be home any minute now,” your mother informed, opening the door a little wider to let him in. He gladly accepted and stepped into your welcoming home. Your mother let Bokuto make himself at home and that is just what he did. He went to your room and waited for you there.

When you arrived home, you greeted your mother with a kiss on her cheek and headed for your room when your mom stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, your boyfriend is waiting for you upstairs, dear,” your mother said. You completely froze. Your heart started to race and cold sweat ran down your back. Shit. What was he doing here? After all this time, you thought you were doing well by keeping your distance but now he shows up out of nowhere, catching you off guard. Reluctantly, you opened the door to your bedroom and sure enough, Bokuto was standing there not looking too happy.

“Kotarou,” you say but didn’t have a clue what to say after. What could you say?

“(y/n),” Bokuto sighs and walks to you. But you backup, making Bokuto frustrated. “What is going on with you? First, you don’t come to my practices. Then, you stop talking to me. You don’t even want to walk with me to school anymore. Did I do something wrong? Because if I did, just tell me so I can fix it.”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you admit, but now Bokuto was confused.

“If I didn’t do anything, then why are you acting like towards me? Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Did I say something that hurt your feelings?”

“No.” Question after question, you kept saying no. Everything that he thought he did, you answered no. You weren’t giving him any information to help him understand what was going on. All you did was stand by the door, head down and you fiddled with your fingers. Bokuto was beyond frustrated. He put his hands on his waist and let out a deep sigh.

You couldn’t see him but you could definitely hear him and feel the ambiance in the room. He was upset at you. He had every right to. But now his reaction made you feel even worse about yourself that you just wanted to cuddle up in bed and literally just forget about everything. Maybe today was the today.

“If you’re so frustrated, why don’t you just break up with me?” you opened your mouth to say. Silence.

All of Bokuto’s anger and frustration dissipated and was replaced with hurt and betrayal. The moment those words left your mouth, his stomach dropped and the pain in his heart hit him so deep that he had to take a step back.

“Baby, why are you saying that?” his voice softens in the most pained toned you’ve ever heard. Guilt starts to eat at you for saying that, but cat’s out of the bag now. You don’t answer him and continue to stare down at your feet. He gets closer and you allow him to take your hands in his.

“I’m just trying to understand. Why are avoiding me? Why are you saying that we should break up?” he asks, trying to look you in the eyes. You shrug your shoulders but don’t say anything. But that’s okay because Bokuto was going to give you all the time in the world that you need to answer back. And it took you a long while before you should say anything.

“It’s because… I think you can find someone better,” you mumble in a whisper.

“Why do you think that?” Bokuto matches your tone. You shrug again.

“I don’t know. I see all those girls around you. And they’re all so pretty and thin. I’m nothing compared to them. And then I started thinking, and… you’re way out of my league. You could do so much better if you were with someone like-”

“Do you love me?” Bokuto cuts you off.

“Yeah,” you answer anyway. “But I don’t think we look good as a couple.”

“I don’t care what other people think. I love you and only you. I picked you. Every practice, every game, I’m looking for you. Whenever I see you, my day brightens up. When I see you, I feel like I can play my best. You are my strength and my motivation. You are the only one that sticks out in a crowd full of people. You’re perfect and don’t let those other people tell you otherwise.” Bokuto lifts your chin up so that you could tell that he meant every word. Your lower lip forms a pout and silent tears streaked your cheeks. His face softens at you. Gosh, even when you’re crying and snot is coming out of your nose, you’re still so cute to him.

“You really mean it?” you cry.

“Yes, you cry baby. Now come here,” he scoops you up and lays you on the bed to cuddle. “So don’t you ever say that to me again, or I’ll quit volleyball.” He threatens. Upon hearing that, you freak out and convince that he shouldn’t. He’s laughing out loud and kisses you all over.

“Ah, I love you too much,” he says content and you cuddle for the rest of the evening.