#& even then only rlly enough to hold a conversation :')

[telvayns]

Hi just read your tags on a Terror post about Inuit languages and wanted to say they’re currently phoneticized using Canadian aboriginal syllabics: ᖃᓂᐅᔮᖅᐸᐃᑦ is how you’d write “qaniujaaqpait” which is the term for Inuktitut syllabics! The writing system is based on Cree syllabics. I find this stuff rly fascinating and recommend you check out the site tusaalanga.ca if you want more info!

thank you for the information - this is so cool!! here's the hyperlink to tusaalanga from anon for others!!

[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🍆 ̟ !! casual conversation between friends. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ғᴏʀ ɴᴜᴅᴇs ᴘᴛ. 𝟷

✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage ✿ ─ cw: smau!, extremely suggestive/borderline smut, aged-up!characters, college!AU, gn!reader, no pronouns, unestablished relationships/mutual pining, use of foul language, descriptions of genitalia, suggestive themes, you and chigiri are talking about npc college drama, proofread??? ✿ ─ notes: honestly the smau aspect was so hard cuz im a perfectionist and wanted read reciets and everything. all the apps for them suck. i managed :))) and i rlly hope you guys like it :)) feedback appreciated. i put chigiri's at the end cuz its so long. part 2 is here!!!!

ISAGI YOICHI...

your fingers fly across the keyboard to tell him that yes, you were very serious. isagi literally jumps out of bed to go shower and everything. he has been crushing on you since forever and god knows he’s not blowing this chance you’ve given him by sending a shitty picture. you get an image attachment 20 minutes later, yoichi standing in front of his foggy bathroom mirror, the phone in his hand covering half of his face. he’s barely out of the shower, hair dripping wet and towel hanging extremely loose around his hips. his other hand sits at the base of his dick, acting as both a size comparison and a way to draw your attention to it. it’s obviously of decent length as far as you could tell, but the girth. you cant even pretend your mouth doesn’t start watering at the sight.

ITOSHI RIN...

you don’t have time to feel all that bummed about it though, because within a few minutes you’re shocked to get a picture from rin, the camera facing downwards towards his legs. nothing would be all that out of the ordinary if it weren’t the obvious tent in his shorts. the fabric around his crotch looks stretched by his hard dick fighting against the confines of his soccer uniform. it’s not exactly what you asked for, but you can’t find it in you to complain, because it’s way more than you actually expected to get. your mind starts racing. he’s hard from just a few suggestive texts? that means one of two things. either he really is a virgin like you thought he’d be, and the littlest of acts gets him riled up. or he’s just that into you. both of those possibilities sounded like fun. and the idea of those possibilities made you greedy. enough to push your luck.

MIKAGE REO...

two pictures come in quickly and you laugh at the idea of him rushing to take these for you. he sends the first one, taken standing in front of the full length mirror in his boxers, dragging down the waist band of them so you can see the first few inches of his shaft, phone in front of his face. he’s perfectly clean shaven, zooming in closer, maybe he waxes it? you can’t help but be impressed by his attention to detail. it’s so reo that it makes you smile. second one is sitting down in some fancy looking suede armchair, underwear gone, cock in one hand while the other splays over the bottom half of his face, poorly covering the wide self-satisfied smirk. you assumed he set up his phone with a timer considering he wasn’t holding it. as you stare at it, the initial evaluating that everyone does when they receive a dick pic fades away, and you feel heat creep up your face. reo was really hot, and just this once you figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him you thought so.

CHIGIRI HYOMA...

you get through the stressful minutes waiting for his response by chewing on your nails. maybe you really just fucked it all up. but then, to your surprise, a photo loads in. its hyoma sitting on his bed in front of his mirror, his fingers buried in his hair to push it out of his face in possibly the sexiest way you’ve ever seen. his other hand holds his phone, his pretty face in full view with his gaze locked on the screen. your eyes can’t help but travel down to the only part of your crush you haven’t seen. and boy was it worth the wait. his dick curves up towards his abs and its a lot bigger than you expected. long and a perfectly pink tip. you bite your lip at the thought of it stretching you out, and then feel slightly guilty for thinking of him that way, as if you haven’t done it plenty of times during your so-called dry spell. if the whole soccer thing doesn’t work out, you’re sure he could be a pin up model. or maybe a greek god.

hyoma's got long again ;-; mb,,, but can you blame me??? i want to do a part two with at least nagi and bachira, but idk who else i want to include. open to suggestions ♡

© 2023 hyomaslut. please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content onto any other sites.

[hannieehaee]

hii!! i hope ure having a great day

i just wanted to request loser!scoups hehe I RLLY LOVED CHANS VERSION AND WAS HOPING TO SEE MORE 🫶🏻 anyways take your time to answer when ure free, thanku!

18+ / mdi

content: loser!seungcheol, afab reader, smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2686

part 1, part 2, part 3

a/n: hii thank u for requesting <33 i never considered loser!cheol before but ngl i loved writing it hehe i hope u enjoy <3

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despite popular belief, seungcheol was actually a bit of a loser.

okay, maybe his appearance didn't necessarily fit the bill (with his slicked back hair and bulging muscles), but everything else about choi seungcheol truly screamed loser.

even with a large group of fratboy friends, seungcheol was still the loser of the friend group, being the only one who had opted out of joining the frat and who spent every day and night studying rather than ever attending any of his friends' parties.

this was all by choice, he swears! seungcheol was just far too serious about his education to let anything become a distraction. and it had always been like this, even dating back all the way to middle school (jeonghan could vouch for this, having known him basically since diapers). due to this, seungcheol had always been kind of a black sheep in any and every social situation he ever found himself in. as a result, seungcheol ended up becoming shy, awkward, utterly embarrassing in social situations, and as jeonghan liked to put it, a 'virgin loser.'

even if seungcheol wanted to disagree with his friend, he knew he was right. here he was, twenty-one years of age and still a lonely virgin who had never even felt the touch of a woman's hand in his. he'd had opportunities before, set ups orchestrated by his friends, but he always managed to fuck them up. due to jeonghan's outgoing disposition, the girls he usually set him up with were set for a surprise upon meeting a his friend seungcheol, who could not even hold eye contact for more then twelve seconds (he counted).

except this year that would all change.

now in his senior year of college, seungcheol had an epiphany.

on the very first week of senior year, upon being assigned a new dorm-mate due to his previous one transfering, seungcheol finally saw a mirror of himself.

his new roommate was, for lack of a better term, a fucking loser (the term being courtesy of jeonghan once again). seungcheol had barely met the guy, yet he could not stand one more moment of conversation with him. not only was he a know-it-all who could only ever talk about academics, but he was maybe even more of a loser virgin than seungcheol was (at least that's what seungcheol was able to assess from the three separate occasions in which he walked in on his roommate watching porn in the common area of the dorm). his hygiene was terrible and his wide-rimmed glasses made him look like the typical nerd in every high school movie. everything about him was what seungcheol feared to one day become.

this one week of torture had been enough for seungcheol to finally take jeonghan up on his offer to join his frat and subsequently move into the frat house. granted, jeonghan had to break a few rules to allow a new pledge with zero obstacles in the way, but jeonghan was just charming enough to get away with it.

seungcheol had already spent the past 10+ years with perfect grades and pristine extra curriculars, so he figured that even if he completely flunked these last two semesters, he would still be a shoe-in for the masters program he'd been eyeing since arriving to university.

so now seungcheol was immersed in the frat lifestyle, though he still felt a bit out of place, which unfortunately for cheol, was something his good friend jeonghan noticed immediately. but this would only be a problem for a short while.

unbeknownst to seungcheol, jeonghan had orchestrated a plan for seungcheol's first frat party. it all started with giving seungcheol a bit of a new look. jeonghan insisted on throwing out most of cheol's 'nerdy clothes' (admittedly, he did dress like an old man at times), traded in his thick-rimmed glasses for some better fitting specs and lastly, gave cheol a trim to better frame his face. after all these changes, cheol felt more confident but still did not feel ready to attend one of the frat's well-known parties.

the decision was, however, taken for him, as he found himself in attendance to one just a few days later. also unknown to cheol was that jeonghan had been playing cupid once more, scouting to see which one of his closer girl-friends would be a good fit for his friend. and of course, his attention immediately fell on you.

jeonghan had only known you since the last semester of his junior year, in which the two of you had partnered up for a project that took up the entire fifteen weeks of instruction. the two of you hit it off pretty easily, but you hadn't quite caught his attention in a non-platonic way.

but you had caught someone else's.

although it had only been a fleeting moment, jeonghan caught onto every single look and action that had occurred the day in which seungcheol had accidentally interrupted a study session between the two of you.

he had easily noticed the blush in cheol's cheeks upon seeing you for the first time, along with the way he shyly checked you out when you weren't paying attention. what had surprised him the most, though, had been the way you checked out his friend as he went to leave the room. that had been enough for jeonghan to decide to play matchmaker between the two of you if the opportunity ever arose. and that was now.

getting the two of you alone was not difficult, but jeonghan knew better. he knew that sending the two of you into an empty room, completely blind to whatever he was planning was just a bad idea. so jeonghan decided that for the first time in his life, he would not scheme. he would simply set up the scene and leave the rest to you.

when jeonghan first came up to you a few days back and let you know about his friend's crush on you, you had been pleasantly surprised. what had shocked you the most, though, had been the revelation that jeonghan's cute friend was actually an inexperienced virgin. jeonghan told you to please not bring it up to cheol, but that he felt it was best you knew so you didnt feel caught off guard should you ever try to hit him up (which he knew you would). what jeonghan didnt realize was that this fact excited you more than you'd like to admit.

planting that seed was more than enough to get you looking for cheol in the empty room jeonghan had said he'd be in (okay, maybe he did scheme a little), prepared to deflower the pretty nerd you'd been thinking about every time you started to notice him sitting alone in the library every other day.

you had dressed to the nines, donning a red slip dress that gave you breathing room but still accentuated every part of your body you wished to stand out. ready and confident, you quietly opened the door to what you assumed to be jeonghan's room, knowing you'd find his pretty friend inside.

sitting alone on the bed, seemingly trying to psych himself up as he whispered affirmations to himself, the boy jumped back upon your unexpected intrusion, with his hears instantly turning red at realizing who you were.

you were jeonghan's pretty friend. the one seungcheol had had some unbecoming thoughts about immediately after seeing you in jeonghan's room last semester (and subsequently seeing you around campus as his eyes would unknowingly always search for you). and you looked .... fuck. and you were alone in han's room with him .... and you had closed the door right behind you .... and now you had walked all the way over to where he was sitting at the edge of the bed, not shocked at all to see him there ....

"hi," you smiled at him.

"h– hey."

"are you okay? how come you're here all alone?", you sat next to him on the bed, damning all boundaries, apparently.

"oh, i ... just a little nervous, i guess."

"yeah? of what?", despite the unexpectedness of the situation, you seemed genuinely interested, so seungcheol responded.

"it's, uh, my first party as a member of the frat."

"oh, really? i had no idea you were a member of the frat. that's pretty cool, seungcheol."

"you know my name?"

you scoot closer, smile still on your face, "yeah, of course i know your name. do you now mine?"

"oh, i, uh, yeah ..."

"okay, so we know each other. do you maybe want a friend to go out there with? maybe that would ease your nerves," your hand had somehow made its way to his thigh, now invading his personal space a bit. except he couldnt find it in himself to complain.

"t– that's fine, i, uh, i have han and– "

"but arent i better company?"

"y– you're ..."

"can i be honest with you, seungcheol?", you didnt wait for a response, "hannie told me that maybe you needed some help. that i could maybe help you out?"

"help? what type of help do you mean?"

you leaned in even closer, "do you want me to show you?"

"i ..."

"all you have to say is 'yes', cheollie ...", you breathed out now close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips.

he nodded and made an embarrassing noise of affirmation, completely giving up on speaking.

it was embarrassing how easily he let you turn him into a puddle, not even bothering to question how or why jeonghan orchestrated this situation. but that didnt matter as he finally felt the lips of a woman against his own – your lips; the lips of the girl he'd been crushing on from afar, jealous that maybe you'd become more than jeonghan's classmate. this was a clear declaration that his assertions had been incorrect.

seungcheol wasn't sure what to do with his hands (or with his tongue) as he kissed you. he felt you smile against his lips at his whimper, making feel that maybe you were making fun of him. when you pulled away, he feared that maybe he'd been right.

"cheollie, let me show you, yeah? just let me– yeah, like that", you positioned him in a way that would allow you to straddle him as you said this, wrapping his arms around your waist, "okay now let me show you how to kiss me, okay? just open your mouth a bit for me and let me teach you. then you can try it on me."

with that, you leaned into his open mouth, sticking your tongue inside as you played with his own, sucking on it and causing his eyes to roll back, another embarrassing moan leaving his lips.

"do you wanna try it now?", you asked as you pulled away.

he feared his voice would betray him, so he just nodded before leaning in.

seungcheol mimicked your previous actions, though his were a bit sloppier and more desperate. he whined at the way you sighed and pulled at his hair due to the way in which he suckled at your tongue and squeezed his fingers on your hips.

eventually you began to also kiss him back, making it a battle between your tongues all the while seungcheol tried to keep up.

suddenly your hips began to move against his own, making him groan in pleasure. after that, you leaned over him, causing the two of you to lay on the bed as you practically rode him through your clothes.

cheol couldnt help his cries of pleasure at feeling you press against his now swollen member. he didnt want the feeling to end, so he grabbed onto your hips and helped you in your movements, even grinding his own hips upwards to match you.

"cheollie ... do you want more? hmm? wanna feel what its like?", you purred against his ear while pulling off your dress, leaving you in a tiny bralette and thin panties.

"yes! fuck, please. i'll take whatever you wanna give me, just ..."

"shhh, it's okay. i'll give it to you, pretty. you dont have to beg. want you just as bad," you kissed him again before he could reply.

without him noticing, you had thrown off your bra, something which made him completely blank when you pulled away and began talking to him. none of your words made it through his head. he was far too busy looking at the pretty nude girl in front of him. he salivated at every inch of naked skin, wanting nothing more than to lick and kiss at every curve. out of all parts of your body, his eyes were glued to your tits. the fleeting thought of suffocating in them flew through his head, making him shudder.

"cheol?", you grabbed onto his chin and pointed his gaze towards your own, finally breaking him out of his trance.

you giggled at his confused face, causing him to sheepishly apologize for dozing off.

"it's okay, pretty. i'd be distracted too if i could get all these clothes off you ... that's what i was asking actually, can i?" your hands began to teasingly pull at his top, mangling it a bit so it could expose some skin.

his nod was all you needed to rip off his shirt and pull off his pants with urgency that had seungcheol blushing. after getting him fully naked, you threw off your panties and finally sat against him completely bare. the heat of your skin against his was enough to have him burying his face against your neck and begging you once more to please give it to him.

"shhh. i'll give it to you, pretty. i– i'll give you everything," and with that, you sank down on him, throwing your head back at the intrusion.

meanwhile seungcheol was completely gone. the warmth of your body against his had been one thing, but feeling your heat wrap around him was what truly did him in.

it's not like he had stayed a virgin by choice. he had tried to hit it off with many of the girls jeonghan set him up with, but none of them showed any care for him. they'd all expected him to step up and fuck them. even when he would try to shyly explain that he had never done anything sexual before, he'd just be met with scoffs or laughter. but you had walked him through it. you had complimented him and made him feel comfortable. you had made him see pleasure for the first time in his life.

although these thoughts swam through his head as you fucked yourself on his cock, seungcheol's mind was otherwise completely empty. all he could think about was how good you felt and how pretty you sounded as you threw your head back and pulled at his hair. you were just the embodiment of pleasure.

all cares and worries were gone from his brain until the moment in which he felt all his pleasure reach a peak.

he didn't want to be a fucking loser and cum so soon, but you just felt so fucking good, he couldnt help himself. he cried a warning out to you, to which you encouraged him to let go and told him you'd follow him soon.

his orgasm was something he never couldve imagined. but your own orgasm soon trampled that experience. your tightness as you let yourself go while still wrapped around him had him delirious with pleasure. without meaning to, his nails dug into the skin of your pretty hips as he lost consciousness for a few seconds.

unable to fully process it, he felt a sweet peck against his lips before feeling you cuddle against him. he didnt have to think twice before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

"remind me to thank that idiot", he spoke up after some moments.

"who, hannie?", you giggled against his chest.

"yeah. he was onto something when he made me get ready in his room."

"oh? he sent me in here looking for you."

"that fucker", he chuckled, "owe him one."

[rumisgf]

DENKI BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

summary: here’s some denki headcanons if he was your boyfie bcs i rlly love this boy sm and he don’t get enough love for my liking :[

warnings: college!au, suggestive, crack, feminine terms for reader used, black!reader ofc and always

✧ you’ve earned yourself a himbo gamer bf congrats

✧ denki is so loud about how much he loves you and he makes it very known that you’re his

✧ while it annoys people like bakugou when he constantly goes on tangents about you, it’s honestly such a green flag

✧ by nature, denki’s a very flirty person so you assumed you’d have to work that out with him a lot

✧ not only that but as denki got older, ladies (and boys) definitely started flirting with him first

✧ it definitely irked you when yall were js talking/in a “situationship”

✧ sometimes you genuinely wanted to rip the hair out of not only your scalp and his

✧ it was only because you wanted him so bad

✧ surprisingly tho, if you bring it up to him he stops immediately

✧ and when you do start dating he pretty much tunes out anyone who even tries to make a move on him

✧ he definitely owns one of those “i love my girlfriend” shirts and will genuinely style it

✧ overall, denki’s one of the most reassuring partners you could ask for after y’all make it official

“i promise i’m literally obsessed with you.”

“you’re the only one i see, princess”

✧ if yall see the way he talks in the show, he definitely is in tune with his feminine side

✧ and in the best way possible, the only reason he might have a lot of friends who are girls is because girls feel so comfortable around him

✧ and i’m a huge believer in the ‘denki with an older sister’ headcanon so that’s definitely where he gets it from

✧ he always helps you with outfits and he even knows how to do makeup to an extent

✧ the first time you were running late but still had to do your makeup so he just came over and did a perfect winged eyeliner, you were just like ‘…..someone cooked here.’

“kaminari….what the fuck.”

“what?”

✧ he always calls you “girl” when you say something weird or dumb and it really just slips off his tongue

✧ denki also loves gossiping. he’s so messy

✧ if he peeps something, you’re the first person he texts and y’all definitely make fun of people together

✧ when he’s gaming you’d think he’s one of those dudes who just completely ignores their girl

✧ which sometimes is a habit when you’re on the phone

✧ but usually, he’s able to have a full conversation with you and play the game with bakusquad on a seperate instagram or discord call (yes, he has this talent because of his adhd)

✧ besides he makes up for it when you get to take facetime photos of him with his camera set up, his bedroom lights off, the lights from his computer monitor/tv and his led lights highlighting his features so beautifully

✧ if you ever need his attention, he’ll get off in an instant with the excuse ‘i wanna go hang out with my girl’

✧ and he also loves gaming with you. it’s 50/50 though, sometimes he’ll let you win and sometimes he’ll absolutely obliterate you then laugh in your face

✧ it’s ok though because you get kisses after :)

✧ in person, kaminari’s always is touching you in some type of way

✧ whether it’s you sitting between his legs on the floor, his hand on your thigh while you sit next to him, occasionally hugging your waist if you stand up next to him

✧ his favorite though is definitely having you sit in his lap

✧ he’ll play with the hem of your pants or your shirt, wrap his arms around your waist while holding the controller, or let you bury your face in his neck and fall asleep

✧ speaking of, he loves when you fall asleep on him

✧ even around other people, he always likes pulling you on his lap or having your head rested on his shoulder

✧ both of y’all’s friends definitely take pictures whenever this happens but he honestly loves it and doesn’t care when bakusquad sends it into their groupchat

✧ he’s just like yeah, that’s my cute lil girlfriend what abt it?

✧ he really does think you’re so adorable and he loves babying you

✧ yk how the one episode where he said nejire was cute because she was kinda stupid (😭) ? yeah, he loves when you have little dumb moments because he likes to make fun of you and tell you how adorable you are

“awww, you’re so adorable baby!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

✧ besides, it does make him feel better for him to not always feel like the “dumb” one in the relationship, it makes yall more balanced out even if you are smarter than him

✧ he also really likes flustering you. he’ll grab your belt loop, let his hands go a bit too low when you hug him, randomly pull you onto his lap, give you kisses all over your face, and purposefully stare into your eyes while you talk

✧ though, he does equally enjoy being babied. he loves when you play with his hair, laying his head in your lap, and being little spoon when y’all cuddle

✧ which is often the case unless you’re laying your head on his chest, his only other favorite cuddling position other than you being big spoon

✧ he loves playing guitar for you and if you can sing, he’ll play a song to have you sing the lyrics along with him

✧ denki is just a music lover in general, it’s often what’s in the background if y’all are making out or just chilling together

✧ if you like dying your hair, he will practically beg to help you do it because he thinks it’s a great bonding experience

✧ he’ll even dye a strip of his hair to match yours

✧ based on the ova where the big three were playing as villains and class 1-a were the heroes, i like to think denki was one of the first out of his friends to learn how to drive

✧ so he definitely was eager to make you his passenger princess. he loves taking you out to eat, driving you home, picking you up from places, and taking you shopping

✧ even if he barely has the money, he’ll spoil the hell out of you and (sometimes you gotta remind him to be responsible with his money 😭)

✧ his lock screen is definitely a picture of you in his passenger seat or you holding his hand while he’s driving

✧ he loves showing you off and he puts all your instagram posts on his story within seconds, and he will spam your comments

✧ he’ll also convince you to do tiktoks with him

✧ his favorite dates are at arcades, he just loves having fun with you and watching you get competitive with all the games

✧ he also loves when there’s a photobooth and will practically drag you to take cute pictures with him, which he’ll later put in his room on full display

✧ in general he takes tons of pictures of you and you take up a lot of his storage, his phone is really on its last leg.

✧ this also means he as the worst bangers of you imaginable. his birthday story posts are lethal.

✧ overall dating him is like having a built in best friend, except yall kiss a lot

✧ 10/10 boyfie

@ rumisgf

[just-jordie-things]

omg omg omg i am extremely sorry if i interrupted your hopefully very wonderful day but i was thinking abt megumi x reader where the reader is at first very stoic and nonchalant (and sometimes even comes off as a bit blunt), typically is introverted, but once u get to know reader u realise they are very silly and lighthearted, and they like doing things for their friends even if they dont rlly find it interesting as they just want to make them happy. IDK WHY BUT I RLLY LIKE THIS IDEA. byebyee ! ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

!!!!!!!! YES !!!!!!!!!!!

what's interesting about you is that megumi did not warm up right away- despite you being just like him. nobara and yuji notice it shortly after meeting you. at first impression you're reserved, maybe even a bit intimidated by their rambunctious energy. but once you got to know them it didn't take long for them to see the real you. that you could be just as goofy and fun, you just had to get comfortable first!!

but just to megumi's luck, it seemed you hadn't quite gotten used to his presence yet. because as soon as he came around, you were quiet. for a while he didn't think much of it. but eventually he started to notice that wasn't the norm for the others.

he'd see you having lunch with yuji, laughing and talking animatedly. or chatting away while mid-spar with nobara, it seemed even when you were winded you could hold a conversation with her.

and he tried not to let it get under his skin, because megumi wasn't sensitive... he didn't care if you got along better with his friends than with him.... that would be... well... shit.

he racked his mind for what he possibly could've said or done to ward you off. but the longer he thought about it the more he came to realize that he hadn't even been around you enough to have said something to offend you, so what could it be?

his pesky thoughts kept telling him maybe you were crushing on yuji or nobara... but he did his best to shove those thoughts down. so what if you liked one of them? it wasn't like him to be jealous...

well shit, he's jealous AND sensitive. fantastic.

deciding that he'd just have to approach you to get to the bottom of it, megumi swallows his pride. if he asked you directly why you never talked to him, then you'd have to give him a proper answer.

so he finds you one afternoon walking on your own, takes a deep breath, and approaches.

and just before he can say anything, you catch sight of him and even smile a little- wait did you just smile at him?

"fushiguro, i was just going to look for you"

it's the most you've ever spoken to him, and he's frozen before you. he even looks completely caught off guard, brows raised to his hairline, lips parted, eyes wide, you almost laugh at him.

"l-looking for me?" he stammers back at you, and this time you can't help the little chuckle that comes out.

"yeah, gotcha something," you say, only confusing him further.

he watches in shock as you reach in your pocket, trying to come up with what you could have for him. when you retrieve a small pop-it keychain and dangle it before him with a grin, megumi can safely say he wasn't expecting that.

he blinks at it dumbly, as if he's never seen a pop-it fidget toy before. there's only two bubbles on the keychain since it's so small, but he's more curious about the black, vague dog shape of the keychain itself.

"thought it looked like your dog," you say, your smile suddenly growing bashful the longer megumi just stands there and stares at it. "...kinda" you add nervously.

finally, he reaches out to take the small gift from you. he pops the bubbles mindlessly, but mostly he just couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

it was almost awkward, how long you both stood there in silence while megumi inspects the keychain.

and eventually, he looks back at you, only ot find you've been waiting rather patiently for him to say something.

"you just... got this for me?"

it's a stupid comment, but he doesn't know what else to say.

you nod your head. "yeah, made me think of you"

it made her think of me? now megumi's face is heating up at the idea that you think of him at all. before now he would've bet money that you didn't even know his first name.

"oh... thank you..."

his awkwardness nearly gives you second hand embarrassment, but you're so relieved that he accepted the silly gift at all that all you can do is smile and nod at him.

to his surprise, there's a block in his throat that he has to clear before he can speak again.

"um, i was just heading to lunch..." he trails off, hoping that's all the more he'd need to say, but when you stand there and blink back at him he figures he'll have to make more of an effort. "have you eaten?"

you shake your head, a small smile on your face as you see where he was trying to go with this.

"i could eat" you reply.

megumi nods his head a few times, his fingers nervously fiddling with his new keychain, popping the rubber bubbles audibly.

"so... so you want to come and eat with me?"

you bite your tongue to keep from laughing as you nod again. your lunch is spent making awkward conversation in an attempt to fill the awkward silences. but after trying to open himself up to you, megumi finally got to see the side of you he so badly wanted to get to know.

now it was just his turn to try to return the favor. you had your curiosities too, after all.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

I became unexpectedly obsessed with hockey player Pete 😭😭 (the party one really has me on a grip. The cliffhanger is UGH. So good.)

If you don’t mind, can we learn if they get together for real and how it happens 😭😭 begging on my knees rn

I love how you write him and the reader UGH please don’t stop 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

A Story of Patience

✰ college!hockey!peter parker x f!reader

✰ word count: 0.7k

✰ summary: peter finally says what needed to be said.

✰ warnings: kinda angst (not rlly), fluff, so many kisses.

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main m.list ⋆ peter parker m.list ⋆ college!hockey!peter parker m.list

not my gif, credit to the owner!

Life has been unusually tense recently. A lingering wave of uncertainty hung over your head every time you were with Peter. Conversations didn’t have any substance and his usual playful sassiness was gone. You would be lying if you didn’t have a heavy heart since you visited Aunt May’s, the exact moment his personality flipped. 

Coming home from class, you see Peter’s shoes near the front, the normal glee you feel when he surprises you at your place is gone. Dropping your bag and removing your shoes, you walk to the couch and see Peter sitting stoically still, his eyes lingering on the blank screen of the TV. 

Walking up to him, you take your time, not wanting to startle him. Your gaze is set on his body as you bring a hand up to his back when you take a seat next to him, “You alright?” 

He sighs as he turns to you, extending his hand to place on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze before he leans in and presses a deep kiss to your lips. You could tell this wasn’t a normal kiss, there was emotion pouring from his lips to yours. You felt his other hand find its place on your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the skin there. 

When you two pull away, his hand is still holding your face close to his. Leaning forward he places his forehead on yours as he takes a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, bug.” 

Oh, my god. Is this it? Are we done? 

You couldn’t help but think as the tone of his voice was so apologetic. If this was the last time you could have Peter in this way, you might as well cherish it. Falling into his arms, a few tears leave your eyes as you hold the brunette tight. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted,” you sniffle.

This causes Peter to tense under you as he grabs your arms and pulls you away from him so he can take a good look at you. “What are you even saying right now? I should be the one apologizing,” his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. 

“What?” A pathetic voice escapes your lips, making Peter’s heartbreak. 

“I’ve been trying to find the right words to say, but I have been stuck in a loop all week and it’s eating me alive,” his eyes close as if he’s still searching for the words he so desperately needs to say to your vulnerable frame. He takes a deep breath, “I honestly still don’t know what to say, but I can’t keep it quiet anymore.” 

You can tell he’s nervous, so you grab his clammy hands and whisper, “Take your time, Peter.” 

“I–umm,” he bites his lip in frustration, a breathy laugh leaving his lips, “I can’t imagine not being with you all the time. I feel so…different. If that makes sense?” 

You nod, letting him continue.

“And I know I haven’t been fair to you, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that treatment from me, and I want to change that,” his demeanor shows one of determination as he continues to speak. “I want us. I want you, entirely,” he smiles, “I want to wake up with you every morning, make your coffee before you get out of bed. I only want you to cheer me on at my games. I just want you with me, all the damn time.” 

You can’t help but smirk at him as he almost leaves you speechless, almost. “Took you long enough,” you say.

He laughs as he pulls you in for a hug, leaning back and pulling you on top of him as you both collapse on the cushions. A great big smile paints your face when Peter takes a good look at you. He studies you in this moment of bliss and takes a mental picture of how your smile reaches your eyes and your laughs flood his ears. 

Peter is in love with you, but he won’t say that yet. You’ll just have to coax it out of him. But the passionate kiss he presses on your lips gives it away entirely. 

You pull away, breathless, “You’re lucky I am a patient woman, Parker.” 

He pecks your both cheeks, followed by your forehead, and finally your lips. “I am a lucky man indeed,” he smiles. 

✰ author's note: FINALLY!! THANK GOD!!! what you've all been waiting for, but that doesn't mean that this is the end of college!hockey!peter!!! keep sending me juicy asks! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!! ok, ily bye !!!!

[kittyhui]

baby fever anon again. god u cooked so hard i am. a little insane help,,, also full semi public sex fic PLS i will kiss u

here r some more bcs i can’t help myself except some of them r fluffy cus actually i think cuddling w him would fix me.

woozi finding out his partner has a rlly intense oral fixation. this one’s super self indulgent. but i feel like he’d always see u with some kind of candy in ur mouth or chewing gum n one day he asks abt it. and the conversation ends with his fingers in your mouth as he splits u open in missionary.

going back to the camping thing,,, i feel like you’d both wake up in the morning n go out to join everyone for breakfast and someone would side eye the fuck out of y’all bcs they had to go to the bathroom n heard noises coming from your room last night even though you tried sooo hard to be quiet. later i feel like that member would be like “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone” n he’d get so embarrassed n red that others would think he’s Still drunk or something.

also taking care of him with a hang over :((( he’d be so clingy and i can see him being kinda snappy at other ppl but not u. if it’s rlly bad he’d probably explicitly ask u to rub his back,, or hold his hair back bcs he feels like he’s abt to throw up. woozi sick fics make me feral. i would take such good care of him UGH.

ohh god. convincing him to go on a little two day vacation when he has a little break n he’s just so,,, happy to spend time with you away from the city. something abt being in nature with you is so much more healing than it normally is. swimming w u,,, he’d pick u up n make u wrap ur legs around his waist as carries u around the pool. he’d fuck you by the pool too. n then he’d ask u to help cook dinner n he’d back hug u as u cut up the vegetables GODDDD. i feel like something would change in ur relationship after a weekend like that,,, like he’d be more comfortable with affection. you’d be sitting outside watching the sunset n he’d just have a moment of realization n then after that he’d try to shower u w more affection, even around other ppl.

another kinda drunk woozi head cannon i have rn cus im,, tipsy rn. if u both have the energy to be around svt but not enough energy to participate,,, he’d make u rest ur head on his thighs n he’d definitely play w ur hair, rub the back of your neck,, n maybe use his free hand to hold one of yours. you’d start playing w his fingers n he’d pull his hand out of your grip to brush your hair out of your face. i feel like he’s rlly only okay w kissing his partner in front of the other people when he’s drunk or tipsy cus the alcohol makes him not gaf. so you’d look up at him w a pout cus u wanted to hold hands n he’d lean down n kiss u so softly n sweetly, holding the side of your face. GOD.

ok that’s all i have for now,,, i have so many thoughts i do not stop thinking abt him ever.

Baby fever anon.. you are killing me

i didnt write more for a few but the oral fixation will have a full fic definitely cuz i relate!! And I will try to write that semi-public fic

MDNI!!

~drunk woozi~

drunk! woozi being cuddly with you in front of his members, the thought of him getting teased not even crossing his mind in that moment

drunk! woozi kissing all over your face to the disgust of the boys, yelling at you two to ‘get a room’ just to be flipped off by the man

drunk! woozi always having at least one hand on you at all times. rubbing your back or playing with your hair

drunk! woozi who settles down with you and the boys to watch a movie, your head resting in his lap, hand holding his

as the movie goes on, you play with his hand, kissing each finger repeatedly

drunk! woozi feeling shy, pulls his hand away much to your dismay, letting it rest on top of your head, petting you gently. you look up at him with a pout

drunk! woozi who will stare at your face with so much love in his eyes and when you look at him with a quizzical look on your face he just whispers ‘i love you’ before leaning down to kiss your lips

~going on a trip with woozi~

finally getting time off from work, jihoon books a trip with you

nothing crazy but he just wanted to relax with you with no responsibilities

the moment you get on the plane with you to your destination he’s already on clingy jihoon mode

he barely sees you because of his hectic schedule so he wants to have you all to himself now

he’s all on you when you finally land and get to your destination.

by the time the sunsets, you two spent so much time together: going out to do touristy things and eating at expensive restaurants

you decide to relax at the pool near where you were staying since it was late and no one could disturb you two

he looked amazing as he dipped into the cold pool, calling for you to join him

“pretty, the water is so nice. come in for a bit” he says to you before plunging his head underneath

you decide to dip in for a bit, the brisk water hits your skin as jihoon holds you by the waist, pulling you in slowly

the two of you linger in the pool, playing around like you were little kids. its definitely very late now but you wanted to soak in all the time you could with him before he had to get back to his routine of long work days

you gaze at him, smiling before saying ‘ thank you,, for this’

“there’s nothing you need to thank me for, pretty” he pulls you closer to his chest, speaking again, “wanted to spend time with you because i missed you.”

“missed you too” you let him peck your smiling lips “my fingers are getting pruney though, jiji. time for me to get out.” he nods, agreeing with you, before taking your legs and wrapping them around his waist, picking you up and walking towards the edge of the pool. he sits you down, your legs still around him and kisses you again. “go inside. i’ll be inside in a bit”

when jihoon comes back you’re cooking a midnight snack as you said. it was just simple ramyeon you found in a random store earlier but when he saw the three wrappers his heart swelled. obviously, you would’ve made some for him but just the little acts that make him love you more.

when you’re snack is finally done, you sit down with him to eat

as you eat, jihoon admires you. you were like an angel to him, glowing its you sit there.

“i love you” he mutters softly to you

“i love you too, hoonie” you reply in the same tone

“i’ve been thinking” he says, shuffling inside his sweatpants pocket “i know this is a bit rushed and i didn’t really plan anything. i was going to ask you while we were out but.. ugh i couldn’t do it. would you want to get married- to me?” he places a velvet box in front of you, letting you open it to see a ring- the ring you’ve dreamed of always having

“hoonie…” tears well in your eyes

“its okay if you dont want to but i thought i’d ask cuz i just want to spend the rest of my life with you and i know i’m always busy but-“

“yes.” you cut him off, “i want to marry you, jihoon” he sighs in relief, taking your hand in his, grabbing the ring out of the box and slipping it on your hand.

“i’m glad” he kisses you, “i love you so much, pretty”

~hungover woozi~

“ugh so bright…” his eyes close as fast as they open, the lights causing the headache he woke up with to get worse.

You wake up hearing his groans, turning to him with concern “are you alright?”

“Just a hangover.. I’ll be fine.”

you rub his chest slowly, “you need anything? water?”

“no, im fine… just need to rest” you nod, leaning down to kiss his forehead

“ill get you some anyways hoonie” you grab him some water and lay down next to him again, “let me know if you need something, okay”

“mmmh just need you” he says, his arms wrapping around you, your warmth slipping him back to sleep.

a/n: anon i didnt not give these justice im sorry😭😭😭 but i hope you like cuz the jihoon drought rn is killing us woozidans

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Missed me? Pt 3

Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: stepcest/inappropriate relationships, cheating, kissing, flashback, past minor injury, angry/kinda violent thoughts

Info: honestly ur mom is rlly good at psychological warfare

You ran with Chewie in tow, your lungs on fire as you attempted to get home as quickly as possible. You skid to a stop on the pavement outside your house, the scene unfolding before you hitting you hard. Your mom, stomping out to her car and slamming the door shut. Throwing it in reverse and peeling out of the driveway without even glancing your way. You could physically feel the air blowing past you as she sped off out of the neighborhood.

You walked inside, terrified you’d find a mess. But to your surprise everything was in its place. You unclipped Chewie’s leash and let her roam about inside the house until she found a cool spot on the floor.

You could hear Anakin still working in the garage, he’d turned on some music to keep him company. Maybe you overreacted? She probably didn’t think anything of it right? It’s innocent enough. Anakin is notorious for leaving grease and oil stains in places they should never be. Like the time you painted your palm shoe-polish black just from opening the fridge.

It was nothing. Right? Anakin would be in here upset and waiting for you if something had happened, so everything must be fine. You thought back to your earlier conversation with your mom and recalled how annoyed she seemed about that coding mishap.

Relief spread through you, she was extremely anal about her work. A perfectionist through and through, maybe she’d received word the damage was worse than she originally thought. That would definitely warrant nascar level driving in her eyes.

Even so, you felt the need to placate her when she returned. After a shower and a clean set of comfy clothes you set about cleaning the main floor of the house thoroughly. Scrubbing each surface clean, vacuuming, mopping windex-ing the windows. You even cleared out the leftovers and expired items from the fridge. Going so far as to jot down the items that needed replacing.

Trotting over to the cork board mounted on the wall of the short hall leading to the laundry room and the garage door. This was where everything of importance lived, bills, grocery lists, to-do lists, even a family calendar. Something in red ink had been added to the calendar for tomorrow and you nearly stabbed yourself with a push pin when you read it.

‘Date Night 6:00 @Marzettis’

Written in the ridiculously neat and proper cursive that only could’ve belonged to your mother. If you measured the PSI of your bite force right now, you were one hundred percent sure it would be enough to bite off your mother’s writing hand. Your jaw was clenched so tightly that you heard your molars squeak in protest.

Jabbing the list into the cork with the pushpin you let out a breath that you’d been holding long enough to make you alittle lightheaded.

Calm down. They’re married. Married people go on dates. Anakin can’t really reject his own wife can he? No. No he can’t. It’s okay.

You shook out your anger, resolving yourself to ignore the fact that your stomach was churning with nerves and your tongue burned with unspoken venom. There was still things to do. And doing things is good. Scrubbing every centimeter of the bathroom shower with such aggression that you permanently bent the bristles of your favorite scrub brush was definitely a healthy alternative to committing a felony.

Hours passed and Anakin finally returned from the garage sending the current vehicle he was working on back to its owner a full day early. It’s amazing what alittle midmorning pussy pick-me-up can do for a man.

It also probably helped that your tiny arms shaved off at least an hours work of dismantling parts of the engine that were in his way of retrieving the piece he actually needed to extract. Though he’d milk his coincidental success as the result of your passionate rekindling for all that it’s worth. It couldn’t hurt to test out that theory a few times could it?

“Whoa.” He snorted, seeing you to his left scrubbing the inside of the washing machine. “What the hell are you doing?”

You lifted your head a bit too fast and wacked it on the lip of the washer, immediately wincing and bringing a hand to rub the top of your head.

“Apparently I’m doing my damndest to give myself a concussion.” You joked, glancing over at him in his sweaty, greasy clothes.

“There’s this guy who has disgusting laundry, that occasionally leaves residue in the washer.” You dramatically explained.

“So I’m doing him a favor and saving him from an accidental repeat of the fancy hand-towel stain incident of 2020.” You grinned and watched as Anakin mirrored your expression.

“Lucky man.” He chuckled, coming over to give you a quick peck on the lips before rushing off to shower.

Dinner rolled around and you decided to order in, the local Chinese restaurant had the best egg rolls around, and that was just what you needed. You texted your mother to ask for her order and jotted yours and Anakin’s down on a scrap of paper.

~be home alittle late. Just get some Udon for me.~ She responded quickly.

Easy enough. You called in the order and it was delivered and delicious in around 30 minutes. You spread out the feast on the kitchen counter and laughed at Anakin practically drooling over the crab rangoons he was shoveling into his mouth.

“So whens she gonna be home?” He asked, not even bothering to cover his mouth despite chewing like his life depended on it.

“She just said late.” You shrugged, late could mean anything. 10 minutes, an hour; it’s a ridiculous measure of time that you’d always had trouble accepting.

“Well.” He clicked his tongue as he popped open a cold beer from the fridge. “Wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Oh actually, you know what he haven’t done in a while?” You grinned.

“Housewives?” He smirked.

“Yes sir. Take your pick.” You scooped up your take-out box and made a beeline for your favorite seat, the comfy and worn out recliner.

“I’m thinkin’ New Jersey.” He mused, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and searching for your guilty pleasure show.

There’s something comforting about watching someone else’s life like this. Honestly you found it… strangely calming to know that other people have more stressful lives than you. And of course it didn’t hurt that you really loved a bratty cat-fight. Scripted or not, it was undeniably as entertaining as a train wreck.

It would seem that your mother’s definition of ‘late’ was around 45 minutes, she walked in the door as chipper as ever. Doing wonders for your earlier worries; nothing seemed amiss to her.

She took in your comfortable nest of blankets in your recliner, Anakin’s lanky legs draped over the armrest of the couch with his head propped on a pillow. She was… assessing the scene and found no evidence of any foul deeds.

“It was a good idea for take out.” She said, tossing her items on the table. “I’ve missed these noodles.”

“Oh I know.” You agreed. “I saved an egg roll for you.”

“Thanks sweetie.” She said, flashing a blank stare and an empty smile over her shoulder that went unnoticed by the both of you.

“So Marzettis, is that alright for tomorrow?” She asked Anakin sitting on the couch near him with her food.

“That new Italian place?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together. “That’s the one Obi took Satine to isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is,” she nodded, seemingly pleased he remembered. “They gushed about it so much I figured it was time we try it.”

“Alright, as long as there’s breadsticks I’m happy.” Anakin smiled.

Meanwhile you were boiling in your seat as you listened to their conversation. Just like in an old cartoon you swore the top of your head would screw itself off and rattle with white hot steam. Honestly, you wished it would. That might just be the only way to get rid of this pressure in your skull without *actually* combusting.

You suffered through their small talk and meaningless conversation about blah, blah and blah. Finally, the episode of Housewives ended and you made your quick egress to your room with a wave goodnight.

You lay awake in bed, planning your to-do list for the next day. You needed to keep yourself busy and entertained to avoid falling victim to the wallowing hole of self pity that is your mind’s way of ‘coping’ with your jealousy.

To-Do:

Wake up

Scream

Nap

Repeat

Perfect.

You woke up, unsure as to when you actually fell asleep; though arguably in a 73% better mood just from the simple fact that you could hear power tools being used in the garage. It was comforting. The noise used to bother you, irk you to the edge of insanity, because who in their right mind would wake up and use the loudest power tools known to man at 6:00am?

Anakin would.

Every time you woke up to the noise, it reminded you of your first kiss, what could be a better way to wake up? Except for maybe an actual kiss from him.

You had stomped from your room to the garage, having been woken up at 6:00am *on summer break* for the previous 4 days. You threw the door open and yelled for him, but he didn’t hear you. Between the loud grinding sound of metal on metal and the earbuds he had in, you had little choice but to pull something dramatic.

Spotting the extension cord you had unplugged it and relished in the momentary silence before hearing Anakin cursing and repeatedly flipping the switch. You stood and observed with a self-satisfied grin, crossing your arms and jutting out your hip as you waited for his small man brain to figure out what happened.

Karma wasn’t something you believed in until right then, because without even looking up he yanked on the extension cord and the hard plastic socket whipped your thigh leaving an almost immediate bruise.

“Fuck!” You yelled, clenching your fists and biting back a string of words so hellish you might’ve burst into flames if you screamed like you wanted to.

Anakin’s head shot up and he ripped out his earbuds, momentarily confused when he didn’t see the source of the very angry curse word. That was until you hissed as you poked at the tender bruise.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled, rounding the front end of the car to get to you. “Hey- hey sweetheart, what the hell are you doing down here? It’s awful early for you to be up.”

Oh that was it. That was not the thing to say to you right then. He could’ve called you a crybaby and you would’ve took it better than that innocent comment.

“Yeah? It’s awful early to be using whatever the fuck that thing is!” You grumbled, shaking his hand off your arm. “Do you seriously have to do that this early in the morning? Can’t you do something less… grating?!”

“Do you see any other vehicle here for me to work on?” He deadpanned.

“God you’re insufferable sometimes you know that?” You huffed, looking back down at your leg.

“Did you unplug that grinder I was using?” He asked accusingly.

“Yes I did.” You shot back. “It was getting on my fucking nerves Anakin.”

“Well shit- just let me-“ He sighed trying to pry your hands away from your thigh but you batted him away, swiping a droplet of blood across his wrist.

One of the sharp plastic corners had bit into your skin on impact and caused a teeny tiny nick. Though from the amount of blood trickling down your leg, one would automatically assume you had a proper slice of an injury.

“Baby c’mon just let me see? I’m sorry.” He said in a pained tone, you could tell he genuinely felt bad, even though this was mostly your fault.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” You had scoffed.

“Fine. My liege.” He grumbled sarcastically.

He approached with paper towels and crouched down to swat your hands away and dab gently at the wound, or rather, lack thereof. He attempted to hand you a paper towel to clean off your hand but you declined, anti-politely wiping off the blood onto his dirty work shirt.

“Are you serious right now?” He scowled.

“Are you almost done?” You countered, crossing your arms again.

“Yeah. It’s just a scratch. Turns out every inch of you is just as dramatic as your shit attitude.” He said, standing up, his height making you feel dwarfed.

“Yeah that’s what happens when-“ you started in an angry, belittling tone.

Though you were cut off and the world paused around you. You went stiff as he grabbed you by the shoulders and leaned down to kiss you. Before you even registered what was happening top-side, your body had already begun to relax in his arms. His big strong, work-worn hands pulling you into him while he slipped his tongue between your lips. Gliding lightly just behind your top row of teeth before you finally gave in and kissed him back.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed know content when he released your waist to cradle your head with both hands, your own fisting his shirt as you kissed like your lives depended on it.

“Hey! You up?” Your mom knocked loudly on your door and broke the trance of the sweet memory. That 73%? Reduced to 32%.

“Yes.” You huffed and rolled out of bed, unlocking your door and letting her in.

“Great, I want to borrow a dress of yours is that okay?” She asked, heading to your closet before you could even respond.

No way. Absolutely no way. She was not wearing that.

“No. Pick something else.” You said sternly, taking the red summer dress and hanging it back up.

“What why?” She questioned.

“Because it has a hole in it.” You lied, “can’t have you going on your big date like that.”

“I didn’t see a hole.” She countered, going to grab it again.

“Trust me. There’s a hole.” And they’ll be another one: in the ground for her if she didn’t accept defeat on this.

“Fine.” She scoffed and drug out a few more options under your watchful eye.

“This one?” She asked.

“Yeah that one’s fine. It’ll look great.” You forced a smile and tracked her during her retreat down the hall.

As soon as she entered her room you slammed your own door shut and locked it again. You went straight to your closet and got the red dress, folding it and tucking it into the bottom of your sock drawer.

Was she intentionally trying to piss you off? No. She couldn’t have known. No one could’ve known other than you and Anakin. You had been so careful, going out of town for a date at the drive-in while your mom was away on a business trip. You’d worn that dress for Anakin and only Anakin, and you’d never worn it since that night, that first night.

In your state of confusion you didn’t notice the sound of Anakin’s garage noise die down.

Anakin had stopped for a coffee break and came inside, finding his wife at the kitchen counter. He gave her a quick smile and and poured some black coffee into a big thermos.

“Sugar? ‘Sugar’?” She asked sweetly, sliding the large sugar canister across the countertop to him.

“Uh, yeah.” He blinked slowly as if trying to rewind her words. “Yeah okay thanks.”

He shook his head and shrugged, raising his eyebrows in concentrated thought as he stirred the sugar into his coffee. The only person who has *ever* said that to him is you. That’s such a weird coincidence… what are the chances? It’s not like you call him ‘sugar’ any other time either. Only ever for the sake of making him smile when he fixes his coffee.

“Well. I’ll be out here then.” He said awkwardly, still very much miffed by the odd comment.

She ‘mhm’d’ in response, enjoying watching him slink back into the garage with his cheeks tinted in shame.

By the time 5:30 rolled around Anakin was in a nice button-up and dress pants, looking absolutely exquisite. That man really knew how to wear… anything, and nothing too. You had to ogle him from afar, watching his cute butt in those well-fit pants as he walked out the door following closely behind your mother. Who was wearing your dress.

You made a mental note to find an industrial shredder to take care of that ruined fabric when she returned it.

At Marzetti’s dinner was going well, much better than Anakin had expected to be honest. It was almost nice, in a weird way. The food was good, the atmosphere was pretty… he couldn’t help but be startled every now and again when he glanced over and didn’t see you across the table from him. You’d love this place, and damn he’d love to see you in it. He just knew the lighting would show off those sexy bedroom eyes you *swore* you never knew when you were making.

The biggest downside was that this place was alittle too expensive to be wasted on your mother. This kind of luxury should be reserved for his princess.

After an hour’s worth of awkward small talk and stupid conversational questions, Anakin got up to use the restroom.

When he returned he was shocked to say the least. The table had been cleared and all that remained was the check, and a thick manila envelope, he hesitantly picked it up and tucked it under his arm.

Fast walking to the front of the restaurant he quickly paid, despite the hostess’s request for him to return to his table because ‘payment is collected at your seat’. He fumbled with his car keys and clicked the lock button to quickly locate his black vintage Camaro… no dice.

He stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot, spinning slowly and spotting his parking spot… where the car *should* have been.

“That bitch took my fucking Camaro.” He whispered to himself, internally screaming at himself for being a responsible adult and having a spare set of keys safely stashed away.

He already had an idea of what was in that envelope, but now he didn’t even need to look at the title page. He just needed a goddamn pen.

Final Part

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[inamagicalhallucination]

well anyway

atsushi is so easily distracted (when he can afford to at least - like when he's not on high alert cuz of danger)

like he'll be walking to work and have to leave super early cuz he knows he's gonna get distracted and start up a conversation with someone, sit and watch the trail of ants move, looks at the flowers on the side, try to climb a building <- the usual

like if he's walking somewhere with kunikida and dazai they take turns holding his hand becuz they'll look away for half of a half of a sec and he'll be gone

theyve gotten good at finding him tho <3

kyouka too holds his hand

literally everyone holds his hand or has a hand on his shoulder

he may have a tracker on him but its kinda an invasion of privacy so he can turn it on and off at will and only rlly uses it when he gets kidnapped again and doesn't think he can come out on his own

hmmmm

akutagawa always has a strand of his ability on atsushi when theyre together

kenji always does whatever atsushi's doing when he gets distracted with him so they cant be alone

akutagawa wants to actually hold his hand so so bad but before he realized how much he wanted to he'd found a way to keep him near w/o touching him (via his ability) so now he has no excuse and it's rlly killing him inside

sometimes when theyre too tired they just pick him up

fukuzawa picking atsushi up by the back collar of his shirt like a cat picks up a baby kitty

kunikida not even acknowledging him as he walks by and picks him up by one hand

dazai gives piggy back rides but only when atsushi and everyone else is too tired to notice him being soft

ranpo tries to find him and gets distracted too and gets lost too

//

anyway its a lot worse on full moons when the tiger is fully out becuz atsushi's senses are even stronger and his sense of responsibility is low so its not uncommon to see a giant ass tiger running around and a man in bandages looking for it and then calling the other ada members and now theyre all looking for him

the tiger notices them looking for him but he thinks theyre all playing so he'll come close enough for them to see and then run away and then get distracted adn forget about them and then notice them and so on

[sociopathicartist]

hii. I rlly love ur page! I was wondering if u could do some more romance headcanons with UT Sans? Could u include things such as making out/kisses, hugs/cuddles, etc! and some more fluff, js cute silly little things in the relationship <3

hey! thanks so much for requesting, of course i can add those in:3

Undertale Sans (random drabbles) romance headcanons.

Hugs & Cuddles -

Sans loooves cuddling. His favorite cuddles are always the standing-up ones, where he’s either behind you with his arms around your shoulders while you cook, or write, or vice versa. He just enjoys getting to be all wrapped up with you while one of you is just doing normal and daily tasks. Bonus points if you’re tall enough (he’s only 4’11, so…) and he can just dangle with his hands wrapped around your neck while you walk around the house to get stuff you need. He likes to give you company, and he likes having your company, even whenever neither of you is saying anything.

He also likes hugs, to him they’re pretty similar to cuddles, but just a bit shorter and are great for goodbyes or happy hellos. Sans isn’t a big fan of the short and quick hugs though. He always likes them to be tight, warm hugs that you both hold for a long time because both of you are just enjoying each other's embrace. He hadn’t hugged many people other than his brother, so getting to hug you all the time is always enjoyable.

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Making out -

Despite having no lips, and giving you his little skeleton magical kisses that feel like warm and cozy bumps that send little sparks down your spine, Sans has always been a fan of making out. He just relishes feeling your warm, soft lips up against the large surface area of his teeth (chunk ass smile). While it doesn’t send magical twinges and little sparks throughout him (like his do to you) since you’re not a monster, he just enjoys the fact that you like kissing him. It’s also nice to get you so close and listen to you mumble words to him in broken sentences throughout your kisses. Sometimes he’ll peep a little ‘hey’ or will say something silly to make you laugh while you’re busy making out since he can talk through his teeth without having to open them up or anything (he only does that if he peeps out a tongue, but he rarely does that unless you ask since it’s a lot of work and it catches you off guard).

He’s just a really big fan of getting to kiss all over you, or vice versa. It’s also just funny to listen to your giggles or laughs whenever he leaves a little kiss somewhere ticklish, and he’ll very often just kiss you in the middle of your sentence or out of the blue since he couldn’t wait anymore. (poor boy, it’s been 5 seconds since his last kiss…) Sans likes to just constantly swoop you close to him for a kiss anywhere, and usually when you’re not expecting it. There’s nothing that he loves more than hearing your laughs and seeing your pretty smile.

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Conversations -

I’ve mentioned and joked about this before, but this man never shuts up. I mean, ffs, in the game his dialogue is always coming one after the other, (which is good, ily sans), so when you both are alone together? He is always blabbering about something. Flowers he saw today after work, something he took a photo of because it reminded him of you, what videogames he’s been playing, what’s been on his mind recently. He’s always asking you questions too whenever he’s not storytelling. Just things to keep you entertained and engaged in the conversation, other easy questions whenever he’s already asked about your day.

‘baby, babe, look at this. i picked it up on the way home, let me tuck it into your hair.’

‘you know what that is right? lemme tell you really quick.’

‘we’re going over to toris later this week for a halloween party with the rest of our friends. what matching costumes didya want to do, babe?”

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Hobbies / Routines -

Sans didn’t have too many hobbies before he went up to the surface. Other than work and occasionally reading his science books or talking to some of his friends, he was a bit too de-motivated to do anything. To him, there was no point in learning a new skill or fun hobby to occupy his time if his timeline theory was correct and all his progress would be set back to zero.

But holy shit did he eat up getting into a little routine with you. He loved it whenever he could just send you a text and you immediately would know that he wasn’t in the mood to cook and just wanted Grillbys. He loves getting to wake up whenever you do and eventually drag him out of bed, and getting ready for the day next to you in the bathroom, with a few odd or silly glimpses whenever you brush your teeth despite your lips making it harder since they’re in the way.

The simple routine of just getting ready together, eating breakfast while talking to each other (and lunch if you’re both off from work), and sharing about each other's days while one of you cooks dinner has become so easy for him. He used to not be a fan of falling into a routine, but he likes the comforting and domestic one with you.

Since his self-behaviors have been improving significantly with dating you, he’s taking back to some of the old hobbies he had before he gave up on them in frustration or negligence. Sometimes you’ll sneak on him and find him reading one of his old physics books on the couch, occasionally snickering at the puns he’s making up in his head while he reads. Other days you’ll find him in the kitchen cooking or baking, both things he did for Papyrus all the time whenever his brother was younger and he was raising him, and sometimes the two of you will sit down together and play silly card games or time-consuming board games.

He’s in love with you more and more every day, he just has to finally get rid of the nagging habit of keeping the ring he has for you tucked in his pockets, waiting its turn to rest on your finger.

[mikashisus]

AT THE END OF EVERYTHING, HOLD ONTO ANYTHING

SUMMARY: fall in possum springs has returned, and with it, your ex-boyfriend. somehow... despite how long it's been, he's still the same... while you are not.

PAIRING: kazuha x gn!reader

TAGLIST ! @aphrodict @lowkeyren @mitsvriii @https-sourlimes @pixelcafe-network

warnings: self deprecation, mentions of death, angst

wc: 2.2k

notes: wrote this entire thing on a whim at 1am without editing it, so i apologize if there's any errors 😔🙏 can u guys tell i rlly rlly rlly love night in the woods... and the entire coziness of possum springs... it reminds me heavily of my semi-rural hometown, so playing thru nitw feels like home in a way

this is my second entry for the @/stellaronhvnters halloween event! prompt: phantom!

The relatively sleepy town of Possum Springs was not only tucked away in a rural corner of the country, but very very uneventful. 

In true countryside fashion, everyone in town knew each other. It was a crime not to, unless you were new to town. But no one would ever dream of moving to Possum Springs. 

It was boring, same-old, and dull. Well, to you at least. There was nothing to do in this backwards town. It wasn’t anything like the city, and it definitely wouldn’t get you anywhere. 

If anyone wanted to be something, to go somewhere, to make it into the world, they had to leave, because there was no way they were going to do any of that while staying here. 

Tapping along the side of the counter, you blew a bubble with the gum you were chewing on and sighed heavily as you watched Garbo and Malloy on the tv mounted on the wall across from you. 

Possum Springs had little to zero cell reception, which meant you couldn’t text your best friend, Yoimiya. Not only that, but you were on the clock right now. Pulling out your phone would get you a one way ticket to getting fired; which you couldn’t have, because you needed a job. 

The Snack Falcon wasn’t the ideal place to work. It was a convenience store, which meant the pay wasn’t great, but it was enough to keep you on your feet in this town. It wasn’t like you had anything going for you, anyway. 

Your parents couldn’t afford sending you to college, so you had to stay here in this lame ass town and rot for the rest of your life. But at least you had Yoimiya, your best friend from high school, rotting with you. 

Together, you’d rot until the day you die. In this town. Born in this town only to die here too, without ever being able to leave. 

The front door chimed as a customer walked in, and you greeted them in a less than friendly tone. You checked your watch again, and thankfully your shift was ending in only ten minutes. 

A chuckle sounded from the front of the store. “I thought you’d be happier to see me, but I guess I was mistaken.” 

You perked up. You knew that voice. It was the voice of your high school sweetheart, Kaedehara Kazuha. 

Whirling to face him, you took in his appearance. He was wearing a crimson hoodie with black jeans and red converse. A pair of white headphones rested around his neck, and his hair was pulled into that same old side ponytail he always had it in. 

He looked the same. Just like the day he up and left you here to rot, all while he got to explore the world and get out of the town you always wished you could leave. 

“Kazuha?” 

His name felt foreign on your tongue. How long has it been since he left? Two years? You couldn’t remember. Time flew by as soon as you stopped thinking of him.

He smiled at you, big and bright like he always did. So full of love and adoration. It made you sick to your stomach. 

Did he seriously not have anything to say to you? No apology for just leaving you without a warning? No explanation? 

He never even made the effort to reach out when he was gone. Not once did you receive a text or a phone call. Not once did he come back to visit or even see you. Not once did he even think of you. Yet here he was, pretending as if nothing had ever changed. 

But it did. 

You changed, Yoimiya changed, everything changed. Possum Springs changed, even if just a little bit. But it seemed as though he didn’t change. 

How fitting for someone who was always changing like the winds before he left. 

“When does your shift end?” He asked softly, leaning against the counter in front of you. 

The clock on the wall read 5:00. You met his crimson eyes again, and sighed. “Now.” 

He smiled again, never taking his eyes off you. “Perfect. Would you accompany me to the diner, then?” 

What kind of sick game was he playing? Regardless of his intentions, you nodded briefly and told him to wait while you grabbed your belongings from the back room. 

As soon as you exited the locker room, your boss bid you goodnight and you returned her sentiments halfheartedly before slinging your bag over your shoulder and joining Kazuha at the counter. 

You spit out your gum in the trash and left the store, making a beeline for the diner a few shops down. Kazuha kept in pace with you, shoving his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt. 

A tense silence encompassed the both of you as you sat down at an empty table in the diner. You dismissed a menu when the waiter brought two to the table. You ordered a pizza— your usual. Meanwhile, Kazuha settled for a simple basket of chicken tenders and fries. 

The waiter jotted down your orders and left, leaving the two of you to embrace the silence that was still heavy and thick in the air. Kazuha watched you carefully as you stared out the window, your chin in your hand, people watching. 

For some reason, he felt as if he was staring at a stranger. You weren’t the same person he once knew two years ago. Of course, he was well aware that there would be change in this town, but he wasn’t expecting you to change so much. 

“So…” he began, trying to draw your attention back to him, “how’ve you been? How are your parents doing?” 

“They’re fine.” 

“How’s your brother?” 

“He’s alright,” you shrugged, “still a smartass teenager.” 

He laughed softly. One thing didn’t change after all. He could still remember the way your brother would tease you and drive you up the wall. He had to be at least a sophomore in high school by now. 

“You work at the Snack Falcon? Is that new?”

You shrugged again. “Yeah. Came about after the Food Donkey closed.” 

His eyes widened. “The Food Donkey’s gone?” 

“Yep. Replaced by the Ham Panther.” 

A lot changed. 

He frowned as he realized you were barely giving him more than a sentence as an answer. That, and you weren’t even paying attention to him. At all. 

Finally, you turned to him, your expression stoic. He wasn’t used to you being so standoffish. Was it because he left so suddenly two years ago? He wouldn’t fault you for still being upset if that was the reason. He deserved it, after all. 

“What are you doing back?” You questioned, your tone somewhat dismissive. 

He cleared his throat. Your food arrived at the table just as he opened his mouth, and you eagerly began to dig into your pizza. You hadn’t eaten since this morning and your stomach had been growling for an entire hour before your shift ended. 

Needless to say, you were starving, and this pizza would satiate you until you returned home. Clik Clak Diner’s pizza wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad. It definitely wasn’t the best pizza, but it was okay in terms of your pizza scale chart. 

Kazuha took a few bites of his meal before he answered your question. “It didn’t work out.” 

You glanced up at him. “Interesting.” 

He was getting tired of your one-liners. You didn’t care enough to ask why or what happened. It wasn’t your business, and you didn’t feel like prying. 

The rest of dinner was silent, aside from the sounds of the tv playing across the room and the occasional chatter of the other patrons. You practically devoured your pizza, labeling it as a firm ‘normal’ on your pizza scale. 

It was sunset by the time you exited the diner. The crisp Autumn breeze rustled your hair, and the smell of fresh pumpkin pies from the house across the street added to the October ambience. Halloween was steadily approaching. You’d have to think of your Halloween costume at a later date. Maybe you could match with Yoimiya, or— 

“Look,” Kazuha sighed softly, “I’m deeply sorry for leaving so suddenly.” 

The two of you stopped walking at the edge of the woods, staring out at the old train tracks you used to fool around on as kids. The sound of the train was a welcome one, one filled with memories of winter nights and sunsets in the Fall— just like now. 

Fall in Possum Springs was pleasant and quiet, just how you liked it. Leaves littered the sidewalks and yards, the days got shorter, the temperature got lower, and Harfest was right around the corner. It was the ideal time of year— the only time of year you actually enjoyed living in this rural town. 

Fall felt like home. It was nostalgic. 

A soft Autumn breeze drifted by. It wasn’t enough to make you shiver, but it was a cooling one that felt like a caress on your skin. Just the kind of weather you preferred. 

“You left me here…” you trailed off, “do you have any idea what I would give to go to school? To have been in your shoes? And what did you do? You threw it all away.” 

He didn’t fault you for being upset. Hell, he would be mad at him too. He already was mad at himself for everything that happened. If he could, he would go back in time and stop it all from happening, but he didn’t have that kind of power. 

He was silent, allowing you to vent your anger. 

“Do you know how much that hurt me? To find out you were leaving the day that you left?” you said softly, your voice cracking slightly. 

“And then have you come back out of nowhere saying it ‘didn’t work out’ and acting as if nothing has even changed between us?” You turned to him, tears gathering in your eyes. 

His brows knit together in sorrow. “I’m sorry. Everything has changed.” 

You nodded, looking down at the ground. The next words out of your mouth felt like a knife being driven straight through his chest into his heart. 

“I stayed here and got older, while you went off and stayed the same.” 

As it turned out, you were right. He hadn’t changed one bit, yet everything about you had. He found himself wondering how much time really passed. Time was incomprehensible to him now. He wouldn’t be surprised if more than two years passed since he last saw you. 

A long silence passed, with the only noise being your sniffles. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He would’ve liked to wait before dropping the bomb on you, especially since you were in the midst of crying, but there was no better time to say it than now. 

“(Name), I have something to tell you.” 

The seriousness of his tone made you falter, and you turned to him with a skeptical look in your eyes. Your brows furrowed together, and he met your gaze as he said, 

“The reason I came back to Possum Springs was to see you one last time. To clear this all up.” 

Huh? What did that mean? It wasn’t making sense to you. 

“What do you mean?” 

He took a deep breath. “There was an accident— a construction accident.” He let you piece the rest of it together. 

He watched as the gears slowly turned in your head before you gasped, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened. 

“So, are you…?” 

“I’m a ghost,” he confirmed with a small nod, “I returned to settle my past grievances. Now that I have, I can rest in peace.” 

Another long silence passed. He wondered what you were thinking right now, but the expression on your face was one he couldn’t decipher. He knew all of this was a lot to take in— especially the part about him being a ghost. 

Your silence was unnerving. Were you scared of him? Would you run off now that you knew he was a ghost? Would you stay? 

“School didn’t work out. I didn’t lie to you about that,” he muttered, “I would never lie to you. It didn’t work out, so I decided to return home. I was on my way to the bus station when the accident happened.” 

This was all too much to take in. You could feel a headache already forming. 

He shuffled closer to you, his fingers gently brushing against yours. When you made no move to pull your hand away, he intertwined his fingers with yours and gave your hand a soft squeeze. 

A tear rolled down your cheek. The train in the distance blared. The Autumn breeze you loved so much now felt like knives on your skin, and the hand encompassing yours was cold to the touch. 

Everything really had changed. 

Possum Springs was still the same-old, boring ass rural town. It was still the same town you were born and raised in and would likely die in. The people were all familiar faces that you’ve seen everyday, yet all of you grew older by the year. 

Yoimiya was older. You were older. Your brother and your parents were older. But Kazuha was the same. 

Everything had changed. You changed. 

But he stayed the same. Stuck in time. Forever unmoving. 

You looked out at the old train tracks, at the countryside you knew all too well and the town you were stuck in. You looked at the man— now a ghost, standing next to you. 

And suddenly, it felt as if he had never left at all. As if nothing had changed.

notes: the line “i stayed here and got older while you went off and stayed the same” is a line from the game!! it’s one of my favs and im so glad i got to use it! bea is the one who says it! :)) 🤍

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[preposterousjams]

Girlhood and Cassandra Cain: a messy analysis

I love how through Batgirl (2000) we just see Cass learn to be a semi-functioning "normal" girl and how she slowly goes from a life centred around justice and violence to a girl with so much wonder in her heart

Like girl starts out only knowing that she can be one thing: A good fighter. So obviously, to her, her own life outside of that means nothing if its non existent.

And at the same time, she doesn't really know what being a "regular person" means. She's had 2 identities: Weapon and Batgirl. In between both she was just surviving and it probably sucked rlly bad. She used to not picture a life outside of Cain, and now she cant picture a life outside of Batgirl. She literally has met like a total of 30 ppl in her life and talked to like 4.

But even with her very limited idea of normal social interactions she is unafraid of trying to show ppl love. She sees through their body language that the opposite of pain is love. But that kind of love requires an interaction outside of fighting.

She can't understand english much at the beginning but her initial drive to learn is not to be a better detective or batgirl related, its her love for people. For them to be happy. Its like a way of being useful.

But when others treat her in the same way, when others show her affection, she wants so bad to experience those connections over and over again. Mutual loving relationships are a new experience to her and she can't get enough of it.

She needs help on a case so what does she do? She breaks into Stephanie's room after meeting her like a single time because who knocks anyways?

wdym its not normal to knock ppl out when they're annoying? Like its convenient so y not?

She quickly makes her first friends but doesn't really know how to act or communicate but still manages to joke around in her own way. But they're happy, and she's happy, so it works.

She even watches crime shows and reality tv like guides on how to interact with people on missions and irl.

But gradually, all these small interactions let her become a person, for her to share small things about herself with others. Relationships let her be someone. Sharing thoughts, having conversations, working together, and anything that involves the small human pleasure of company become things she looks forward to.

And little by little, she starts doing things for herself. Like bro runs around Gotham, night into morning, holding onto a rose because its something thats hers and its pretty but she doesn't even know how plants work, but she's got the spirit. (yes ik that the rose is a randomly placed metaphor for cass having a bad work life balance but its so cute)

She starts going outside as a normal person instead of only for missions. She does normal girl things like going to restaurants but kind of not really cause wtf is a balanced diet.

Being able to share something about herself with someone and to sit in a mutual understanding of each other becomes easy. She lets herself be open to change and finds herself looking forward to living.

Wanting something for herself and being her own person is such a foreign concept to how she was raised but she loves it.

She experiments with everything to see what feels right. She starts flirting with boys, going to parties, dressing up in different styles of fashion. She wants to experience everything that girls do

She also learns that being a girl is different from what the other bats experience

Which sucks especially when she can read people's body language. As batgirl, in her scary ass outfit she was only terrifying and strong. But as a normal girl, people sometimes objectify her which has to be the oddest experience when u could kill someone with the blink of an eye.

Even her new father and brother see her differently than she sees them. Theres a weird social thing that comes with "girlness" that she doesn't understand, where girl things are supposed to be weak and have to be protected. But logically, shes like, yall gotta be protected from me be so forreal.

She dont gaf. Shes got bigger things to be ashamed about and being a girl is not one of them.

As she experiences the downsides of girlhood, she learns of the social expectations that come along. And instead of playing along blindly, she uses them to mess with ppl (and bruce). Cass understands more than anyone that social expectations and behaviours are just created performances that bring ppl together. So she chooses the ones she likes and completely rejects what she doesn't like.

and in the end she picks girly things like bold lipstick, fancy dresses, fashion, because she loves pretty things not because its whats expected. Social norms are like toys she can play with and put aside when they aren't fun.

Like she'll still get into a bar fight after eating the entire menu cause she can. Anyways ted talk over

[cokoweee]

I was thinking about how you said your next animatic/animation would focus on Kendra’s POV, and it does make me wonder…

The comic is told with some perspective of Kendra’s and Donnie’s thoughts, but not all. So I do wonder if there is an internal monologue Kendra is hiding where even she tries to ignore it?

She mentioned how she won’t can’t go home, because of her past crimes and perceived judgment from her family, because she was barely scraping by on her own despite her incredible intelligence and ingenuity.

She has enough care to provide protection for herself (taser) and maintain her appearance, but still put herself at risk with weekly, random sugar daddy dates.

Kendra has to exude confidence or the world would eat her up, but she possibly has a very fragile view of herself. She only partakes occasionally in tech and computers now, whether from therapy or a fear of reverting, so she holds herself back from things that gave her passion.

She first starts kicking Donnie out of his bed, because she possibly saw herself at her lowest and it gutted her to see someone who was her equal in smarts, computing, and cavalier literally rotting away.

She tries using techniques she learned in therapy and is frustrated when they seemingly don’t work.

And even though she gets irate with Donnie’s depression, she still tries to initiate conversation even if snarky. Because Donnie biting back is better than him staring at her with his soulless gaze.

So because of all this Kendra could start feeling this bond with someone she can relate to on the smallest scale.

And now this person is pushing her away.

For now, she thinks it’s from irritation over the lake incident.

When she finds out it’s because she’s not “one of them”, Donnie’s afraid, she might break…or run away… or fall into a deeper depression of her own.

(Why is this always 3 am!?)

Mmm yes 3am asks like this are what keep me munching on this comic ngl

There is a thick bit I don’t write/show to y’all for a couple reasons. Either it’s uninteresting or it’s a difficult-ish thing to write/draw. Emotions are difficult for me but I do the best I can. I’m better at faces rather than words.

You’re pretty spot on with how she is yuh. I’m struggling with words but sumthin sumthin she does the most of what she thinks she deserves. Also despite not wanting to admit it she rlly is kinda attached to everyone around her now. It rlly is gunna suck if they truly decide to leave without her

If there’s more to add someone add cause I forgot how words work😩😩😩

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I’m going to send emails out soon to finally try to find a willing rabbi to guide me in the conversion process. I’ve said I wanted to convert in December but was thinking about it even before then (that’s just when I told people). But I’m worried about not being Jewish enough. Like I want to convert ‘orthodox’ Sephardic, which ik is kind of redundant bc most sephardic ppl just say sephardic and aren’t rlly divided into orthodox, conservative, reform either due to historical reason, but like what if I turn out being not so orthodox after? Like I love the idea of being observant, but I know that I’m not someone to wear modest dress 24/7 (rn I only wear shorts like a handful of times of year but I’ll also wear leggings, and tights pants or v neck shirts that show cleavage). And I’m not a virgin and don’t really want to be celibate. Idk I just feel like if I go through the process of converting and being observant, I will be expectant to be fully observant and idk if that’s an expectation I can’t hold. Are there any other ppl that converted only to become ‘less’ observant after? And idk observance is a personal things, but many ppl will still look at you as less observant if you don’t follow every interpretation they do

I want to preface this by saying I hope you are able to find a rabbi who you feel safe to discuss this with. Oftentimes, you'll find that they themselves can empathize with you, even if they themselves are born jews. Jewish identity for all is complex. I also hope that, in answering this further, you might find comfort and know that you are worthy of converting.

I am in a mixed Ashki and Sephardi conservative shul, and my sponsoring rabbi is himself not conservative (I'm in a unique position). When he and when other rabbis ask about observance goals, I have noticed it is so they can anticipate how they can best help you. I myself want to be a 'typical' conservative jewish man, so I find some level of empathy with you! It's hard! And you're in what can feel like a raw and vulnerable space, one where judaism feels just out of reach, something you want or need. Trust me when I say I absolutely get it.

I felt the exact same as you before I joined my shul and later again when I found my rabbi. I worried about the fact that I didn't know how to daven, when to bow, the fact that the siddur is transliterated differently than what we say. It was overwhelming! But then... my community privileged me and truly put such an astounding effort in supporting my journey. It is by no means over, but they treat me the same as any other jew in the congregation. I'd feel weird if I pulled by phone out during shabbos because they hold me in the same light as them. All of this is to say that it is just as likely that you will find a community with whom you feel embraces you through this entire wonderful journey. It is entirely possible to marry your goals with judaism - it has been done before. How could a culture, a religion, a people have survived millenniums without someone like you having made a similar journey and made it as a jew? There will always be people like you, like me, who have made this journey and made it work for them, with others who loved them as a comrade, lover, friend, and confidant.

And when it comes to a varying of practice once you are jewish? It is only natural if that happens. A conversion is not an ever-lasting contract to stay stagnant in your practice - it is, essentially, formalizing that you are part of this people. I have been following plenty of jews who have converted and who have both become more observant and less observant. In fact, a ruling about this which has truly comforted me is from Ben-Zion Meir Hai Uziel, a Sephardi chief rabbi who made a ruling about this:

You are human, and there are 613 mitzvot. Hardly any of us consistently follow them all - especially when many require the temple! We can only expect you to do your best, to live jewishly under your terms and readiness! It takes some of us years to work up to certain observances, and that is regardless of jewish status. It would be unfair to expect you to take on more than you are ready for, regardless of if you have immersed yet or not. Heck, I only feel comfortable observing a select amount of mitzvot because I want to understand all of them before doing them. I want my soul to yearn for an aspect of observance, because my personal goal is to fall hopelessly and madly in love with jewish life, judaism, and this wonderful people. I want to emphasize that we all come at judaism with a unique, interesting, and worthy background. Yours is no exception.

I hope that, maybe, you got something out of this rambling. You are worth it to convert if you have decided this is your desire, want, or need. I for one welcome you here, and hope that our paths continue to cross. Please don't hesitate to talk anytime - judaism is a communal practice. It is not something you can wholly do alone.

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

Req for a fic of Grayson and Lyras first date pls 🙏

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE IVE BEEN RLLY LAZY NGLLL 😪😪

BUT OFC!! 💗💗

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Lyra fixed her hair one last time in the mirror, before spraying on a bit of perfume and making sure everything was okay appearance wise. Grayson and her had just started officially dating, once all that pining was over with, and now they were having their first date. Her stomach twisted just thinking about how he’ll be arriving soon. It was new and unexpected, hers and Gray’s relationship, but it was something she wanted to try. Something that she really wanted to work out. She flattened her jacket with a huff at how cold it was, when she heard a knock on her door. Her heart did jumping jacks in her chest as she put on a touch of lip gloss and scurried towards the door. Lyra wasn’t one to be this nervous around a guy, but Grayson wasn’t just a guy to her. He had proven that she could truly love him, and being around him just felt right. Although she wouldn’t tell him she loved him, that’d be far too soon. Putting her hand on the front door knob, she twisted and pulled it open. The sight that was in front of her was Grayson Hawthorne, who was holding a bouquet of calla lilies and dressed in a less fancy suit that was the colour of his eyes and a black thick coat. All of it made Lyra’s stomach twist with nervousness. Playing it cool, she smiled slyly and stepped out, wrapping a scarf around her neck.

“You’re really going to get me flowers that have such a horrific backstory, Hawthorne?” She said, taking them from his hands and smelling them. She sighed from the floral smell and looked up at him. He had smiled back, matching her sly smile from before.

“Who said they were for you? I was just walking around and saw a lovely bouquet shop, one with these beautiful flowers. I think they’re called, caterpillar lilies?” Grayson says, staring at them in her hands as if they were a species from another planet. Lyra snorted and smacked his chest lightly, before walking off. Although Grayson acted stoic and emotionless with everybody else, Lyra knew she could always get a smile and quick remark out of him. While walking past him, her hand brushed his, and he suddenly took her hand. Lyra was taken by surprise for the slightest second, before she smiled and laced her fingers with his. Walking off hand in hand with him, she met his eyes and raised a brow.

“So, what have you got planned for us, Davenport?” She asked him. He smiled back, one of those rarer smiles with his teeth that made Lyra’s heart beat quicken. A dimple showed, and she thought she might never breathe again.

“I can’t ruin the surprise, can I? Besides, the only thing I have planned is to charm you enough so that by the end of the date you’ll eventually call me by my first name.” He replied, a dig at her refusal to use his first name so far. She rolled her eyes.

“Haha.” She said in deadpan. “Now walk a little faster, I’m getting hungry.” She tugged on his hand as her steps quickened, and Grayson shook his head with a smile.

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Their first stop was a nice restaurant, which was utterly beautiful. It was decorated beautifully for Christmas, with stockings hung left and right and an overall cozy atmosphere. It was truly magical, and being there with an even more magical boy, well, Lyra was over the moon. She took the last sip of her coffee, her conversation finally fizzling to an end with Grayson. But still, the look on his face made Lyra raise a brow. There was no way this dinner was it.

“I would be stupid to believe that you don’t have something else planned for us, so instead I’m just going to ask, what should I be expecting?” Lyra asked him, a smile on her face. He had kept his eyes on hers the entire date, but good god it was starting to make her nervous now. And she never got nervous when it came to eye contact! Lyra looked away suddenly, while still waiting for his response, and Grayson, who must have figured out just by the look on her face why she broke eye contact, laughed. Still, he carried on without bringing it up.

“Well, it does have something to do with the winter season. How well are you on ice?” He asked her. Lyra’s eyebrows raised, and she sighed.

“Horrific! You better know how to skate, Grayson, because I’m terrible at it. It’s not like Texas gets very cold anyway, so I barely ever skate.” She said with a huff, crossing her arms. Grayson raised a brow at her.

“When I knocked on your door, you answered wearing gloves, a jacket, and a scarf. You can’t even try and tell me it’s not cold.” He retorted. Lyra’s eyes narrowed to slits. Curse her and her cold blood.

“Alright, fine. I will skate this one time.” Lyra says, looking him dead in the eye again with a haughty expression. Grayson stared at her back, smiling. Then, he leaned over the tiny table and gently took her chin in his hand.

“Could I….?” He asked her, trailing off. With her heart jackrabbiting in her chest, she gives a slight nod, and he kisses her. It was their first kiss throughout the date, and it made her heart ignite and light on fire with love. The kiss didn’t last very long, as they were in a restaurant, and they were about to separate, when they heard a quiet clearing of the throat. Lyra leapt off his lips, pushing her back into the booth chair, and staring a waitress dead in the eye. As soon as her and Lyra made eye contact though, she immediately looked away, and Lyra noticed that her cheeks were pink and she was younger than they were. She also noticed, with an internal groan, a “new employee” sticker on her shirt. Oh no. Did they scare a poor, young waitress on her first day?

“Your bill.” She practically murmured, sliding it across the table and looking away quickly. Lyra glanced at Grayson who also seemed a bit caught off guard, yet was looking someplace else, and followed his gaze. He was staring right at a couple with their phones out, recording, and once the tables around them saw who they were recording, they took their phones out too. Lyra sighed. Looks like there were downsides to being with a billionaire.

“Thank you so much.” Grayson said, sliding a 100 dollar bill across the table. The waitress put the cash in her little pouch, and was about to give him his money back when he put a hand out.

“No need.” He said with a smile. Then, he took 6 other hundred dollar bills and slid them across the table as well, with a clearing of his throat. “And these too, if you could please tell those families to delete the videos they took.” The waitress’ jaw dropped as she stared at all the money on the table, and Lyra’s jaw was dropped too. She knew he was a billionaire, but c’mon, 600 dollars as a tip? It was insane!

“T-thank you so much.” The waitress stammered. Grayson smiled back with a nod, and took Lyra’s hand in his as they walked out of the restaurant. She could just hear photos snapping as they left, and a snort left her mouth.

“You really know how to make an exit, huh?” She asked him. He laughed back and lifted a shoulder.

“I guess I do. Or maybe the entire restaurant just saw a beautiful girl and couldn’t stop taking photos.” He replied, kissing her temple. She smiled, before rolling her eyes.

“Or maybe it’s because I’m with a billionaire who is voted as the “most handsome Hawthorne”.” Lyra said with a laugh. Grayson laughed back. “Now c’mon, before I change my mind about the ice skating.”

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Lyra and Grayson stepped off the ice finally, and Lyra sighed with relief at finally being on stable ground.

“I think I would have bruised my tailbone if you hadn’t caught me all of those times.” She said, taking her ice skates off and putting on her normal shoes. She had never been more thankful for shoes than right now. Grayson was staring at her instead of taking off his own skates, but with a look from Lyra, he smiled and started to take them off.

“How exhausted are you on a scale from 1-10?” He asked her. Lyra groaned.

“10! I think my legs are about to collapse.” She said. Graysons smile grew before he spoke.

“So, you’re too tired to go inside that bookstore over there and pick out as many books as you want?” He asked her. Lyra stopped putting on her shoes for a moment to side glance at Grayson, and the bookstore he was pointing at. She narrowed her eyes at it, before narrowing her eyes at Grayson. She held his gaze for 6 seconds before sighing and shutting her eyes.

“Fine. But I’m paying for the books, since you payed for dinner.” Lyra said, getting up and putting her ice skates back in the rental station. Glancing at the sky again, Lyra just now realized that it was getting dark. Grayson raised a brow at her.

“Sure you are.” He said, shaking his head with a smile, and taking her hand. She furrowed her brows and gave him a look.

“I am, Grayson.” She said, staring at him with a look on her face. He returned the look but didn’t reply, and Lyra just knew that he was going to put up a fight at the cash register.

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Lyra had picked out an arrangement of books with a grin on her face: Classics, romances, mysteries, fantasies, anything that she thought would be interesting or that she heard was interesting from Max. There were about 7-8 books in Grayson’s arms, as he was holding them for her, and he put them down on the counter. Lyra smiled at the cashier who made small talk with her, and all was well until another employee came up to her. The other employee whispered something in her ear, and she sighed before turning to the two of them.

“There’s an issue with the storage room, so I’m just going to check that out very quickly. I’ll be just a moment.” She said patiently. “In the meantime, just tap or swipe the card reader for me there.” She walked off, leaving Grayson and Lyra at the counter. Lyra turned to him, already knowing by the look on his face what he was up to.

“I’m paying Grayson.” She said, giving him a look. Grayson gave a subtle half shrug, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“I know. I was just looking at you because I think you’re beautiful,” He said, taking her hand in his. “And every moment spent with you is too.” Lyra’s mouth was in an “o” shape, and she held in a breath as Grayson lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Lyra was stuck, her heart thumping in her chest like a drum, when a sudden beeping sound brings her back to the present. She glances at the card reader, and sees Grayson’s free hand reached out towards it, as well as his platinum black card on it. Now she was really gasping. Slipping her hand out of his grasp, she brought them to her hips.

“Wow.” Was all she said, furrowing her brows at him but not being able to hide her smile. She turned around so he wouldn’t have to see, but Grayson held her waist and spun her back around. He was about to speak when the employee comes back.

“Alrighty guys! Sorry about that wait, would you like a receipt?” She asked, clearly not being able to tell what had happened between the two or really just not caring. Lyra blushed before nodding her head, not trusting herself to be able to speak. Grayson blew out a laugh, before saying thank you to the employee, taking the receipt, and walking out the door with Lyra’s hand in his. They walk out, laughing and chatting, and although she was laughing too hard to tell, Lyra thought her heart felt 10 times lighter.

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(EXTRA) GRAYSON:

Grayson went back home after dropping Lyra off at her house, a ghost of a smile still on his face, when he sees Jameson, Xander, and Nash waiting for him by the foyer. He raised a brow, and saw that Nash and Jamie were smirking. He was about to ask them why, when Jameson beat him to his own question.

“How was your date?” He asked. Grayson paused, before making a face at Jameson.

“I didn’t tell you I was on a date, why do you think that?” He said, his smile growing the slightest bit. Xander grinned.

“My detective skills! You’re not dressed too fancy, which means that you were with Lyra because she likes it when you dress toned down, and you’re smiling!” He said, as if that were a once in a lifetime occurrence. Grayson rolled his eyes at him, before he remembered something. Then, he raised a brow.

“You saw the video of me and Lyra kissing didn’t you?” He asked in deadpan. Jameson burst out laughing, and even Nash couldn’t keep a snort from leaving his mouth.

“Yes!” Jameson said, he pulled out his phone, and showed a low quality video of Grayson pulling Lyra by her chin and kissing her. “This is you kissing Lyra without any filters, and this is you kissing Lyra with filters!” He was wearing an evil grin, and Grayson was a bit scared when he looked at his phone and started tapping the screen. He brought it up a second later to show Grayson.

“This is you and Lyra kissing with the dog emoji on, this is you and Lyra kissing with sombrero hats,” He kept swiping, pausing for a second only to laugh before continuing to monologue the filters. Grayson internally groaned. “This is you and Lyra kissing with frog heads, this is you and Lyra kissing underwater, this is-“

“I think he gets it, Jamie.” Nash drawled, cutting in with a smirk. He gave Grayson a look that said “you’re welcome”, and Grayson had never been more thankful for him in his entire life. Grayson quickly thought up an escape.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to my room. It’s getting late.” Grayson said. Jameson and Xander snickered, whereas Nash just smiled.

“Nighty night Gray!” Jameson called out as he turned and walked off. “Try not to dream about Lyra’s lips!” A sudden explosion of laughter goes off behind him, and Grayson shook his head with a smile. Putting his hand in his coat pocket, he feels the paper receipt from the book store. He smoothed it out with one hand, smiling to himself as he remembered how flustered Lyra got when he kissed her hand. It gave him a feeling that he couldn’t quite place, one that he hadn’t felt in years. One that made him feel like maybe, this time, he really did belong. He belonged with her, and Grayson just knew that he was going to feel that way for a long time.

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IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I JUST HAD SO MANY IDEAS AND HAD TO INVOLVE THEM ALL 😭😭💔

PLUS YOU KNOW I HAD TO ADD AN EXTRA SCENE OF GRAYSONS BROTHERS BULLYING HIM BC I AM EXTRA 😪😪

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! 💗💗💗 (and im sorry again about being late 😓)

[the-daiz]

#The Scare

Synopsis; Telling genshin men that you're pregnant with their baby (you're not)

Genre; Crack

Characters; Arataki Itto, Gorou, Heizou, Wanderer (Scaramouche)

FEMALE!reader, and you've never done it with any of them

A/N; I don't know??? I really don't??? Im rlly bored.

You and your precious friend Yea Miko, were having a normal conversation like any other set of friends, but then the seemingly usual friendly conversation had turned into Miko daring you to do a rather hilarious thing in her perspective, and you being the daredevil that you are, you accepted the challenge rather gleefully.

—Arataki Itto

"I'm pregnant, and its yours." You blurted, holding the most gunt expression you could muster.

"Woah, dude, no way! I'm gonna have an Oni son!" A wide grin stretched across his features. "I'm gonna be an Oni dad!" You blinked at him, not expecting his rather non-cholent reaction.

"No! Arataki, I was joking!" You laughed, abandoning your facade. "We never did it before how can it be yours?" He cocked a brow in puzzelment.

"Did what before?" He asked. You let out another laugh, thinking he was simply messing around, but when you caught the look on his face that only displayed genuine confusion, your laughter ceased.

"Haha... You know... It. The... uh baby ritual...?" You awkwardly stated, your smile fading as the perplexed look on his face stretched. His eyes blew wide and his features contorted into one of surprise.

"There's a ritual to make babies?!" He exclaimed, almost excitedly.

"No... yes... When the woman gets her egg and the man gets his... thing fluid thingy..." You murmured. He gasped.

"You guys lay eggs?!" He said. Your features twisted into one of pure disbelief. "That's cool! Can we do that too?"

'This literally can't be real.' You grimaced.

—Gorou

"Hey, Gorou."  You walked into the almost inhabitant bar, sitting beside your oblivious victim.

"Oh, hello! Good to see you again." He perked up at your presence. Something close to bitterness pooled under your tongue, and perhaps the slightest hint of guilt. You cleared your throat and put on your distressed front, getting into character.

"I have something to tell you..." You looked away from him. He frowned, confused by the rather dramatic act. 

"Yeah?" He said.

"I'm pregnant." You let out, turning to look at him rather dramatically. I almost laughed when the bartender flashed an almost-knowing look.

"Oh. Congra-!"

"It's yours." You were almost astounded by how quick his face morphed into a look of sheer, utter horror. The air stilled and the atmosphere fell silent, the only sound heard wLas the bartender's uncomfortable coughing. You masked your laugh with a fake sniffle, pulling out a handkerchief from your pocket and drying your imaginary tears with it.

"HUH!?" He yelled, backing up in his seat. "It can't be mine! We never...!" 

"We did!" You exclaimed, covering your face. "We were both drunk and-"

"What!?" He yelled again, backing up even further. "No no no I don't do that, I don't get drunk."

"But it's true...! We were both sooo drunk, and then you picked me up- bridal style- and took me back to my home, then you started taking off your-" 

"Enough!!" he fell off the chair, his face growing pale.

"Oh, but Gorou dear-"

"This can't be happening." He muttered, staring at nothing. 

"Oh, dear... Can you fetch me a glass of water, please?" You turned to the bartender, who looked mildly concerned but decided it was best to mind his business. He quickly retrieved a glass of water and placed it on the counter as you kneeled down next to the Gorou and helped him up, using all your strength to quill back your chuckle.

"Let's talk about this sensibly.." You muttered as you passed him the glass of water. He quickly snatched it from your grasp, his eyes looking anywhere but at yours with his face completely flushed. 

"We both made a terrible mistake that day, and... made something else in the process..." You didn't miss how he tensed up. "But we must bare responsibility for it!"

"Right... You're right.." He sighed, his gaze still averted from yours. "But are you sure you're pregnant? and are you sure it's mine!?!?" He desperately asked.

"Yes, I am sure, I haven't slept with any other man." You confessed. "Anyway, onto the matter at hand, I've already decided what we're going to name it!"

"Huh...?" He gawked at you, telepathically asking if you were being serious. "B-but we still need to figure out other things!! Like- do we get married!? and if we don't what do we tell the others!? and- oh archons... what am I going to tell her excellency...?" He clutched at his hair.

"Oh, that's just unnecessary details." You waved your hand dismissively at him.

"But-"

"So I was thinking, if it's a boy we're going to name him, 'You've been', and if it was a girl we'd name her 'Pranked'."

His mouth fell agape.

—Heizou

"I'm pleased to have you invite me to your humble abode, but I do have some business to attend to soon so I might have to leave... soon..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Why the long face?" You shook your head.

"Don't worry about it, please have a seat" You patted the empty space on the couch next to you, and he gladly guided himself to his assigned seat. You pulled both his hands in yours prompting him to properly face you.

"Heizou, I have to tell you something very important." You stated, giving him a stern look.

"Go right ahead, I'm all ears." He flashed you another one of his charismatic smiles.

"I'm pregnant, and it's yours." His expression sure did change, but you couldn't tell what thought laid behind his deadpanned eyes.

"...Um? Heizou?" You snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"Ah! Yes! well... um..." He pursed his lips together as glanced at something behind you.

You gasped as he jumped up from his seat and sprinted past you, leaping out of your window and scurrying away from your home. 

"YOU BASTARD!!" You yelled out from your window. "This makes me think like he's done this to someone else before..."

—Wanderer (In other words, Scaramouche)

You sucked in a breath as the man covered in striking blue attire stared at your form, his expression full of disdain. He doesn't appreciate his precious time being wasted by some mortal, however, he doesn't hold much resentment toward you to shoo you away.

"Thank you for hearing me out." You said.

"Yeah yeah, just get on with it." He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms.

"I'm pregnant... and it's yours." You revealed, your eyes downcast. You slowly peaked your eyes up when the infamous wanderer kept silent for longer than expected, and was greated by a judgmental glare.

"What do you take me for?? an idiot?" He hissed, his scowl deepening.

"Whatever do you mean?" You placed a hand over your chest.

"You think I can't see through your facade??" He glared.

"I don't understand-"

"I'm a puppet, (Y/n), for Archon's sake! I don't produce semen." He waved his hand out in exaggeration, showcasing his frustration. Your lips parted then clamped shut, realization setting in.

"Oh..." You scratched your cheek. "I didn't think of that..."

"I can't believe you wasted my time for this."