#// inbox. →♡ ⸢ stop mumbling. ⸥

[soulcaging]

* You receive a small bag of star shaped gummy candy, they're rainbow colored!

oh thank god, some normal candy. it doesn't even take them five seconds to remove their fake teeth and reach into the little bag of gummies for a taste, tossing it into their mouth with ease in what must be a practiced motion, and chewing. each bite is tart, yet sweet. they're more for the soft sweetness of caramel and chocolate, but who are they to complain about free candy? it's not like they're picky.

" tasty... " well, that's as good as any 'thank you,' right? the kid is already digging out another one to eat. someone must've forgotten their manners.

[in-another-april]

reader and early seasons spencer are newly dating, spencer wears his glasses around them for the first time and theyre just like 😳😵literally going feral while spence is so confused

summary/prompt + genre - You see Spencer wearing his glasses for the first time, and you’re So Normal about it. | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 503

notes - i'm so ridiciously obssessed with glasses spencer, its unreal. anywayss shy!reader with shy!spencer because i love them.

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You and Spencer have been going to the library together since you first met. It's always been one of his favorite ways to spend time with you, and now, ever since you got together last month, one of his favorite dates to take you on.

You settle into your usual spot, waiting for him to finish picking out his book. You only look up when he sits down, and your eyes go wide as soon as you do.

Glasses? Glasses. He's wearing glasses. He's sitting right next to you, wearing the most insanely attractive pair of glasses, ones that frame his perfect face perfectly, and suddenly it's hard to breathe.

What's worse is that he doesn't even mention them, quickly kissing your cheek in greeting before pulling out his book. And then he's gone, flipping page after page, completely entranced. You'd miss his attention if you weren't too busy being relieved that he's now too distracted to notice how flustered he's making you.

Plus, it gives you the chance to stare at admire him.

You watch him, wide-eyed, practically gawking at his every move. His hand flexes as he reaches up to adjust his glasses, his other one gently trailing along the paper, his tongue poking out ever so slightly while he's focusing and oh, god, is it hot in here? It feels like it's hot in here.

Unfortunately for you, though, Spencer's way too, well, Spencer to let anything go unnoticed. He feels your eyes on him, looking from his book to you.

"You okay?" He asks gently, tilting his head slightly and oh my god, he looks so good, you're done for.

You scramble to act natural, but it's hard when your book sits abandoned on your lap and practically your whole body was turned to look at him.

"Yeah! Yeah, no, no I'm fine." You try to smile reassuringly, eyes darting back to your book. "I just... I didn't know you wore glasses." You swallow, heat rushing to your face. He's quick to explain, something about running out of contacts? You were too... distracted to really listen, but that sounded like the gist of it. You nod.

"Do you-" Spencer clears his throat, and you're too focused on stewing in your own embarrassment to notice his. "Do you not like them?" The worry in his voice catches your attention, finally looking at him.

"No!" You blurt it out before you can stop yourself. "No, I... I really like them. Like, really, really like them."

"Oh." His voice is soft, a bashful little smile on his face. "I'm glad you like them." He laughs, almost bordering on a giggle, and you don't think you've ever adored someone more.

"Yeah." You smile back, you can't help it. Satisfied, you both go back to your respective books in a comfortable silence.

Until he breaks it. "Guess I'll have to wear them more often, then." He mumbles, mostly to himself, and your head snaps up to look at him again.

"What was that?"

"...Nothing."

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[slutorubaby]

cumfort me! ♥

synopsis: you had a long day at work. luckily, your boyfriend gojo satoru, can help you forget all about it.

gojo satoru x reader smut! MDNI

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it felt like everything was working against you today. you had decided to get into work earlier than usual to get a headstart on the never-ending pile of tasks but was met with a massive train delay. this caused you to be in your office an hour later than usual. to make matters worse, colleagues from different departments were blowing up your email inbox about various types of requests and questions. it felt like your to-do list was growing by the second whereas time was rapidly slipping away. it was finally 7pm when you decided that you had made enough progress to stop. although you were slightly dehydrated and starving, all you could think about was returning home, which is not really a place but a person, who is none other than gojo satoru.

you haphazardly shoved everything into your bag and slid through the elevator doors, pressing the “close door” button as quickly as possible, hoping no one wants to join you on the elevator ride. it truly felt like things were finally going right when you were able to travel down 20 floors to the lobby uninterrupted. 

feeling all of your patience evaporate into thin air, you opt to take an uber home instead of the train, especially after the morning’s festivities at the station. after shutting the apartment door behind you, you shrug off everything you were holding right then and there at the foyer. without missing a beat, you quickly pad over to the figure sitting by the couch and slump on the floor in between his legs to rest your head on his lap. 

gojo’s hands immediately find their way to your hair, stroking it softly. “hi baby, you’re finally home. did’ya miss me that much?” he teased. he gently cups your face to raise your head so he can take a good look at you. 

“today was just so horrible, ‘toru. the trains were late, everyone at work kept asking me for something and on top of that, I had a million deadlines of my own to meet,” you whined, closing your eyes and nuzzling into his hand. gojo let you vent as much as you needed about the inconveniences of public transportation, superiors who always dumped work they didn’t want to do on others and just how exhausted you’ve been this past week. he occasionally nods and gives out sounds of agreement to let you know he’s listening, but inside, his gears are churning, thinking of how to turn around this bad day for you. 

“can you just fuck me so good that I forget all about today?” you mumble, face planted on his lap. it went quiet. you lifted your head up to see if he had heard you and when you made eye contact, it was like a switch had been flipped within him. in addition to that beautiful aquamarine color, he was giving you those bedroom eyes that sent jolts down to the tips of your toes. 

gojo swoops you up from the ground and lets you straddle him as he walks the two of you into the bedroom. “don’t worry baby, ‘m gonna fuck your pretty lil’ brain out.” he says as he sets you down on the bed. he kisses your temple while unbuttoning your white chiffon blouse and sliding off your tight little pencil skirt. 

as much as he loved you in your girlboss corporate attire, the view of you disheveled in your matching black lacy underwear under him made his cock throb. throwing all of his clothes to the side, he grinded his bare cock against your panties. “need more.” you whined. he slides your underwear to the side and a string of moans erupt from your lips the moment his fat tip catches on your clit. he could feel your cunt squeeze on nothing, needing to be stuffed to the brim. 

although his raging dick was telling him to just thrust into that pretty little pussy, he held off. He quickly rids you of all your underwear, revealing those perky tits and sopping wet pussy. 

“you’re such’a whore. already so wet and i barely did anything,” gojo says he lifts your legs up so he can remove your soiled panties. “did’ya fantasize about this dick all day at work?” he asks, roughly spreading apart your legs so he can get a taste. “yes, ‘toru. I couldn’t get it off my mind and I wanted to get home as soon as I could to you,” you say, scooting up and away from him. “so how about you let me suck you off first,” you say with a sultry gaze, while getting on your knees.

he does not oppose this and is already leaning back on the headboard. you rest on your tummy and elbows in between the space of his spread out legs, with your legs up dangling in the air. you have a firm grip on the base of his thick cock and start to slowly stroke it. gojo lets out a hum of relief as you continue to use your hands. you look up at his face and his expressions as you experiment with different grip strength and pace. by the time you begin slapping his tip on the flat of your tongue, he already looks so adorably fucked-out. “b-baby, just put it in already,” he says, hands finding your hair and guiding you to his length. in an instant, you have him deep inside your throat where a long moan elicits from his lips. his hips couldn’t help but to buck up into your mouth, face-fucking you. 

focusing on the feeling of his thick cock thrusting down your throat, tears well up in your inner corners as your pussy drools with desire. gojo opens his eyes to take a look at his baby, who is doing her best to pleasure him, and sees your legs squeezing together, hoping for any sort of friction. he slides his slick cock from your mouth. “get on all fours, pretty girl.”  he says, while getting up to his feet and planting them at the edge of the bed. 

your heart is racing with excitement for what’s to come. your ass is high up in the air and your back is in a seductive arch. turning your head back to look at him, you see him pump his dick a few times before aligning himself with your wet entrance. the first thrust has you feeling weak as your form begins to break. “stay with me, baby,” gojo says, while giving you a mixture of fast shallow and deep thrusts to keep you on your toes. 

you can feel his cock buried so deep inside you, hitting your cervix. “r-relax a little, baby, s’fuckin’ tight,” he blurts out, head rolling back as he is catching his breath. gojo’s pace slows down for a bit to control his impending orgasm. growing impatient, you begin fucking yourself back on his dick. his hands grip your hips, knuckles white, trying to control the pace you’re rocking back into him. “b-baby, stop, don’t w-wanna cum yet.” he says, through gritted teeth, muscles all tense. 

“‘toru, just cum, i wanna feel it inside,” you say, rutting back as fast and hard as you could, leaving a creamy white ring at the base of his dick. after those words left your lips, gojo lets go of your hips, allowing you to control the pace as he chases his high. thick ribbony ropes of cum warm up your needy pussy. as he pulls out, his load also pours out. Knowing that he loves this view, you revert back to your original position by arching your ass up and keeping your face down, letting his thick cum run down your pussy and soiling the sheets underneath. “my good girl, ‘m gonna make you feel so good.” he says, massaging your ass, eyes never leaving your cunt. 

he turns you over on your back and pushes his dick inside, hissing at the overstimulation. “mm’ baby, we can take a minute for you to –” gojo interrupts you mid sentence to give you a passionate kiss. your tongues swirling inside as your arms circle around his neck to get him impossibly closer. he pulls away, both of your lips are red and swollen. “just lay back, ‘m gonna take care of my pretty girl.” he says, face only inches away from yours. 

he starts off painfully slow, letting your pussy feel every inch of him in this new positionn. once he bottoms out, he gives a few shallow thrusts just to hear your pussy sing with wet squelches. gojo moves your legs together and throws them over his shoulder as he begins to drill you at an insane speed. this quite literally knocks the air out of your lungs as you begin panting under him, fists grabbing the sheets for some support. he kisses your right ankle and has one arm holding your legs together and the other pressing down on your lower abdomen. a few more thrusts and you can feel yourself coming undone. once he moves his hand to thumb your clit in circles, you immediately cum. he feels your cunt spasming around his dick as he fucks you through it. “‘toru, ‘m cumming, s-so hard,” you say as your hands fly to his shoulders, holding on to him. “let it all out, baby. cum for me,” he says. 

coming down from your high, your eyelids begin to feel like lead. you drift off without even realizing it. you’re awoken with a warm towel against your skin, wiping off the caked essence and sweat on your lower half. “‘toru? ‘m sorry, how long was I out for?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. “just for about 10 minutes. rest a little longer and I'll get you when I’m done cleaning and have started the shower.” gojo was always so good with the aftercare. feeling so loved and cared for, the only thing on your mind was how grateful you are to have him. 

pulling him towards your bare body, you give him a warm hug. “thank you, ‘toru. you always take such good care of me. I love you s’much,” you say breathing in his scent. 

“of course. I’d do anything for my pretty baby.” gojo says, kissing the crown of your head.

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a/n: haha get it.. comfort me.. cum for me.. horny brain is working overtime today.

thanks for reading!

[deanscherrypie69]

Did it mean something? D.W𖧷

♡Dean Winchester X Female Reader♡

♡Warnings: Mentions of kissing, and language no use of Y/n. 18+ pls minors DNI!!!!!♡ please do not post my fics anywhere else expect tumblr, you have been warned!

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It had been a few days after Sam went to hell. Dean had lost his brother and you had lost your best friend that day. It was hard on you both. You didn't talk about it.

You both had been pushing your feelings down, about the whole situation, too scared to open up. Since Sam had been gone you and Dean had been hunting nonstop. It had been an easier way to cope with everything. Just pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

You And Dean had just finished vamp hunt and he offered to get food for you both.

After the hunt It had been raining like cats and dogs, you had been stuck in the hotel room trying to get a signal on the tv. "Come on!" You scream hitting the sides of the tv, it had been going out since the storm started, you sigh and run you hand across your face, when you were met with black and white static.

"Piece of shit-" You mutter kicking the bottom of the tv stand. You huff and sit on the edge of one of the motel beds.

You and Dean had been laying low for the past couple of days. You didn't hear from Bobby nor cas. You flop back onto the bed with a groan.

That was until the motel door swung open causing you to look over.

"Still nothing?" Dean questions throwing a white fastfood bag onto the little table in the kitchen.

"Nope." You say still looking at the ceiling.

You hear shuffling for a second, then you see the green eyed hunter standing over you with something wrapped in tinfoil. "Eat." He says placing it next to you.

You quickly sit up and grab the burger. You watch as Dean sits on the bed opposite bed across from you, he begins to unwrap the burger he had gotten both of you.

You watch as he bites into it, but you also noticed his wet hair. You watch him take two bites before looking in your direction.

Dean stops chewing the food in his mouth, "What?" He questions when he catches you stare at him.

"Nothing." You say.

Dean mumbles an 'ok' and continues to eat.

For some guy who had lost his brother he seems to be doing just fine. You get up from the bed, and walk into the kitchen, pulling out the chair you pull back the motel curtain, you stare out the window and watch the rain fall.

You missed Sam, he was your besfriend - besides Dean you thought, you and Dean were never really close it upset you, he never really talked to you about anything besides Sam. When you entered the room he'd go quite.

You never understood why.

You had been staring out the window for too long to notice the green eyed hunter sitting across from you.

"You really should eat."

His voice rumbles through your body. "I'm good." You say looking from the window and to the man that had been sitting across from you for god knows how long.

Dean sighs and leans back in the chair.

"You okay Dean?" You Hum crossing your arms over your chest.

"As good as i can be." He huffs through his nose, "I could ask you the same thing, I know loosing your bestfriend is hard." He says.

You roll your eyes, "He's your brother Dean."

Dean leans forward on the table his arms resting against the table. He nods his head, "We'll get him back." Dean says taking a deep breath, "We always do." He gets up from the table tapping his knuckles against the wood.

You notice the bruises that sit upon his knuckles, they were purple. He had gotten them trying to fight of a vampire, to save you.

"Sorry about that." You swallow, your eyes still focused on the purple.

Dean follows your gaze.

"Its nothing, happens." He says walking over to the fridge, he opens it pulling out two beers. He holds one up, He knew you weren't very much of a drinker. You hated beer. But why the hell not, right?

You get up from your chair and make your way over to Dean where he was leaning against the counter. He flicks the bottle top off and plops it in the sink behind him.

You copy his motion, you step beside him and plop the top into the sink.

You bring the bottle up to your lips, the bitter liquid runs down your throat. pullinging the bottle away, you notice Dean's eyes on yours.

"What?" You hiccup.

"Nothing," He says bringing the glass bottle up to his lips.

You begin to fidgit with the bottle, you were still facing the sink, staring down at the two bottle tops in the sink. "Do you ever think about it?" You hum.

Dean turns his head in confusion, "Think about..? he questions, you noticed the confusion in his voice.

You take a deep breath, "Getting out, hunting. And living a normal life."

Dean stares down at his bottle, "All the time." Dean sighs.

He had called one of his lovers, Lisa hoping to rekindle something with her now that Sam was gone, she said yes. Dean was supposed to leave by morning.

But Dean didn't know if he wanted too, it would leave you alone and he knew that you were counting on him to be there.

You sigh.

You could see Dean shifing in his spot. What was he thinking about you wonder?

You place the beer bottle down on the counter, making your way over to the bed. The staic looking on the tv fills your ears.

"Do you think about it?" Dean asks putting his bottle next to yours. He strieds over to the bed and sits next to you.

Talking a shaky breath, you turn to face the green eyed man. "No." Dean watches you fiddle with your fingers, as he waits for you to contiue, "I never saw myself settling down, or getting out of this life, it's not for me. This is my life. There's no changing that."

Dean nods at your words.

You look up to find the man looking at you. His eyes searching your face, going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

It all happened to fast, Dean's lips on yours you his on his shirt, urging him to take it off.

This was wrong, you thought. You never felt this way about him. He was so mysterious, he never let you in on anything that happened to him, it was always Sam filling you in.

You both could barely be in a room together without one of you leaving because of the awkwardness.

But maybe it was Dean putting up a guard to try and protect you. He knew you didn't belong in this life, hunting and killing things. It just wasn't right for you.

You're different you aren't like him or Sam. And that's what Dean liked.

You were bought out of your thoughts when Dean nipped your ear causing you to squeal. "everything okay?" Dean questions looking up. You were straddling him.

His lips were pink and swollen from the kissing.

You quickly nod and grab his face, pressing your lips against his.

- - You had been woken up by a pounding on the door, you shoot up out of the bed, your eyes still trying to adjust from the light that was coming through the window.

You quickly pull the covers from your body, cold air hits your skin, you were naked. "Shit." You mumble, the pouding on the door didn't stop.

You looking over on the side of your bed where you were hoping to find Dean but he was gone. A bad feeling washed over you when you slide you t-shirt over your head.

You smelt him everywhere. In your skin in your hair. He was everywhere but no where all at once.

Putting the last leg into your jean's you fling open the door.

You were met with an old lady and a cleaning cart, "Room service!" She smiles, squeezing past you with her cart. You close the door behind you.

You quickly rush over to the bathrrom, maybe he'd just been in there, but you were met with a dark room. His duffle bag was gone. You swallow hard.

You walk back into the kitchen to find the beer bottles still sitting on the counter. Everything was gone, he was gone.

Tears form in your eyes. You grab your socks and shoes, and your coat that had been on the back of the chair in the kitchen chair.

You do a quick run through of the room to make sure you weren't missing anything.

Turing your head over your shoulder you had noticed the tv wasn't static anymore, an episode of 'Dr sexy' Was playing on the screen.

The cleaning lady had made her way over to the kitchen area, throwing away the bottles you and Dean had drank out of earlier.

You sigh and fish the hotel key out of your pocket before setting it down on the table.

You shut the door of the motel behind you, you fish out your phone and scroll through your contacts.

You click on the name before letting it ring a few times.

"Hey Bobby, care to give a girl a lift?"

[rebornologist]

Hello~ may I request the dirty talk headcanons for Dino, Hibari and Xanxus? Thanks in advance♡

Squalo is a bonus bc I think someone dropped an ask including him in my inbox and I banished it...... alas, might as well bc the rest of the characters overlapped w/ this ask. Thank you for asking me to write the most embarrassing blocks of text in my LIFE

♡ Dirty Talk w/ Dino, Hibari, Squalo, & Xanxus ✧

warnings: nasty. nsf/t. I genuinely get so embarrassed writing these bc nah wtf is this. breeding. swearing. praise. degradation. D/s dynamics. Xanxus is rude as hell.

✧ Dino Cavallone

He’s a sweetheart through and through pleaseeee he is very well-mannered, would never engage in any kind of degradation, only has the sweetest praises, and has an interesting.. thing about cum.

“Nngh.. haahh.. baby please, you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop-fuck!” His chest heaves, breathing ragged as he tenses, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm crashes over him. He’s left panting, legs feeling wobbly, and seeing stars in the edges of his vision as he cups your face and leans in for the sweetest kiss.

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“Tell me how much you want it.. how much you want my cum.. how you want me to put a baby in you, pleasepleaseplease yesyesyes,” he picks up the pace slightly as he chases that high, firmly rutting them into you, deep and unrelenting, as if he was actually trying to achieve what he was babbling about. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a breathy whine as he scrambles to unwrap your legs from around his waist. His hips stutter as he moves to hook his arms under your legs and push your knees down into a mating press. He wants nothing more in that moment than to ensure that he spills himself as deep in you as he can, because he likes to keep his promises, of course.

✧ Hibari Kyoya

I am biased b/c my favourite take on Hibari (next to acearo Hibari) is the one who’s secretly a service top in disguise. One who shows tough love, but has mellowed out with age and is fairly domestic (though still quite icy) at the end of the day. Taking his affinity for the small, often overlooked, but resourceful creatures, and extending that to what he likes in his partners. Something about being called, “little one”, by him... drools.

He often takes on quite the authoritative tone, and it’s literally the sexiest thing I’m sosorry y’all. Hibari is initially not as talkative, fairly quiet during sex, aside from giving instructions, and some small comments and mostly matter-of-fact statements. He can and will be convinced to include more praise and/or degradation in the bedroom, though it confuses him at first. He doesn’t understand why his partner would want him to purposefully shit talk them, and he was sure that he praises them enough, straightforwardly, when appropriate. It finally clicks when he sees how they absolutely melt for a simple “good pet,” or how they tense and squirm for him when he calls them a “pathetic hole, so desperate to be filled.”

“Patience, dove..” He mumbles, barely above a whisper, as he finishes tying off the last of the restraints. You’re already leaking and dripping down your thighs for him in the build up, the anticipation swimming laps in the pit of your stomach. The way he speaks as if nothing’s happened just makes you ache more.

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“Do you want it? Hmmpf. Tell me what you want. Use your words,” is closest he will get to cooing at you, when he’s firmly demanding that you explicitly describe just how you want him, encouraging the most obscene words to spill from your trembling lips. A calloused hand grabs you by the jaw, turning your head to face him and look him in the eyes, and you feel your face burning in embarrassment.

✧ Superbia Squalo

Cocky bastard. Has no shame. Ego through the roof. You know this guy talks.

“D’ya like that? Yeah? Yeah, I can tell- fuck, the way you squeeze around me when I do this.. you gonna cum? Gonna make a mess, huh?” He exhales in such a way that it’s almost a chuckle, grinning ear to ear as he watches you squirm under him and reach your peak, not stopping what he’s doing until you’re twitching and tearing up, begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive to bear it anymore.

"Too much? You didn't think it'd be too much when you were rubbing me so desperately through my pants, huh? Open that smart mouth for me, darling." You hate that the only times he uses pet names is to mock you, and you hate that you're too holes-for-brains to do anything but obey when he gets sassy with you.

✧ Xanxus

Not much of a talker, and honestly is usually pretty rude. The only times he really says much is if you specifically ask him to talk dirty to you. If you don’t ask for it ahead of time, he’s very much a guy who speaks just to give instructions, and maybe warn you that he’s gonna bust.. and to prepare yourself for round two.. and three.. and f-

“Shut up, fuck.. lift your ass up.. ngh, finally making yourself useful,” he grumbles as he roughly fills you again, calloused hands gripping your waist roughly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow morning. “A bunny for breeding, is what you are..”

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“Cum,” he instructs, short nails digging into the plush of your hips as he moves you, dragging you over his cock. “Right fuckin’ now, or else.” And you do. You shake in his hold and your walls spasm around him, because it feels so damn good, and because you know that if you don’t follow his command, he won’t give you another chance to reach your own high.

[ambrozjas]

Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

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THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

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1609 words, 8588 characters

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈ ｡ﾟ

saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[weeping-statue]

May I request sniper x g/n reader? Just cozy comfort, as reader has had a stressful busy week. Just sniper inviting them into his van and letting them cuddle up to him in bed =^,^= (not projecting whatsoever...........

Hey anon! Ty so much for requesting (∩˃o˂∩)♡ had quite a bit of fun doing this!! And please self project all you want cause that’s what we do here (>᎑<๑)

(Ps: inbox is till open! Idv works are heavily wanted by me rn so please!!)

Warnings: Swearing/cursing, fluff!

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It was an extremely.. EXTREMELY.. long day. Killing, yelling, arguing, running. It never ends. But there’s always a way to get by it. Especially when you find your own slice of paradise in this ‘hell’.

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5:21pm..

In the middle of 2fort, sitting on the desk in the basement protecting the briefcase, you idly scrolled your phone. Letting engineer set up the machines.

Bing!..

A notification.. from sniper! He seemed to be having it rough as well, being targeted by the enemy sniper every time he walks. His message went something like,

“Yo! Bloody wankers are pissing me off, can’t move two feet before I get a bullet to the skull. Say after this is over, we ditch these idiots and hang in the van?”

You laughed a bit, replying with a “hell yeah! Wouldn’t miss an opportunity to spend my time with my favorite sniper.”

It was silent on his end for a minute until you got a, “Shut up..”

You would’ve laughed again, but engineers sentry went off, which meant it’s time to get back into the action.

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8:10pm..

You walked up the gravel path to snipers van, the rocks crunching under your feet. Shivering a bit as you continued, the cold air of coming winter flowed through. Though, it wasn’t long until you got to the destination, knocking twice on the doors. It took a minute, hearing shuffling about in there until the doors carefully opened. Sniper peaking his head out to make sure it was you.

He coughed and opened the doors fully, “Oh, it’s just you. Good. I’ve uh, been waiting for ya. Cleaned up the place too, so uh…”

You waved him off, stepping inside. “You didn’t have too, you know I’m fine with a mess, I mean.. look around at the building.”

Sniper closed the doors, with a huff to cover his laugh.

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8:42pm..

Sniper was lying down on his makeshift bed, which was quite comfortable in his opinion. Listening to the radio while you made yourself comfortable. Throwing your shoes and jacket in the corner, and flopping down next to him. Snipper looked over at you, and wrapped his arm around your mid section, pulling you into him.

He let out a sigh when you made contact, content with everything. “Can’t remember the last time I got to hold you right. Always passing out right after matches..” he paused. “You.. know I love you right? I never stopped loving you, and I’m sorry we’re a little distant..”

You rolled over to face him, on your side, and let your fingers find his face. Gently caressing his cheek. A light smile on your face. “Of course I do. I never stopped loving you either. It’s just a little rough right now and we needed a break. If anything, I think this brings us closer. Knowing how much we want to be with one another.”

He nodded and leaned into your touch, his palm meeting the back of your hand, interlacing fingers. Bringing your palm to his lips, giving a small kiss. “I know.. just miss you is all..”

You had to agree, you missed him too. But you’re both tired, and just being held by him was enough for now. “In the morning, we’ll make it up to each other. Promise.”

Sniper shifted so that you were spooning, and closed his eyes. The radio playing softly in the background lulling you both to sleep. But not before he mumbled, “I love you, so fucking much..”

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Sorry if it’s buns guys, i tried😔 but i hope you liked it!

Please don’t steal my work :( and thank you for reading!

[saey707]

Hello I love your work and I saw you opened up requests for the Heartsteal boys so I was wondering if I could request a scenario/short with Kayn and a significant other with a self harm problem/tendencies, only if you're comfortable and not too busy of course. Anyway have a good day!

✿ Prompt: Kayn worries about you ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: self harm ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hi there! I hope all is well on your end!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) Thank you for your request! My inbox is a bit flooded right now from all the Heartsteel requests, so being busy is unavoidable! ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა I hope I was able to convey Kayn's love clearly in this one. Hope you enjoy! ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊˚

After Kayn discovered you had severe depression and anxiety, his attitude towards you changed. Sure, the witty remarks and the occasional teasing never went away, but Kayn eased up. The last thing he wants to do is make you feel bad if he accidentally says the wrong thing (which he has done on several occasions before finding out...). As a result, he began to speak to you in a gentler tone and would frequently ask you how you were feeling.

Kayn absolutely hates it whenever you're upset. If there is one thing he always wants to assure, it's that you're happy and well.

It can be difficult for him to understand how you're feeling, given he has a... different sort of mental illness. But when he has his rather infrequent outbursts as Rhaast, he understands how isolating mental illness can make a person feel. He doesn't want you to feel that way.

"You didn't... today, did you?" Kayn always beat around the bush with potential trigger words, but that wouldn't stop him from asking, all in an effort to assure you weren't hurting yourself.

"No." You respond quietly, Kayn breathing a sigh of relief. He dropped down on the couch beside you, shutting his eyes as he began to ease against you, leaning on your arm.

"You know I worry about you-" "You shouldn't."

Biting his tongue, Kayn turned to you, confusion written in his expression. In a way, he sometimes didn't understand why you shut him out. And that can be a bit frustrating.

But for you, he was willing to be a bit patient.

"You know you can talk to me, right? We've been together for years now." He pointedly spoke, watching as you hesitated and turned yourself away from him. Your back faced him, and he could do nothing more than stare.

Slowly, he reached forward, pressing his chest against your back, pulling you into his embrace. You looked up at him, watching him pepper your face with kisses. Lowering your head, you turned again, wrapping your arms delicately around him.

"I just want us to be honest with one another." He mumbled against the top of your head. You hum in response, pulling back ever so slightly.

"I did." He was confused with what you just said... Well, until it hit him. His wide eyes softened, watching as you pulled down your sleeve, revealing the freshly bandaged cuts that ran along your inner arm.

You hid these scars and cuts from him. You hid them from everyone. You put them in a place where nobody would be able to see them. Because to you, they became the most personal part of yourself. A piece of your vulnerability and weakness.

But Kayn didn't think it was a weakness. To him, it was a sign of your strength. It was the most personal parts of yourself, revealed to him out of your trust and faith in him.

For that, he couldn't help but love you more. He couldn't help but have a deeper desire to take care of you, and never let you go a day thinking he would betray your trust in him.

Kayn's fingers wrapped around your wrist, slowly lifting your arm to reveal the myriad of scars that littered your arm from the distal portion of your shoulder down to your forearm.

His lips pressed against each one of them, eyes occasionally lingering up to ensure he was permitted to do this. You let him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his cheek pressing gently against your forearm.

"Loved."

[cowboycherry]

☆ || pain in my teeth!

summary! // tasm! peter parker x autistic! reader who has some very prominent and unfortunate sensory issues regarding a certain super suit.

inclusions/warnings! // gender of reader is not specified. reader’s sensory issues make their teeth hurt to a point where they have to use a stimulation (in the form of a rubber straw) to make it better, peter feels guilty about it which then causes reader’s empathy sensitivity to spike, reader says i love you and peter says it back, i don’t know how to end a fluffy blurb!! <3 no use of ‘y/n’ but uses of baby, sweetheart (for reader) and pete, petey (for peter) i wrote this based on my personal experiences with autism, so it may not be something that every person experiences!

not proofread! // please let me know if there are any mistakes/things that i should work on! and my inbox is open for any requests, or just a chat!

possession! // all of my work is my own. do not copy, translate, or repost any of my writing.

word count! // 700+

enjoy my lovelies! <3

。 ♡ 。　　♡。　　♡ {peter’s version}

peter honestly wasn’t sure what had happened to get to this point.

about 3 seconds ago you were fine, basking in his spider-man awesomeness and doting on him being the “coolest and best boyfriend ever!” and now you’re making a scrunchy face and uncomfortable noises.

because of his spider senses (but actually because he is the best boyfriend ever and knows what you’re feeling before you can even comprehend it), he jumps into action. as he moves closer to hold you and ask what’s wrong, what had suddenly changed to make you upset, you hold a hand up to stop him.

he frowns slightly, “are you okay? what happened, baby?” you shake your head in response.

“i’ve never felt your suit before.”

he completely stops, confused for a moment as to why that has anything to do with this and then it clicks. the texture.

you’ve always been super irritated by textures: velvet, corduroy, silks, and many many others. while you aren’t quite sure what horrendous type of spandex fabric peter’s blue and red superhero costume was made out of, you know that it hurts. badly.

“just made my teeth hurt really bad, ‘s okay, though. ‘m okay now, pete.” you try to smile widely at him to let him know that it’s fine but you cringe and purse your lips again as you watch him as he removes the suit hurriedly, ridding the thing causing you to not touch him.

“no! i, ugh! i should’ve thought about it and let you feel the suit a little bit first before i hugged you like that, sweetheart, i’m sorry.”

you shake your head fervently, mumbling assurances that it’s fine as you begin to bite onto the silicone straw in your cup to reduce the aching of your teeth. “really it’s fine! it just… threw me off. y’know how i am, pete. but it’s better now! my teeth aren’t even hurting anymore!” they definitely were, but you can’t stand to see him feel so guilty about something that isn’t his fault.

he throws a t-shirt over his head (one that he knows you never have a problem with) and he strides towards the bed. “i still feel bad, though. ‘specially ‘cause i know you well enough to know that they’re still hurting.” he grumbles as he lays next to you, covering his face with a pillow.

you reach behind you, still chewing on your straw, to rub a hand across his stomach. “really ‘s okay, peter! i’ll be fine in a minute. just please don’t feel bad.” your voice sounds a little strained with worry and that makes him feel even worse knowing that he’s affecting your empathy sensitivity as well.

“okay. okay, it’s fine. you’re okay. can i touch you, please?” his voice is dulcet as he whispers to you. you nod, humming in relief when you feel his hands settle on your hips.

your teeth finally rid of their ache after a few more minutes, and you turn to peter with a frown on your face. “no, no baby, why that face?” he pouts, rushing his hands to cover your cheeks and try to rub the frown away.

you mimic his pout, mumbling through his palms, “oou wor ‘sposed to tae me to swang frew da cidy!”

he giggles and removes his hands, “one more time?”

you crack a little smile, still frowning slightly.

“you were supposed to take me to swing through the city, petey! and now you can’t because ‘m sensitive!” you throw yourself dramatically onto the bed with a wail.

“oh.” he pauses for a minute as he turns to face you. “well, we could… go without my suit? like to somewhere where there aren’t many people or we could go at night! or! i could just wear the mask, then you don’t have to touch the whole suit!”

your heart swells at the boy in front of you. he’s so so sweet and you know that he’d do anything for you, and you would do the same for him.

“i think that sounds really nice, peter. i love you, by the way. thanks for always putting up with me.” you snuggle into his warmth, wrapping you fingers into his hair as you kiss little pecks onto his skin.

“yeah, ‘f course, baby.” you can hear his grin through your kisses. “i love you too.”

[truetogaia]

“Hold me, please”

Pairing: Na’vi!Jake Sully x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Notes: Yet another really small drabble I just finished, just for my own enjoyment as I wanted to depict Jake as this caring, loving and charismatic boy that he is <3 

Synopsis: Reader awoke from a terrible, haunting nightmare only to face a relentless storm, they scramble to get a hold of their mate. When Jake sees the despair and fear in readers' eyes, he pulls them close and comforts them lovingly.

WARNINGS: mentions of panic attack, nightmares, thunder and so on <3

Word count: about 500 I believe, so it really is just a short imagine ♡

Reblogs and support greatly appreciated, kisses ♡

The steady rumbling of thunder made you jump, waking you instantly. The nightmare that tainted your slumber haunted your mind, engulfing you like water. You felt as if you were drowning, in fear and physically. Jake’s sleeping form was sprawled out on the bed-like carpet beside you, snoring away without a worry in the world. Your hand shook mercilessly as you reached after your mate, desperate to get into the warmth of his hold. 

He stirred in his sleep, mumbling a few words before going back to those echoing snores. Your heartbeat was fast, too fast, you needed to calm down before you spiraled into a panic attack. Heavy tears poured from your eyes as silent sobs ripped from your body, your cheeks were prickled with salty tears as the flow didn’t stop. The feeling of  a strong arm wrapping itself around your waist and pulling you closer made you stop for just a moment. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” The drowsy voice of your mate only lured more tears and sobs from your throat. You felt pathetic, shameful and embarrassed. Why did you make such a big deal out of nothing? Thunder was a completely natural thing, it was even something you normally found soothing, but in this moment, it was too much. You cried harder as your partner brought you into a warm hug, embracing your quivering figure, an expression of worry setting on his features.

“Hey, darling. Come on, talk to me. What happened?” You cried harder into his chest, his arms wrapping themselves to securely rest around your trembling form. He couldn't quite decipher the words you produced through your hicks and snivels, but he tried his best, slowly rubbing your back with his hands. Once you had calmed down a bit, he carefully placed a hand on your cheek, lifting your face up to meet his gaze. 

You smiled meekly, eyes puffy and red from the abusing tears. Jake pressed gentle pecks to your forehead, showering you with praises and words of affirmation.

“I love you, you know that?” You nodded as he reached a hand to dry your tear stained cheeks. “You’re my girl, my amazing, beautiful, strong girl.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck as a giggle slipped past your lips. His heart tingled at the noise, and once again, he was peppering your soft skin with loving kisses. You squirmed, chuckling silently when he reached the ticklish areas of your neck. 

His head soon found its place on your chest, a distinct hum of approval escaping his lips as your fingers drew shapes and circles on his forearms, digits occasionally running through his silky hair, playing with it. The soft thunder soon regained its soothing effect, lulling the two of you into a deep slumber, bodies pressed against each other in a loving manner, creating a safe, protecting bubble.

Hope you all are having an amazing evening, if you ever need anything , like a place to vent or just some comfort, my inbox is always open ♡

[sukiitoru]

Hi! So I was thinking about ren like finding out his s/o was learning piano just so the s/o could play along with him when he does 😭

Its just so cute pls

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting such a cute idea! I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this, I was very busy for a while, but now I'm trying my best to finish everything in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy it ♡

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Ren based on his character online and not of the person behind his vtuber avatar, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji iluna, Ren zotto.

Pairing: Ren zotto x Reader.

Category: fluff, Ren sulking.

Together.

Ren huffed gently resting his cheek on his fist, staring at the screen of his laptop silently at the message history between him and his s/o.

It was the fifth time his s/o canceled on their hanging out date in a month, they would agree to go out together, but then they would cancel at last minute saying they were busy and apologizing.

At first Ren didn't mind it he was also busy a lot of the time, but he always tried to make time for his partner, and when he finally cleared his schedule, it was his s/o's turn to be busy.

He wasn't mad at his partner, just frustrated, it had been too long since he was saw them and hung out with them, just simply laugh about dumb things together, lean against their shoulder while watching a silly movie that gets forgotten when they fall asleep against each other.

He just missed them in general but gave them space without complaining, that's what his

s/o always did when he was busy after all, and that what gave him patience.

"Just give them space man, you get busy sometimes too y'know?" Kyo hummed out over discord call, trying to comfort a sulking Ren, it's been a week than the last failed date attempt, Ren has been calling his s/o and chatting regularly, but the fact that they couldn't meet made him sulk.

"I know I just miss them" Ren huffed gently, lips forming into a pout as he rested his head against his desk.

"I'm sure they feel the same way when you're busy too, and they were always supportive of you so do the same for them!" Aster chimed in, with an encouraging tone, Ren releasing a deep sigh at his words.

"Damn, if they were busy half the time I was I would die, I can't understand how they can bare it" the male whined, shoulder slouching as he played with a strand of his hair.

The sudden ringing of his phone snapped Ren out of his sulking, the name of the caller making him almost drop the phone as he quickly muted his discord call after mumbling a quick 'brb' to his friends and answering.

"Hello?" Came out the voice of Ren's s/o from the phone, Ren feeling his lips tilt upwards at their voice.

"Hey babe! how are you?" Ren hummed out, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger, feeling like a highschool girl when his s/o chuckled softly at his excited tone.

"I'm doing good, hope you're doing well too, are you free today?" They asked in a slightly skeptical voice, Ren can already imagine their eyebrows furrowing slightly and their head tilting slightly as they fidgeted with anything that was in arm's reach.

"Yeah? Why do you ask, you have something exciting planned for today?" Ren asked, hearing a faint 'yes!' from the other side of the call, before they cleared their throat, Ren grinning widely as he chuckled softly.

"Well I was thinking, maybe you can come over and I can show you what I've been busy with for the last couple of weeks" they mumbled softly, scared of Ren rejecting the idea, quickly continuing to talk.

"I know I've been super busy, and it was rude of me to not try emptying my schedule for our dates but I just wanted to surprise you, and to do that I had to finish stuff quickly, I'm sorry, I really want to see you, so can you please come over?" They stopped rambling and took a deep breath, waiting for Ren's answer.

"Of course I'm coming over! Give me like half an hour and I'll be there" Ren answered quickly his heart beating quickly in his chest, s/o humming happily, after the quick exchange of goodbyes he closed the call.

Ren unmuted his mic and took a huge breath, Kyo who was laughing at something aster said paused to hear with the horned boy had to say.

"So?" Kyo asked waiting for Ren to say anything, the male in question trying to not squeal as he took in huge breaths.

"Ohhh, I think I know who called!" Aster said excitedly with a giggle, Ren could imagine him wiggling his eyebrows with a wide grin on his face.

"Uhhh, so they just called and suddenly I have a date to go to sooo, I'll talk to you guys later" Ren said quickly leaving call, the sound of Kyo and Aster laughing cutting off suddenly as he left call and got up quickly, tripping over his feet as he grabbed a random hoodie and threw it on, placing his phone and keys in his pocket as he left his house locking the door behind him and speed walking towards his partner's house.

He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, maybe the excitement to see his lover, or just simply the thought of them working for weeks on something just for him to see.

After about a 15 minute walk, Ren arrived at s/o's house, his cheeks were red from his pace as he took in huge breaths, trying to mentally prepare himself before ringing the doorbell.

The door opened after a few seconds, Ren being greeted by the biggest smile, as his s/o took his hand gently pulling him inside and closing the door.

Not being able to stand still for a moment longer, the male pulled s/o into a tight hug, nuzzling into their shoulder as his arms wrapped around their waist tightly, a small pout forming on his face as his partner chuckled softly patting his back gently.

"I missed you way too much, let's never do that again" Ren huffed as he pulled away slightly to stare at the face he missed so much.

"I'm sorry Renny, I promise not to be so busy anymore" they chuckled pecking his cheek gently before moving to grab his hand again dragging the male towards their Art studio with an excited smile on their face.

"Well, I am definitely very excited now" the male smiled, holding his partner's hand tighter, as they opened the door to the art studio and pulled Ren inside.

The first thing to grab his attention was the grand piano that was pushed into the corner closest to the window, something that he knows for sure wasn't there before.

He turned to look at his excited significant other, who moved towards the piano and sitting on bench patting the space next to them.

"You told me once that you wished we could play together sooo, would you do me the honor of playing the piano with me?" They asked gently cheeks flushed as they smiled at Ren, who gave them a big smile back moving to sit next to them and kiss their head gently.

"Of course love, it would simply be an honor to play together with you"

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.

[soulcaging]

  ➠ ♡@universalcarnival  said :     ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ~Susie

PLATONIC SENTENCE STARTERS. ( accepting. )

the usual deadpan look on kris's face shifts a little, a smile cracking as they tilt their head a little to fully look at her, red eyes peeking through brown bangs like curtains.

" aw, susie... " their voice shows a softness to it -- though knowing them, there's no doubt a level of saccharine exaggeration to it despite how mellow it is. " ... that's gross. "

they snicker a little, though the softness never leaves them. instead, fingers graze the grass they sit on, picking a few blades.

" ... thanks. i like being around you, too. idiot. "

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ is it cringe? Probably! But I just needed some angst in my life ^^

I'll respond to my inbox tomorrow, rn I'm going to sleep mua <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @virtualpoison @miguelito-maruti-blog @qxmmi

TW: mental breakdown, mentions of suicidal thoughts

Ena looked at the screen of tablet under her sore hand. She was drawing for 12 hours straight already and she still saw so many flaws in everything on that drawing...

"(It's all so unbelievably ugly!!)"

She thought as tears of annoyence and vulnerability began collecting in her eyes. She gripped the pen tighter, harshly moving her hand, reading and drawing new items to the drawing, changing colors, shading, everything! Yet when she looked, there was still one single thought in her mind...

"(It's useless, useless, USELESS!!!!)"

She finally let out loud groan of annoyence and threw the pen to the desk smashing it into pieces.

"Oh god no, no, no, no...!!"

Realizing what she did, with shaky hands she reached towards pen parts.

"I-I can still fix it... it costed too much too-"

But her try to repair the pen only ended up on complete disaster... little parts scattered around ground, making it impossible for her to find her.

"GODDAMMIT!!!"

She yelled and threw the pen away, this time on floor, not caring about smashing it anymore as tears made it's way out.

"Useless, useless, useless..."

She mumbled to herself as a charm as she came over to a mirror, looking at herself. Her hair messy from constans pulling and going through when she draw and second ago when she had her little tantrum.

She noticed tears going down her cheek, making her furrow her eyebrows even more. She was look so pathetic... it's not how she was supposed to look!

"I'm so..."

Her eyes fell to what was under desk... noticing most of the small and bigger parts of the pen scattered all around...

"useless..."

Then her eyes moves to her tablet before she made it's way towards it.

"Is that the secret?! Do I need to stop being useless for my drawings to finally be decent...!?"

She cried out holding her tables in her hands, as her body moved lower and lower... untill her knees finally hit the cold floor.

"(This is so useless... I'm so useless... This... life... is useless...)"

She thought to herself words that could never be spoken out loud by her...

Was it all exaggerated by her? Yes, most likely. But she simply got tired of constantly not being enough... It's not a bad thing, right?

She just wanted... to matter... to be at least decent... to not be such a failure...

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[hlvstia]

can you write a fic about yachi maybe some angst to comfort but it has to have comfort at the end !

— hanahaki, yachi.

wsp y’all!! haven’t been here for a while :) can’t wait to get back into writing <33 also, been wanting to write more kpop one shots :o and still marvel ofc! lmk what y’all want next by submitting in my inbox.

UNDER RE WRITING CUZ BITCH ASS TMBLR 😭 i know there’s repeats in this

pair : yachi x fem!reader ( men dni plsss )

“[y/n], there’s this manager in my volleyball and she’s just… so pretty. i think i like her,” her bright voice lit up the room, but for you? oh, you were aching so bad.

you felt nothing but this aching pain in this heart, your throat feeling like there was something stuck in there. simply, your heart was heart because of her.

“that’s great, yachi… but excuse me. i’m gonna use the restroom,” giving a quick smile, you ran to the bathroom, shutting it behind you.

‘shit!’

your heart was racing each second, your hands clutching your chest.

why did she have to like another person, other than you?

“shit, shit, shit—” you mumbled, facing yourself towards the toilet as you began to cough; but it was unusual. the object that came out of you were flowers? but, they were lillies. which resembled a lost loved one, normally they were used for death but losing yachi felt like death to you.

“[y/n]? are you okay?” yachi knocked on the door, putting her ear against the door. “uh, yeah! i’m okay… just cleaning up.” you lied through your teeth, flushing the toilet as you washed yourself up.

opening the door, you were greeted by a concerned yachi. “i heard you coughing a lot… just wanted to check up on you.” her hands placed on your shoulder, rubbing them softly. “i’m fine, trust me…” you pushed her hands off, giving her a fake smile.

❦

“could you help me out today? volleyball is taking an off day, we kinda need it…” you and yachi were beside each other, walking towards the city bus stop. “sure! but aren’t you suppose to help kageyama and hinata?” you questioned, sitting down.

“i was suppose to, but they’re busy with a team dinner.”

“you aren’t going?”

“no, i’d rather stay in and catch up on grades…” she looked gloomy, more than usual. “what’s wrong?” you threw an arm around her, giving her an assuring pat. “it’s kiyoko… i think she likes tanaka.”

yk per se, you were quite happy that kiyoko possibly likes tanaka— but again, you’re suppose to be yachi’s friend, and actually comfort the poor girl.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay… people are going to move on, and plus, she missed out on a huge deal. you’re so perfect, and you deserve the most perfect partner ever,” you whispered, comforting her. “you really think so, [y/n]?” she wiped her tears, looking up to meet your eyes. “i really do think so, yachi. you’ll find someone soon…”

and you wished that ‘someone’ was you. but beggers can’t be choosers, sadly.

♡

“here, wrap this around you.” your hands grazed against her shoulders, placing the coat around her body. “thank you, but what about you?” questioning, her head turned towards you— it was cute, seeing her nose and cheeks with a pink tint. “i’ll be okay! i’m gonna have to leave in a bit anyways. i got practice in a bit!” you giggled, balancing your weight on the arms as they were placed on the concrete.

“oh, for what?”

“i play the guitar, yachi. i’m in a band with my friends.”

for some reason, she was shocked— that you had the courage to actually play an instrument, let alone an instrument that requires good finger work and memory. “what’s with that look?” you arched an eyebrow, flicking her forehead. “i’m only shocked because i was wondering why your arms were so… masculine? which i love, of course…” her cheeks grew even more pinker than before, looking away to hide her face.

“well? don’t be shy and kiss me. i’m about to leave, idiot.”

to think of it, it was very bold of you to say, considering the both of you were only in the talking stage, or at least, ‘wanting to be more than friends’ stage. “w-what?”

rolling your eyes, you used your free hand to grab her jaw and pull her lips towards yours, exchanging a spark. she closed her eyes as she became more comfortable within, tugging on your shirt to pull you more closer.

and without words, you pulled away, smiling over at the fact how shy she was being right now. “maybe we can continue this later, see ya.”

“bye…”

[orphic-musings]

Characters: Childe x gn! reader, ft. Teucer

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None except ig Childe’s real name lol, written in like 15 minutes

Summary: After spending the evening at a Shnezhnayan festival with Childe and his brother, night finally draws in. But that doesn’t mean the fun has to end!

Notes: O.M.G! Me posting???? Noooo way. (I know I have requests n stuff in my inbox but school has just been weighing me down sm i haven’t had the motivation to write a n y t h i n g. until tonight.) I have seen so much Childe angst out there lately so I decided I needed to write him some fluff! And since it’s winter and he’s a snowy boi… well… This is very self-indulgent and actually written based on a very vivid memory from my youth that I’m very fond of, and I know in many parts of the world winters do not necessarily mean cold weather and snow and frost and that beautiful twinkling white everywhere… so I hope I can share some of that experience!! <3333

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Your fingers are numb, so are your toes, and your cheeks ache from the upwards arc of your lips. Nothing about this moment could be any more perfect. The lights from the Shnezhnayan festival are still bright with their warm glow, even as the crowd dwindles. Though you stand now in a park away from the cozy tents and bonfires, you don’t feel cold. Not when your chest is full of laughter, and your body warm from playing with Childe and Teucer. Your hearty laughs continue as a hunk of snow hits your coat sleeve. You clamp down a fistful of snow, briefly shaping it before lobbing it forward. Teucer giggles as he nearly escapes it, only to be hit square in the chest from another thrown by Ajax.

With bright faces and rosy cheeks, the three of you grin at each other, pants coming out as visible puffs. Your gazes fixes on Childe, the way snowflakes hug his eyelashes and kiss his face. Teucer sniffles loudly, swiping his sleeve across his nose. Only the mumblings of wind and labored breaths can be heard as the festival’s music stopped a while ago. It’s late, most certainly past Teucer’s bedtime, and most people have already gone home. But the three of you remain a little longer. The blueish snow glitters strikingly in the night, and you look up to the moonlit sky.

“Look,” Ajax says, looking up as well. Now the three of you stand, heads facing straight up, faces in awe. Behind some thin clouds, the stars begin to make themselves visible, dancing on a backdrop of deep blue velvet. All seems to go still, but the smiles never drop from your faces.

Every moment this evening you’ve been filled with an overflowing happiness and comfort, that you can’t help let spill out, across your face and all around you. In fact, you’ve seen nothing but happy faces at the festival, with warm drinks and lively music, kids with cookies and crafts, and a bright atmosphere for this cold winter night. Somehow, your smile grows bigger at the thought. Even during these cold and dark days, even with all the stress, you can still find happiness and gratitude, you can still make your own warmness, and share it with others. Your heart settles in your chest, like it’s settling under a mountain of blankets, perfectly cozy a content. And it pumps that feeling through your veins.

As you look back down from the stars, you find Childe at your side, hand intertwined with yours, and with Teucer’s on the other side. You nestle your head into his neck for a moment, and he gently squeezes your hand. If only you could see the pure affection pouring from his eyes. And as time seems to stop for just a moment, this memory is froze within all of you, to look back on in dark and lonely nights. Then, Child leads both you and Teucer back home. And you walk in the beauty of this magical winter night.

[knlfed]

you can’t keep doing this to yourself. -Ophelia to Eight

  ۟. ♡               ៶       what  an  easy  thing  to  SAY  .  looks  down  at  the  OTHER   through  CRACK  of  light  that  the  small  opening  lets  in  ,  leaning  into  the  wall  next  to  his  door  like  it's  his  LIFESUPPORT  .  fatigue  is  a  heavy  BLANKET  on  his  shoulders   ;   would  love  to  do  NOTHING  more  than  to  succumb  to  it  ,  but  her  soft  VOICE  of  concern  rings  out  .  what  an  EASY  thing  to  say  .   it's  always  easy  to  say  the  right  THING  to  him  ,  he  supposes  .           ❛      go  away  opie   ,    ❜        a  lowly  mumble  ,  trying  not  to  let  the  LIGHT  of  the  hallway  blind  him  .    (   oh  ,  how  she  so  easily  undoes  you  :  sees  right  through  you  with  an  EASE  that's  almost  as  IRRITATING  as  it  is  comforting  .  she's  right  ,  you  know  .  can't  keep  MARTYRING  yourself  and  expecting  a  different  RESULT  other  than  the  heartbreak  you've  conditioned  yourself  to  .  you  can't  expect  different  ,  and  YET  ,  and  yet  ...  you  are  a  TERRIBLE  scientist   ;   changing  nothing  from  the  experiment  and  expecting  a  different  result  .   )

  ۟. ♡               ៶       swallows  the  BILE  that  lingers  in  his  throat  at  her  expression  :   oh  ,  oh  ,  he  almost  wishes  he  were  different  ,  wish  he  could  be  DIFFERENT   ;    but  his  own  incompetence  and  fear  is  a  better  MOTIVATOR  than  whatever  tenderness  eight  has  left  for  OPHELIA  in  his  chest  .        ❛      you're  wasting  both  of  our  TIME   ,    ❜       he  utters  through  the  CRACK  between  door  and  doorframe  ,  ignoring  TIGHTENING  in  chest  and  dryness  in  his  throat  .   &&  so  he'll  FOOL  himself  and  tell  himself  it's  better  this  way  ,   that  it's  easier  to  sever  her  now  before  his  heart  starts  bleeding  out  and  he  can't  stop  it   .    (    and  you  want  nothing  more  :  than  to  bleed  and  to  trust  yourself  to  fall  into  her  and  her  safety  ,  and  you'll  deny  yourself  that  you  haven't  done  it  yet  ,  but  you  have  ,  you  HAVE  ,  and  that's  why  when  you  twist  the  knife  ,  it  hurts  .  if  you  do  it  RIGHT  ,  it'll  hurt  you  more  than  HER   .   )        ❛     just  ...  go  home  .      ❜       

—    ۟. ♡    (       some inbox meme.    )    ! 

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