#( THESE ALWAYS HELP AS A MUSE BOOST )

[ladyseidr]

realized i never have had (or maybe just haven't had in a long time ) interactions where muse a helps their best friend muse b prepare for a date???? 🥺

[kimstills]

savor pt. 2

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: after filming you in bed once, aaron can't seem but become obsessed with always capturing the moment with you.

content warnings: smut, 18+, minors do not interact!, oral (m receiving), blowjobs, face fucking, consensual recording, mentions of f masturbation, praise, dirty talk, use of nicknames, the word ‘daddy’ used once because i HAD to

word count: 1.3K

a/n: i did NAWT plan on making a part two but i always give the people what they want! also a little gift because i hit 500 followers!! ty all for your love<3333

part one here

You’re sure you’ve created a monster.

Ever since the first time you let Aaron record you during sex, he soon became obsessed with filming you each time you two were getting it on.

Which was quite often.

But you weren't complaining, not necessarily.

You always loved being adored by Aaron, and seeing him go feral over you, over wanting to further heighten your pleasure more than he already did just so that the camera could capture it for later view, boosted your self-confidence.

And it wasn't like you weren't guilty to watching the homemade videos yourself on your own time. Despite your boyfriend's new obsession, only a good handful or two of videos had been filmed due to his crazy and unpredictable work schedule.

You were left alone most of the time, all needy and desperate after being fucked dumb on several occasions. The videos had become your landline for getting yourself off, your laptop perched on your bed with the first video your thumb landed on open and your favorite dildo or vibrator shoved in your pussy.

You loved being Aaron's muse, and you loved seeing your handiwork afterwards, but you were sure your boyfriend had now developed an obsession.

Said obsession is how you found yourself on your knees on the carpeted floor of your shared living room, knelt in Aaron's meaty thighs as your fingers worked to undo his belt and pants.

His phone was perched sideways on the couch arm table next to you, a trinket Aaron had gotten for himself a while ago that came in handy when doing work from home but was now used to perfectly capture you sucking his dick.

It was the first time you were giving him head and being filmed while do it so you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, like you were under pressure to give him a good 'performance.'

His cock springs free from its confines, slapping against his clothed stomach with a harsh slap and you can't help but let out a low moan at the sight. You've given him head countless times before--hell, you've given him head any chance possible--, but the sight never fails to make you salivate.

He's one or two inches above average with a mouthwatering girth that always leaves your jaw aching afterwards. His length is decorated with not just one, but two potent veins, one on the right of him and one underneath.

You're snapped out of your trance when you feel Aaron brush a hand through your hair, "You good, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," you nod, giving him a shy smile before darting your attention back to his cock. You give the camera a quick glance before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the tip, making Aaron groan from above you.

You swirl your tongue around his head, further dipping your head so that you could flatten your tongue against the bottom of the shaft and lick a long stripe back to the top.

"Oh, fuck, baby," Aaron grunts, hips bucking up involuntarily.

You hum, swiping at the precome that leaks from his slit before enveloping the heavy weight into your mouth, earning a hiss from your boyfriend. You start off somewhat slow the way you always do, bobbing your head up and down while your hand comes up to pump at what inches are left.

You glance at the camera, slightly turning your head towards it while keeping him in your mouth. Your stare is feigned with innocence, eyes filled with hunger as drool begins to pool at your mouth.

"Dirty girl," Aaron mumbles, watching as you maintain eye contact with his phone while inching your head further down his cock. "You like this, don't you? Like showing off how good you take me in your mouth?"

You look up at him, wide, innocent eyes now turned onto him as your hand drops from his shaft down to his balls, your nose brushing against his pelvis while you give the two balls a harsh squeeze.

Aaron grunts, bucking up into your mouth and watching you gag. He throws his head back in utter pleasure, relishing in the way your hot mouth felt around his big cock.

You let go of him with a slurpy, loud 'pop!' Your hand wraps around him once more to pump up and down his shaft while you catch your breath, your lips wet and flushed pink.

"Aaron," you whine, pouting up at him. "Fuck my mouth, daddy." Your thighs rub together when he looks down at you, eyes dark and hungry. "Please?"

He turns to the camera before back to you, groaning, "You're gonna be the death of me, angel."

You smile, biting your bottom lip when he angles the phone more towards you from where it's perched before standing up, his dick dangling in front of your face. The camera still has you as its main focus, the lower half of Aaron's body only shown as he comes to stand in front of you.

He gives you no warning before he's grabbing you by the back of your head and shoving you back down on his length, earning himself another gag from you.

"Always need me to fuck your mouth like this, don't you, sweetheart?" He grunts, the tip of his head hitting the back of your throat with every pistol of his hips.

You can't say anything, can only manage a weak nod with the feverish way he's fucking your face. You stare up at him with hazy eyes, loving the way your throat constricted.

"Taking me so good, baby. Such a good, dirty girl." Aaron glanced back at the camera, a rough moan emitting from his lips at the thought of watching the video before he even finished filming it.

You were a sloppy mess from below him, you always were when you were wrapped around his dick. You were sure that you were dripping onto the carpet, your arousal surely dripping onto the floor.

"Gonna swallow my cum, sweetheart? Gonna show the camera how good you take it?" Aaron asks, voice throaty as he grabs a fistful of your hair to tug you even closer.

You nod as best as you can, brushing your thighs together in anticipation. You stare up at him expectantly, ready to receive his load in your mouth while your nose brushes against his pelvis.

A muffled whine sends vibrations through his cock and he grunts, keeping your head as still as possible. With a couple more deep shoves and a low groan, he's quick to come in your mouth, his hot release spilling inside satisfyingly.

“Good girl, so fucking good.” he pulls out of your mouth, a thick line of both his drool and his release connecting to his dick and dripping down your chin.

He grabs his phone from its stand and aims it high above you so that you were being filmed from below him instead of from the side of the couch. “Open your mouth and show the camera.”

You move your hair to one side and open your mouth as wide as possible to showcase it for him.

Aaron grunts at the sight of you from above, fingers pinching at the screen to zoom in on your posed figure. You looked so messy, splotches of his release coated on your face and the line of drool still dribbling down your chin.

“Now swallow.”

You do as he says, moaning at the slightly salty taste of him on your mouth. You keep your eyes set on the camera and lean your head against his thigh when he hits stop on the recording.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart." Aaron coos, tossing his phone on to the couch before helping you stand.

You whine at the slight carpet burn you think you've developed on your knees, leaning against your boyfriend's chest as he guides you to rest on the couch.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asks, running his hands through your hair gently.

You shake your head no, snuggling further into his chest.

"Good, because I don't think I've filmed you riding me yet."

Yep. A monster indeed.

[koolades-world]

Exclusive Mc Privileges: Side Character Edition

I don't know Raphael well enough to include him yet, so I'm sorry about that. To any Raphael fans out there, let me know how I can pay you back. I'm on lesson 41 right now lol

Diavolo

Sitting in his lap during important meetings and playing with his hair

Drawing on his arm and him displaying it proudly no matter what it is

Playing dress up in finery

Shopping sprees!

Becoming his royal hand holder <3

Cheering him on while he's doing paperwork and bringing him treats

Sneaking out together so he can show you his favorite spots in the Devildom

Having sleepovers weekly so he can learn more about "human culture"

Barbatos

Interrupting his castle duties with no consequences

Leaving you love notes for you to find throughout the day

Helping with your homework

Exchanging recipes

Brushing his hair!

Helping cook and getting as many tastes as you want

Freeing all the rats you find in the castle outside for him

Spending all his free time with you

Simeon

Helping him learn more about computers even if he's asked this question ten times already

Getting best massages in the three realms

Moonbathing

Helping him bake

Writing his scripts for him when his hands hurt

Getting to look at old concepts and manuscripts

Being his muse <3

Feeding him snacks

Solomon

Reorganizing his potions ingredients because it's always a mess

Dancing among the stars together

Attempting to teach him to cook (and failing)

Teaching him how to be hip and cool

Letting you admire his various pact marks and hearing the stories behind each one

Lets you style his hair differently just to see what he would look like

Forgiving you each and every time you set him on fire during lessons

Luke

Ruffling his hair

Tucking him into bed at night

Always being the first person to sample his desserts

Sharing concept ideas with you about new dessert ideas

Helping him deal with the brothers and their teasing

Ironing his clothes

Giving him piggy back rides and boosts to higher areas

Doing homework together that he's to afraid to ask a demon for help with

Thirteen

Braiding and styling her hair

Doing her makeup!

Throwing snacks and candy into each other's mouths

Getting sneak peaks into her latest pranks

Taking turns drawing on various sleeping people's faces to see who can do the most without waking them up

Having mini fashion shows that are mostly just her admiring you

Taking lots of pictures on your phone when you're not looking

Mephisto

Kidnapping and having free reign of his cane

Hitting him with the cane (lovingly)

Teasing him about Diavolo and Lucifer

Showing his affection for you in front of the brothers

Adding cute bows to his hair

Looking over drafts for the school paper

Learning how to horseback ride

Squishing his man titties

[cozycottagetarot]

PAC: Your Person's Appearance

What Are Their Vibes & Characteristics?

PILE 1 (Source) | PILE 2 (Source) | PILE 3 (Source)

This was supposed to be a quick reading but idk what happened 🤨. I apologise if it's scattered though I think I saw that every time 😅.

Anyways, this reading covers your person's vibes they give off as well as any notable features about them. As always this reading is for entertainment purposes only. ✨

Version 1 Of This Reading

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PILE 1

Initial Impressions: Dark features, intelligent look, balanced masculine and feminine energies, ambitious, helpful, burnout, (Mount) Vesuvius, mystical, dreamy, starry-eyed, intuitive, regal, physically fit, wish fulfilment, hope, they brighten up the room, a new beginning, secure.

Vibes You May Pick Up On:

They have a quiet confidence. Even if they don’t say much of anything, you can sense their self-assuredness. They could be in a position of power career-wise where they oversee others or an operation but I don’t think that it’s something they’re particularly happy about or take lightly. People may think it’s all fun and games for them but actually, it’s quite the opposite. They could actually be quite lonely despite their work. They could have left home and they can’t return to it. They carry a heaviness with them. Working on themselves and levelling up. Focused. Lost in thought. Optimistic. They could exude a sense of hope and magic, just being in their presence may boost your mood. Busy. Moving from one thing to the next. Coffee shop vibes. Proportionate body. Someone new that you’re manifesting. You two could meet at a time of change and transformation in one or both of your lives. If you’re accustomed to unhealthy relationships or drawn to people that aren’t good for you, this is the opposite. They might not even look like they used to. They’ll have a very nice body… you may really like their legs. They may wear clothes that expose a part of their body... particularly their chest. Nurturing energy. I think you may just kind of know or you’ll feel a sense of peace.

Notable Characteristics:

Hair colours are pretty diverse— you’ve got black, red, blonde and grey (or platinum that came to me as well) hair. They could have curly or kinky hair types. The only one that came out for face shapes was square. Their eyes may be hooded or they may have a monolid. They could have a broad or roman shaped nose. When it comes to their mouth. They could have a cupid’s bow and thin lips, straight teeth and they may smirk a lot or their smile looks like a smirk. The last few physical things are they might be on the shorter side or shorter than you and they could have scars or a skin condition (eczema, vitiligo, etc). Their voice may be smooth or animated. Their style could be very aesthetic or vintage and they may wear a lot of formal/business wear. They may come across as quiet/reserved, intelligent and charismatic.

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PILE 2

Initial Impressions: Symphony by Clean Bandit feat Zara Larson came to me, Someone you’re destined to meet.. the one who got away or someone who’s unforgettable from day one, dangerous look, security, a strong appearance, protective, fierce, a wish fulfilled, a musician, someone who moves with fluidity, muse, not the knight you expect, a little bit closed off

Vibes You May Pick Up On:

They may try to stay under the radar, but I think that may be a little hard… at least when it comes to you. You may need some help with them though, as in getting a relationship started. There’s a wildness to them but it might get them in trouble so they try to tame themselves (I also hear tame their desire for adventure). They may not look like their stable but they are and they worked hard for what they have. I think this person may look focused… a little bit scruffy or dishevelled if they’re a man. I felt like you may be cautious of them but I think that they may also come across as guarded and cautious of others. There’s definitely a sense of maturity to them and wisdom. Highly perceptive. They could have multiple ear piercings. You could meet this person by chance. In one of the previous versions (see the end of your pile’s reading) I think I wrote that you two might meet in a way ‘only the divine could have orchestrated’. I don’t know how to describe it, but it may not be a meeting you could have ever thought to dream of/up. I think of wolves when I think of this person based on the cards as well. They may have a tough exterior, not easily approachable. They’re everything you want whether or not you know or see it at first. They may carry a lot of stress. Actually very passionate and inspiring. A diamond in the rough or a lamp that needs polishing.

Notable Characteristics

Short, curvy (I also remember picking up on husky at one point in a prev version), they could wear glasses but prefer to wear contacts. For hair, you guys have a good set of cards so their hair may be a significant feature. The cards around hair were— wavy, unique cut/style, afro (or puffy hair), salt & pepper, short hair, blonde, grey hair, long hair, and straight hair. For facial hair, it’s either clean-shaven or a beard. Their face shape could be round, square or diamond-shaped. For lips, they could have a cupid’s bow. They could have brown or green eyes or their eye colour may look unique. Their voice could be youthful or higher in pitch or on the opposite end deep. You also got smooth and they could have a foreign accent (whatever that means to you). Lastly, some impressions about this person are they may come across as confident, charismatic, quiet/reserved and professional/polished.

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PILE 3

Initial Impressions: Vibes of being a player. Not being from around the same location. Something about their eyes. A rake. Large and in charge. Good with words or a sweet talker. Lively. Someone not to be tied down. Awakening something with you. Happy. Young. Naive. Sociable. Could be from somewhere warm or they could make you warm. Strong. Visually impaired? Intuitive… like they know the "secrets of the universe”. Jewellery may be significant. Wanderer. Hands. Might wear lots of prints. Rings. Marriage material. They could be a risk taker or look like a risk you’re willing to take. They may be quite flamboyant which might resonate a lot if you’re more reserved in how you dress or present yourself to the world. Grey hair. Frustrating. Baby Charli XCX.

Vibes You May Pick Up On:

They might come across as slightly immature and before some of you roll your eyes, immaturity doesn’t always show up as a negative. It could be a playfulness to them that makes you think they haven’t really lived and explored life yet. They may give off the vibe that pursuing them is a risk of some kind on your part. You might feel like you’ve got to be very careful about pursuing them or allowing them to pursue you.

They could look like a social butterfly. An infectious vibe or personality. They may light up the room. For a lot of you, I feel like I’m viewing this person in an educational or work setting and like watching them from afar interact with other people. They could look like a drifter. One dynamic I’m picking up on as well is your person being the type of person willing to pack up and go anywhere on a whim while you may be more cautious and the type to need a plan first. They’ll say ‘runaway with me’ and look at you expectantly while your head and heart battle. They may seem very creative or flamboyant. There’s a sense of home or familiarity too. Not sure how you’re going to get the final cut of this atm, but I definitely picked that up in the first deck I used. “Your person could look familiar to you— it doesn’t necessarily mean that you know them though for half of you I think you could. I think when you see your person you may have that “Have we met before?” moment.”

Physically you may find their hands very attractive. They could be skilled in a profession where they have to use their hands a lot (mainly for crafting I’m getting this scenario) and could either hand you something or demonstrate something where you’re focused on their hands. Very attractive hands lol, this may make you blush. They could look very athletic. Very confident. They may turn your world upside down (in a freeing way I see).

Notable Characteristics

The most notable thing about your person may be their voice. I’ve made some traits/characteristics and the majority of what I got relates to voice. Some traits you’ve got for voice are: soft, smooth, deep, animated (they may speak in a way that paints a picture), youthful/high(er)-pitched voice

Their face shape could be round or oval. They could have wavy/shoulder-length hair or no hair at all. If they wear facial hair, it’d be a beard. Their nose could be upturned or described as aquiline. For eyes, they could be round or have monolids and they may have a unique eye colour. They may have full lips or crooked teeth. Freckles. Tattoos. They may look ethereal or be a boho/laid-back and/or vintage style.

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[potol0ver]

Hello! I've really enjoyed your hcs and requests for Erik and I was wondering, could you write one for Erik with a partner who is an artist that views him as a muse? Drawing his masked face and doodling his hands and figure silently all the time even if they don't tell him they find him beautiful outright, it's obvious in their secret artwork

Yessss this is adorable i love this

Tags; GN reader, artist reader, Drabble (I still don’t know if I’m using that word right-)

Even before you and Erik got together, Erik knew about YOURE artistic skills. Always watching you from the shadows as you worked on your next masterpiece. No matter how “bad” or unfinished the project was, he adored it like it belonged in the museum. The older works that you forgot about he stole and put up in his home deep under the Opera house, he couldn’t help it, he needed to be surrounded by your brilliants.

After you two starting talking and interacting with each other he noticed how your works became a little more moody, or take more inspiration from the Opera house itself more. Erik entertained the idea that you’re doing that because it reminds you of him, but he snaps himself out of it thinking that he’s just showing you more of the Opera, of course you’re inspired. It’s not because of him.

Overtime the two of you became an inseparable pair, you can continue to work on your art in his home as well as he can work with you in there to, if anything it’s boosting both of your work ethics. Erik sitting at his piano and you sitting nearby with your sketch book in hand, how can it get any better than this? Perfectly domestic and calm as you two worked on your art. If only he knew, just like he’s writing songs about you, that you’re drawing him as your muse.

Sitting in your lounge chair off to the side of his piano room, you sat sketching him with a charcoal pencil. Slowly but surely capturing his appearance with small strokes and the occasional intentional smudge of the charcoal on the page for definition. You couldn’t help but have a small smile as you take a look at the page, you capture him perfectly in your eyes. His mask, his hair, even the disgruntled look of him as he focuses on his music, leaning over his piano.

Truth be told this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You’ve say many times in this chair sketching him, let it be just his face, or maybe some anatomy practice where you focused on how he held his body. Like all artists hands were the bane of your existence, but you couldn’t help but try and tackle that subject to immortalize his, whether they’re in his leather gloves or bare, they were always intriguing.

Erik was always a muse to you, even before you ever saw him and only heard his voice. Those drawings of the opera house you did were made to try and capture him. They were always the places and moods that you felt like captured his unique aura and voice. The day you finally saw him even in the shadows you couldn’t help but try your best to get it on paper. Truth is you’re as infatuated with him as he is with you, but he’d never guess that.

Now that you’re spending most days with him, it’s hard to hide the fact you’re drawing him. As odd as it sounds you just didn’t want to be seen as a creep for it. Your sketch book quickly filling up with all the sketches you’ve done of him, and you still don’t feel confident enough to show him one. Maybe, in time when you create a masterpiece as him as your muse will you finally show him, but until then, he’ll continue to be your secret muse.

[wyvernest]

would you be able to write something about chubby!reader having body issues and thinks she doesn’t deserve miguel because he’s so sculpted and beautiful, but miguel reminds her how perfect she is? (in whatever way you think is best)

i just love reading these types of fics and they really help boost my confidence 🥹

tysm! <3

hope you like it<3

aphrodite

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, body dysmorphia

summary: you start feeling self conscious right before your date, and miguel isn't having any of it

translations are at the end

Miguel had finally made time to take you out. You are well aware of the fact that he is a busy man, and had decided against pressuring him to abandon his work overtime.

But tonight was for you. He had planned out the perfect date, from the restaurant, reservations, to the tiniest details; what day would be best in terms of weather, your job, and his duties. 

To say you were overwhelmed with excitement was an understatement. He had always been so caring and considerate, looking for ways to make you feel valued and appreciated even when time itself stood against his efforts. Finding unadulterated joy in asking you out like it was your first time getting closer to each other over and over again, the 'honeymoon phase' spark never once leaving your relationship, contrary to popular belief.

And so here you are, in your shared home, getting ready for yet another date with the most handsome man you've ever seen. 

He's already fully dressed, fixing himself in the mirror. His black suit sits oh-so perfectly on him, hugging the shape of his large back and shoulders, tight enough around his biceps, so that they still bulge through the material when he brings a hand up in his hair to tame some dark strands that had fallen out of place. It accentuates the line of his abdomen, having his large thighs finish off the whole look. 

He stands in front of the bedroom mirror, in his striking royal height, the man that ancient Greeks probably had as a muse when they sculpted the ideals of the male body. His dark, cocoa brown hair is brushed back, silky and soft. His perfectly contoured face is dimly lit by the low, warm bedroom lights, his features prominent: the bridge and line of his nose, squinted piercing eyes along with a downright intimidating set of brows His sharp jaw is held up high while he works with his tie, expert hands skillfully experimenting around an array of various knots, pondering upon which fits best.

He truly is quite the sight, you melt at the tableau before you, holding back a sigh seasoned with nothing but the very heights of being irrevocably enamoured.

His whole presence screams strength and mature dominance, with a hint of incontestable luxury.

Resuming your own outfit, your own body still only adorned in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra, you head to the closet for the one dress you have been imagining yourself in for the whole week since he offered you the invitation. You couldn’t be more excited to finally try it on and admire yourself with it, have people look your way while wearing it, with an arm hooked around the one and only Miguel O’Hara. 

Putting it on and adjusting its stretchy fabric over your curves, your smile starts to fade. This isn’t what it looked like the first time I tried it on, you mentally conclude, and the more you look at it, the more things you wish you hadn’t noticed. You pull at the material, the hem, the sides, the neckline, anything you can think of that maybe, just maybe, could fix it. Panic starts to drip into your nerves, what will you do now if it just won’t look good? Screw it and go out with it anyway, and then feel all eyes on you for the rest of the evening? What will people think when they see you, merely decent, next to him? And otherwise, what other option is there? To pick some other dress that can’t possibly be more appropriate for the occasion, since you had bought this one specifically for the place you’re going, and still not look the part?

Your breathing starts to quicken as you keep fumbling with the textile around your shape, attention half directed to the open wardrobe, scanning every shelf and hanger for a second option. 

Suddenly, the floor creaks, bringing the echo of incoming footsteps. And there he is, standing behind you, hands on your tense shoulders. You almost despise the image before you; his impeccable, calm and stoic image, next to you, discouraged and deeply insecure in evident comparison.

“What were you thinking about just now?” his words river down over the shell of your ear on a hot breath that has shivers shot down your spine.

“Nothing, I’m getting ready”, you cover it up in a sing-song voice, not wanting to dig deeper into letting him know that you don’t deem yourself pretty enough for him, let alone expect him to find you more attractive than you do yourself. Unfortunately, he’s too smart for your little diversion.

“Don’t lie to me.”, his tone serious, voice deep. His eyes rank up and down your body in the mirror, and you feel an acute need to just disappear. “Que guapa.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, and you feel rosy heat rise to your face.

Your mouth speaks before you think.

“Does it look good?”, he senses the hesitancy in your voice.

“Baby, you’d look like a goddess wearing a potato sack.” he speaks matter-of-factly, as if his statement equals water is wet, the honesty in his declaration evident with the speed with which the words left his mouth. You can’t help but let a giggle break through your disconcerted face, surprised with the association.

“What, like Marilyn Monroe?”

“No, mi alma, like you.” He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you back into his embrace as you look at eachother in the reflection before you. His expression softens, visibly relaxed and happy to have you close to him. 

“These curves, every part of you, I know them as I know myself.” His palms slide over your hips, and all the way back up to your shoulders, effectively chasing away any hint of doubt and worry, cleansing you of anything that isn’t love.

“Eres la mujer de mis sueños.” He bends down, his lips reaching the crook of your neck. “No hay nadie como tú."

You let yourself fall back into his tempting embrace, knowing that he’s exploiting your weakness for him speaking Spanish so low and deep into the vulnerable skin of your pulse point, completely forgetting about the date and the dress. 

“And if you don’t like the dress, I’ll gladly rip it off.” He exhibits his talons as a warning, the curved edges of the claws grazing your bare shoulders intently. “If anything, the dress isn’t good enough to be worn by you.”

translations:

que guapa - how beautiful

mi alma - my soul

eres la mujer de mis sueños - you're the woman of my dreams

no hay nadie como tú - there is no one like you

a/n: again, if any native speakers see anything wrong with my Spanish please let me know🤍

[mediumgayitalian]

previous

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“Hm,” Piper says, fingers steepled. She looks very intently at the air in front of her. “Hm.”

Nico scowls impatiently. “Feel free to be helpful at any given time. Now, even, if you’re so inclined.”

“Have you considered that the reason you’re so infatuated with Will is because you may be blessed by Apollo?”

“I’m infatuated with Will because he is the physical manifestation of everything I value in a person,” Nico says automatically. Then he frowns, processing the rest of Piper’s sentence. “Wait, what?”

Nico understands his error as the grin on her face stretches into something truly grotesque. “I was going to make a joke about your drama levels, but thank you for that. I’m really looking forward to telling several dozen people and delighting in the knowledge that you’re going to curl up into a bundle of humiliation under your bunk tonight as you think about it.”

Instead of answering, Nico decides to walk away. Since there is so much blood concentrated in his skull, resting mostly around his face region, he takes two steps and begins to pass out, but luckily Piper has followed him and impedes a head injury by gripping his arm and merrily forcing him forward.

“So,” she says, steering them towards the amphitheatre, “what’s Plan B?”

“Bold of you to assume there was a Plan A.”

“You like Sunny Boy way too much to walk in there blind.”

“…Touché.”

She’s smug enough to be silent, slinging an arm over Nico’s shoulders as they walk. The closer they get, the harder Nico is forced to grapple with just how godsdamn much he’s softened. I want you to be happy, Father had said. Camp will be good for you, Chiron had agreed. You’re a little twit and need socializing, Mr. D had snipped.

Nico needs a better father figure. He wonders if Paul Blofis’ offer is still open.

The amphitheater is not, of course, empty when they arrive, because Nico knows the Fates personally and each of them despises him. The actual training part is empty — unsurprising — but the stands are moderately filled, with people gossiping, braiding hair, and if Nico is not mistaken, a small, pop-up nail painting salon. Mitchel lifts a purple-smeared hand in an absentminded wave as they step onto the packed dirt.

Nico ducks under Piper’s arm, turning to face her. “I need to fight you,” he informs her. “For my own personal pride.”

She nods thoughtfully. “It does indeed need restoring.” He curved, icy blade gleams in the early afternoon sun, mirroring her dangerous smile. “Square up.”

Since honour is for nerds, Nico doesn’t bother waiting. He simply attacks, lunging for the left side Piper always leaves open. Unfortunately for him, her recent meddling in his love life means her mother has blessed her with a little sprinkling of extra verve, and she dodges easily and cheerfully.

He sends a glum mental prayer down to his father.

Anytime you’re feeling generous, Pop, he grumbles, I would love a boost.

There’s an actual rumble to the ground, as his father laughs at him.

“Real kind,” he says out loud. “Dick.”

“I wonder if you would have more success in the wooing department if you had conversations outside of your own head,” Piper says sweetly. She spins her sword in a neat little circle by his face. “All bay brooding makes you look so…broody.”

Nico scoffs at her. “Will seems to like my broodiness. For some reason. So there.”

“And yet…” She trails off, shooting him a teasing look. Nico is unfortunately very easy to tease (thanks, Bianca) (and for that measure thanks, Hazel) (Reyna too, probably) (and honestly Annabeth) (gods, and Percy) (don’t even get him started on Leo) (really, it would be more prudent to name the people who do not take sick pleasure in driving him up the wall) and as such succumbs easily to her tormenting, taking a hard hit to the side when he’s too keyed up to avoid her spinning slash.

“Note to self, don’t let the monsters know about big embarrassing crushes,” she muses. “They make Nico sloppy and will get him killed in battle.”

She mimes writing something down. This, thankfully, leaves her distracted enough that Nico gets his sword levered against hers, twisting until she’s disarmed. She lifts both hands up in surrender when he points a sword at her throat, but remains entirely unaffected by his glare.

“Pride re-instated?” she asks.

Nico huffs. “No.”

…Yes.

“You’re such a grouch,” she says fondly. She tries to ruffle his hair and is forcibly stopped by his jab to her ribs. Unfortunately, Piper McLean takes no shit sitting down, and in a minute they’re on the floor, getting caked in dust, trying to see who can leave the most bruises on the other. Nico would wager that they’re just about tied.

“You have a list,” Piper grunts, muffled as she bites his bicep. He shouts, wrenching his arm away — she is pointy. “I have no idea what you’re all mopey about.”

He digs his knee into the small of her back. “I gave him flowers! He made a poultice out of them!”

“Technically, you made the poultice.”

He elbows her in the stomach. She shrieks and jabs her knuckles right under his eye.

“You’re so annoying!”

“You’re so annoying!”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

Every part of Nico’s body aches. So badly. He’s not sure which one of them won their brawl, if either, but he knows for sure that he is actively turning purple. He feels like the first time his nonna gave him a hammer and a piece of cutlet — he was maybe five years old — and told him to flatten it. (He remembers, now, the look on her face as she wiped pulverized chicken flesh from her eye. Oops.)

“Go to Will and get healed up?”

Nico huffs a laugh, immediately wincing at the strain on his tender ribs.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

The walk is miserable and bruised. And slow, since both of them are limping. Several campers walk by snickering, since apparently Saving The Entire Damn World, For Real And Actually, You Ungrateful Brat, Should I Just Destroy It Again Then earns you no permanent respect.

It’s not too bad, though. Nico would rather chomp on concrete than admit it out loud, but Piper isn’t horrible company, and she hums when she walks. Bianca did the same thing. For once, it’s a pleasant reminder, although he does wonder if Nico will ever be able to look at the women in his life and not think of her.

(In all honesty, probably not. He sees her in the clouds, in the gnarled bark of the trees; feels her in the warmth of the sun; hears her in every snorting laugh. He likes to imagine how much she would love these women, though. If she were alive they would be her friends first. He knows she was happy with the Hunters, however briefly. He thinks he can maybe forgive himself if he thinks of her without weeping.)

“Least it doesn’t look too busy today,” Piper comments. She purses her lips at the Big House, which for once seems quiet. Perhaps Will made good on his threats and finally dosed the Hermes’ table breakfast spread with Benadryl. Nico would be proud. He deserves a day of peace.

“Great. That means we get the full force of Will’s bitching on us alone.”

Piper scoffs. “Please. You like it when he yells at you.”

Nico almost kills her for real. By the time she manages to kick him off of her, still snickering to herself, they both have a new layer of bruises on top of the old ones.

“Gods, di Angelo, you make it so easy —”

“Shut up,” he says hotly. “You are literally the most annoying person in this stupid camp.”

She sticks her tongue out at him. He scowls, kicking a rock to avoid kicking her and setting both of them off again. It rolls over the grass, pinging off the side of one of the many braziers and rolling finally to a stop back at his feet. In its new position, it perfectly catches the brightly shining sun, refracting the light in a dandelion-esque burst.

“Huh,” he murmurs.

Wincing at his stiff joints, he crouches, vaguely registering Piper pausing somewhere to the left of him. He scoops the little thing up, bringing it close to his face to inspect.

It’s roughly cut, so it’s not anyone’s jewel or anything. Some of the pieces are textured with tiny little divots, like a regular stone, but some are straight and flat and catch the light. Some kind of crystal, then. It’s dense, about the size of a walnut, and shaped kind of like a brain. It is a very familiar shade of blue.

“Holt Hades, you are sappy.”

Nico flushes, shoving the rock into his pocket. “Nobody asked you, Piper.”

“I asked me! I am always asking me.” She jogs to keep up with his suddenly speedy strides, gripping onto the elbow of his shirt when he tries to move faster. “Is this Plan B? Little gifts.”

“It’s a rock,” he says shortly.

“Diamonds are rocks.”

“I didn’t get him a diamond.” He pauses. “Should I get him a diamond?”

She shrugs. “I dunno. I’m not the one in love with him.”

“Who said anything about —”

“Nico! Piper! Hey!”

“Notice who he called first,” she whispers, right in his ear. She grins over at Will before he can say anything. Or curse her. “Hey, Will! How are you?”

It is unfair for a person to look good in mint scrubs. They don’t even suit him, not really, but he still looks — well, he’s beautiful. His hair is poofier than usual and sticks out like he stuck his finger in a socket, and his beam is so bright Nico has to genuinely squint to look at him, and how is it, honestly, that his freckles look like dappled sunlight? That’s not normal.

“I’m okay.” He waves them inside, not bother to close the door behind them — it’s nice out, and Nico knows he prefers the breeze and sun. “Bored.”

“Not enough ocular surgery to perform?”

Will’s grin turns wry. “Nope.” He reaches out to brush his thumb across Nico’s eye scar. He freezes, holding his breath, hyperaware of those callused fingers as they approach the ever-warming skin of his face, heart galloping in his chest. As soon as Will makes contact — because of course the touch was to get his vitals, c’mon, Nico, head in the game — he frowns.

“Why are so many of your capillaries burst?”

Piper smiles guiltily, holding up a hand.

“I beat him up.”

“Wha — you did not!” He turns to Will, indignant. “We beat each other up! She’s lying!”

Will sighs. He glares at them both for a full forty seconds, then turns his face up to the heavens, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like I do not deserve to be surrounded by this kind of dumbassery. Send lightning through the sky if I should let them suffer.

Nico waits. No lightning comes forth.

Will sighs. “Cot, let’s go, y’all know the drill.”

Piper mouths y’all as she sits down. Nico mouths eat dirt back at her.

“Now, I could hum sum’n and —”

“Sum’n,” Piper whispers delightedly. Nico ignores her.

“— get y’all fixed up good, but y’all’ve pissed me off good —”

Nico takes the initiative to pillow-smack Piper in the face while Will’s back is turned. Luckily, it muffles her shriek.

“— so I’m not gonna do all that.” He closes the cupboard with his hip, hands full of vials. “Ain’t even gonna waste ambrosia on y’all, honestly. Y’get some bruise ointment and a Tylenol ‘cause I know y’all were up to shenanigans.”

He puts a lot of emphasis on ‘nan’. Nico knows he is trying very hard to be stern, but he is in fact very cute, and Nico is putting a lot of his brainpower towards memorizing the specific wrinkle pattern that Will’s nose gets when he’s annoyed. If he says that Will looks like a bunny he might actually get shot, no matter how much Will allegedly seems to like him, so he manages to choke down the sentiment. But it is indeed there.

“— and take it easy, y’hear? Bruises don’t heal in a day.”

Gods, his eyes are really, really pretty. He’s almost tired of thinking it, but they match the sky exactly, all the time. Poets write about sparkling eyes and pretty faces all the time, but all of them can choke because all of them are liars. Will Solace has the prettiest eyes of anyone who has ever lived. They are indeed the windows to the soul, and his soul is just —

“This is for you,” Nico blurts. Essentially acting on its own, his hand slips in his pocket and draws out the blue stone, holding it out. “Um. I saw it and —” He glances at Piper, panicked, and she kicks him in encouragement. “Thought of you. So.”

Will stares at the stone for a moment. Nico sweats.

“Nico di Angelo,” he chides, hands on his hips. The panicked look he flits in Piper’s direction grows tenfold. He is not at all comforted by the grimace she sends back. “Do you think I’m so corrupt as to accept a bribe?”

“Um.” Nico hesitates. Piper smacks her face onto her hands, groaning. “That’s not what I —”

“Well, you would be correct.” Quick as a bird, Will darts out and snatches the stone, sliding it into one of his many (many) shorts pockets, nodding in approval. “I don’t have any aventurine. I’ve been looking for it. Good bribe.”

He sets down the ointment and Tylenol, gesturing for Nico to hold out his hands. Nico sighs, then complies.

“I mean, he didn’t destroy it, this time,” Piper whispers as he begins to sing, enveloping Nico’s body in a warm, golden glow. “So…progress?”

“Progress,” Nico agrees. He glances over at Will, eyes squeezed shut in focus, and rolls his eyes fondly. “Who knew it would be so hard to convince someone who already likes me to go out with me.”

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Law the muse

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Law was a workaholic, you knew this better than anyone. Since the dawn of time you had tried relentlessly to change his habits, worrying about his wellbeing and craving his presence and attention. Regardless, your good intentions had gotten you nowhere, so this is how now you find yourself tucked away at your special corner in Law’s office. A comfy sofa and a nightstand with a beautiful lamp and cozy pillows the doctor had put together for you to be alone together with him.

Suddenly, he has become very aware how you had been sketching away in your notebook for a while now, every now and then catching your gaze on his form and sometimes, when he disappeared from your field for vision, your pencil would stop and wait for him to position himself back on his desk. Curiosity gnaws at him as he sees you completely fixated on your work

“What are you doing?” his voice breaks your focus and makes your eyes jump and stare directly at his direction

“What do you mean?” Your attention diverts coming back to your task at hand, brows furrowed in complete concentration, an antic of yours the Captain always noted to be quite endearing

“You have been squiggling for quite a while now” his remark makes you hold the sketchbook closer to you, a strong pink blush sitting on your cheeks makes Law even more curious

Before you can even explain yourself, your dear sketchbook disappears from your lap in a swift move from Trafalgar’s hand, now appearing on his desk

“HEY!” In a hurry you scream and get up storming to his place saying something about privacy and betrayal, Law doesn’t register any of the things you’re saying as his eyes land on a beautiful drawing of him working at his desk

He is quite surprised by how well you had captured his essence and the noticeable knowledge of anatomy and lighting on the piece. Even though it was just pencil and paper, he couldn’t help but find it quite homely, your feeling of the scene bleeding through the work

He can’t help the sweet smile that forms on his lips, a strange warm feeling forming at the center of his being. He feels flattered and quite proud, his ego boosted by the way you perceive him and the cute little hearts you added at the side of the drawing

“Give it back you thief!” Was the last thing he heard before you snatched the sketchbook out of his grasp

“It’s amazing” Law stares at you with a softness you rarely got to see on him, one only reserved behind closed doors

Holding your sketchbook to your chest covering the drawing, you mumble a shy “Thanks”

“Didn’t know I was your muse” he teases after seeing your obvious fluster

Your face went from pink to red in an instant making Law laugh before he tries to take the sketchbook from your tight hold. You allowed him to set it on the desk again, defeated

“You’re really good, don’t know why you’re hiding this for me”

You look at your drawing and then finally meet his gaze “I just never had such a handsome model” you say trying to turn the dynamic around but failing, feeling even more fluster after a smirk plasters on his face

“Can I have it?”

“It’s not finished”

“It’s perfect just as it is” his words makes your heart flip, Law being the first person to ever acknowledge your talent, you nod sheepishly before his arms wrap around you, his head looking up at your flushed face

“Quite the talented artist I have here”

The next morning as you enter Laws office, coffee mug in hand, you can’t help but feel so loved after spotting your drawing framed on his desk

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Thoughts about Coach Washijo’s granddaughter and the boys vball team in Shiratorizawa.

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Coach Washijo’s granddaughter is really smart (the only one of her cousins who got into shiratorizawa through grades mind you) 

But she doesn’t play a sport and prefers doing art

She’s in the art club

And she needs to complete a project for the school’s open house exhibition

She chose to do something on dynamic objects in everyday life

And of course, she needs a muse. Which she casually brings up in a conversation with her grandpa one day

The coach suggests that she use the vball team as a subject - they’re always bouncing around somehow, it’ll be a perfect way for her to explore movement and all that

And she’s like: why not, it’ll save her from having to work long hours in the hot sun too

The coach introduces her to the team

And thus begins her regular sit-ins during volleyball practice

And the guys start becoming super self-conscious

They’re worried they might not look “cool” enough

So for the first couple of sessions, all she sees is a bunch of guys mewling in her face, esp Goshiki - that guy looks super tensed up and slightly constipated

And their performance worsens too

So one day before the coach arrives, she plainly states to the team: “Don’t worry about looking lame or anything. I’ll paint what I see, and judging from the fact that you are already on the volleyball team, I’m sure you aren’t that lame.” 

And surprisingly, that really boosts the guys’ confidence 

The guys become truly focused in their game and she watches on in awe at the dedication and passion their have in honing their craft

And funnily, she has an eye for capturing fine details at first glance 

So when the team does their drills, she can pinpoint what exactly they are doing wrongly and specifically what they can improve in (?) 

If someone seems to be using less core strength than usual, not putting enough strength in their fingers, etc etc

It works to help the team, yknow 

Also, it gives the team major whiplash to see her be so casual with their usually grouchy coach 

Like once, she got the coach to pose so she could “make a sketch” for him

And she’d got the coach to make the sassiest poses everr (without any argument, btw)

”Yes, one hand on your hip, stick your hip out like this and lean your weight on this foot. Smile!”

The coach keeps the sketch btw 

It’s really cute 

She let the guys see the finished project before submitting it

She’d decided to bind all the paintings she’d made of the guys into a book, to be displayed on a stand at the exhibition

The guys swoon over it 

And they (mainly Ushijima) get really interested in art and painting and stuff because of her 

Tendou loves that she’d drawn him cute but kept his feral-ness

Ushijima doesn’t look that stone faced hallelujah 

Goshiki looks determined, anyone viewing the painting can definitely feel the raw passion and eagerness radiating from him

Shirabu doesn’t look sulky (for once)  

And secretly, she’d been painting a separate team portrait for the guys to keep

Which they treasure very much and hang up in the volleyball club room 

Still there till now with their slogan 

Irresistible force 

Pictures are from Pinterest!

^The first panel is how I think Coach Washijo would view the sketch of his sassy pose (feat Ushijima, cause I didn’t have the heart to cut the 2nd panel out)

^And this is Ushijima as a mushroom

(Can you tell who my favourite Haikyuu character is yet? :3)

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Meeting 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 was literally a blessing.. he helps you with your homework, he packs a extra lunch for you, he buys you food.. he literally do anything for you. But you can't help but wonder.. why does he do this?

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who always takes note on what you like, what you hate, and even your allergies.

"So is that all you like?? You can tell me more, don't be shy." 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 said while holding his note, staring at you.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who asks for your measurements and the designs you like so that he can make clothes for you.

"So, my muse, i figured that you love these kind of clothes so.. i decided to make you some. Would you like to try it out?" He said while smiling at you.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who always gets caught smiling while texting you.. even in gang meetings.

"taka-chan you've been smiling for 6 minutes now.. doesn't your cheeks hurt..?" 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 said while staring confusely at 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚.

"Oh, i'm just happy that i'm texting my friend."

"Taka-chan, you're blushing.. their not a friend anymore, it's a crush." 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 ain't gonna do this adrien agreste shit.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who always carry your bag when you're both walking together.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who is always with you every day to the point that students think you're dating.

"(𝐲/𝐧)-san are you and 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚-san dating?" your classmate asked while eating her lunch.

"Nah not yet. I wouldn't mind dating him tho.."

"(𝐲/𝐧)-san you look like a tomato..."

and the fact that 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 heard this boosted his confidence into making you his.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who have many photos with both of you in it. He even have one as his wallpaper.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who always takes you out for a ride when you both have a free time.

And seeing you smile while looking at the view makes his heart melt, and hearing your laugh is like melody in his ears.. the word "beautiful" isn't enough to describe your beauty, but he knows that you are beyond the word "beautiful".. he doesn't know why god decided to give him an angel like you. He doesn't know why but, he knows that he will trully love you until death, and through heaven and hell.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who always asks for 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢'𝐬 advice since he have a girlfriend.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who always search a great spot to confess to you so the scenery would be beautiful as you.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚'𝐬 friends always give hints to you, but unfortunately.. you're dense as heck. Even adrien agreste would say that.

𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who is always embarassed because his sisters always tell you he likes you.. like dang let the man confess on his own..

and lastly, 𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 who finally confesses to you. he was wearing his normal attire but, oh my.. he just look so handsome in everything he's wearing. Handing out your favorite flowers, while holding one of your hands..

"(𝐲/𝐧) (𝐥/𝐧), i know that i'm obvious and all but.. i like you.. wait no- i love you. I have love you since i saw you, and i though this was just a silly crush but it was not.. i always think of you every day and every night, i just can't help it. now, will you give me a chance to court you?" 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 said while staring deeply in your eyes, holding your hands tightly. He was nervous as heck.

you couldn't find the right words, hell you can't even speak so, you decided to just hug him, teared eye but still smiling happily. You just wanted to kiss him but that was too fast wasn't it?

𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 took that as a yes and he ended up spinning you while holding you tight, smiling widely as both of you laugh your hearts out.

𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 vows to be loyal for you and you only, and he knows that you're loyal to him and him only.. he felt excitement through his body when he imagined you name as " (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚". it fits alot doesn't it? He have many plans in the future, but he have to wait.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

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[ghostfacesvalentine]

Maneater girlfriend - Multimuse x fem!reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some mentions of mvrder, not much honestly, some jealousy, but I think that’s it?

Type: Blerps

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: The muses get maneater girlfriends, how they’d react/act about it.

Notes: Honestly, I know some of us may not always feel like it, but it’s fun to pretend. Just like miss Maddie Perez and my queen Rihanna said, even if you don’t feel like it just pretend. Love my maneater readers. Ps. this isn’t exclusively for fem readers, it can really be for anyone. kiss kiss.

I don’t really know what I was going for, I’m just trying to get my juices going, pls don’t hate. Will probably delete this one tbh

Jason Voorhees: Gets so starstruck around you. It’s actually super cute, he never fails to boost your confidence. No matter what you choose to wear, Jason will stare at you all the time in awe, which of course makes you feel like the prettiest person he’s ever seen. Especially when you decide to go all out, he just becomes a puddle. Jason would literally worship the ground you walk on, you definitely have him under your spell. If you want a fan for a boyfriend, Jason’s the one. The only con is that he’d probably forget to take pictures of you because he’s just daydreaming about his hot s/o.

Michael Myers: Honestly didn’t expect any less, but he is a tiny itsy bitsy threatened by your confidence. Depending on the status of your relationship, it could go one of two ways: He could be completely confident, obviously mopping the floor with the guts of the people who couldn’t keep their eyeballs to themselves, or he could be somewhat weary of the attention you get, no matter who it is. Michael definitely has one of the most toxic abandonment issues, but it’s not like you’d be able to get rid of him, he’d get rid of everyone around you before you could even think about skipping town. Michael would stare a little longer on the days you wear more revealing clothing, it’s your confidence that sells the whole look, he’s absolutely mesmerized by you.

Tiffany Valentine: All for it. Wouldn’t hesitate for a second to help you get into your outfit or finish up your makeup/hair. You’d catch her staring from time to time, which she’d laugh it off not expecting to be caught. I could see her getting jealous at times if it seems like someone has your attention and if they cross a line, a knife crosses their artery, no hesitation. Tiffany would absolutely take pictures of you and post you all over her social media, she wouldn’t mind the thirst comments you’d get, after all you were hers. Tiffany would definitely boost your confidence and you’d both become the ultimate deadliest hot couple.

Billy Loomis: Ok, controversial opinion, but Billy isn’t really used to having maneater girlies. He’s used to having cute, beautiful women, but no one willing to stare daggers into your eyes from across the room. He’s absolutely mesmerized, without knowing it, he’d do anything for you. Billy cannot keep his hands to himself, no matter what you’re wearing, or what you’re not wearing. He’s not the best at taking pictures of you, but you’re damn right he’d keep every picture of you he can get a hold of. Sure he can get jealous, but he also knows he has you wrapped around his finger and no one else.

Stu Macher: Everyone expects Stu to have the hottest girl in school, this is no exception. The way you don’t look away when you catch him staring at you is enough to make him fall in love. As much as I love Stu, I know he’s superficial, so if your looks caught his eye, he would do his best to make your relationship work. Even if it means he has to get the right angles when taking pictures of you. Stu would absolutely brag about you, first about how you look then about what you do or what your interests are. Just like Jason, unintentionally, Stu would worship the ground you walk on. 

Patrick Bateman: Ok honestly what else did you expect. Just like Stu, Patrick is superficial. He always wants to make sure he has the hottest/most confident person within 1000 miles. He’d never admit how he likes your lack of interest in impressing every person you meet. That’s probably the trick. Patrick will never forget the times you’d be approached by wealthy men, or simply attractive people that you just couldn’t care for. That would be one of Patrick’s biggest flexes. Of course he’d always want you to look your best, so he does his part in boosting your confidence through pictures, outfits and compliments. Patrick isn’t shy about showing you off.

Leatherface: Just like Jason, he’s stuck. He can’t believe someone like you is interested in him. You are the prettiest most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. Bubba would absolutely worship the floor you walk on. He’s at your beck and call. He’d do whatever he could to impress you, getting you flowers, learning to make your favorite meals, helping you around the house. He’d do anything to spend time with you and just stare at you. He absolutely loves having printed pictures of you, even if getting him a shirt with your face on it was a joke, he’d absolutely wear it without hesitation. To him, your face is a work of art that should be appreciated.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly, didn’t know what he was getting himself into until he realized how much attention you actually got when you’d clean up. At first he didn’t know how to handle it exactly. Of course, Billy would play it off, knowing if you would wander off, he wouldn’t waste his time. Still, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t completely infatuated with you. Your mannerisms are what kept his attention. He can’t describe it, but it’s definitely your aura that intoxicates him. The fact that others would consider you a “maneater” and that it was Billy Hargrove that pulled you? (I mean of course he did right?) he’d hesitate to admit that it boosted his ego a little bit, but he made sure others kept their hands to themselves. 

Steve Harrington: Steve would be a little more confident than the rest on this list I’d say. He knows you’re hot and he would remind you that all the time. “Well when I first saw you, I’m not gonna lie I thought you’d like, throw a drink at me and tell me to get lost. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring” Of course, being out if it got out of hand with others, Steve wouldn’t hesitate to step in, but otherwise, he’s of course constantly staring at you with a big dorky smile. He’d find any excuse to take pictures of you, even if you’re just relaxing. For sure he’d keep a picture of you in his car.

Bruce Wayne: An awkward little mess. Just the kind to stand there and look at you from afar. During the night, in his double life, he’d keep a tab on you. Of course if you went out frequently, it would only give him more of an excuse to try to bump into you. At first it’d be to just get a glimpse of you, later on to get to know you. Bruce was a billionaire, there must’ve been hundreds of models and wealthy women trying to tie him down and yet there you were not able to get more than a few sentences out of him. Eventually after he powered through to actually ask you out, he would do his best to make sure you were in the finest of clothing and enjoyed all kinds of luxuries. Even from time to time, you’d catch him staring from afar. Other times, you’d find magazines with you and him pictures laying about, but he’d never admit he just loved the way you would photograph.

Steve Rogers: Of course he was used to being among the most desired men to date, but that doesn’t mean at times he still seemed to fail at asking anyone out on a date. Especially you, who would just stare right through the men that would be entitled enough to think you were already interested in them. Eventually though, you managed to cross paths and who could really resist Steve’s charm? Just like the rest on this list, you’d catch him staring, but at times his gaze seems more sinister than the rest. Of course Steve would encourage you to dress whatever way you felt best in, but don’t put it past him to lay a hand over your ass in public when he’d feel the slightest bit of eyes on you.

Loki Laufeyson: His argument would be that he was a prince, of course he would have a maneater s/o, what else did anyone expect. Still, deep down there was a weary feeling of insecurity at times, especially growing under his brothers shadow. That’s when he’d become overly protective around you, when anyone else was present, but even more around his brother. Even if Thor swore to never lay but a finger on you unless you needed saving, Loki would be incredibly possessive. He’d never admit it, but you mesmerized him, he wasn’t shy about admiring you even at times when you’d catch him.

Spencer Reid: Kind of funny that you’d both fit the “nerd x maneater” trope, but I mean, of course you did. Just like Loki, there would be a tiny feeling of insecurity, but Spencer would trust you unless you gave him a reason not to. There would be a little bit more pressure on him to keep alert when you were out in public, even if you knew how to defend yourself. Spencer would love to take pictures of you and use them as bookmarks or keep them framed. He’d need a ton of reassurance and he’d be honest about it. I think he’d be the healthiest on this list about this trope, kinda cute. Would NOT be happy about the team suggesting to use you as bait though.

[beneaththehalo]

nfwmb [rafayel x fem! reader]

an exploration of your married dynamic with rafayel based on the song. there are references to sex and murder, but nothing explicit. the song lyrics are indented, small text, and bolded. 1.3k words. link to ao3!

When i first saw you / the end was soon / to Bethlehem, it slouched /And then it must’ve caught a good look at you / Give your heart and soul to charity / ‘Cause the rest of you / the best of you / honey, belongs to me

another charity gala as rafayel’s wife. parasitic leeches of linkon hoping to boost their image through large donations that barely make a dent in their generational wealth. a drink at the bar, a waltz with a man fifteen years your elder, and the flick of your hair to drain their wallets. it would all be worth it once you could present the large donation check to your favorite ocean conservation charities — saving the sea turtles, clean the beach, etc. in fact, your knack for playing the game is what attracted rafayel to you in the first place. a measly event reporter drowning your sorrows in seconds at the buffet table, ranting to the poor photographer. in a crowd of fairweathers, you were the first real person rafayel had seen. it intrigued him.

you could say the rest was history, but you certainly didn’t make it easy for him as you were wary to trust another snooty, rich man. artist types tended to be uppity, over pretentious, and full of themselves, but their big pockets made them an easy target for charity. you changed your mind on him when you heard him talk about his paintings for the first time, no longer filtered through the PR-lens of Thomas, you saw the true tortures, loves, and muses of a real artist. of course, you were both a bit inebriated at the time which helped forego the filters as you both ranted over the pompous event. when you found out who he was, you thought you’d lose your job and never speak again. you will forever be thankful that the opposite happened.

ain’t it a gentle sound, the rollin’ in the graves? / ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? / ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? / ain’t you my baby? ain’t you my baby?

it wasn’t always easy. the attention that came with being rafayel’s significant other was something you weren’t used too. microphones shoved in your face, constantly ending up on worst-dressed lists, and never knowing who you could trust out of your business contacts. it was fatiguing — this image of mr. rafayel’s perfect wife. she never said anything controversial, so she didn’t have morals or values. she never demanded attention away from her husband. she hardly ate in public or sipped more than one cocktail. yet, she women still seethed with jealousy and found any excuse to tear her down. they told her she would never meet his needs. she wasn’t pretty enough or smart enough to understand his art or tall enough or whatever bullshit excuse the media sold. rafayel’s ability to be a sex symbol as well as an artist was important, you were a threat to the brand.

you can imagine all that external pressure caused an implosion. insecurity breakdowns at home, intimacy interrupted tears, anger, and frustration. rafayel was ever-understanding, his patience with your struggles admirable. and on one such night, he said, “fuck my brand. i fell in love with you because of your capacity to care, tenacity, and raw emotion when you discuss your passions. i could lose my whole career, but i can’t lose you. not to people who don’t know you,” he says, planting a firm kiss upon your forehead. from then on, the dynamic shifted.

nothing fucks with my baby / nothing can get a look in on my baby / nothing fucks with my baby / nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

you were married within a year or so, quick for some, but why wait for something you know will never change? the wedding naturally received a lot of attention despite it being a private elopement. tabloids clamored for the exclusive interview about the marriage of the famed rafayel and if he had any regrets about marrying at his younger age. would this effect his career? was he considering children? intrusive vultures thinking they were owed answers just because of rafayel’s fame. they never received any.

for rafayel was too busy burning every detail of your body into his mind each night. memorizing his favorite canvas and painting purple hues upon the skin of your neck. he touched you as if to prove that you were the only one who could ever draw his attention. all of your insecurities reduced to ash with his steady rhythm and guidance. he was everything you would ever need, and no one could satiate you more. it was heaven on earth, the connection you both shared. you’d both rather be damned than give that up.

if i was born as a blackthorn tree / i’d wanna be felled by you / held by you / fuel the pyre of your enemies

and here you are, back at the scene of the crime, aka this month’s charity gala to benefit coral reef restoration and preservation. you’re a few cocktails deep, the liquor always making things much easier to bear when conversing with the wealthy elite. men who hated their wives, women who loathed their husbands, and children far too privileged to be well-adjusted. people always found you easy to talk to, a little too easy to talk to, which normally you didn’t mind, it caused them to open their wallets all the same. however, tonight was not your night.

one of the men was blathering on and on about his petulant divorce. nothing you had not heard before. he was bolder than the others though, his words slurring a bit as he drapes himself over you. most people knew not to mess with you. for one, you could handle your own. for two, rafayel was rather possessive. so when this man thought he was clever, groping you inappropriately and making inane comments at your behest, something had to be done. so in your best, pseudo-sympathetic voice, you coax him into a private hall. rafayel isn’t far behind.

ain’t it warming you, the world gone up in flames? / ain’t it the life you, you’re lighting of the blaze? / ain’t it a waste they’d watch the throwing of the shade? / ain’t you my baby? ain’t you my babe?

the smoldering, remnant ashes of the man are promptly flushed down the toilet. rafayel cleans his hands at the sink, the small cut across his face already healing. you fix your hair, and blot at any of the smearing of your makeup. “better off anyways,” rafayel mutters, giving you a once over. he gingerly takes your face in his hands, resting his forehead against yours, “Ça va mon amour? [are you alright my love?]” he whispers. you nod, nuzzling your nose against his.

he peppers delicate kisses across your face. then drapes a few more down your exposed neck and collar. all your worries assuaged for the time being as you float in his attention, the memories of the disgusting socialite washed away as he fans the flames of your nerves. “rafayel,” you sigh, leaning into his touch, “you keep at it and the coral reef will never receive their generous check.” he whines in protest, but ultimately agrees and accompanies you back out to the party.

nobody mentions the missing man, and rafayel was such a smooth talker that any questions were easily forgotten. in the end, you had raised over $1.2 million for coral reef restoration, which was a feat in itself. when the party finally concludes and you tiredly shed your personas at the door of your shared home, you couldn’t be more grateful rafayel was who you had chose to spend your life with. and now that you were finally alone again, he would take that chance to remind you.

nothing fucks with my baby / nothing can get a look in on my baby / nothing fucks with my baby / nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

beneaththehalo || est 2024

[drchucktingle]

Where do you find the inspiration for your writing? Do you have any tips for what to do if it feels like the "muse" isn't coming?

this is good question buckaroo. what it comes down to is reconnecting or remembering or reaffirming WHY you are creating art. i do not think there is specific correct answer to this part because we are all creating things with our own WHY in mind. some buds make art for the audience, some make art for themselves, some (like chuck) make it in utilitarian way. my art is not FOR anyone, not myself or anyone else, it is just what i do and i would make it if i was trapped in a pit and nobody would ever see it. it is like breathing air or eating spaghetti, and that is a perfectly valid WHY too.

point is, the WHY is yours and yours alone and it can act as a compass. sometimes we forget our 'why' and just asking yourself directly can REALIGN things pretty dang well. the WHY can be your handsome north star.

here is a trick though. sometimes connecting to your WHY does not entirely kick things off and in this case you need to go even deeper.

there is a fuel we can draw on that lies below all things, humming across every timeline like vibrating strings. this fuel is: LOVE

when you are low on creative fuel do not forget that love is the most powerful force across all timelines. i have BEEN to other timelines bud, and they are so different and strange and unique, up is down and down is up. there are timelines where the oceans are milk and timelines where teeth are alive. BUT ONE THING IS ALWAYS THE SAME

NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE INFINITE LAYERS OF REALITY: LOVE IS REAL.

when looking for an artistic boost there are MANY valid choices ITS ART AFTER ALL. you can create with the fuel of envy or pride or rage those are all just great in their own way, but you can also tap into the pure endless strings that vibrate trough everything by choosing to tap into love. YOU HAVE THIS POWER. everyone has this power, theyve just gotta make the choice to use it.

hope that helps bud

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 207-208

A/N: This is the end of year four reading list. Year five starts this weekend 😊

Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Making Memories - (Billy R. x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Evermore - Part 2 Chp 3 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (8) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (5) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 9 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

To-Do List - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes drabble - @thezombieprostitute

it'll be okay - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckysburdens

Give Up - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

all i want - (Andy x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Poison - (Steve x Reader, Reader x Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Worship - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Another bad date - (Jake x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Memories - (Bucky x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

Drabble Roulette: You get what you give - (Andy Barber) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Your Mark On Me - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Fragile: Questions - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

just between us - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Pregnancy - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

You're a Firework - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Change of View - (Sam x Black Fem!Reader) - @awesomerextyphoon

Convention - (Steve) - @nekoannie-chan

TOL - Swaying - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Wrecked (Part 7) - (Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim

Ensnared - (Cole x Reader) - @labella420

Trust Me, I Can Handle Me a Dangerous Man… - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

I Hate It When You're Drunk - Chp 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

DIY - (Bucky x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

Space mission - (Steve, Nebula) - @nekoannie-chan

Some help - (Steve, Jarvis) - @nekoannie-chan

[moodybluezzz]

Deidara x Reader HCs

[Another 2am editing session, these have been in my docs for a while and I wanted to wrap them up before starting something new]

[Word count: ≈560]

💥When Deidara falls in love he falls hard, and you truly become his muse. He's very loyal and, as much as he tries to deny it, very clingy. The other members of the Akatsuki will start teasing him about how he's head over heels for you, but considering his experience with clingy people coughTobicough he always ends up fighting them over it.

💥Deidara's feud with the Akatsuki becomes even more entertaining once your relationship becomes official. The team watches as he triumphantly introduces you as his partner, his stubbornness vanishing overnight. The guys will probably start calling you Picasso or some other clever nickname.

💥Deidara is surprisingly sweet and careful with you. He's young and hasn't had much relationship experience (if any) so even though he acts tough, he secretly doesn't wanna mess this up.

💥Deidara will call you a masterpiece, or a work of art. He also calls you baby/babe. He retains his usual smooth, casual attitude when he talks and flirts with you.

💥When Deidara starts gaining feelings for you, he'll struggle to focus on his art as his mind wanders. He spends a surprising amount of time working out his feelings for you in his head. At first it's frustrating, but eventually he gives in and starts sculpting gifts for you, using his feelings as motivation. Deidara is surprised by the unique excitement and nervousness that washes over him as he awaits your reaction to his art. And when he presents it to you (after lots of perfecting) his heart skips a beat as he finally gets to see your face light up with excitement.

💥If you're a fellow artist, he'll respect and cherish your work always, especially when you make it for him! Even though he loves to gush about his own masterpieces, his reactions to your creations are just as passionate. And when you find yourself doubting your skills, he'll fight tooth-and-nail to bring your confidence back.

💥Deidara enjoys his partner’s company while he sculpts and finds it far more entertaining than working alone. He'll even set up a workspace for you alongside his own, if you want to join in the sculpting. If he sees you struggling, he'll jump on any opportunity to help you out. “Hey, hey, I got this. Lemme show you how it's done, hmm.” Aside from the ego boost, Deidara is very patient and reassuring as he places his hands on top of yours and guides them along the clay. He knows it flusters you and that's part of the fun.

💥Deidara takes full advantage of his hand-mouths and finds some creative ways to entertain you with them. If you're feeling down, he'll stick his tongues out and make some silly expressions for you. He also uses them to give you triple the kisses, leaving you a blushing mess. If you're on a dinner date, sometimes he'll reach over when you're distracted and use them to steal a bite of your food, despite this being a comically obvious tactic.

💥Deidara's idea of a perfect date is an evening spent riding on the back of one of his clay birds, watching the scenery as you talk about anything and everything on your minds. He could spend hours discussing art, gossiping about the rest of the Akatsuki, and getting to know you better. He's a good listener and even better at keeping a conversation going.

[yourstarvic]

Summary: Starting a new job is always exciting. Especially with it's taking care of four hungry Jackals. So, here you are, working your way with their crazy antics but at least you get to know who their type is.

Pairing: MSBY Jackals x Manager!reader, no romantic pairs...(yet? Still thinking about it...Maybe do a poll? Let me know what ya'll think)

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“Water,” Hinata dragged his feet to the sidelines where you stood. His voice horse and barely audible. “I need water.”

Humming at the usually bouncy volleyball player, you handed him his water bottle, “Good job out there!”

Hinata didn’t reply back, only desperately accepting the bottle from your hands before chugging his thirst away. With the intense practice set the team played, you understood the desperation of needing to quench his thirst. Looking behind the short spiker, you saw Bokuto behind, lightly jogging to where you had his bottle. Quickly handing it to him, you gave him an encouraging smile, boosting about his spikes that quickly lighten his tired demeanor. 

Rushing back to the side lines, you picked the other two bottles and a towel to hang off your arm.  Rushing back to the court to hand the other two monster their water bottles, you were stopped by Bokuto. With your full attention to him, the two of you went back and forth of ways to better his plays. With you being distracted, you didn’t notice who grabbed a bottle from your hands. That is, until a deep voice asked, “Is that my water, (l/n)?”

“Oh,” stopping your conversation with Bokuto, you looked at Sakusa. Sweat dripping down in face and clinging to his shirt. “Yes this is you-where is it? I just had it?”

Looking at your empty hand, you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, then looking back to the sidelines where you were to see if you left it there. Only for it to not be there. “Whatcha looking for?”  Atsumu’s voice cut through before chugged down water. 

“I just had-Miya,” You eyed the bottled at Atsumu’s hands. “Where did you get that bottle?”

“Ya gave it to me,” He stated the obvious. “Actually I took it out of you hands, but same thing.”

“Miya,” You gulped, looking at him with worry, “that is Sakusa’s-San bottle…”

“Huh?”

“You stole my bottle?” Sakusa gritted his teeth in a venomous manner. “I drank out of that!”

Inunaki, the libero of the team, choked on his water, coughing a fit as he pointed a finger to the blonde, “You indirectly kissed Omi!”

“You kisses Omi?

“How did he let you kiss him?”

“I thought you had better standards.”

Voice ranged throughout the members, many laughed at the embarrassment redden cheeks that appeared on Atsumu’s face, while the annoying glare Sakusa’s displayed. You couldn’t help but giggle at the antics, switching the bottle from Atsumu’s hands to his actual bottle, you quickly ran off to find an clean bottle or to clean the bottle Atsumu already use to fill, which ever came first.

“Like hell I’ll kiss Omi-Omi,” Atsumu barked at Inuaki. “He ain’t even my type.” 

“So,” Hinata asked, curious as to what his answer would be, “Who would be your type? On the team.”

“Me, obviously,” He stated as he pointed at himself, to which everyone all saw it coming, nodding their head. “But on the team,” Atsumu hummed thoughtfully, thinking all of the members as he glanced through each of them. “Huh, yeah, I guess it would be Omi-omi-Don’t give me that look!”

Sakusa, who’s face shadow and scrunch into disgust, look at the setter. Everyone else all hummed in agreement, looking at Sakusa up and down as they now see the appeal in him. “Really?” Barnes, a wing spiker on the team mused, “Not who I thought it would be.”

“Who ya think it would be?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he merely pointed nudge his head to orange hair spiker, “Probably Hinata?”

“Yeah,” Hinata agreed, pausing as he thought about himself,  “why aren’t I your type?”

“Does it really matter who my type is?” Atsumu blinked at them, taking another swing of his water bottle. Sakusa pursed his lips in annoyance, knowing he could have drank the refreshing water if it wasn’t for the blonde to steal his bottle. 

The captain, Meian, hummed, pointing at him and Sakusa, “You started it when you indirectly kissed Sakusa.”

“Quit brining that up!”

“I just want water.”

“Answer the question Tsumu,” Bokuto laughed, patted Hinata as they both took this opportunity to mess with their setter. “How come Hinata isn’t your type.”

“Yeah Tsumu,” Hinata pouted, “what’s wrong with me.”

Atsumu stared at the two dryly, disliking the turn of the conversation was. With a deep sigh, ATsumu looked away with a far off look, wishing and missing his dear high school friend. “Aran, if you are listening,” Atsumu through to himself. “I’m sorry for everything I have done to annoy you. Please, give me your strength.”

Most of the members talked amongst themselves themselves as they picked who was their type on the team and who they would kiss. Many felt flattered, being someone’s choice whiles other were confused on who would be their type or to kiss.

Rushing back, you went to hand Sakusa the bottle, which he happily thanked you before chugging the cool water down. Walking away the group, you heard a small sliver of the conversation. Confused by it, you walked to the other managers, “What are they talking about?”

“Who on the team is their type,” One replied back, laughing at the boys.

“And who they would kiss,” another answered, bumping her shoulder to you. 

Chucking at their antics, you shook your head. “They do know there’s only one correct choice right?”

“Meian?”

“Always.”

Notes: Sorry for the late update!!! I promise to get better at it! It's not one of my best work buttttt hope ya'll still enjoy it! Promise the next one will be better!

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