#ALSO while ranting. this could just be a me inside my own head thing but what honestly gets me the most abt ccharlies feelings for cquackity

[quackurucho]

i think its very funny how embarrassingly down bad cquackity was for ccharlie Immediately right off the bat. maybe its just their limited improv/semi-lore screentime that enhances the feeling but like he literally just took him, taught him how to gamble for like 40 minutes and then immediately started saying shit like “you are my best friend you are the greatest friend that i have”. there was NOTHING gradual or reluctant about it he pretty much leaped into his arms without question

[sunrisecaminus]

I have been reading your stuff for a while now and really would love some fluff and smut of either or both Ultra Magnus and Soundwave. Ultra Magnus has an adorable lisp that I just can't get over, it makes his character whole and charming. Soundwave is such a good bean, I really love how he protects his cassettes like they are his children.

Message - I did Soundwave only. Ultra Magnus is my baby boy, so don't worry. I will be making my own fanfics once in a while. I will most likely do an Ultra Magnus fanfic soon.

Soundwave x Human Reader NSFW

Summary - Soundwave treats his human after leaving to complete a mission for too long!

Warning - NSFW

Soundwave has been getting more work than normal. This man has been getting physical missions more often as well, which is usually not a good thing. He usually stays inside the ship and types on his computer, but everyday you try to look for him and he isn't there. When he is gone, you had nothing to do. Usually Laserbeak would play with you, or you could play puzzles with Soundwave…but alas, they are not here for you to hang out with. You were so tired of this, that honestly you want to go up to Megatron right now and tell him yourself why he should stop Soundwave from going on these missions! He is right at his throne right now! You stomp over to his pedes and-

…

So you are now in Soundwave's room, hiding from the scary Warlord. You locked yourself inside so Megatron couldn't get to you and climb up on his birth. You forgot that Megatron didn't like you and also didn't like it when people criticize his orders, so for now you are stuck in the 2nd in command's quarters. It has been a few hours since you knew Soundwave left, so you were ready to scold him when he got back. For now, you are jumping on his birth and lay on the sheets. You see a few things in his birthroom that usually people would look pass like it was nothing. It seemed very minimalist with only a bland desk and chair. It had some data pads with some decorative jars on the back corner. He has shown you what the jars had in them and honestly it has to be the cutest thing ever. There was a bunch of trinkets that Laserbeak would collect on her journeys that she would like to have. Every jar had hundreds of them, protected by the thick sealing. On the walls, there was frames of red and black paintings that kind of look like the human version of modern art, but it was actually Laserbeak's paintings she tried to make. You never knew why people were so afraid of the second in command…but you were about to find out today.

You hear the door unlocking and opening. Laserbeak comes into view with Soundwave, flying over and landing right next to you. "Hi sweetie!" You hug her with open arms and start to pet her head. You were so happy to see her finally, thankfully she was not injured today so it seemed to have been successful. Soundwave doesn't say anything like usual, but he is feeling something different today. He almost lost Laserbeak in the fight he just had, and is very overprotective right now. He watches you and Laserbeak playing with each other and it was making him feel things he shouldn't for someone like you. He needed to calm down, or everything would get messy. Soundwave was feeling, hungry. You look over to see him staring and huff. "Y'know I tried to talk to Megatron earlier! You keep leaving me alone with nothing to do!" You fold your arms in a joking fashion and look a little angry. Soundwave just doesn't move and keeps thinking, Primus you were so cute. He couldn't believe the bravery you had to even say anything to Megatron with how much of a dumpster fire he is. You kept ranting to him on how you felt lonely and honestly, all he could think about is your face. Laserbeak was playfully supporting you, being behind your body and nodding in agreement. Oh, you don't want him to leave? He will get as close to you as he could to help you forgive him.

…

Laserbeak left to go back to scouting, you and Soundwave ate your respective meals as you read some of the data bases that Soundwave was given. You could read it a little, the cybertronian language was a bit hard to understand. You could tell that it was letters to him sent by Megatron, Knockout, and some soldiers. Soundwave was on his birth, watching you in the corner of his eye as he shifts through his drawer to get some buffing done. You just looked so pretty in his eyes, he never knew humans would be so pretty when they don't even do anything to be that way. If you put on make-up he thinks the creativity makes you even more pretty. Nothing you do can make you ugly in his eyes…nothing. All he wanted to do was make you see what he sees. He wanted you to relax and let him make you appreciated, he wanted you to feel loved. As he is having a love spell casted on him, you were just chillin. Grabbing a pencil, you start to draw on the data pad to make cute pictures beside the data pads. Honestly, you were so bored without anything to do on this ship. Soundwave bought you a bunch of stuff, but it wouldn't get here until next month. Drawing and having fun with soundwave was almost everyday, but right now, you wanted to do something different. You feel something wrap around your wrist and see it was a wire connected to Soundwave's tendrils. "Oh? What's up!" You look over to see Soundwave staring at you like he was before, giving you nothing on his screen to communicate what he wants. "Uh-Hey big man what's going on?" Again, he doesn't say anything while another tendril circles you, wrapping around your hips.

You feel yourself being picked up, as the tendrils support your body with a nice and comfortable embrace. Feeling his touch, you were curious on what he wanted from you. He brings you closure to his frame and looks at your vulnerable state…yeah, he couldn't control himself anymore. His tendril holding your wrist lets go and starts to rub against your legs, going from the outside to the inner thigh, massaging you so your body could relax. His touch was nice, though you never knew he would be so touchy. The feeling of the wires touching around your sensitive areas made you a bit dazed, watching them slide in between your legs as they tug on your pants. "Mmm…Soundwave, you ok?" The moment you asked his head perked up a bit. Not his little human try to care about him when he is suppose to be treating you. His body gets a bit hot from the love he is feeling right now and takes your pants off slowly. Before you could say anything else, you feel a tendril tying itself around your head, forcing your mouth closed by covering your lips. You feel your folds being played with by the wires as they enter inside your walls. Hearing your moans being muffled by his tendrils made Soundwave want to continue, grabbing at your thighs and hips. He realized there wasn't a way for him to show you how beautiful you were…he had to think of something before you could cum. Thinking about it, he gets an idea and hovers you close to his face mask. At first you were embarrassed on how close you got…but it got worse when Soundwave's face turned into a mirror like screen. You can see yourself on his face naked and bounded by his strength. Watching with your owns eyes the tendrils going in and out of your vagina was so flattering. He watches as your face gets bright pink and struggle against his grip…Soundwave enjoyed your little playful reaction.

It continued…for hours. He would massage your body to give you a break, but than go back into the action. He calculates that you have released about four times now, knowing you won't be able to keep this going any longer. You weren't moaning anymore, you were just making sweet uneducated noises at him. Your brain was clouded, your legs were weak, and your crotch has never felt hotter before…cumming for the fifth time today. Soundwave retracted his tendrils away from you to look at his masterpiece. Your human body shakes a little from the events that just happened, feeling you would pass out if he tried to do it again. You hear a small click sound and see that he just took a picture of your body, saving it in his processor. "Soundwave! N-no!" All you could hear from him is a small evil chuckle. Yeah, Soundwave will never delete that picture if his life depends on it.

[mamirhodessxox]

One request. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Angry black suit cody. 😍😍😍

That's all.🙃🙃🙃

Ask and you shall recieve shnookum 🤓☝️

Settle Down

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)

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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.

“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.

“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.

Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.

For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head

“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.

“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”

Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.

Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.

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[markluvrrr]

"please sir" | l.sm

pair: COLLEGE professor! lee seokmin x afab! reader

summary: you fail your favourite professors class and you make a deal with him to help you pass.

warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot, lowkey cringy, soft dom! seokmin, unprotected sex (don't do this), he cums inside, spanking, praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, pet names like good girl, baby, darling.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is the first time i’m posting on tumblr and i’m kinda scared but i’m pretty proud of this fic so i hope you like it :) also i was listening to crazy in love the whole time i wrote this, honestly helped me finish it

professor lee was the kindest teacher you'd ever had. he was the hot, single professor on campus everyone had a crush on. sometimes he'd even teach you things one on one if you were struggling, and he'd take time out of his day just to talk to you. his attention got to the point that your classmates swore he definitely played favourites, but you knew he had a motive behind his actions. your knowledge lead you to today, in his office, crying because you had gotten your (luckily not final) results for this term. and you just flunked professor lee's class.

you felt guilty because he'd literally tutored you at his own free will. what a waste, you thought. you hadn't meant to start crying while trying to explain yourself to the man, but the tears pricked at your eyes.

"y/n, it's alright that you failed. it's only the the second term, you have next semester to prove yourself." he tried his best to comfort you.

"i feel so hopeless, sir... i'm so sorry," you continued your rant, more tears staining your cheeks. professor lee stood up now, making his way to you.

putting a hand on your shoulder, he made you look him in the eyes. "you're not hopeless, y/n. everyone fails in life. you just have to keep on going and try harder next time, which i know you will. you're an intelligent person."

he started to wipe your tears with a tissue, and smiled so warmly your heart almost melted.

then an idea popped into your head. sure, it would embarrass you for life if he declined, but somehow you just knew he wouldn't.

"sir... what would i need to do if you changed my score before the final results come out?"

professor lee's smile dropped, and he took his hand off your shoulder. "y/n, are you trying to bribe me?"

he was putting on an act all of a sudden, you could see through him. "so what if i am? you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

he sighed, breaking eye contact with you and leaning backwards onto his desk and folded his arms. "what makes you think i would?"

"i'm your favourite student, mr. lee." you smiled sweetly, making him look at you again. taking in a breath, he stuttered. "i-i don't play favourites."

humming, you kept the sickly sweet smile on your face as you tried your best to plead with the man. "don't lie to your favourite student, mr. lee. you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

he groaned in annoyance as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "you want to play this game, y/n?"

you nodded. "i'll do anything you want me to. as long as you keep my end of the deal, mr lee."

professor lee scoffed, but then he leaned closer to your ear, "my name is seokmin, baby."

the pet name made you shudder. "tell me what you want me to do, seokmin."

"bend over the desk for me, y/n." he ordered and you obliged. you heard his footsteps walk away from you, hearing the lock click shortly after.

his hands on your waist made you jump a little. "be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay?" he whispered before pulling your pants down to your ankles. "now, i don't think i should reward you yet after what you just pulled."

you whined and seokmin chuckled at your state. then, he slapped your right cheek with force, making you cry out at the suddenness.

he rubbed your ass and shushed you. "not too loud, don't want people to hear how desperate you are for me, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but he slapped your opposite cheek making your jaw shut tight. "what should i do with you baby?"

"use me, sir... please," you mewl. your panties were soaked at this point. as if seokmin read your mind, he dragged a finger along your clothed cunt. "so needy..."

"all for you- ah!" another slap. "no talking except for you counting the slaps, got that?" his dominant tone made you writhe under him. he slapped your ass again. "three..."

you peeked behind you. seokmin's shirt was buttoned down and open, showing off his toned chest. he then wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"is this okay, darling?" he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. when you gave your consent, he pulled them down. "so pretty..." he breathed out, seokmin made you turn around and sit on the desk facing him, before getting on his knees in front of you. when you felt his breath against your warmth, you suddenly felt insecure.

"no one's ever eaten me out before," you squeaked out, and seokmin stared up into your eyes. "i'll make you feel good, darling."

he buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds made your eyes shut tightly. he started eating you out like a man starved.

it took everything not to moan loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth and only quiet whimpers escaping. seokmin kept eye contact with you the whole time he tongue-fucked you.

his nose bumped your clit every few seconds, and you didn't know when he slipped a finger inside of you until he started pumping.

he tore his mouth away from you for a moment, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as two of his slender fingers fucked into you. "tastes so good, exactly how i imagined..." he trailed off, his eyes now transfixed onto your cunt taking his fingers in.

the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking, soft moans getting louder and more desperate. "sir, i'm gonna-!"

then, he withdrew his fingers from you. "sorry baby, but i need to feel you cum on my cock."

"not fair, i was so close!" you huffed. seokmin chuckled darkly, turning you around again and bending you over. another slap to your ass, "for talking back."

you had an internal battle with yourself, whether you wanted to be a brat and have him punish you more or be good and have him finally fuck you.

seokmin unbuckled his belt and you watched as his pants pooled down to his ankles. "do you want me to take you from behind or in front, y/n?"

"i wanna see you..." you murmur, embarrassment flushing your face. "of course you do darling," seokmin teased as he turned you around again.

when you made eye contact, he pulled you in for a kiss. not a quick peck, or a sloppy one, but a kiss filled with love. you felt his smile on your skin and you couldn't help but reciprocate.

when you pulled away, you could finally take a good look at the man you've been dying to fuck since the first day of his class. he was beautiful, from his pretty face to his drool-worthy abs. then, your eyes trailed further down and you saw his bulge.

you nearly salivated at the thought of his dick in your mouth, but you decided that's for another day. "i don't have a condom, are you on the pill? i'm clean." seokmin pulled you from your thoughts.

"yeah, i'm clean too," you breathed out and seokmin pulled you into another kiss as he pulled his boxers down.

you couldn't resist and your hands wrapped around his length, and seokmin let out a small gasp. smirking, you started to pump him and he turned into putty in your hands.

spreading your legs, you spit on your hand and pumped his length more before bringing the tip to your hole. "fuck me, sir."

as fast as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside. "fuck, you're so tight,"

you'd only ever had sex once before, so the feeling of having someone inside you was basically foreign. it hurt, but the pain was so worth it.

"are you okay?" seokmin asked, and you let out a small whimper as he finally entered fully inside of you. "yeah, just- wait a minute."

he stayed still until you tapped his shoulder and he started moving at a slow pace. he kept at it for a bit, but you grew impatient. "seokmin, i said use me."

he moaned at your words and picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping and both of your noises combined filled the small office.

"want me to use you like the good girl you are, huh?" he grunted out, snaking a hand between you and started rubbing your clit. "oh fuck, wanted you for so long..."

seokmin's confession slipped your mind, too lost in the pleasure to care. his cute moans filled your ear and his thrusting started getting sloppy. "ah- baby, can i cum inside? wanna.. please," he begged.

him pathetically moaning above you turned you on so much more then you thought it would. "fuck, yes! fill me up seokmin,"

"cum on my cock baby, i know you can do it." he started rubbing at your clit faster. your legs started shaking as you tried wrapped them around his waist, pulling seokmin closer to you.

the heat radiating off both your bodies and the smell of sex was intoxicating. your moans started becoming pitchier as his thrusts reached your g-spot.

"ohmygod, i'm gonna cum!" you cried out as your legs trembled while you came undone. his name never left your lips, chanting it like a mantra as seokmin kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

your hands glazed over his sweat covered chest, letting him use you to release. the overstimulation from your orgasm made your breath hitch and legs feel like jelly.

"y/n, i'm close, fuck!" seokmin whimpered as he released inside you, his warmth painting your walls white. sounds of panting and the clock in the corner ticking filled your ears.

seokmin pulled out of you with a shy smile as if you hadn't just had sex, and quickly got some tissues from the box on his desk. he cleaned you up, wiping his cum and your sweat off of you. you were both quiet and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"thank you, y/n... i really liked that," seokmin spoke up, albeit rather awkwardly. now you suddenly felt embarrassed for using your teacher like this.

when you opened your mouth to speak, his lips enveloped yours. you slid a hand up his chest, and his nails digged into your waist. "i'd like to do this again," he whispered on your lips.

"seriously?" your eyes widened. you didn't expect that. seokmin giggled when he saw your reaction. "of course, i've been giving you signals all semester!"

"if you give me a good mark i'll go on a date with you," you joke.

"well, i was actually going to pass you when i reread your paper before you came into my office anyways," seokmin shrugged and your jaw dropped. "so i embarrassed myself for no reason?!"

"darling, you're the best pussy i've ever had. i don't think you embarrassed yourself." he whispers in your ear. you want to slap the smirk off of his face, but he was way too pretty to lay a finger on.

"so, that date's still on right?"

[dragon-ascent]

Hello, how are you ? Since you have open request I’d like to ask something : How do you think our favorite dragon Zhongli will react to his wife being accused of lying because they have corrected an historian on a false fact about Morax ?

Since English isn’t my first language I’m afraid this is not clear, I’m sorry.

Ooh, I like it, here's what I've come up with <3

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The tension is palpable and certainly not what you were hoping to land yourself in when you accepted Zhongli's request to be his plus-one aboard the Pearl Galley.

"Forgive me, Mr. Changying, but that's where I'll have to correct you," you tell the stocky man before you. The food and drinks on the table are long-untouched. "Rex Lapis didn't take on such a grand ten-headed and eight-armed form to exterminate those sea creatures. In fact, he personally went door to door to trap them in little Geo contraptions, even having a bit of trouble with the.... particularly wrigglier ones."

Changying's eyes practically roll into the back of his head. "Do you truly believe that rubbish just because that is what's commonly peddled? That the Geo archon, who could raise the mountains and calm the tides without breaking a sweat, found the task of getting rid of tiny sea creatures tedious and challenging?"

Sighing, you say, "Even the gods are subject to being less-than-perfect in their methods. And besides, the damn things were inside people's houses - brute strength would not have been handy at all. Rex Lapis needed to be careful and meticulous so that none of his people were harmed. Hence the Geo cages."

Despite how neatly you'd presented your counterpoint, Changying merely scoffs as he adjusts his glasses. He jabs a finger at you accusingly. "You're lying, just like everyone else," he growls, "and you clearly have no respect for our late archon! Do you even like him?"

Your breath nearly hitches in your throat as you gaze up at him in shock. "Ex...excuse me?"

The man pulls no punches as he continues his rant against you. "How can you so blindly believe what the masses think? Maybe if you were a real Rex Lapis follower like me, you would learn some critical thinking skills and draw more accurate conclusions!"

"I'm afraid I am on the side of my partner here, Mr. Changying," cuts in Zhongli, placing an arm on your shoulder. Relief floods your veins as you let out the breath you'd been holding. "They are correct in explaining that Rex Lapis had to go the simplistic route when dealing with Liyue's sea creature infestation."

Changying's eyes grow wide. "Forgive me, Mr. Zhongli," he murmurs, and you're not ignorant to the way his tone mellows out and becomes more respectful as he continues to speak. "I didn't know you were also in agreement of that story. But let me explain why he likely-"

"It is alright for you to have your own interpretations of events, especially for a being with an expansive history that is always being debated over," says Zhongli calmly, poised as always, "but when these interpretations are unrealistic and you still try to present them as fact...while belittling other people, no less...the line must be drawn somewhere, yes?"

Changying blanches, stammering, "Er, but don't you think Rex Lapis would appreciate deviating thought processes more, especially when..."

Zhongli's eyes narrow ever so slightly, his visage still calm as a pond. "Perhaps so, but what he would not appreciate is his people trying to one-up others in an attempt to prove they are his most loyal followers." Your husband glances at you. "I know my partner well, and they love Rex Lapis dearly. Not only do you accuse them of lying, you also undermine the love they hold for the deity."

His hand brushes against yours and he interlaces his fingers with you, giving a gentle, reassuring squeeze. You smile softly.

Changying scrambles for words, useless excuses and explanations that hardly justify him being on his high horse.

Zhongli, unamused, fires his parting shot. "Far be it for an ordinary man like myself to tell you what to do, but here is some advice: gather reliable citations for your claims, provide succinct evidence, and be respectful of those with opposing views, and perhaps then Rex Lapis would consider you a favorite of his."

With that, Zhongli escorts you away from the scene, knowing full well you will always be his favorite by far - the approving smile he gives you conveys that perfectly.

[finniestoncrane]

BEGGING you to write a facesitting fic with AK Eddie and a male reader, idc who's receiving!! Please xoxo 💚💚💚

Arkham!Riddler x Male!Reader, word count: ok yeah this is PERFECT for him, so i've gone with the concept of eddie putting someone's mouth to far better use than just yapping and annoying him (although he is also a candidate for being forced to shut the fuck up lmao) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: reader has a penis, rimming, face sitting, domming, kind of angry sex but isn't all sex angry sex with him? sick of him honestly u-u

The floor of his work room was cold, but not clinical. It was far from it. Dirty, cracked, mostly exposed concrete and stone. But it didn't stop you from immediately getting down onto it and laying on your back when he demanded it. So there you found yourself, your body positioned beneath him, his over yours. He had squatted directly over your head, facing towards your feet. For a while he had hovered just above you, so you had to force your neck up and your tongue out to satisfy him, but now he had graciously lowered his slender, bony ass down onto you, raising himself only when he assumed you needed to breathe.

There was no denying that you had crossed a line. It couldn't be easy to come back from having your tongue as deep as it would go inside your boss' asshole, your saliva spread from the top of his cheeks to the back of his balls. But you would cross that bridge when you came to it. Besides, there was barely any time to consider it before Eddie had interrupted you with more of his rambling.

"Do not mistake this as my needing any kind of assistance or physical affection. I'd hate for you to get ideas above your station."

But it was too late, those ideas were already swimming in your head. The beautiful thought that maybe Eddie had needed this, wanted it, as badly as you did. It was him who suggested it after all. He could rant and rave for as long as he wanted about this being nothing but an excuse to relieve some tension and to give you something to do besides talking or bothering him. Something you could do well, at least.

Just the idea alone of him conjuring up the means to request that you service his tight, puckered hole, along with the fact that you could now consider yourself lucky enough to know what the Edward Nigma tasted like, was enough to have your own arousal reaching a dangerously uncomfortable level. So with a frought hand, you palmed at your growing erection, stiffening length pressed tight against the front of your pants, begging for the friction that would lead to release.

"And don't even think about gaining any pleasure from this yourself. Take your useless, clumsy hands away from yourself and keep your focus on this task."

He brought down the countless sheets of paper with a loud smack, enough of them clenched in his fist to make some impact on your chest. You had thought his attention was focused solely on those, his various plans and screeds of unintelligible writing, but you supposed he might actually find it difficult to concentrate now, despite his insistence to the contrary.

Clearly, this was not going to be all fun, but you could get what you needed from knowing Eddie was pleased, at least.

"One thing at a time, you idiot, you can barely afford the brain power to take on one chore, do not add another. I want all of your attention on my needs. No. Not. Not needs. Please, just focus that incessant wagging tongue and that wandering mind on me only. As it should always be."

He had faltered a little, letting some inner thoughts slip. He wasn't all that clever, not socially, and you found him often letting little things slide through the carefully constructed facade that he wore for everyone around, even himself. But he managed to reset himself, finding his control once more, that little bit of elevation from degrading you that pushed his ego back out in front.

"I do believe that this might be the best use for that incessant mouth of yours yet. So quiet, so peaceful. That is the only reason you're there, beneath me. To keep you from wittering on and bothering me."

You wondered, silently, if he knew the effect that his cruel words had on you. And if he knew, would he be worse? Or would he withold that delight from you as a sinister punishment.

Your fingers twitched as you considered it, almost moving once again to your cock, but you found something else for them to focus on, letting them curl around Eddie's ankles, steadying him as you pressed your tongue deeper into him. Each digit clawed at his grimy work boots, at the torn cuffs of his pants, as you tried to restrai your needs. But you could feel your hips moving, grinding into the air, helplessly, hopelessly, trying to relieve the pressure behind your zipper.

So instead, you focused on putting all of your effort into Eddie. Every so often, when he lifted himself to let you breathe, you could see his balls tightening, raising, his cock so erect you couldn't see it from this angle, completely stiff and out straight. You lapped furiously, teeth scraping against his cheeks where they could find purchase, tongue firm, strained, as you tried to get deeper within him, finding yourself groaning as his hole opened and closed. His taste on your tongue and at the back of your throat, salted sweat between his cheeks adding to the culinary delight. His scent, the musky odour from his ass, hard work and sacrifice creating a unique assault on the senses.

And your efforts proved fruitful, as Eddie let out his own soft sound of what could only be appreciation. He was quick, however, to discount it.

"Please, don't read that reaction as anything more than an involuntary biological response, I am still human after all. This is pleasant only for the fact that I have yet to hear you distract me from my work."

He hadn't expected a response, didn't want one. But that didn't mean you weren't going to push your luck in the brief moment you had where your mouth wasn't buried between his ass cheeks.

"Yes, sir."

It was risky, perhaps a little too flirtatious to be looked over, maybe viewed as unwarranted affection that would likely make Eddie angrier. And what you were really hoping for was an outcome that involved a more relaxed boss to work alongside for the rest of the day, and perhaps a repeat tomorrow when you purposefully pushed his buttons once more.

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Okay I’m going to geek out about Toshinori’s costume designs because I’m an English major and analyzing tiny details in text is what we do and also I love??? The designs! And each one tells us so much about All Might and his focus during each costume.

Costume 1 (Young Might):

So first off, despite young All Might’s longtime dream of being a hero, his suit is mostly black. A stark difference from comics books and his later self which tend to be bright primary colors. The few dashes of primary colors he has are desaturated, even in the second instance where we see this costume. This would have likely been the only costume Toshinori designed himself, as David became his designer in college.

Obviously, others have pointed out the similarities to Nana’s suit, just like how Izuku copied AM’s, so I don’t think it will be necessary for me to point that out. But this suit is also very practical. Something the flashy All Might isn’t really known for, but let me point the details out. He has boots, gauntlets, as well as what appears to be protection for his upper torso, and even for his neck. A decent balance between more protection and more weight, which would slow a hero down. Also, unlike Nana’s suit, his extends completely down the arms. The only skin surface available is that of his hands, something that stays the same through all of his costumes and as such, must be something he personally insists on. In media, gloves often represent someone with secrets, or a guarded personality. All Might not wearing gloves shows how open he is, not just with his friends but strangers too. And it’s humble, too. It’s not an unfeeling, covered hand extending to you when you’re in danger, it’s the bare-handed reach of a friend, and I fully believe that’s why Toshi goes without gloves. Also it’s possibly a sensory thing for him as well, which goes with my canon-supported theory that this man has ADHD, but that’s a nerd rant for another time.

The colors are important because while obviously they mimic Nana, you can practically see through the color choice that Toshinori is not in his right mindset here. While later the oversaturation of colors serves to show how his own heroism has made him into something Else, and outside of his own head, leaving the man inside to shrivel away, these muted colors show that Toshinori has not yet blossomed. Also in the brief scenes we see of him when he is younger, Toshinori is very solemn. The one scene we get of him smiling when he’s young is when Izuku is comparing them at the same age, and even then, it’s more of a smirk as opposed to the signature All Might grin we all know and love. Black also is just a reasonable color for something like crime-fighting. Black shows the least grime/dirt, so he could reasonably spend more hours out in this costume without having to come home and wash it/trade it out. (Which is something that I love that this series includes, by the way!)

Costume 2-ish:

Toshinori adds some shoulder pads for the fight with AFO, probably expecting to stand side-by-side with his mentor. I could give a more full-body image but this is really the only difference I could pick out.

Costume 3 (College Might):

This is the first costume of All Might’s that is designed by David Shield.

First off, props to David. He’s an awesome designer. He not only made a new design, but incorporated several choices from AM’s previous suit, and definitely conferred a lot with Toshi on how he wanted his suit to look while still ensuring its functionality.

Black is traded for a dark, unsaturated blue, giving AM a more peaceful look, as navy blue is considered to be a calming color. (Even Endeavor wears it! But maybe copying AM and not wearing it for the same purposes?) All Might’s cape is also changed from red to blue, taking away the dark look and making it the color of the sky, again adding to that Symbol of Peace idea that is Toshinori’s dream. The gauntlets and boots remain, but the chest-piece has been removed, offering up more mobility. The yellow of his belt has been brightened, and added in place of the blues on his gauntlets and boots, giving him an overall more friendly look as opposed to the more subdued one he had before with the blue accents. The red has been removed as well, and by moving it to his body, it gives the impression of veins and the blood that is pumping away through the heart of this hero, which is fantastic for someone who cares as much as Toshinori does. White was also added vertically on the sides of the suit, thinning out the very intimidating form of Toshi and making him more approachable, while adding a more pure look to his overall form. This appears to be in part, a stylistic choice on David’s end that follows through to the other suits, though it’s hard to know if it remains on the Bronze Age Suit as well.

Overall the brighter colors telegraph that Toshinori is doing much better mentally at this point. He now has A Friend, and for the time being, is safer from the troubles at home, until he has to return.

Costume 4 (Bronze Age):

We don’t even get a full look at this suit, indicating that its time in use was likely short-lived. As I’ve seen others suggest, it seems very likely that when All Might returned to Japan, he went straight down to business and began doing vigilante work as he tried to track down AFO. However, possibly due to a combination of not finding him and All Might’s rising popularity, he seems to abandon this track and move on to a different form of heroism, which his suit symbolizes. I’ll briefly point out that Toshinori returns to the primarily black suit he had as a teenager, as well as the shadows of his face that add to the idea that as soon as he got back to Japan, he reverted to the mindset he had when he left.

Costume 5 (Silver Age):

This suit indicates to me that this period was All Might’s prime, despite his later suit being considered the Golden Age of All Might. (And even though it’s my least-favorite design.) He has the typical cape of a hero, and the bright colors are now fully of typical comic book style. The circular design on his chest indicates a target, but with being cast in white and surrounded in red, gives the impression that he himself is not the target, but the villainy around him is. Or at least, that is likely the thought process for this design. Other than the dashes of white here and there, the colors are very solid, possibly indicating a more stable, but single-minded train of thought, something AM is notorious for. No offense to Dr. Shield, but I would have mixed the colors better in here, and the cape connection is too bulky for someone who’s as jacked in the shoulders as Toshinori is. Alas, I am not the designer. We shall move on.

Costume 6 (Golden Age):

I love this suit. Plenty of analysis has been done on it already, but I think it’s a fantastic representation of how Toshinori’s been crushed under the very image he had originally wanted to create. His shadows are darkest and most severe here, reminiscent of how body-builders dehydrate themselves to get the best appearance of their musculature. His posing is also more inward, as opposed to the silver age, with the angles of his elbows being less directly out and more in, and instead of appearing confident, it’s more of how a cat puffs out its hair to make itself appear larger when it’s scared. I had a long bit to go with this but it was eaten by the Tumblr gremlins. Basically I believe this suit was made post AFO-battle. All Might is declaring he’s not finished yet, all while knowing his time is running out. This suit has several callbacks to the original suit David designed for him, with the navy, though more saturated base and the red lines running throughout the form, though the gauntlets and boots from before have been integrated into the suit itself. This could reflect David’s mindset as well, as he reminisces about the days when Toshinori was healthy and happy, when now Toshinori’s health is rapidly fading.

Anyway, here’s my costume analysis! I think it adds a little more insight to Toshinori’s mental state and situations in the years outside of the show as well as in them, and I hope you enjoyed this read! I’d love to hear other ideas too, if anyone has them!

[popkornshrmp]

LONNG AWAITED ELTINGVILLE CLUB HEADCANONS!!!

I’m a fiend for these guys so lemme share my thoughts with a crowd that’s actually interested in what I have to say!!

PETE DINUNZIO

- You can’t tell me this guy doesn’t play hack n slash games. He’s gotta be a sucker for DOOM, especially Postal 💔 I have a feeling this guy makes crazy foreign references to the games and the guys have NO IDEA what he’s saying

- I know Pete wore a Danzig tshirt in “Bring Me The Head of Boba Fett” but I think he’d also really like death metal. He’d go into a mall and jab at nu metal fans, basically the embodiment of “name five songs”

-!!HAS A SECRET MYSPACE ACCOUNT AND ONLY HAS JERRY ON HIS TOP FRIENDS LIST!!!

- I have a feeling that Pete’s a sucker for spicy food. He’s definitely that kid in class who’s eating hot chips at 7am😔

-Probably owns a copy of Diablo and claims to play the game to the last drop, in reality he only got through one map and got fed up with the camera angle. (Still buys merch tho)

-A FREAK. I know, I know they’re all freaks, but this guy’s just weird. You could be minding your own business and he’d come up to you and ask you the filthiest questions ever. Claims that his friends “dared him to”, but they’re far from affiliated with his raging hormones. You probably couldn’t go a day without him tugging on your arm looking for attention..

-Probably sneaks into their high school’s band room to play their snare drums, has been caught by the director and reported more times than he could count. (Surprisingly enough, he’s not too bad!)

- LOVES showing shock media to random students in class. You could be working on anything and he wouldn’t even tap you on the shoulder or on your desk, he’d just hold his stupid flip phone out and show you the lowest quality video while giggling like an idiot. Gross.

JOSH LEVY 😍😍

- I had to knock this one out cause I have a LOT to say about Josh…(forgive me)

-Secretly indulges in “girly” media. He loves all things deemed cutesy..especially MLP and magical girl animes. Although he tries to cover this interest up with his sci-fi collection and collection of comic books that could make anyone crumble beneath its weight, he has a small collection of mangas and MLP toys stashed in a box under his bed. Some nights he sits in bed and fixes the pony’s hair and giggles at their features, or just leans back and relaxes while flipping through an issue of Cardcaptor Sakura. The guys have yet to learn about this little secret, and if they did? Josh would lose his mind.

-LOVES legos. Like, majority of his holiday gifts are either comics, collectables, or one big lego set. If the guys cared just a little bit more about what he’d been up to, Josh could rant for hours about his favorite sets. Death Star? Check. Some big stupid flower bouquet for his mom? Check. The list goes on

-If it wasn’t already obvious, given his binge eating and all, Josh has a MAJOR oral fixation. Do not ask to borrow a pen or pencil, chances are he’s been gnawing on it for the past eight weeks. He’s tried chewing gum or hard candies to keep himself from gnawing on his pens of the inside of his mouth, but it never works.

-Considering Evan Dorkin’s post about all of the boys having abusive parents, Josh is one of the worst when it comes to managing his anger. Chances are he never really had an outlet to cope (other than eating), so he’s very, very quick to anger. I like to believe that part of the reason why he keeps his hair tied back in a pony tail is because he’s had a habit of tugging on it out of pure frustration. If he isn’t shouting or hurling insults at someone, he’s hurting himself.

-A BEAST at anything science or math related. If you’re struggling in either of those topics, you better hope Josh likes you. Sure, he claims that he’s great at writing, he loves to use library computers to type up pathetic fanfics, but his knowledge of science and mathematics outweigh that by a mile. He LOVES chemistry, if you’re on his good side he’d spill all sorts of facts about stoichiometry, molecular structures, or anything that you need help with. (If you want to ace a test, you better listen to those rants…)

- As religious as his family is, I’m not too sure if Josh enjoys visiting the local synagogue. He probably struggles to fit in with the other Jewish kids, leaving him to awkwardly twiddle his thumbs and pray that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t gay to find Super Boy cute.

-Horrible at cooking, but surprisingly good at baking?? Sometimes he makes cookies using his mother’s old recipe book, takes great pride in keeping the family tradition alive (even if the cookies are borderline raw)

I LOVE WRITING THESE, IF Y’ALL WANT A PART 2 WITH BILL N JERRY LET ME KNOW!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii!!! I love your work so much!!! I was wondering if you could do a hurt/comfort with Miguel O’hara where him and the reader get into an argument over something (you can choose what) and maybe where he has to apologize to the reader. I Love angst that ends in fluff!!! ❤️❤️❤️

You and Miguel fought like every other couple but the most recent fight has to be one of the worst in your relationship. You understood that Miguel was a born natural protector, especially when it comes down to the people that he loves, so much to the point that he’s hightailing anyone who threatens to tear apart the relationships he treasured on all fours with a crazed look in his scarlet eyes.

You could never fault him for being that way with everything he’s ever been through but it does however become somewhat difficult to excuse when he’s practically breathing down your neck 24/7, partnering up with you on missions that he knows you can do on your own but felt that you might need the back up, or how his emotions seemed to change as though he was having a hard time deciding whether or not to act as your boyfriend or the leader of the Spider-Society.

You loved Miguel, deeply and truly but you couldn’t help to think that sometimes he felt more so your boss then he did your boyfriend but you just didn’t know how to bring that up with him; fortunately for you, the situation did arise but unfortunately it came from an argument relating to your most recent mission. ‘I had it handled Miguel and then you had to go and take my anomaly, my capture, you had to completely take over my mission that was assigned to me and me alone to pursue!’ You ranted as you got back home, peeved off by the fact that once again your solo mission became and impromptu duo mission, because of Miguel’s incompetence in seeing that you were more then well trained within your field of expertise.

‘I was just trying to-‘ Miguel started

‘Protect me, I know.’ You interrupted bitterly. ‘I’m thankful for that but it happens so frequently that I’m starting to think that you don’t have any semblance of trust in me nor my abilities in getting the job done.’ You added on as you continued to say everything you’ve been meaning to say for a long while, saying the things that have been long overdue, and how much it hurt to keep silent about something for so long that it starts to feel as though it’s not only effecting you mentally but physically and emotionally also. Miguel didn’t know that this was how you truly felt and felt down -more so with himself then with you- with that he wasn’t able to see how his overbearing and protective nature had made dwindled down your self confidence until it became self doubt.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Miguel asked, voice soft and vulnerable, ‘we promised to tell each other when either of us get like this, not drown ourselves in it.’ You inhaled unevenly as tears brims your eyes as you began to tug at your clothing out of anxious habit, ‘I just didn’t want to my fears to be proven right, I didn’t want to be viewed as a burden by the person I love most.’ You croaked as the first completes of tears began to rain down your cheeks. ‘Y/n.’ Miguel began as he slowly made his way to your side, his hands already reaching out to cradle your body against his chest, tucking your head protectively under his chin as his muscular build acted as to shield you from the lives you both lived outside.

‘There’s no one I trust more then you, I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way and this is now way shape or form an attempt in justifying my actions but whenever I see you go out there and do what you do, I become terrified.’ He confesses and you peak your head out from under his chin so you could see his tired but adoring eyes look back at you; Miguel’s eyes were your favourite feature of his because of how expressive they are that even he could express his innermost feelings without the need to verbalise it. And in that moment you could see a multitude of emotions fighting inside him, guilt for not being able to see your struggles sooner, anger at himself for not being there when you so desperately needed his comfort, and regret for the times where he implanted doubt within your mind.

‘What do you mean by that?’ You asked, cupping his face within your hands and watching as Miguel practically fell apart in your touch as he pressed more of his face into your palms, his eyes never once leaving yours whilst doing so. ‘I love everything once because I wasn’t ready,’ he says, ‘and I’m not prepared for loosing everything again because I’ve became hyperaware that even the smallest of shifts have greater impacts down the line, think of it as a kind of butterfly or domino effect- but that isn’t what I’m trying to say.’ Miguel cuts himself off when he notes that he was on the verge of rambling and composed himself before getting back to the point. ‘What I’m trying to say is that, you’re amazing at what you do and you shouldn’t allow anyone to make you think otherwise, not even me. You amaze me each and every time but deep down I worry that one day I’ll end up repeating my past and loose you in the process and if I loose you…I don’t know how I could cope and instead of being upfront about it with you, I decided to double down on my fear and became overbearing and overprotective of you.’

Miguel didn’t realise that he had been crying until he felt your thumbs come up to wipe them from under his eyes nor did he notice how blurred his vision became with unshed tears until he clocked the fact that he could barely make out what was in front of him. He never allowed himself to become vulnerable but with you it was an entirely different story for he knew you wouldn’t think differently of him for being open about the anguish he held closely to his heart despite how unhealthy it was to his health. ‘Oh Miguel,’ you cooed, wiping away another tear from his beautifully sculptured face; This Greek god of a man was reduced to nothing but a fallen angel weeping over the loss of his wings and all you could do was cry with him in solidarity.

you were both hurting but by doing so you were also healing together by opening up to one another about things you originally thought you’d never discuss. ‘You aren’t to blame for what happened, you did all you could, you’re a hero.’ Miguel whimpered as he held onto you tighter, burrowing his face against your neck, where it became wet with his tears smearing across the skin there. ‘I don’t blame you for wanting to look out for me either for I know now that you weren’t intentionally trying to make me feel less than. I can’t make your fear go away but I can certainly try and make you believe that I’m not going anywhere, not with you.’ You whispered your promises into his ear as you held him against you, it was your turn to protect Miguel and you’d be sure to kiss his every scar that marked his skin and soul if it was the last thing you did.

[livingdeadmlm]

Could I get a continuation of that Kieran ask? Here it now happens in Horseshoe Overlook after he joined the gang and the reader just doing little things like letting him sleep in his tent instead of that rock(but kicking him out early in the morning so no one thinks he is sweet on some O'Driscoll)

Absolutely loved how you made my ask! Reader more stubborn personally and him refusing to believe he is falling for a O'Driscoll made it even better that how I imagined it

Yess I can do continuations!! I feel like it’s a little all over the place so sorry about that 💔 too many ideas the last line is inspired from peep show lol

Kieran wouldn’t push his luck at all with his current situation. Finally being untied and able to roam around camp was a blessing. Being able to spend time with the horses and doing some chores to feel useful was also a blessing.

And you? Well he wasn’t sure what to consider you.

When the gang left Colter you sat in the back of the wagon he was tossed in. You didn’t speak to him but after Arthur’s wagon gave out behind the one you two were in you gave him more sips of water and bites of whatever jerky you still had.

The only time you expressed any sweetness was when you stroked his hair and told him he did a good job of staying alive. A warm feeling settled in his chest, your rough hands eased him a bit before he was once again tied up, stuck standing for hours.

You’d feed him now and then while he was tied up. It was never enough to be satisfied and completely full but it was enough that he knew he wouldn’t die of hunger.

The first night he was able to sleep not tied to the tree you woke him up and dragged him to your tent. There was a pit of fear in his stomach when you closed the entrance for privacy and turned to face him.

“What are you sleeping on the ground for? Yer gonna get bit by bugs. You’ll sleep in here from now on, got it?” Kieran nodded slowly, your face brightly illuminated by the lantern in your tent. It was still late winter, there weren't many bugs out yet. Kieran knew that.

Your tent was placed on top of a wooden pallet so there was a thud with your footsteps as you set out a bed roll beside your own.

“Don't you go get any ideas you hear me?” You pointed an accusatory finger at Kieran who held his hands up. The tent was warm. While you all escaped the mountains West Elizabeth was always pretty chilly.

You began to get ready for bed and Kieran looked around your tent. The small table inside of it held a few photos. People he didn’t recognize but inside very pretty frames. The lantern flickered before dimming significantly. He slid off his own clothes down to his union suit and stared as you laid down.

He hesitated for a moment scratching the hard skin around his nails.

“Are you going to keep staring?”

“No uh sorry sir!” Kieran scrambled and sat on top of the surprisingly soft cushioning of the bed roll.

It smelt just like you. You and whatever aftershave you used filled his senses. It was oddly comforting despite how hot and cold you were with Kieran.

He heard you shuffle behind him. He tensed for a moment when he felt your arm wrap around his midsection. You didn’t say anything. You felt heavy against him.

Were you asleep? Was this some sort of test? Kieran didn’t want to push his luck as he started to fall asleep. He’d just have to appreciate finally being able to sleep somewhere warm even if that somewhere was in your arms for the night.

For a week he’d been sleeping in your tent. And every morning you’d wake up and shoo him out saying he was overstaying his welcome.

Kieran would huff get dressed and leave. He couldn’t wrap his head around you. You’d cuddle him most of the night just to pretend he was a nuisance when the sun began to rise.

When he got accosted by Bill you were out of camp within the hour of Kieran ranting about it to you once you got back, you and Bill ended up in some sort of altercation.

The fight was about something stupid and petty. You never claimed it was in defense of him but he liked to think this was your weird way of friendship.

How you’d smoke half your cigarette and offer the rest to Kieran. He always took it, even if you’d snicker afterwards. He didn’t get why you’d waste a cigarette all the time only smoking half.

You’d bought him sugar cubes for his horse, even surprised him with burdock root once or twice. But you’d call him a stable boy with such a tone he didn’t know how to react.

But you’d insist on calling him his name if someone had recently called him an O’driscoll. Which he thought was real kind of you even if you practically barked his name.

He hoped enjoying your cold behavior was something wrong with his brain, not a weird sexual thing.

[taesanluv3r]

flower shop confessions.

kim woonhak x reader

another woonhak love confession story 😭 im sorry im just really obsessed w the idea of woonhak telling his crush he likes her and it cld go so many ways and i feel like i HAVE to put all my ideas out there TT ALSO this is rlly ass cause im still on my trip and didnt bring my laptop so pls pls excuse the spelling mistakes / grammatical errors 💔 i just REALLY needed to write this 😭😭 okay lowercase intended, pls enjoy <3

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listen to 1980s horror film by wallows while reading...!

he didn't know what it was. maybe it was the way she said his name, the way each syllable ran smoothly out of her mouth. perhaps it was the concern on her face when his clumsy self tripped over his own shoelaces, and the constant nagging and scolding she'd give him afterwards. it could be just…her in general. the way her hair fell down below her shoulders, how she wore her clothes in such a way so she wouldn't look as short as she really was. whatever it was, kim woonhak was completely and utterly, ridiculously in love with her...with yn ln.

yet he was absolutely oblivious.

sure he knew he felt something, why else would his heart beat faster when she was nearby? why on earth would his ears perk up upon hearing her name? even worse when he hears her voice. but the idiot was nothing more than a child, an immature little prick who couldn’t quite grasp the concept of being in love. these feelings confused him, there was no way he could understand them himself, he needed some help.

“what’s up, kid?”

myung jaehyun. arguably the best person to ask for advice from, and historically the worst! but hey, you live and you learn; not with jaehyun though, there is not a single thought in his head. “hyung i need your help, i was gonna ask taesan hyung but i figured he’d make fun of me…” he spoke naturally, not an ion of nervousness in his voice, but this was before he started to think about her again. “it’s yn, yn ln” he began, heart beating faster already. jae nodded his head slightly, allowing the younger boy to continue.

“i don’t know how i feel about her. i don’t think i like her like that, but whenever she’s around i just get so nervous and my whole body gets on this fight or flight mode. she makes me so…breathless? yeah, it’s like she physically stabbed me in the gut and stole all of my organs. i don’t get it, i used to be able to talk to her so easily but nowadays i just…can’t? not without panicking inside and stuttering. she’s ruining my cool guy persona!!! what do i do!?”

the senior boy let out a chuckle, finding the junior’s rant and obvious infatuation for the girl a little bit hysterical. woonhak was even more lost now, lifting an eyebrow up in utter confusion when his friend finally calmed himself down. “look kid, it’s obvious you have feelings for her. and it’s okay to not know what that feeling is. just go with your gut on this, and if you’re still unsure…give it a couple days and when you’re really desperate, tell her. tell her all the things you told me. i can’t guarantee you any great outcome, but maybe it’ll help” the younger boy nodded, bidding the myung guy goodbye before leaving the highschool’s library and deciding to get some fresh air on his walk home.

about halfway through his walk he felt a wave of goosebumps wash over his skin; it was odd considering the fact that the weather was exceptionally warmer today, not to mention the boy wore his school’s varsity jacket. what in the world could have caused this? and that’s when she saw her.

he sighed, the yellow-ish tint of the pretty fairy lights that combed the roof of the flower shop on the street illuminated against her skin. her hair had seemingly grown a little longer overnight, he’d know, for he remembered rather clearly that it hadn’t reached her collarbones the way it did today the day before. it was nearly six pm, but the girl still wore the star academy uniform, a white button-up with the red and blue skirt with her black sweater layered on top. she worked at the rose-scented shop after her lessons right after school three times a week, and today just so happened to be one of those days…

she was pretty, he has always thought so. ever since they bumped into each other at school one day, and coincidentally she moved into the same neighbourhood as him the next week. he had talked to her before, in fact, they were rather close. it was only recently he had been feeling different, just the mere sight of her sent grumbly butterflies to overflow his stomach. even when she did the most mundane things, like tie up her hair or take pictures of the pretty sunset, or like right now; helping some old lady pick the perfect flowers for a large bouquet…yn ln made kim woonhak’s heart melt into pieces.

he didn’t know how he got there, he must’ve been too deep in his thoughts to notice that his feet had taken him into the flower shop. the ding of the bell atop the door shook him out of his trance, and alerted the female worker. his friend, but as of right now he wanted her to be something more. “woonhak! just got back from dance practice? i hear the team has a competition at the end of the month” yn was cheerful as she rearranged some of the lavender that was left on her counter from her last customer. “mhmm, practice is going really good, heard you’re doing the decoration and costume for us?” his sentence came out breathier than usual, it was the unconscious worry that he’d say something wrong. she nodded before she began to silently sing along to the songs that shuffled from her playlist.

~ she was only seventeen, oh why are girls in songs always seventeen? ~

“is there anything i could help you with?” she asked, 1980s horror film by wallows blasting out of the vintage speaker she bought at a thrift store the other day. “yeah um, i thought, while i’m here, i should be a good child and get my mom some flowers. but if i’m honest, i don’t know what to get” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head while she mirrored his movement; except she actually had an itch on her neck. “hmm, well your mom seems like a young soul who’s got a big heart. so i’d go with the poppies, lilies and ranunculus. they symbolise youth, innocence, grace and…what was it? oh! and joy”

she looked so passionate when she spoke, and after he had agreed with her choices, kim began to stare. not in a creepy way, of course. rather, he was enchanted by her focus; her tongue stuck out as she arranged the flowers, and he noticed her little huffs in annoyance when the loose strands of hair fell against her face. she looked so…in her element and all the boy could think was…’shit, she’s perfect’

~ she was from a movie scene, and now she plays in my head all day ~

“alright, here you go!” yn smiled brightly, handing the boy the bouquet and the pennies of change. “ah, thank you so much!” he mimicked her grin, heart-eyes all too obvious as he retrieved the flowers from her grasp. “anything else i could help you with?” she asked finally, tilting her head slightly as she did so. now was his chance, he’d have to play it smooth…it was now or never, kim woonhak had to confess.

he thought about his next move as if he were playing a game of chess. the advice he had gotten from jaehyun earlier retrograded in his mind. then he remembered where he stood, and i don’t mean that as in mentally, i mean physically; in a flower shop. just perfect.

“yeah, so basically i’m in love with this girl, and i wanted to know if there was a flower to say…eternal love? or you know, something of that sense” smooth one woonhak, smooth. there was a slight frown that casted upon the girl’s face, but before he could ask her what was wrong, she had straightened herself out and began helping him out. “yes! um- red roses, they’re a classic for this…here, i just un-thorned this one” her voice came out quieter, juxtaposing the way she usually was. instead of worrying him, her reaction gave him a slight bit of hope. he grabbed the single rose from her, thanking her before he pretended to leave. once he was at the foot of the door he turned on his heels,

"oh!"

he exclaimed, walking back towards her counter when she lifted an eyebrow at him in confusion. “this is for you, actually…so um, call me?” and he handed her back the rose, shooting her a crooked smile and quick wink before pacing out of the store to save himself from further embarrassment, just in the case that she didn’t feel the same.

later that evening, when kim woonhak laid on his comfy bed, the one with the tayo the little bus bed sheets he's had for ages, he felt a sickening feeling of nerves racking throughout his body. she still hasn’t called or texted. but all that worry was to be washed away when his phone chimed a familiar sound.

yn (pls love me 💔):

i love you too, woonhak <3 see you at school tomorrow? and thank u for the rose 🌹

...

SCORE!

the end.

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LMAOAOAO this was so random idk 😭 again sorry if this sucks balls im still away n dont have my laptop </3 love u guys tysm for reading. feedback n reblogs r greatly appreciated!! love, kona.

[cosmicanemoia]

The 6ft Tall; Down on All Fours.

Larissa Weems x Reader

SUMMARY

Larissa shifts into a cat to get close to you.

A/N: I got the pics above from Pinterest. She's so cuteeee. Of course it's not proofread, none of my work is. Also, forgive me if I'm ungrammatical, english is not my mother tongue. Hope this makes sense to y'all. Hahasz.

Larissa have been watching you through the window of her usual café for quite some time now. She finds you adorable and she just can't keep her eyes off of you.

She doesn't love their coffee but she sure does love watching you pet stray cats. Suddenly-- a 'brilliant' idea popped into her head.

'I should shift into a cat.' She shook her head at the thought. But, after a few days she finds herself shifting into a cat, and walking over to you, 'best decision ever made' she meowed and purred at you when you went on to pet her.

She doesn't even realise that she's doing it more often. What seems like a brilliant plan for her is just plain crazy for most people. It's like her senses are out of place. You've reduced her to a hopelessly in love shapeshifter, transforming into a cat, for all the goddesses' sake. She had lost her common sense, her body having a mind of its own. She just can't help it.

From a strong, powerful, and highly intelligent woman, to a helpless fluffy cat. A cat as white as the cloud in a clear and warm morning sky. From a 6ft tall woman, to a cat down on all fours.

While you pet the cat, you went and talk to it. "What's your name, baby?" You spoke to it, "where's your owner?" Catrissa purred to answer and it translate to 'I'm right under her palms, she just doesn't know it yet.'

The interaction became frequent. One time, you talked to the cat and told her how your day went, until it became a daily routine.

Catrissa felt at home under your palms. You pick her up to hug her and she lets you, unlike the other stay cats. You hugged her, bringing her on your chest and squeezing softly, and told her you like her most and that she's your favourite cat. Catrissa meowed and it translate to 'I love you.'

You were waiting for Catrissa, but you don't see her anywhere so you decided to go into the café.

Once inside, you bumped to a very tall, goddess of a woman, which you would later know goes by the name, Larissa Weems.

"Oh god-- sorry, Goddess. Wow!" You inhaled deeply as you speak, "You're breathtaking." And you exhaled loudly and ask "are you real?"

Larissa is red and all flushed, how can she not, when you, the woman she transform into a cat for, bombarded her with compliments. She manages to keep her cool and answers "yes, darling. I'm very much real."

"Cool, cool." You nodded as you reach your hand out for her to shake, "I'm Y/N." Larissa quickly took your hand and shake them vigorously and replied "I know." You're confused by her answer and you thought to yourself 'how'd she know me?'

You decided to just nod and ask her, "oh yeah? Where and how?" Larissa suddenly remembers how she turns into a cat, she remembers how she's always walking up to you, just so you would pet her. How you would tell her about your day. Your frustration and your rants about certain things. She felt embarrassed and slightly guilty.

Larissa heats up even more while still holding your hand so you feel her heat up and see her face turn even more red. You took your hand and she immediately misses the contact, but to her surprise, you took her wrist and pull her closer. You put your other hand up to feel her forehead "are you okay, miss?" You inquired and she gulped and responded "I'm fine, darling." You slowly took your hands back to let her go and said "okay" as you slightly step back.

You squeezed her hand softly and give her a warm welcoming smile. "I have to go." Larissa rushes to get out the door, but before she could leave, you shouted, making her halt. "Hey goddess, I didn't get your name." You said and she turns on her back, and cleared her throat to reply, "it's Larissa Weems, darling." Then she rushes to leave. And you're left there completely mesmerized by her.

While walking towards the café, Catrissa shows up again, making you stop on your tracks to pet her. You told Catrissa about Larissa Weems. You told her how you felt something shift when you first laid eyes on her. How it was rather strange, all the while familiar.

Ever since, you started seeing Larissa at the café more often. Everytime you see her at the cafe, you would make your way to her, and she to yours. You have small talks. Sometimes without your knowledge, your hands sometimes finds their home to Larissa's thigh, or her shoulder, or her wrists, or even her hands, sometimes fidgeting with her fingers as well. And everytime that you touch her, she suddenly have to rush out. It's not like you make her uncomfortable, no it's not that. Everytime you touch her, she loves it, but she would remember how she lied and keep on lying to you, and she would feel guilty.

You give her the warmest and the most welcoming smile. She could get lost in your eyes willingly. Everytime your skin meets hers, she heats up, and her heart beats faster. Pleasure and guilt are mixed up inside of her. She felt guilty for lying to you, but she just can't help it. She's irrevocably drawn to you, as you are to her without her knowledge, of course. Well, at least not yet. Until you bare your heart out to her, not her- her, the cat her.

One morning, you were playing with the cat, and your mind drifted to Larissa. "If she would let me, I would hug her like this--" you bring Catrissa to your face to hug her tightly yet softly. "And I would shower her with kisses, like this--" you showered the cat with kisses all over her face, the cat purred at your actions. You thought to yourself 'I probably shouldn't do this to a stray cat,' then you chuckled and smiled to yourself. You shook you head, unimpressed by your wimpiness. There's something about this cat that doesn't make it believable that she's a stray.

You apologises to the cat, "sorry I'm smothering you, baby." She meowed at you as you speak, and you have hoped that it translate to "No worries." Which it does, but with slight changes. Maybe it translates to "you can smother me all you want, darling." (If only I speak cat.) ;) "You're always so understanding. That's one of the reasons I like you more than the other cats on the street."

Larissa was rather frustrated about something at her work, and she needed to relax. It is midnight and she's already on her night gown, but her frustration never seem to fade, so she tossed and toss on her bed, wishing and wanting to sleep, but she just can't.

Another "brilliant" idea popped into her head. She transforms into a cat and make her way to you.

The sound of a mewling cat wakes you from your slumber. You try to find where the sound is coming from, and you found it on your window. It's Catrissa, scratching and mewling at your window. You wonder to yourself on how she got there and even know where you live, but you are sleepy as hell so you just let it slip off your mind. You let the cat in and it settles besides you on your bed. You're cuddling the cat as you went back to sleep.

The next morning. Your nose welcomed a familiar scent and inhaled it deeply and unashamedly. The cat you were spooning have turned into a person. A very tall, gorgeous, and exquisite person. You hugged the body tightly, and you felt them shift closer to you. A few seconds after, you finally come to your senses. You don't have someone to go to sleep with and cuddle like that.

You jumped out of your bed and blink two or three times. You even pinch yourself just to make sure you weren't dreaming. "Larissa?" She hummed when you called her name, as she turns to look at you. Seeing the look on your face, she look back on her body and she saw that she shifted back to her human form unknowingly.

She jumped out on the other side of the bed. "Y/N, darling." She smiles at you awkwardly. You put your hands on your face. You inhaled and exhaled sharply.

When you took your hand out of your face, you looked around trying to find the cat that you were cuddling last night. This feels like a dream, and things are so freaking unbelievable. 'How did she get here?' 'When did she get here?' 'Why is she here?' 'Where's the cat?' "What???" Your head was full of question, but that's all that came out your mouth.

"I can explain, Y/N." She said and you just nodded at her. You were still looking for the cat, "have you seen a cat?" Your eyes now met hers-- she gulped and exhaled and she trailed off, "yeah. --about that." She fidgets with her fingers.

You sat on the bed and signaled her to sit beside you, which she quickly followed. And she proceeds to explain and tell you everything. EVERYTHING.

She felt embarrassed. "You must really hate me right now." She finally gained the courage to look up at you, she was expecting to see disappointment plastered on your face, but instead, she saw you grinning widely.

You took her hand and held it tightly. "How can I ever hate you? When all you did was try and get close to me? I'm really impressed, rather amused." Your grin growing wide by the seconds. "Larissa Weems; Goddess. Shifts into a cat 'cause she likes my company and my embrace, instead of actually asking me out on an actual date." You chuckled at her softly. "Need not rub it in, darling." She said as she shook her head from side to side, she try to put her palms on her face with her free hand, to try and hide her embarrassment and save the last of her dignity. You looked at her and saw that she felt a little guilty, "oh baby, it's not an insult. I think it's way too adorable. My face is hurting from smiling, and my heart is swelling in my chest."

You pulled her into a hug, and she melts between your hands. You cupped her cheek and rests your hands at the back of her neck when her gaze fixated on you. "You are such a goddess. So cosmic, and yet so very, truly, and utterly human. It's incredible. No one can do it like you. You're so exceptional." Larissa went to hug you again and she hummed by the warmth you were giving. She frowned when you pulled away. But you quickly wiped it off her face when you pulled her into a kiss. A passionately slow, and savory kiss. When you pull away for air, you shower her face with kisses.

"Now, let's go back to sleep. I'm still sleepy as hell. You're so comfy and soft. I want to cuddle you again." You both lay in bed cuddling and you went right back to sleep. Larissa, on the other hand, lay there all flustered, extremely happy, and blissful.

Two years have passed. You were cuddling on the couch watching a movie after you have dinner. Even though Larissa is the taller one, you would always be the one spooning her. You inhaled through her neck and give it a quick peck and it gives shivers down her spine.

"Remember when you transform into a cat just so you could get close to me, instead of asking me on a date like any person would?" She chuckled at the thought, "That was rather embarrassing on my part, darling." "Oh baby," you looked at her lovingly, "that's nothing to be embarrassed of." You showered her with kiss while still embracing her tightly.

The memories of when she was a cat came flashing back, reminding her of what's currently happening, but now it's even better. Now that you're married.

"Have I ever told you that I will always love you for everything that you are?" You asked and she smiled softly, "yes, darling. All the time." And you continued, "well, did I ever tell you--" she speak at the same time as you, saying what you're saying word for word, "that I can't help it, I just simply love you." You both chuckled and you kiss her, this time on the lips.

You both grinned from ear to ear as you pull away for air. Both of your hands exploring each other's, like it never went and touch them before. You kissed again. Softly--- now harshly, and then...

[jameui]

A LOVE TEXT AWAY - Jung Sungchan & Anton Lee

chapt. 006 _ who are you?

PAIRING: RIIZE's Jung Sungchan & Anton Lee x M!Reader SUMMARY: After a very weird confession over text, things started to go downhill for you, but not entirely, only until two boys came into your life and changed your life forever. NOTE(s): may contain explicit content that's not suitable for younger viewers. please read at your own risk.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: this chapter contains narration

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the cafeteria is bustling with people, mostly because of students and some are teachers who worked in this school.

"thanks for sparing some time for me, yunho. i would die of boredom inside that room," you said before munching on the clubhouse sandwich that you bought as a snack. you huffed, while yunho only listened to you rant about your class section that he knew always stressed you out. "i mean, like, hello? i'm their classmate, too, you know? and they treat me like i'm invisible. why don't i just stick a pen into their eyes, would they finally see me?"

yunho lets out a sigh. "don't stoop that low, darling. knife those eyes!" yunho laughs darkly, you pulled your face back in terror.

"okay, you're scaring me," you commented, before yunho clears his throat and took a bite of his food. "sorry, i'm just a little stressed with my project partner. he thinks so low of me, like i'm some kind of, what? a complete slacker? puh-lease, i can do better tricks than anyone in my class," you stated out before angrily munching on your sandwich again.

"if you continue to eat your food that way, it's gonna cry," yunho joked.

"hmph!" you huffed.

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after a few more story exchanges with yunho, unfortunately he had to leave already since he still had a lot of papers to sign. and here you are on your way back to your classroom with a paper bag filled with snacks that yunho insisted on buying since he had to cut the talk short due to the duty that is necessary to be done today.

you were just about to make a turn around the hallway towards your room, when a man that almost reached the heights of the ceiling suddenly bumped into you, the impact hard enough to make you fall. "shit.." you uttered out as the male continue to run, while your eyes were fixated on him. "could have at least said sorry!" you yelled, tutting your tongue.

you fixed yourself and dusted off any visible dirt on you, when a hand extends towards you which caused you to look up at the owner. "my apologies. it was my fault he bumped into you," the deep voice reverberated as a soft smile is displayed on his lips.

your mouth fell agape at the beauty that is standing right in front of you. he looks so surreal, so ethereal, so out of this world. even his voice sounds pretty. you hesitate to take his hand, but you did and felt the soft skin of his palm. it was like holding onto a baby's.

he helps you up and you still can't believe such man could exist in this world. "are you alright?" he asked you and you only shook your head in reply. "that's a relief. he's born to always make trouble wherever he lands," he said.

you notice his eyes on your name plate before his brows furrowed, questioning. "hold on, sorry for asking, but you're anton's partner, right?"

wait, how did he know? do they know each other? "uh, yes, actually. no one in my class wanted to group up with me, haha, funny story, i end up with him," you answered, that made him sigh. did you say too much?

"so, i'm guessing you're the one that sohee mentioned when he told us about what anton did," he told you.

you smiled. "the one and only," you said sarcastically, then paused. "wait, how do you know sohee?"

"he's a very close friend of mine, back when we were in elementary and he's also a classmate now," he replied, then suddenly remembers he had manners. "park sungchan, by the way. nice to meet you, y/n," he introduced himself, extending an arm as you shook your hands and exchanged smiles.

[katyspersonal]

Here’s a triple whammy, Midra, Messmer, Rellana for the character bingo pls?

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Ohh bitchin'

God I just.. I will have to try to not turn it into an essay for your SANITY (ba dum tss) but in simplest terms possible, this was THE peak DLC experience for me. The Abyssal Woods already were super interesting and atmospheric, as well as learning that Midra is a NERD with so many books all over his Manse. But like.. the battle already captivated me a lot. It was just.. so well-done in every aspect. The music, the movements and attacks... No boss ever deserved the staple "battle feels like a dance once you get into it" praise more than this guy. ;-; I already was not normal about Frenzied Flame in general, but this just dhfssdfg It was so well executed god. Remember being OBSESSED with his music theme, also the first character in a while to make me often check his character tag on Tumblr. @val-of-the-north won't let me lie, I was literally drooling thinking about him in the first few days after that fight and could not think of anyone else @_@

Also I really enjoyed digging further into his story and motivations, what happened here with the Three Fingers and Nanaya. Analysis of the whole SoTe for me. This brand of despair also appeals to me at all, especially when it is tied to you and your associates being hunted like heretics (only the old ones remember!!! XD). Funny enough, just the day before I've met him in the game I've had a very unique mental breakdown where I was ranting like a madman about how much I've tired of holding the horrors and pain inside and how I wanted to just give up and unleash it. I can't get into too much details, it was very personal, however the phrase "May chaos take the world" was stuck in my head all along! And Val mentioned that 'interestingly enough, a theme like this IS addressed in SoTE' + 'you kin one of the characters for sure' so... yeah, that was something. I needed a character like this quite a lot :')

Messmer is AWESOME!! I do not obsess actively but rather just reblog the fanart and stuff that gets on my dashboard, but there are SO many things I said as my thoughts about his and Marika's relationship. And now I have even more to say! You could tell I love Midra more, but Messmer offers infinitely more to talk about and explore! And, god, his charisma, having attracted so many intelligent people to join him and even accept his serpentine nature (apparently a big no for people in the setting for some reason fdjjfds). Also one of the best designs in the Soulsborne series EVER. Also it is his voice actor's DEBUT! Literally HOW????? sfhdjhsdhgfdshds

It IS, for sure, hard to talk about him and not touch upon MANY other characters as he is tied with them so much. Marika, Melina, Fire Knights (especially Queelign), closest Black Knights that ditched him, Rellana, Gaius, Winged Snakes, god knows who else... I love how many relationship he has, but also what interesting potential he opened for exploring the lore with Abyss, Base Serpent and potentially Fell God! He is so many things. And I think this is appropriate how hard it is to discuss him outside of his relationships and curses... It is just like the character himself: having his life and purpose in it basically predefined by a curse he had no control over and his mother, and being a scourge or an idol for others, but barely being a person on his own... Discussions about him are JUST like him, you see what I mean? This also makes me emotional.

I do not have that many headcanons about her, but I am proud of those that I have! x) There is always the room to create more of course! Ok naturally 'everyone else is wrong about them' is not meant to be taken seriously fdshfhds But a big cornerstone for understanding her was the description of her swords referring to Moon and Fire having always been together in Japanese original script, which is just the sentiment from Sword of Night and Flame! So I can no longer see her as huge Erdtree/Marika simp at all, but instead as someone who, although without any hard feelings for her sister's choice, believes Cosmic Sorcery and Fire should be together (again) which makes me look at other takes like:

Just the curse of getting brain hard-locked on your interpretation fdshfhds On another note, I fucking LOVE her design, I am NOT able to enjoy any other armour anymore and just want to wear hers all the time fhhfsd 'Silly' because Twin Moons IS a silly concept, as well as cosplaying Sulyvahn XD ...but also because I see her as silly and fun person, to contrast Messmer's emo vibe x) Smug about kicking asses too! She gives me this strange feeling too, like... I can accept most of the bosses having to die for the plot and narrative, but thinking about her getting killed actually upsets me! She is an optional boss and should STAY as such. #rellanaplslive

[asrichin]

—‘hold me,console me,then I'll leave without a trace.’

it's cloudy, maybe it'll rain soon. Even the forecast said it while you had the news opened on your TV, holding your drink in your hands. Oh and, in about five minutes he'll definitely come, so do unlock the door for him, would you? (OIKAWA TŌRU X F!READER)

content & notes bsf!oikawa w reader, but nt rlly casual..??fluff in general, slightly of curse words used by yn :)

the notification popped up on your phone, making a vibrant noise. Though you unbothered to look at it, since you were focused on making sure the sugar cubes really dissolve in your tea. Also because the fine sugar ran out at the store earlier when you're doing groceries.

“y/nnn! ” the loud yell, but in a good way. Excited, even. Coming from your front door, well just as you predicted, five minutes had passed and he arrived. “give me a sec,Tōru!” you retorted, putting your mug and rushed to the door. (He's an impatient bitch, and noisy, but sweet nonetheless.)

And when you finally opened the door, he hugged you without hesitation, like he always does.

“Iwa-chan called me Shittykawa, I'm huuurttt” Tōru whined, clinging onto you. “doesn't he always does that?” unfazed by his antics, you pulled him inside before locking your door. So he could continue with his ramblings about his day or match, he sputters a lot of things, for sure.

“yeah but—Iwa-chan even blabla..” Tōru rambled, and lets go of you. While you walked to your dining table, to take a seat and he followed. “And Iwa-chan even throw a ball on my head, like?” he complained, looking at you with his hazel eyes. By that, you swear you could fallen for him again, oh dear.

“sounds casual for me, it's not like he never does that to you,right?” you replied, since it's what he wanted all along, for you to listen his stupid rant and give him attention. “...Yeahh,but still!” he frowned.

“you should get going to back head home. It'll rain soon,Tōru.” you cut him off, giving him the slight stern look. “Can't I stay here until the rain is over?” he retorted, as stubborn as he is.

“what? Absolutely no!”

“you don't love me!”

“oh now, don't twist my words,Tōru!”

...

tōru : yn can I drop by?

y/n : did the tournament went bad?? *seen*

You supposed it was today that he will go to nationals or not, you had jot it down on your calendar. He even told you about it like, a lot of times as far as you can remember.

y/n : I'm not at home tho

y/n : but I'll be back soon. Spare keys under the vase.

When you finally arrived, cram classes were no jokes, you feel so fucking exhausted. and now to expect a messed up Tōru at your house, since the way he texted you earlier was pretty obvious.

You opened the door, to be greeted with silence.“Tōru?” you called out to him, closing the door. Searching for him when you're done putting your things and such.

He was there. but god, he seems like in full of thoughts, even to the point not noticing your presence. “you alright?” you tap his shoulder, to get his attention hopefully.

“i lost.” Tōru mumbled.

“i lost y/n. I didn't make it to the...nationals? ”

Ah.

Right.

you took a sit beside him, looking at him. Tōru had his headphones, knees close to his chest and staring to god knows whatever he had on his mind, you swore. “do you want to talk about it? Or a hug?” you asked, low and quiet. To match with his sadness, devastated.

He didn't say anything. Though he did leaned onto you, hiding his face onto your shoulder by your side.

“am I not enough,y/n? Why?” muffled voice of Tōru by burying his face, laced with vulnerability. “i didn't make it to the nationals. I didn't.” he repeated, quietly, yet emotionally.

And all you can do is just hold him, to console him in your own way, at his pace. It was quiet, silence, but comfortable.

His safe place; somewhere he will seek out to, at his lowest. You hold a special place in his heart, to say at least, to look at him while he's sobbing, and ugly (in his defense.)

...

He always been stubborn. He is stubborn. What's new? To him not accepting your dozens of calls.

but ghosting you? Whoa, what the fuck,dude?

It had been a month or so, you thought he just busy these days. Even though he always updated you in any way possible because it's Tōru. He will never leave you, and bug you with his shitty shenanigans and attitude despite your patience running thin.

“I swear if you—” you could feel you almost burst a blood vessel calling him repeatedly because Iwaizumi just told you that he's out in Argentina. What? Argentina!?

“oh god, you're making my phone hang,n/n!” he accepted your call after 17 missed calls, constant vibration from his phone. “and you didn't bother telling me you're in Argentina? What the fuck,Oikawa!” you yelled at your phone, and tossed it at your bed.

This isn't funny. He left you for a month in a half to go to Argentina without a notice? Seriously? “Jeeez, she's mad.” an unfamiliar voice from someone else, possibly a guy, coming from his other side of line.

“Well, I'm sorry but I'm actually in Brazil.” Tōru spoke, in a matter-of-fact tone of his. “Bitch, that's even worse!” you retorted quickly, grabbing your phone and changing the call into a video call. He immediately accepted.

Tōru chuckled. “awhh, miss me that much?” he teased, and looking at you on his phone. The way your nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and such were making him cackling. Infact, you can see the other guy, gingerhead beside him, trying to look who's on Tōru's phone. “is that your girlfriend? I didn't know you have one!” he seems energetic, but you're not in the mood right now.

...

“you didn't tell me you're going overseas? and leaving me without telling me too!” you spoke, on the screen, scolding Tōru. Well, you were worried sick for his sudden absent, just to find he's outside of the Japan and having fun, great gracious. “I forgot! You sounds like my mother,n/n—wait I gotta go, call you later!”

and just like that, you ended up having your phone in your hand, with the screen showing your call ended.

...•`_´•

** : sorryy, i forget to tell you i changed my number but I did call you! W my new number ofc =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

y/n : you think I'll accept from an oversea number? Unknown too.

** : IM SORRRYYYY Y/NNN! *seen*

** : NO DON'T DO THIS TO ME, Y/N!! *seen*

Afterwards, you texted him, telling him it's fine. And him continuing telling about his journey.

Tōru : I'll be back in a few months :)) want anything here? I can get souvenirs for you??

y/n : sure. see you soon,Tōru

Tōru : don't miss me too muchh!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Guess you'll see him soon,huh?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Could you do one with 4,31, and 38

Context: Adam, Lucifer and the rest of the gang are having dinner and someone (maybe alastor) puts angelic poison in Adams tea in an attempt to kill him. Lucifer is quick to “accidentally” knock it over before Adam could drink it, leading it to spill on adam.

(Bonus if Lucifer has a stern talk with alastor, all protective style)

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4. “When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

31. “You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” 

38. “Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” 

Oh ho ho!! I love me some protective Lucifer and Alastor being an antagonizing little shit >:)

Charlie had prepared a beautiful meal for everyone at the hotel. She made a roast with all the veggies you could eat.

Adam was waiting on water to boil so he could have tea with his dinner. "Come on and eat Adam, it'll get cold before the kettle is ready." Lucifer said as he walked with his own plate.

Adam looked between him and the food and yeah, he didn't want to eat cold fucking food. He grabbed his dinner and sat down beside Lucifer and Angel. After a while if eating and talking, Adam remembered his tea. "Shit, my tea."

"No worries, I made some for myself as well. Here you go." Alastor handed Adam a mug of green tea, his smile anything but innocent.

Adam looked at him questioningly. "Um, thanks I guess?" Since when did this Bambi freak go out of his way for Adam?

"Oh don't thank me. Just drink up before it's cold." Like your corpse will be, Alastor thought sinisterly. He hoped he used enough angelic poison.

Adam couldn't feel any heat coming from the mug, he stuck his finger in it and frowned. "It's already cold asshole." He sucked the tea off his finger and grimaced. Did he put fucking sugar in it? Cause it was super sweet.

Lucifer got to looking at Adams tea, his eyes shifted to Alastor who was just waiting for the fallen angel to drink it. When he looked back he saw it.

It would be nearly impossible to see, but the way the light hit his tea Lucifer saw the golden shine that sat on top of the liquid. Angelic poison.

Lucifer's eyes widened in horror as Adam lifted the mug to his lips. "Don't!" He slapped the mug out of Adams hand, making the tea spill all over Adam.

"AHH! What the fuck!?" Adam jolted up and glared, the cold liquid soaking into his clothes.

"Dad!"

"Look, I'm sorry but there was posion in your fucking tea!" Lucifer said as he handed Adam a napkin.

Adam snatched the napkin and tried in vain to clean himself up. "Poison, the fuck are you...." He suddenly felt dizzy, the room started to spin. Adam sat back down and held his head in his hands. If there was poison in his tea, he licked his finger which meant....

"Don't feel well?" Alastor mocked, he may have only gotten a drop but it could be enough to make him terminally ill.

"Fuck off." Lucifer hissed as he put his arms around Adam. "I gotta take him to the fucking hospital. Come on ba- buddy." Lucifer corrected himself. When Adam only groaned and didn't move, he cursed and picked the sinner up in his arms and ran through a portal to the hospital.

Adam didn't know how long he was out, but when he came to he was in a hospital bed with all the tubes anyone could possibly have sticking out of him. "For fuck sakes."

"Thank fuck you're awake." Lucifer sighed in relief from his seat beside Adam's bed. "The doctors weren't sure when you'd wake up."

"Don't you mean 'if' I wake up? Angelic poison is no fucking joke. One big gulp and my insides would have fucking melted and poured out of all my holes." Adam ranted, yeah okay maybe not that bad but still!

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.”

Adam scoffed and folded his arms. “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” Adam shifted to look away from Lucifer, Woah what medicine were they giving him everything felt funny, like he was kinda high.

"I'm not leaving you alone Adam, you could have died."

"I realize that. Thank you for not letting me die a horrible death." Adam still didn't look at him.

"It would have been a permanent death!"

"Like you care!" Adam finally looked at Lucifer, eyes a blaze.

This took Lucifer aback. "If I didn't fucking care I wouldn't have brought you here, asshole! I fucking love you!"

Adam bit his lip to keep it from quivering. "No you don't...."

"Adam-"

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” Adam spat as he held tears back. "You never fucking loved me, hell you barely even like me." Hate fucking wasn't love.

"Adam." Lucifer took his hand in his. "I've always loved you."

"Yeah right."

“When did you fall out of love with me?” Lucifer asked, fearing the answer.

Adam looked away, eyes wet. “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

"That's not true! I never stopped loving you. Adam," Lucifer used his other hand to cup Adam's face and make him look at him. "I've always loved you. I'm sorry I made you feel any different." They placed their foreheads together looking into each other's eyes. "Let me prove it."

Adam searched his eyes for any trace of a lie. "Fine, but this is the last time I will ever trust you with feelings like this." He melted when Lucifer kissed him softly.

"I promise to protect you and your heart."

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"Alastor!" Lucifer stomped over to the deer demon. The hospital wanted to keep Adam overnight just to make sure he was okay.

"Lucifer, what do I owe the-" Alastor was shoved into the wall behind him.

"You've got some fucking nerve trying to posion him like that." He growled, his eyes going wholly red.

"He's fine isn't he? What's the matter, worried your boy toy wouldn't make it?" Alastor winced when a hand wrapped around his neck.

Lucifer let his full demon form come out. "Listen here you Bambi reject, radio fucker. You so much as even LOOK at Adam wrong from now on and I'll make you drink a whole fucking bottle of angelic poison. Nobody, and I fucking mean NOBODY fucks with the people I love."

Alastor winced in pain but his smile widened. "You love him, huh?"

"Yeah I do. He's the love of my life and no one will come between us again. Stay away from him." Lucifer dropped Alastor and walked away.

Alastor held his throat and smirked. Interesting, very interesting.