#Angel no Oka

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[feyringo]

"Light" for Vashwood Week

[ask-the-temple-fox]

Hello. I am terribly sorry for worrying anyone. I'm home now. Yara helped a lot.

I'm safe. I'll be okay. Thank you.

[jennibeultimate]

Well...this was a disaster but still great champ, history written for Colombia...

Zhang Boheng and Chia-Hung Tang 🥹🥉

All is fine 🥲

This final was so bad though ☠️

[onetoothpig]

Love that Mobuo in Neko Oka's side of the Neko Oka/Flag-chan collab was reduced to a cameo appearance because that's pretty much all he deserves

[aureatchi]

⋆ ✦ ˚｡⋆ THIS SUMMER NIGHT WE FIND SCATTERED DREAMS, I ONCE AGAIN RUN IN THE STARLIGHT ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, sigma.

— what it’s like to stargaze with them. (& more)

a/n. sadly, i have yet to see the aurora borealis and in general, seldom get to see the stars. (light pollution my no.1 enemy !!) but a girl can dream :) (& distract herself from the latest bsd chapters..)

info. fem!reader. fluff. soft everyone lol. some of them are nerds & ramble abt stars. :) + a little poetic. mentions of greek mythology. kissing. buildup to actual topic. profanities in chuuya’s & he may or may not use sskk to help. bsd manga/ability spoilers in fyodor’s.

DAZAI : so in this instance, i’d be perseus, and you’d be andromeda. — he listens to everything you have to say.

Your palm in his, the brunette’s pretty fingers wrapped around yours. He softly massaged your hand as you began telling him, your starstruck lover a story under the show of constellations. It had formed into a little routine since the first time you stargazed with him as a date.

“There was this princess,” you started. “Princess Andromeda. She was a very beautiful woma-”

“You’re more beautiful, though,” Dazai interrupted. You didn’t even get in two complete sentences without his commentary. You sat a bit awestruck while he delivered a kiss to your hand.

“Continue, bella,” big brown eyes teased you.

You hastily recovered. “…She was beautiful. And her mother—Queen Cassiopeia—who was very prideful, decided to brag to Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas, that she was prettier than his daughters.”

“I mean, that’s understandable. I brag about you all the time! Why shouldn’t the pretty girl be shown off?”

“Shut up,” you chuckled, reminiscing over the times the detective had shown you off. Whenever you decided to visit the Armed Detective Agency’s office with Dazai, Kunikida would never hear the end of it. When you two went out to eat, he would flatter your name away. “This gorgeous girl would like to order…” “May I please get a table for the angelic lady and I?”

He never failed to fluster you.

“Anyway, Poseidon got angry and decided to send a sea monster to destroy their kingdom. The only way the monster could be pacified was if it could devour Andromeda.”

“A damsel in distress,” Dazai nodded and then dramatically pretended like he was the helpless princess on the ocean. He completely pulled over the blanket the two of you were sharing, using it as a cape—“Someone save me! I’m going to be eaten by a sea monster!”

“‘Samu! I’m cold!”

“Ah, sorry. Perhaps you are the princess, and you need saving from this icy night!” He rewrapped the blanket over your shoulder.

“Stop interrupting me; I’m trying to tell you something!” It was nowhere near icy, but your lover proved his dramaticism even further when a tuft of brown hair grazed your shoulder. He had rested his head on you.

“Oka-ay—sorry, continue!”

“Meanwhile, Perseus—I told you last time, the man who killed Medusa—found Andromeda while flying over with his horse, Pegasus. He immediately fell in love with her, so he slayed the sea monster and rescued her from the rock she was chained to.”

“What a hero,” Dazai said. “So they lived happily ever after?”

“Not yet. Perseus asked Andromeda’s father for permission to marry her but discovered she was already set to marry someone else. And the man she was engaged to got angry that Perseus wanted to marry her.”

“Of course,” he sighed, which puzzled you a bit, but you’d return to his comment later. “I’m rooting for Perseus, though.”

“Well, good for you because the two fought, and Perseus won by showing the other guy Medusa’s head.”

Dazai chuckled. “Nice move! He turned his enemy into his trophy. Imagine if we did that to all our enemies!”

“I think then we’d have a whole army of statues,” you laughed. “But now, he and Andromeda married, and they were able to live happily ever after.

“The gods placed them in the sky so their story would be remembered eternally.” Finished with your recount, you gazed up at the stars.

“The North Star,” you pointed, and when you saw the brunette’s bronze eyes squint, trying to see what you were talking about, you moved closer until you were halfway on his lap.

You took his palm in yours and guided it to a single star.

“That one. All the characters’ constellations I mentioned in the story revolve around that star. Perseus with his sword, Andromeda flying on Pegasus...”

“Huh? That’s the North Star? Isn’t it supposed to be the brightest in the sky or something?” It didn’t stand out from the rest as much as he thought.

You giggled. “That’s a myth, ‘samu. It’s funny you didn’t know that.”

He shrugged. “I never really had time to appreciate and learn about something so peaceful like nature until now.” He turned to you.

“Until you.”

You weren’t sure how, but it was almost as if the moonlight had carved out his pretty face. Ethereal, you had called the moon, and it reflected in your lover’s features. His eyes took in the charm of the millions of lights in the night and synthesized the feeling to bring it back to you.

“If I were one of the gods, I would’ve created a whole galaxy reflecting your soul.”

In the midst of terror and chaos, the detective’s eyes revolved around humans and their violence rather than around the sun and the planets. Eyes and soul—how else could he focus on anything else when that’s all life showed him?

“Because I see the constellations in you—Andromeda, Pegasus, Carina, Orion…” it had been a few months, and throughout you had shown and told him all the stories behind the stars in the sky.

“And now I can stop to smell the flowers, love. I can watch the Ursa Minor, even if I still find it hard to sleep.” You were the bridge to his bronze gaze and iron marrow—you showed him that you were human, but that a heart could really exist without violence or malice.

I see a reason why the nebulas are placed as they are, even if stories are just stories. I see a reason I’m here. With you.

He sealed the thought with a kiss to your lips, under the celestial moon and the heavens’ watch.

You always wondered why Dazai paid such close attention whenever you started rambling—initially, you didn’t think he’d care that much about tales of space. But you understood him a bit better now, his complex heart. You held onto him a bit tighter to him as you kissed him back.

…

“Oh yeah. What did you mean when you said ‘of course,’ when I started talking about Perseus having to fight over another guy for Andromeda?”

And Dazai was his lighthearted self once again.

“We’re definitely Andromeda and Perseus in another universe,” Dazai winked. “You’ve always deserved to be treated like a princess! I would totally save you from a sea monster. And I’d be an equestrian if I could too—even better, a flying one!”

“Sure…”

“C’mon, bella, you see me at those horse-racing events all the time! Anyway, most important of all, I had to fight for you. Such a tough world when every other man is also at your feet.” He crossed his arms. “Having Medusa’s head would’ve made things so much easier! I really would’ve had a whole army of stone statues if I did.”

“No, you really didn’t need it at all,” you replied, laughing at Dazai, who was now pouting.

“Osamu the demigod: slayer of monsters or not, I only have eyes for you.” You kissed him on the cheek.

“Unlike Andromeda, I wouldn’t let two men fight over me and marry the one who wins.

“I would just choose you right away.”

CHUUYA : babydoll, you’re worth more than all those stars combined. — he only gives you the best.

“Ah, that’s unfortunate. Thank you for informing me, though,” you said before hanging up the phone.

You didn’t sue them on the line, albeit irritated. Tonight, you were supposed to have a date with Chuuya at one of the fancy restaurants he somehow discovered more of in the city when you thought you finally visited them all, but your reservations were cancelled last minute.

“Hey, princess,” the handsome ginger said when you phoned him next. You could sense a smile through his words on the other end.

“What’s up?”

“Weird-ass restaurant cancelled our plans,” you said. “Not even a refund.”

Chuuya quickly picked up on the disappointment in your voice, and he knew it wasn’t because he didn’t get his money back. Money was nothing—he was a Port Mafia executive. Stacks of bills piled into his hands every day, and he quietly flexed on it through his collection of wine in the cellar, his clothes, and gifts to you.

What he wasn’t wealthy in was time. It had been almost a month since Chuuya had any free time—the boss had been overworking him amidst never-ending Yokohama mayhem. His large penthouse actually proved to be a disadvantage when you were the only one staying in it. It was too empty; it was too quiet for a home, there was an awkward gap in the bed you slept in.

“It’s okay, baby,” came Chuuya’s voice reassuringly. “Don’t worry ‘bout some shitty-ass restaurant.

“Meet me home at the rooftop at the time we originally planned.”

“…Alright,” you replied, unsure of what he was going to do, but you were grateful anyway that you’d get to spend time with him.

“And get ready too, like we originally planned,” he added, and this time, you could imagine the smugness in his smile. “See ya soon.”

…

The bell chimed as the elevator approached the top of Chuuya’s apartment, signaling that you reached the rooftop.

“Chuu?” you called out as the doors opened. He was nowhere to be found—instead a pathway of candles and a trail of rose petals leading to the other side.

Your heels clicked on the ground as you slowly followed the course. It was dark towards the back of the rooftop, but the front overlooked the entire city of Yokohama.

Another quiet flex.

“Hey, beautiful.” You noticed him before the lively city behind him, before the romantic scene he had set up—the path of petals expanded into scattering around the table Chuuya was sitting at. He was dressed up too—looking as attractive as ever.

“The Nakahara Restaurant,” you hummed, taking a seat in front of him. “Not bad.”

Chuuya smirked. “Not bad? We get Michelin stars, baby. Trust me.”

You giggled. “I don’t know about that, Chuu. You’ll have to prove it to me.” It was like you had turned the tables on him. Usually, he only deemed a restaurant good if you were pleased with the food.

“Alright.” Now, you were going to rate his. You could tell he was going to enjoy this.

“You hungry?”

You nodded.

With a snap of Chuuya’s fingers, you immediately heard footsteps scurrying toward the two of you.

Two young men, one with raven hair until silver tips and the other with an entirely silver head—you realized they were waiters from who knows where—approached you with a dish.

“Appetizers by Executive Nakahara,” the first one said.

“Wait—did you cook everything too?”

“Duuh, you take this for a fraud or something?” Chuuya failed to hide the pride on his face.

…

The appetizer, entrée, and dessert proved delicious, and you were forced to eat your previous words.

He was talented in just about everything.

Chuuya kicked the two ‘waiters’ out of his house after dessert was served, leaving the two of you finally alone. The candlelight amid the dark sky enveloped your figures in an intimate glow.

“I would’ve been fine with even just takeout,” you laughed after taking a sip out of your wine glass.

He smiled. “As if. It’s a special night, doll, we finally have time to see each other again.”

“Exactly! Seeing you is what matters most,” you said.

“Anyway, thank you, Chuu. I appreciate this so much. And I guess you’re right—you earn a Michelin Star from me.”

Chuuya looked towards the city below you and back. “Didn’t doubt it one bit. But that’s not the only stars we’re getting tonight.”

You looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t get shocked.”

Your lover snapped again—you picked up a slight difference in it this time compared to the previous times he signaled—and suddenly, Yokohama went dark.

You didn’t know how, but the city’s electricity had completely cut off at the mafia executive’s command.

“Chuu—?”

“You’re not looking the right way.”

You had been staring at the pitch-black buildings below in fazed awe, but it seemed to have switched places with the skies as now, small scattered lights began to fade in when you looked up, your eyes adjusting to the dark.

“Chuu!” You stood up in excitement. “We can see stars! In Yokohama!”

The ginger chuckled before pulling out a folded comforter from under the table. “Here, it’s better this way. Now this is what the wine was really for.”

…

Chuuya had fixed the comforter on the rooftop and pulled out a few pillows so that you were able to lie down and watch above more comfortably.

“I did this a lot when I stayed in Paris for a bit,” he said, explaining how he got the idea. “But the lights stayed on 24/7 there, too, so I had to use a telescope.”

You looked at him thoughtfully. “We could’ve done that too. You really startled everyone just for this.”

As if on cue, you suddenly heard someone shout in the distance, going “Hey! Who the hell turned off all the lights?!” You and Chuuya both snorted.

“Just for you,” he corrected. “I think this is better anyway. They can handle one night without power. And I made sure the hospitals and other important establishments stayed untouched.”

It was crazy how much power the man had. “Not entirely evil then,” you said.

“Yeah, plus I was also really aiming at that restaurant that tried ruining our plans,” Chuuya smirked.

You looked back at the stars and then Chuuya again, who hadn’t taken his cerulean eyes off your face.

You lay together to gaze at the stars. But instead of those, he was looking at you.

You couldn’t stop the flurry of coyness you got. He looked absolutely stunning under the heavens—it was almost unfair. It would be if you weren’t the one who got to see him in such a state. He looked mesmerized—mesmerized with you?

“Hey, you’re going to miss it if you keep staring at me,” you said.

“I’m seeing you and those galaxies for the first time in a while,” Chuuya replied. “I think I’d rather watch you.”

He kissed you while you were still smiling, causing him to grin, too. You felt light and safe around him and the blankets, and he felt the same. All aggression and stress ceased from his head, healed by you and the moonlight.

“Y’can name stars after people too, right?” he asked when you pulled back. “I swear, I’m going to make the next scientist who discovers one name it after you. It’d be way better than those random shitty names they give nowadays.”

FYODOR : i have the cosmos mapped out, likewise your soul. — you alone, he adores.

There was not a word said as you got into the passenger seat of the car that Fyodor was driving. He had left a note earlier that day—Zolotse, you’re coming with me on a mission tonight. Prepare what you need and bring the sleeping bags, and you had done so with little hesitation.

The sun had already gone down, but you were used to this. Initially, you had thought his job the opposite of himself—the demon was called to bizarre places sporadically and had to adapt to their settings in a short amount of time. You only realized after being with him for a while that he planned these things beforehand, and he planned them long ago.

The job was made for him—his little game of fate and chess.

He drove for around four hours straight. In that time, you had put on your favorite music, and talked with him about the usual—your latest philosophical obsession, anything interesting about his latest endeavors—you hadn’t realized you had gotten so far away from civilization.

Fyodor must’ve become nocturnal from all the time he’d spent in the dark, because it was pitch-black in all directions when he finally parked the car and you stepped out.

And only then you finally asked him. “Fedya, where are we?”

He didn’t respond, instead going to the back of the car and opening the trunk, handing you your sleeping bag and a flashlight.

You flipped the switch on, trying to scan the surroundings for any hint of where this journey took you.

“Darling, you’re quite naïve,” Fyodor said as you looked down at rocks and twigs below your shoes. “I’m concerned about how easily you agreed to let someone drive you hours out into the wilderness.”

“I’d do it only for you,” you replied, giggling. “I trust you.” Alas, he had answered your question, though you still didn’t know what he was here for.

“Follow me. We have a bit of hiking to do.”

…

A secret hideout? Meeting spot? Something valuable hidden here? Your mind came up with countless reasons why your lover’s current mission took place on a mountain and how he could even navigate without a map. The entire thing was strange—you hadn’t even seen him take any valuables of some kind besides a tent and his own sleeping bag.

The walk-up was a bit tedious. Thankfully, you wore the right shoes and had eaten well beforehand, but you still didn’t expect you would be partaking in exercise so late at night. It was also hard to see, the flashlights scarcely making a difference.

You came across a very steep hill; it was almost like you had to climb rather than hike up.

“Apologies for the inconvenience,” you heard Fyodor from above as he went first to ensure each step was safe. “It’ll be worth it later.”

“Ah-” You hardly had time to ponder his statement when you misstepped on a loose twig, causing you to slip. However, a hand reached to tightly grab you before you slid down.

“Careful, milaya.”

Fyodor kept your hand clasped in his throughout the rest of the trek. You finally reached a large clearing by the edge of a cliff—devoid of trees and hard bedrock.

“We’re here.”

He began setting up the tent while you looked around. There was nothing at all out of the ordinary—nothing suspicious for the demon to use. Were you really here just to camp?

“The goal: your eyes to adjust.”

Fyodor had finished and had been looking at you for some time—smiling, at the way your brows furrowed and how you were still lost with this entire night.

“What-?” you asked as he walked over to take your sleeping bag. You followed him as he set it right next to his.

“Sit next to me, lyubov,” he said, guiding you down. “I’ll tell you the secret to getting directions up here.”

He tilted his head up, and for the first time, you noticed an entire galaxy before you.

…

Drenched under the vastness of the dark skies and lights of the stars, Fyodor began to speak.

“We’ve used star navigation for thousands of years,” he said. “Fifty-eight stars and thirty-eight constellations that we’re able to use, but you only need to locate the Ursa Major to find north and Orion to find west.”

You nodded. Perhaps this is what he had come here to do—find directions to something that no GPS or technology recorded. He had probably taken you along just because he thought you’d admire the view and how you did. Fyodor was right—the walk-up was worth this view.

It was like you were in a trance. You had seen stars, but nothing like this before. The entire Milky Way galaxy was visible to your eyes, countless little suns that seemed barely out of your grasp, even though they were millions of miles away.

“Fedya, how many of them do you recognize by name?”

“By now, I have them all memorized because I’ve found it helpful. If an apocalypse surged the earth, they would still be there. If the world ended, they would still be there. The cosmos remain untouched by us—they watch humanity dance from afar. The nomads knew this the best—when we traveled, we relied on nothing but nature.”

You wondered how many body transfers it took for him to retain them all. There were so many little lights in the sky, it seemed near impossible to be able to gather even half in a mind’s jar. You guessed tens of years at the least, and even with that time, you knew only he could do it.

“You commend them too, don’t you?” you spoke, taking a risk in guessing his views.

“Elaborate for me.” You made eye contact with him, and amethyst eyes fawned over by the night almost enticed you even more than the entire view of the universe afore you.

“You appreciate them, and everything else that lays on the earth after the sun sets because they hold no flaw. They aren’t blemished by the foolishness of people.

“You can be at peace with them because they are perfect, unlike us.”

“You’re right. The perfect mankind would be as pure as the sun and the stars—untainted by something as unnatural as abilities. That’s how I see it, but why group yourself in such faults?”

“Hm?” was the only sound you were able to get out, when he grazed his fingers along your face, cupping your cheek.

“Printsessa, you are perfect.” He spoke smoothly, rich accent making his words sound like a lullaby.

“Your soul dances with the kosmos. Something so divine—you are the harmony of something as beautiful as what we see tonight.

“You are the only one who matches the heavens; my love, you surpass the heavens.”

He captured your lips in a kiss, and you only registered then that it was you two alone. It felt like you two were the only ones in the world with the witnesses to your love being the ends of the horizons, and that the universe who put on a show in the sky instead turned to watch you.

…

“Fedya…what was the mission?” you asked softly as you cuddled with him, your hands reaching for his silky hair as you lay on his chest.

You felt his smile. “You’re still so naïve, darling; you didn’t have to think so much. The mission was to bring you here. It’s been a while since we’ve gone out, has it not?”

SIGMA : i’ve never seen it before! (the aurora borealis) — he learns what love is through you.

“Sigma, baby, let’s go!”

The man had a slightly puzzled face as he let you eagerly lead him outside, past your home’s backyard—into the hills beyond. Other than the Sky Casino, it was your favorite spot, especially when you wanted some peace away from the rest of humanity and its industry.

Your lover was utterly confused why you made sure he did not fall asleep this evening. He always went to bed far earlier than you and rose while you were still lost in dream—perhaps snoring—but tonight you insisted.

And Sigma followed, even though he was at the verge of passing out from exhaustion—managing a casino was hard. He let you take his hand and direct him, even without a clue of where you were going.

Maybe that was what love was—blindly following another.

“I have a surprise.” You slightly turned your head back to look at him, and he swore he would remember this scene forever. His hand still clasped around yours, the warm glow of the back porch’s bistro lights cast upon your face, and your sweet smile—though it was dark outside, he felt that your smile lit up his world more than all the stars combined in the night sky.

The cosmos were a new thing for him. You had introduced watching the stars to him, in this special place beyond your backyard.

Immediately after his first time learning what the Big Dipper was, and that the little lights in the sky were actually much farther than they seemed, he called for a viewing deck to be created for the Sky Casino.

That way, even on nights away from you and home, he could still gaze at the same stars, and for you as well if you wanted to visit.

“Are we stargazing?” Sigma asked as you ran up one of the hills with him. He held a chuckle to himself. You didn’t bother to change out of your pajamas. You were so cute.

“It’s a little different this time,” you giggled, setting down a blanket for the two of you to sit. Before, you would bring foldable chairs, but you realized that they made it a bit difficult for you to cling onto Sigma when you wanted to cuddle with him.

“We should start to see it in just a few minutes,” you said, looking up.

“Okay…”

The stars were there as usual. Sigma had never thought that something as pretty as your heart could exist in something physical, but that was how he saw those small lights in the sky.

If only you knew that whenever you decided to talk about how beautiful the skies were at night, he wanted to say they were literally just a reflection of you.

As soon as the clock on your watch hit the next hour, you immediately grabbed Sigma’s arm in enthusiasm.

Now he was really starting to wonder what got you so jumpy.

“Hey! Do you see it?!”

Sigma caught himself so distracted by you that he was watching your face instead of where your eyes were looking at.

He blushed when you looked at him, but thankfully you remained oblivious to his embarrassment.

“The green light! Do you see it?”

Sigma looked up, and he saw what looked like sliver of green contrast the dusky sky.

“That’s natural,” you began to explain. “It works through the earth’s magnetic field colliding with the atmosphere.

“Watch how it dances.”

A show started to unfold before the two of you. Sigma watched as the small touch of light became even brighter, transforming into a ribbon. He watched as the ribbon began to travel across the sky, overtaking the darkness. He watched in awe as it was joined by another green stream, traversing the horizons together.

“Wow,” you both said in awe.

“It’s called the aurora borealis,” you spoke.

“You can see it regularly if you travel way up north, but it’s a rare event here.

“I wanted to experience it with you.”

Sigma turned to look back at you, butterflies in his tummy and a surge of warmth overflowing his heart when he met your face—cheeks glowing from the reflection of the chasma and your eyes full of adoration.

“With me?” Sigma asked.

“Of course,” you replied, pulling him up. “Look Sigma—a new color joined.”

He glanced up, seeing that a new hue had appeared, aligning itself with the green. A pinkish light had mixed itself in, creating a swirl of paints on the sky’s pallete.

It really seemed like the lights were dancing. And Sigma thought to himself—like me and her.

You seemed to have the same idea because you had taken his hands in yours and started to whirl him around. It was messy—a bit chaotic, but he let himself be dragged along for a bit until he got dizzy, because maybe love was blindly following someone.

Eventually, Sigma started laughing, and couldn’t be thrown around any longer. “Calm down, love!” He took control of the dance, guiding your steps so that it turned into a more organized waltz.

He became captivated when he twirled you around—even though you were in your pajamas, you couldn’t look any less beautiful. He had danced with you in ballrooms, in gardens, but this unrehearsed night was the most enchanting of all.

…

You two danced until your feet started to hurt and Sigma’s exhaustion finally got the best of him. Now, you lay together, watching the rest of the night’s act play out.

“Whenever I look at the nebulas, I only think of you now, you know,” you confessed. “Because even if you’re up there, and I’m down on earth, we’re still looking at the same stars together.”

“I think the same,” Sigma replied. “It’s like we’re always connected in some way.”

You nodded with a smile, but you realized Sigma wasn’t finished yet.

“Actually, it’s more than that. I can only think of you when I see those things because all beauty leads back to you. I see your kindness in the sun and your energy in these colorful lights. I see your perseverance in the moon and most importantly, how many hearts you’ve made shine in the stars.

“And whatever ends up the brightest at night is mine, because you’ve warmed my heart the most.”

Your own heart was beating fast, by how your lover had spoken so tenderly to you and by the way he had rolled over towards you so that he was so close now—his lips just shy of yours.

“Sigma,” you whispered, and then you pulled him into a kiss.

It was then he finally understood: love wasn’t about blindly following another, he followed you because you were a blessing of trust, carrying the stars of devotion on your hands.

i heard if you rb, u’ll be able to watch the stars w/ ur fav tn !! reblogs are cherished; they are what support me the most. <3

this fic wouldn’t have ever seen the light, weren’t for @cheriiyaya (hi); thank u bby for encouraging me start to finish. <3 a lil prompt inspo for dazai & fyodor from her. ^_^

p.s. did i imply a past!love triangle in dazai’s scenario? yes. was i referring to the fyozai ‘til death we do art love triangle? maybe..! actually, for some rzn, i included many things here that foreshadow other fics coming soon. stay tuned :)

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[osachiyo]

19 and 21 for Chuuya? <3 if that's okay skfjfjg

19 — They make you squirt for the first time + 21 — They beg you to ride their face MDNI.

"i swear to fuckin' god babe,"

chuuya grumbled sassily at seeing you hover over his face — he felt insulted that you thought he couldn't take it.

"just don't wanna hurt you, chuu," you whined, thighs trembling from feeling your boyfriend's hot breath fanning over your wet folds.

"ya really think this would hurt me? silly girl," chuuya deadpanned, rolling his eyes — pulling you down to meet his mouth before you could even form a response — a yelp leaving your lips at his boldness.

"f-fuck, chuuya —!" one of your hands scrambled to find purchase in his ginger locks, while the other gripped the headboard like your life depended on it. "relax baby, i got ya," chuuya's voice was muffled as he pressed you even more against his pretty face — bare hands groping the globes of your ass.

his tongue licked a flat stripe up from your hole to your clit, the pink muscle moving in circular motions against your sensitive little bud.

it didn't take long for you to finally calm yourself down — finding a bit of confidence, you started bucking your hips, riding his face which made chuuya moan at the feeling, landing a swift smack to your ass to encourage you to keep using him.

"yeah baby, just like that — ride my fuckin' face, god —" chuuya groaned, tongue dipping into your hole repeatedly, before slipping out and flicking your clit — it was sloppy and messy but fuck did it feel like heaven.

the hot coil in your lower tummy tightened from hearing chuuya's voice — dripping with lust and hunger, and him feasting on you like he hadn't eaten in forever.

"oh god chuuya —! feels s'good, right there, oh —!" your mouth dropped open into an 'o' shape as the hot coil finally snapped — the pressure in your tummy exploding with heat.

your juices squirted out like a fountain — drenching chuuya's face, as he tried his best to lick it all up. only when you looked down did you see the fucked-out look on your boyfriend's handsome face. his freckled skin now flushed into a shade of pink down to his neck.

you could see your own face warning up at the smirk he gave you. "chuu, are you oka—!" you were suddenly flipped onto your back against the mattress — chuuya's hips now between your legs as he quickly unbuckled his belt, before taking his leaky cock out and slapping it on your clit impatiently.

"good god, baby — can't believe you just fuckin' squirted. you need to do that again. can you do that f'me, angel? on my cock this time, yeah? fuck yeah, open up sweetheart—"

prompts are closed !

[peaches-and-creamm]

HAND IN HAND♥

Warnings: none! just fluff♡ established relationship!

wc: ~700

a/n: not proofread, wrote this pretty quickly bc i love this boy

you and yuta dance in the kitchen :)

The sound of the door opening and closing was more than enough for you to whip your head around.

It was later than usual and you had been making something simple to eat (mac and cheese, specifically) while listening to music that played softly on your phone.

A smile spreads across your face as soon as you heard shoes click on the floor and clothes rustling, quickly realizing Yuta removing his coat and shoes.

"Y/n..? Angel?" You hear your boyfriends clearly tired voice along with the thumping of his footsteps as he walked his way into where you were in the kitchen. You heard the sigh of relief that came from him as soon as he laid his dark blue eyes onto you.

"Hey, yuyu." You held his hands when he wrapped them around your midsection, giggling when he nuzzled his face into your shoulder with an almost defeated groan.

"Safe to assume your day wasn't all that?" You sat down the spoon you were stirring the cheese into the noodles with so you could turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and scratching at his scalp.

He hummed happily, his eyes shut as he hugged you closer to him. He nodded against your skin and you kissed the top of his head with a hum.

After a few moments of you just holding each other wordlessly in the kitchen, he began rocking back and forth. He stood up straighter, tucking your head into his chest as he slowly began moving side to side.

"What are you doing, yuyu?" You questioned, tilting your head up from where he had placed it in his chest to look up at him. Your expression softened when you saw how gently he was looking at you.

You reached up a hand to cup at his cheek, rubbing back and forth softly under his eyes on his eyebags.

He just shook his head with a tired smile on his face and began running his fingers through your hair.

"You have music on, I guess I just felt like swaying with you." He softly spoke, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes closed as he poured his emotions into the small loving gesture.

"you're so cute, yuta." You kissed him for the first time since he's been back, your lips locking together for a few moments before you pulled back and rested your foreheads together.

"H-huh?!" He jumped slightly at your sudden complement, moving away from you slightly with pink dusting his cheeks. He chuckled after a moment and shook his head.

"You're the cute one here!" He bantered with you, the two of you now going back and forth with "you're cute"s and "you're cuter!".

After about a minute of back and forth you burst out laughing and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, hugging him tightly. He happily returned the gesture and even lifted you up slightly.

"Oh! I love this song-" You said with a small gasp as you recognized the song that began playing from your phone. You moved away from him and grabbed his hands, putting it on your hips as you moved closer to him yet again.

He happily pulled you closer to him, kissing the tip of your nose with a chuckle. He followed your lead as you swayed with him around the kitchen, the food you were making forgotten as the kitchen of your newly shared apartment was filled with both of your giggles.

"Y/n..? I, um- I have a question, if that's okay..." He cut you off, stopping you from singing the lyrics happily to yourself. You looked to him and cupped his cheeks, a giddy smile on your face as you smiled to him.

"Yeah? What is it, yu?" You questioned, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his reddening cheek. You noticed how he suddenly looked nervous, and your expression shifted to that of concern.

"Is everything oka-"

"Marry me."

M.LIST♥

[stinkysam]

Lucifer Morningstar - No fight for you.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “How about a Lucifer/ M. reader where the two have been dating for a while and the reader is good friends with Charlie so he wants to help fight Adam and the exterminators, but Lucifer really doesn’t want the reader to fight because he’s afraid of losing his boyfriend. Perhaps, Lucifer has a bad feeling about the fight and his boyfriend fighting and talks reader out of fighting.” - @riokunova

Reader : you / yours

It's the D-day, the day Adam and the exorcists come to fight at the Hazbin Hotel. And you knew they would be there any minutes now. But you were ready to fight and help your friends.

“Lulu ! I'm going !” You said loudly as you took your coat, putting it on.

“Oka- wait, what ?” Lucifer appeared right in front of you, tapping his cane on the floor to get your attention. “Where are you going ?” He frowned, confused.

“To the fight !” You kissed his cheek and buttoned your coat. “I'll help Charlie and the others.” You smiled innocently.

“What ?” Lucifer clutched his cane. “No ! No no no no no no no no.” He approached you, taking your hands in his. “Definitely not.”

“And why not ?” You try pulling your hands away but Lucifer's grip stops you from doing so.

“Because it's dangerous, my love.” Lucifer smiled, his thumbs gently caressing your skin.

“I know, but you're going too so I won't really be in danger.”

“You can't go, please.” He said, squeezing your hands. “I… I have a bad feeling about you coming.”

“Lucifer. I can take care of my own, and you'll be there so I'll be safe.”

“Less safe than here.”

“Oh, come on, I can fight too !” You tried to let go of his hands but Lucifer stopped you from doing it, again.

“I know, but it's Adam we're talking about, he's stronger than the exorcists, and stronger than he lets out.”

“Then you'll take care of him and I'll take care of the exorcists.” You grinned, squeezing his hands in hope to change his mind.

But it didn't seem to work.

“[Name], please.” He looked into your eyes and it was his turn to hope he'd change your mind. “I love you. And I- I don't want anything to happen to you. I can't risk it.”

You looked at him, unsure of what to say.

“I know you're strong-”

“Then let me fight… I survived the other exterminations, I can survive this.”

“It's different.” He let go of one of your hands to stroke your cheek gently, a small smile on his face. “They'll all be focused on the hotel. And you, if you go.”

He admired your strong sense of justice, wanting to help your friends no matter the dangers. Even if it was against angels or beings stronger than you.

Now you were strong, you could handle exorcists. But he had this gut wrenching feeling that something bad would happen if you went to the fight.

You sighed, leaning against his hand and squeezed his other one.

“If I go, you'll teleport me right back here, right ?”

Lucifer said nothing, looking at you with sad eyes. He hoped he hadn't hurt your feelings.

But if he did, it was a small price to keep your life safe.

You sighed once more and closed your eyes for a few seconds.

“Okay. I'll stay here…” You said and Lucifer smiled gently. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you.” You replied, smiling back before pecking his lips. “Be safe.”

“I will.” He stroked your cheek again, looking into your eyes lovingly.

You stayed like this for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“I don't mind this in the slightest, but, shouldn't you get going ?” You asked with a small laugh, nudging his nose with yours.

“Oh, golly, yes !” And with a snap of the fingers a portal opened. You could see the hotel and everyone fighting. You wanted to go through it but…

You told Lucifer you wouldn't come.

So you stood there as you watched him walk through it.

“I'll come back to you.” He promised before the portal closed.

So you took off your coat and ran to the sofa, taking your phone out to check the news. Quickly you found a channel that streamed the fight at the hotel and you could watch as Lucifer saved Charlie and fought Adam.

You rolled your eyes at his comment about Lilith and Eve, but a small smile was on your face. At least he was having the upper hand and wasn't in danger.

You continued watching and let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding when Charlie stopped your lover from killing Adam. You knew Lucifer could kill, but you weren't sure killing the First Man would do really good for his conscience. After all, far far in the past, they used to be friends, where Adam named things Lucifer had created, before things went south between Adam and Lilith and then Eve.

But Nifty didn't get the memo as she climbed Adam and stabbed him in the back. Then Lute appeared and took his halo, promising vengeance before flying back to heaven with the other exorcists. And with that the stream ended.

It's after a couple hours that Lucifer teleports back home, rushing to you and taking you in his arms.

“Did you see ?” He asks immediately.

“Yeah.” You kissed his cheek. “A little bit too full of yourself at times, my king.”

He laughed at your comment, squeezing you harder against him with a hum.

“But you were dashing.” Another kiss on his cheek. “Very hot.” You said with a big voice, squishing his cheeks with your hands.

Lucifer could only grin with glee as you peppered his face with kisses.

“But I'm pretty sure I could've come.” You said, stopping your kisses.

“Well, it's too late. Now get back to it.” Lucifer ushered, before looking at you with puppy eyes. “Please ?”

You rolled your eyes but did as asked, kissing his cheeks then his nose, his forehead, his eyelids and then his lips.

Maybe he saved your life, maybe it was just what it was ; a bad feeling.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[2knightt]

dallas but with a sweetheart soc! gf. i feel like he’d be the sort of person to be like “i’m never gonna go for a soc especially a nice one” only to be completely smitten with one the minute he meets her 😭😭😭

Dallas Winston x sweetheart!soc!reader

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.swearing, minor mentions of violence and blood.

honest to god, he didn’t believe you existed.

people would talk about this nice soc who’s ‘real nice to us grease.’

all dallas did when he heard this was kiss his teeth and shake his head.

“yeah right, when’s the last time you ever met a nice soc? never, cause they don’t exist. get your head outta the clouds you idiot.”

UNTILL he actually just so happened to run into you!

you were walking, alone. stupid—you already knew that.

you just wanted to walk around tusla in peace!

then dallas winston came and ruined it.

“woah. what’s a pretty girl like you doin ‘round these parts?”

dallas said from behind you, trying to lean into your view as you kept walking.

“huh? ‘these parts?’”

“yeah, little miss. these parts. where the hoods stay. you don’t look like no grease, anyhow.”

that’s when you finally understood what he meant.

you’re a soc that’s walking around the east side!

“oh! i’m sorry, should i-uh, walk back?”

dallas didn’t know what you meant—sorry? walk back?

“why’d you go and go that?”

“well—you clearly don’t want me here and i don’t wanna make you upset! im sorry if i did, i ain’t mean it!”

ohh…you’re that sweetheart soc everyone was talking about.

dally’s demeanour immediately changed. it went from sweet to nonchalant, cool, tuff guy.

“yeah, it’s best you go. might get hurt or something..”

so with that, you nodded your head and walked in the opposite direction.

while you were fleeing the scene, dallas couldn’t stop thinking about you.

he thought about how cute your hair was, how pretty you looked under the moonlight, how—wait. what is he saying?!

you’re a soc! he’d rather die than go after a soc!

he just grumbled to himself, cursing himself out.

the days following, every time a person mentioned you at all, he’d try to switch the conversation.

“that nice soc came ‘round recently. she-“

“uh-anyways, buck’s having a part tonight.”

dally didn’t go around saying he didn’t believe you were real or that he hated you anymore. instead he just went around looking for you!

and one fateful day, he ran into you again!

“hey, i remember you! i didn’t catch your name!”

“dallas winston. what’s your name, pretty?”

“y/n l/n. oh—and thank you!”

since then, you and dallas would talk more and more. even hanging out on some occasions!

you just thought it was all because he was a really nice friend, which made you sad because you liked dallas winston a lot!

maybe a little too much…you found yourself purposely going onto greaser territory just to see him.

and it’s not like he didn’t like you too! he totally did, and you could tell!

dallas ain’t very good at hiding his blush.

but he was in complete denial. he refuses to accept that he likes another girl after syliva, let alone the someone apart of the group of people he hates the most.

one lovely and wonderful day you and dally went on a drive! …in your car, obviously.

dallas had pulled into an empty parking lot and turned to face you.

“why are we here, dal? you oka-“

“i like you.”

“…what?”

dallas sighs and thoughts start running through his head about how he knew he shouldn’t have told you, how he knew it was stupid, how all soc’s are the same.

a soc girl dating a hood like him was unheard of, so he thought if you rejected him he’d get over you.

well, that’s what he thought before it actually came. he was embarrassed—he wanted to just run out, he should it’d save him the trouble—

when suddenly his worries were cut off by your angelic giggle.

“i like you too, dallas.”

then without thinking, the two of you lean over the centre console and have your very first kiss as a couple <3

you best believe he’s bragging about you to everyone and anyone.

“yeah but i don’t see you dating a soc, let alone y/n, steve. up your fucking game.”

“I’M GOING TO BODYSLAM YOU DALLAS.”

he steals stuff for you but REFUSES to tell you he stole them. he thinks you’ll have a heart attack if he does.

when he sees a cute shirt you’d like? snatched. your favourite snack? already in his jacket. a cute necklace with his initial? NOT SAFE! HE ALREADY TOOK IT!

he’s so whipped for you oh my LORD.

dallas is pushing other girls away that WILLINGLY flirted with him.

“yeah, huh uh. that’s nice ‘n all but, i got a girlfriend.”

he will walk into soc territory for you. he can and he will.

he doesn’t care who tries to jump him, he has pretty flowers to give you at your doorstep!

cuddling?? cuddling.

while at the drive-in you guys are definitely that one cute couple that everyone looks at when they walk by.

dallas’s arm around your shoulders as he brings you closer to him with your head resting on his shoulder.

looking up at him as he looks down at you and flashes his famous smile<3

i can see it now!

still can’t believe how nice you are sometimes??

like he just doesn’t get why you’re apologizing to a door??

“oh! i’m so sorry.”

“that’s a door, doll.”

PATCHING HIM UP AFTER FIGHTS??? OH MY GOD???

him sitting on your kitchen counter with bruises and cuts all over his body as you scramble to find any sort of bandages.

“oh dall, look at you!”

“i’ll be fine, love.”

“BUT I WON’T BE!! YOU’RE BLEEDING SO MUCH!!”

not gonna lie, when dallas told the gang he was dating you they thought he was lying.

“yeah right.”

“mhm, and i’m sober right now. ya know, since we’re lying.”

“dallas, stop lying to us.”

“guys what the fuck???”

dallas waited awhile before you met the gang. even though he trusted you fully, you were still a soc.

and you know how greasers and socs are together, right?

but when you do meet them?? they are HOLLERING.

“HOLY SHIT IT WAS TRUE!”

“STEVE HOLD ME I NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN!”

“AND SHE’S ACTUALLY PRETTY??”

dallas felt a little offended at the last part.

your friends didn’t like that you were hanging around the toughest greaser in tusla, and they let you know that.

“i still can’t believe you gave that hood a chance, y/n.”

“me neither, you doin’ charity work now?”

“c’mon guys! he’s real sweet when he’s with me, you just don’t know the dallas i know!”

but overtime, they had no choice but to accept it.

they just couldn’t believe that an angel like you would go after the devil himself!

your friends knew that you were whipped for dallas n they couldn’t do anything about it.

you two were head over heels for each other.

tulsa’s it couple, as some would say!

author notes ;

1.SORRY FOR THE DELAY FOR THIS OMFG.

2.im legit inlove with this idea?? your mind?? holy shit???

3.I HOPE U LIKE THIS LMFAO

may 17th, 2023. 5:29PM

[hwangswhore]

Pretty Little Mouth

_

You concentrate deeply on breathing through your nose , trying not to gag on the 7 inch cock that’s currently thrusting into your throat.

Hyunjin had come home visibly stressed from work, so you wanted to help him wind down a bit.

“Please baby, let me take care of you.” He laughed shyly at your insistence. “Baby..you really don’t have to do that. Why don’t we just get some rest oka-“ “But I want to Hyunnie, I want to make you feel good…” His breath hitched as you started feeling him up on his jeans that he was unbuckilng to change out of. “Wanna taste you, feel you cum down my throat..”

“Fuuuck..” he sighed out, losing himself in pleasure as you palmed him through his boxers. He was achingly hard. He began running his fingers through your hair as he nodded. “Fuck..yes baby..please.” You grinned as he motioned for you to continue.

That’s how you ended up where you are now. Knees aching from the cold wood floor, eyes welled up with tears, and throat burning as it gets ruthlessly fucked by your husband.

He pulled out to just the tip before thrusting his length into your throat once again. “Fuck angel…I’m gonna cum..”he moaned, making you whine as his words went straight between your legs. “Can you be good for me and take my load baby? Swallow it all like the angel you are yeah?” You moan in response to his filthy words.

He takes both hands now, and wraps his fingers around the back of your neck for leverage as he begins fucking himself faster in your tight warm mouth. You begin swirling your tongue on his shaft and that’s when Hyunjin sees stars. He cums with a choked out gasp, groaning as he rides through his high. His orgasm is intense, the most intense in a while.

All that stress, released inside that pretty little mouth.

-

Sorry I’m high and horny LMAO

[mochazai]

₊˚⊹♡ 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 [𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟷] ♡₊˚⊹

Summary: An aspiring author with a dark past to overwrite , finds himself addicted to a different kind of poison

Pairing: Writer!Dazai x Barista!Reader

Genre: yandere / fluff

A/N: relaunching this blog with a little series, hope y’all like it!

*skritch scratch swoop*

The old fashioned ink pen dragged over the paper; a stark contrast to the modern cafe Dazai found himself in.

He found his lines growing fainter the longer he wrote and sighed before dipping it back into the pot of obsidian-black ink. He hurried to write down his thoughts before he forgot;he almost always forgot.

‘Maybe I should switch to carbon…’ he thought, looking at the nib of his pen, now having jotted down the line he’d wanted to, making sure it lived on forever in his writing.

Well, maybe not forever,more like as long as he kept it dry.

Another downside to using ink,as Dazai had come to realise, was that one drop of water,or in his case alcohol,could undo months or even years of work.perhaps the newer invention made sense after all?

But no.

“Odasaku preferred ink,and so I'm sticking to ink too.” He said matter-of-factly.

Dazai often wondered why he became a writer; and then he’d remember.

Maybe he did need to get his head looked at…no,that’d be expensive,and maybe he’d actually get put in jail this time if he willingly let someone look at the fucked up maze of thoughts he called his mind.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he thought he was? Yeah! He was actually oka-

Nope. One look at the musings in front of him and he knew he was not normal.

The lines were thickly written,with far too much pressure for a normal poem or love letter,which ended up in the ink leaving blood like splatters across the paper.

‘Hmm,’ he thought to himself, ‘blood’

Could it be used as ink? Perhaps? Yes! It should be possible!

He looked to his finger and thought about testing his hypothesis right then and there when-

“ One mocha, with a shot of espresso and whole milk, for Osamu Dazai!”

He heard his name and his order and practically floated over to where the voice had come from.

That angelic voice…its owner, the very person who plagued his dreams and nightmares, the person who inspired all of his latest pieces and whose absence in his life caused him to drink so much that he spilled sake all over his writings,causing them to fade away and become illegible ,but perhaps that was for the best…

“Thank you y/n,” he said with a smile as he took the drink in both his hands,”looking flawless as always~” he added with a wink.

You blushed,as you always did, and let out another on of your cute laughs,Dazai’s heart did a flip and he swore that he’d do anything to make sure no one ever wiped that smile off your face,he’d rip his heart from his chest if you’d ask, he’d drink cyanide if you’d put it in his coffee,because osamu dazai was obsessive. He knew not how to love like a ‘normal’ man,only to throw himself into something so fully that it drove him insane. Insane with desire, with love, and with lust.

such was the situation before him.

He needed you like he needed air. He needed to feel your skin against his if only for a moment. Yet all he did was smile at you and return to his seat.

You watched his retreating form and your intrusive thoughts got the better of you.

You walked over to his table,some paper napkins in hand to use as an excuse if you chickened out.

You tapped your finger on his shoulder and he turned around so fast that it made you trip.

You braced yourself for impact but then felt a bandaged arm wrap around your waist and catch you,the grip of said arm holding you firmly and its owner's face was mere inches away from yours.

“Careful bella,” he said, his coffee-scented breath fanning over your face, “coulda hurt yourself there” there was a long pause as you looked into his eyes and as he took in your features, studying them and committing them to memory,as if he hadn’t already,his gaze lingering on your lips a little longer than you though normal,but he didn’t notice and you didn’t care.gods, how you wanted to kiss him in that moment,but you calmed your nerves and blurted out your question.

“Are you free later tonight? My friends are having a party and i want you to be my plus one”

‘What the fuck??? You WANT him to be his plus one??? Way to sound desperate y/n!’ You mentally scolded yourself,and in the process missed how his expression shifted from shock to a smirk.

“Actually,” he began, drawing you out of your mini-pity party, “i’d love to~” and this time you didnt miss the smirk that was plastered on his face,nor did you miss how his eyes darkened,or even how his hold on your waist tightened just a little.

Your heart beat faster and your eyes involuntarily darted to his lips.

But just as you were about to make your move you heard a loud,

“Y/N!!!”

It was your co-worker calling you back to your station.

You begrudgingly stood up straight, scrawled out your number on one of the napkins,handed them to him and darted back to your station, apologising for nearly spilling his coffee and thanking him for catching you.

And all the while all he noticed was how adorable you looked when you were flustered and how you’d very nearly kissed him.

‘But no matter’ he’d thought as he sat down in his seat. You’d get your chance later that day…and so would he.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 ; 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲,𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[jennibeultimate]

Medal summary by gymnasts at Olympics 2024

Sorted by number of medals including team medals. Not listed with name gymnasts who won "only" team medals:

Simone Biles 🇺🇸 🥇🥇🥇🥈(4)

Shinnosuke Oka 🇯🇵 🥇🥇🥇🥉(4)

Rebeca Andrade 🇧🇷 🥇🥈🥈🥉(4)

Zou Jinyuan 🇨🇳 🥇🥈🥈(3)

Sunisa Lee 🇺🇸 🥇🥉🥉(3)

Zhang Boheng 🇨🇳 🥈🥈🥉 (3)

Carlos Yulo 🇵🇭 🥇🥇(2)

Liu Yang 🇨🇳 🥇🥈 (2)

Alice D'Amato 🇮🇹 🥇🥈 (2)

Jade Carey 🇺🇸 🥇🥉(2)

Jordan Chiles 🇺🇸 🥇🥉 (2)

Xiao Ruoteng 🇨🇳 🥈🥉 (2)

Manila Esposito 🇮🇹 🥈🥉(2)

Stephen Nedoroscik 🇺🇸 🥉🥉(2)

Rhys McClenaghan 🇮🇪 🥇(1)

Kaylia Nemour 🇩🇿 🥇(1)

Nariman Kurbanov 🇰🇿 🥈(1)

Illia Kovtun 🇺🇦 🥈(1)

Qiu Qiyuan 🇨🇳 🥈(1)

Zhou Yaqin 🇨🇳🥈(1)

Artem Dolgopyat 🇮🇱🥈(1)

Angel Barajas 🇨🇴 🥈(1)

Artur Davtyan 🇦🇲 🥈(1)

Harry Hepworth 🇬🇧 🥉 (1)

Jake Jarman 🇬🇧 🥉(1)

Elftherios Petrounias 🇬🇷 🥉(1)

Chia-Hung Tang 🇹🇼 🥉(1)

[onetoothpig]

So apparently Flag-chan had a collab with Manga Angel Neko Oka?

Why have I only learned this now?

[ist4rgirlo]

Conrad helping reader on her period, I’m on my period rn cramps are killing me and it’s 3 am I can’t sleep I need comfort the most rn lmao

───────────── 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONE SHOT !

Requested By: Anonymous

His expression softened when he saw me walk down the stairs looking grumpy — not in the mood, looking like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Goodmorning, baby. I made you breakfast” Conrad said smiling gently — pushing the plate towards me. I groaned feeling a cramp in my stomach. I'm guessing it was the time of the month.

Conrad stood up and walked towards me “Oh my love” he said before hugging me, lifting me up — my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulder.

He walked towards my couch and placed me done gently, "Stay here yeah? I'll get you a hot compress" he said, smiling at me gently - patting my head. I nodded, wrapping the blanket around me as he went to get me some hot compress.

I closed my eyes feeling exhausted and sickly. After ten minutes or so ,he came back with the compress and set it beside me then sat on the couch again, "Take this okay?" he asked handing me the glass of water with a pain reliever pill.

"Do you want me to go buy you some pads and some chocolate?" Conrad cooed, I smiled and nodded "Okay," he whispered and kissed my forehead before standing up, leaving me lying on the couch.

After about twenty minutes, Conrad returned with some chocolate and pads, I stood up and grabbed the bag from him and went upstairs to do my business, after I was done I saw Conrad walk towards the tv to put on my favorite Disney movie.

"Come, baby. Sit down" he said smiling - he pulled me gently, making me sit down on the couch before sitting down beside me, he placed my legs on top of his, then wrapped his arms around me as I gently leaned my head on his chest.

I looked up at him, giggling "I though you hated Disney movies?" I asked, Conrad chuckled - shaking his head no "I was just teasing, angel. Plus it's your favorite, I can watch these movies all day as long as it's with you" he said. I scoffed, laughing "You are too corny!" I said slapping him gently on the chest. He just chuckled before placing a kiss on my forehead before going back to watch the movie.

I remembered, he was supposed to go to help Jeremiah today with surfing "Hey weren't you supposed to help Jere today? I can handle myself, Connie. It's oka-"

I felt Conrad hug me tighter - pushing my head on his chest gently "I already texted him. It's okay, I want to take care of you so just let me alright? you are much more important" he cut me off - rubbing my head, raking his hands through my hear. God I couldn't ask for more, he was just the sweetest.

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just a short sweet one shot for everyone !! decided to do this because i myself is struggling rn and it is also the time of the month for me - i am going through my reqs right now and i am sorry if its taking so long i'm just having a writer's block rn and is kind of struggling to come up with ideas but i promise i'll do them :))