#I have an I need to know all sides problem it’s very annoying and exhausting

[soldierandawar]

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[cathnospam]

CW// UA CollegeAU, Oral, Reader is a lil oblivious, Bakugo is his own warning

“Returning the Favor”

Bakugo owes you and he hates it. But you don’t know it.

He has been meaning to pay you back for months, but he simply can’t due to world literally hate him.

It all started just a few months ago when you offered your Blondie to go down on him after a mission.

He’s been more crankier than usual and when you exhausted google for answers; relaxing, taking a mental day, going to a spa, the list went on , but nothing worked.

you were left with an orgasm.

It releases stress and tension, plus it feels amazing it shouldn’t hurt right? Granted, you and your boyfriend never went as far as mutual masturbation, but when you offered he wasn’t very resistant towards it.

So you did, and even though it was your first time, he definitely didn’t think so! You gagged a few times sure, but that just added to the sexiness on you, and like Google said; it worked.

He wasn’t chipper or anything, but he was more calmer, pout still there as usual, but his eyes were more relaxed. Even when Denki kept touching at him (you assume he did it on purpose to make him mad) all he did was roll his eyes, call him sparky and walked away.

You did catch him staring at your mouth more because of this, but it was worth it seeing him be less annoyed and angry.

So here we are now 3 months later and it’s became a routine between you both; at least a couple times a week you let him come to your dorm and you ….handle him. It never goes any further than that though since neither of yall are ready to take that dive into real intimacy, but it was okay—

You don’t mind at all! Maybe you’ve developed an oral fixation, but ironically enough sucking his dick is a stress reliever for you as well. Some days you’ve just ask him if he wants to come over and you spend the evening taking care of him.

Little did you know Bakugo hates it.

He doesn’t hate you or what you’re doing to him, it drives him insane, a few days ago he got hard during a shower thinking about your pretty little moans on his dick so that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was for the past few weeks he has been wanting to express his appreciation towards you by going down on YOU, but every single time he attempts it’s always an interuption.

Jirou needs you for a problem she has, an emergency at one of the agencies you both work at, he remembers a few times he fell right asleep after cumming. It’s embarrassing!

So, Bakugo has been adding up the costs and he knows he owes you, it’s gotten to the point he feels like he is using you.

Sure he says thank you, takes you out, cleans you up, etc etc, but he wants to REALLY pay you back. The moment he moves his body to get between your thighs you both have to leave. It SUCKS. He hates OWING.

But it wasn’t just about paying you back he does think about eating you out. Embarrassingly so, in different ways too.

Maybe with a skirt on and nothing under? Bent over the bed? Sit on his face? Maybe 69? Side ways? He can’t stop thinking the different ways to eat that pretty pussy of yours.

He couldn’t take it anymore he HAS to at this point. So, once again you text him asking if he wanted to come over and of course he’s already on his way, but once you tug down his sweats he stops you.

“Baby—?—oh!”

No words needed he attacks your neck gently to distract you from how he was pushing you down on your comfy bed, “‘Suki you—“

“Just…shut up. Please. “ Luckily you were wearing just one of his shirts and a thin little thong, he kisses down and all around your tummy and thighs, indirectly teasing you, ‘Have to pay you back..”

“Pay ..me?”

He groans, knowing damn well he doesn’t wanna continue unless he asks for your permission, but wont get an answer until he answer your questions, “I been wanting to return the favor…but every fucking time I do we gatta stop and I don’t want you…to think…I don’t know that I’m using you.”

You blink, registering what he’s saying, “Katsuki you are using me.” When his eyes grew wide you started to giggle and shake your head, “Not in a bad way! You’re using me to help yourself. And I love to. I love making you feel good, it was my idea y’know…but I never did it so you can do it back to me. We’re in a relationship not a…deal.”

As much as it made sense Katsuki was just too stubborn (and hard) to accept it, “But…” you lie back, tugging off your panties and spreading your legs for him. His piercing red eyes were wide, stunned at even prettier your pussy looked last time he seen you. He swallowed hard when he noticed your lips already wet, were you playing with yourself earlier? “If you are offering you can, but I want you to do it because you want to not because I owe—-oh!”

Your boyfriend wasted no time holding open your thighs to latch his lips in your pussy. Granted he never done it before, but the weeks of looking at pussy eating videos helped him navigate where to lick and suck.

Sure. He didn’t necessarily owe you, but he sure as hell wanted you to know he loves and appreciate you all the same.

And with the way you were moaning his name, he knew he paid his debt.

[animeyanderelover]

Since you're starting JJK, can you do the sleeping with a yandere ask for Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Nanami, Gojo and characters of your choice?

I’ll be going on a vacation during my holidays so expect little to no updates from me then. Those sleeping habits that are what I imagine those characters to be like, by the way.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, delusion, clinginess, abduction

Sleeping with a Yandere

Itadori Yuji

🩷​Yuji is a walking cuddle bear already if you two aren't sleeping in the same bed because he just can't get enough of his sweetheart. An abduction is never something that Yuji sees himself doing nor do you really so with the so unexpected abduction your relationship falls apart and it breaks Yuji's heart. Maybe some part of his brain can understand why you're as upset as you are right now but considering that he only resorts to an abduction in extreme situations, another part of him is just as stubborn to believe that he has done only something to be able to protect you. It isn't like he plans to imprison you forever after all. His delusions have even made him hope that you'd want to share a bed with him yet he resigns himself to your rejection and prepares a futon for you in another room.

🩷​One of the most obvious problems with Yuji isn't even something that is his own fault. Sukuna has to make some comments from time to time to try to annoy and anger the boy which might happen whilst both of you try to sleep as well. He always slaps the mouth of Sukuna that suddenly appears and apologizes to you slightly embarrassed about the inconvenience. Otherwise Yuji sleeps well, really well. Maybe sometimes a bit too well as you can't help but wonder how you can get him to wake up when you awake in the middle of the night and feel the urgent need to go to the bathroom. It always takes you a minute or two of shaking, light slapping and whispering his name until he wakes up and lets you out of his arms because his grip is too strong for you to free yourself alone. He snores slightly but that isn't the worst, you'd much rather make a fuss about the fact that he tends to drool on you in his sleep.

Fushiguro Megumi

💙​As Megumi's darling you'd do the both of you a favor by being a reassuring individual since the Jujutsu Sorcerer tends to be very easily paranoid. He's had a case of being stressed around people before yet now with your addition to his life, this all becomes just multiple times worse. Ultimately it is this paranoia that drives him to the act of an abduction and similar to Yuji, he partially knows why it would scare you. Yet he has never had problems with justifying questionable actions with his love for you in mind so this won't be any different in this scenario. Why don't you understand that this was all done for your safety?? A strong negative response from your side leads to avoidance as he gives you time, gives himself partially time too to calm himself. Both of you sleep in different rooms during that time, although you know that he still keeps an eye on you.

💙​He doesn't want to show a very strong response when both of you start sharing a bed, it isn't his style. He would be lying though if he would say that he isn't looking forward to it. It's one of the highlights of his entire day where he has to exhaust himself with the antics of his fellow Jujutsu Sorcerers and pressure from the Zenin clan so spending the hours of the night with your warmth close to his body always reminds him that there's still something good left for him, a person who makes all the drama durable. I see him as someone who needs hours to fall asleep simply because there's so much going on in his mind and often it happens that Megumi goes through interactions you had with people that day and start overthinking certain gestures and words you exchanged with them. He isn't someone with a deep sleep either and worst of all is that he tends to wake up a lot at night, his gaze always searching for you every time that happens and if he doesn't see you, he tends to freak out a bit.

Zenin Maki

💚​If her darling is acting like a crybaby after their abduction, there might be signs of very mild annoyance from Maki's side but otherwise she is very patient. She fully understand why you're upset and mad at her, she's aware of what she has done. The aspect of protection dulls potential guilt though as she will always value your safety and life over your own feelings if there is no other way around it. She's so tough and strict but oddly fair at the same time because her cold facade doesn't mean that she just doesn't care at all. She's willing to give you some space and time for yourself as she's sure that you need it and as long as you don't try to escape or are seriously rude, she won't force you into anything. You get your own room with your own bed to sleep in and won't hear much from her for the next few days, although you know that she's still checking on you.

💚​She is looking forward to it but don't expect her to openly admit that. She isn't one to ask you first about this and if you're the one to suggest it first, she will never spot teasing you subtly about it for the rest of your life. She does her best though to suppress the smug grin that wants to appear on her face during the first few nights. She isn't actively cuddling you but you definitely have a problem at hand when she decides to swing an arm around your waist because subconsciously she tightens her grip once she falls asleep and since she has a very superior strength to the average human, you won't get up anytime soon unless you wake her up. She normally is able to sleep quite well but when she's stressed she experiences troubles falling asleep or tends to wake up multiple times at night. Normally she acts all tough and rarely talks to you about her own worries but if you ever witness her having an erratic sleep at night, you always know that there's something that is stressing her out.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾His darling is screwed no matter how you might look at it, especially if they're only a human. Because this man has made it very apparent that he doesn't care for anyone or anything and even you won't be an exception for this. Sukuna has always been a man who takes what he wants and that applies for you just as much. You're an object of his affection and greedy desire, by all means he sees you as his valued possession more than he sees you as a person with feelings and rights. So you can't expect any sympathy from him after your abduction and you'd do your best to not get on his nerves because he can hurt you and he will do so if he feels like it. Sukuna only does what he wants and the only thing you can really do is take it silently in hopes of not angering him but he'd find it cute if you would always show a little bit of fear around him.

🗾​I'm not even sure if he needs any sleep anymore since his times as a human are long over although he has kept his memories from that time so he still remembers that humans need sleep. Although what you need doesn't have to mean by a long shot that he'll just give it to you freely. In fact I totally see him terrorizing your sleep sometimes for the shallow reason of his own sadistic amusement. Other times he only allows you to fall asleep if you let him join you in bed and he'll keep you otherwise awake nights on end until you're too tired to care anymore. You're incredibly dumb for letting him so close to you in your most vulnerable state and the times that he has considered abusing that vulnerability are numerous. Honestly, he's being the ultimate creep by just watching you sleep the entire time, hands roaming over your body to feel what is his but if he's feeling rather relaxed and mellow, he sometimes just buries his face in your neck, closes his eyes and enjoys your scent, your warmth, your heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​Best of luck with Gojo after an abduction, better say goodbye to your privacy and personal boundaries because Gojo? He just doesn't give a single fuck about any of those. No, somehow he grows even more overbearing after you're permanently stuck in the probably biggest house that you've ever been in. Partially just because he feels like he has now his dream of living a peaceful and domestic life with his sweet lover without any stress from higher-ups or anyone objecting to this relationship. Now he can just love you and keep you for himself. It's a very strange and questionable way of fulfilling his dream but he is at a point in his life where he has given up to feel guilty and doesn't care anymore. He's always been the strongest to satisfy his own clan and the higher-ups of the sorcerer world so he deserves someone for himself. Someone for him and him only.

🩵​He's a clingy monster and you should already know this as he has barely kept his hands to himself during the entire time since you've known him and that has only grown worse the stronger his obsession got. There is no question, you are going to sleep with him in one bed from the moment you are imprisoned in your new home with him. He isn't even listening to your protests and complains and you'd better not provoke him unless you want to see him dropping his light-hearted facade. Seeing him asleep disturbs you but not because of his clingy behavior and tight hug he always gives you nor his surprisingly deep sleep but because he looks so terribly vulnerable. White hair covering his eyes, soft breaths escaping his lips and no teasing expression adorning his face. It's even worse when he initially wakes up and blue and sleepy eyes stare at you as he whispers, no, pleads you to never leave him. It breaks your heart a little.

Geto Suguru

🗻​​Suguru has broken your trust severely when you realize what he has been doing all along, abusing your trust and ignorance to his own advantage until you made him your most trusted person and told him all of your thoughts. Now you're here, imprisoned and surrounded by jujutsu sorcerers who share his views. You're a lesser being in here for being a non-sorcerer and you know that secretly most of the people here look down on you but only show some level of respect because you're Geto's precious love or whatever he's feeling for you. No one tells you what's really going on but you are smart enough to understand that those people possess very special powers and that something is always watching you even when you're all by yourself. So you never misbehave, aware what would happen otherwise.

🗻​He isn't over the fact that he's fallen in love with what he hates the most even after an abduction so you are sleeping elsewhere. A tiny room with a futon as if to rub your lesser position in your face but truth be told, he's doing this mainly because he secretly wants your warmth next to him at night. He's just trying to reject his desires as he doesn't want to fall too deeply into his infatuation but it's already too late to turn back and perhaps you're more surprised than anyone when one day he tells you you'll share a bed with him from now on. You even vocalize your confusion but shut up when he throws you a sharp glare, silencing you as he himself doesn't want to answer your question. Vocalizing his needs would only make it harder to brush off as something less after all. Geto doesn't want to show too much affection but subconsciously he always fails as his half-awake form always pulls you closer to his body, always desires to feel your warm body safely held against his own as his long hair tickles your neck and face.

Nanami Kento

💛​Here we have a man who is trying to be his most respectful to you after an abduction that he has been planning for a longer time now after a triggering accident, most likely something regarding his very protective feelings. He isn't scolding you for being scared and even lets you insult him all you want with a frightening calm expression on his face, only really stopping you if you try to escape, hurt him or yourself in which case you see his face flashing in anger and slight frustration as you realize how scary he can be if he chooses to be. He gives you space as much as he can but even then his presence is felt throughout your entire new life as you realize that Nanami apparently enjoys taking care of you to the point where he's being controlling with it. There's a certain schedule to your life now, one that he has prepared specifically for you.

💛​This even includes your bedtime as you have to be at a certain hour in bed and get enough sleep and have to get up at a certain time in the morning. Nanami isn't forcing you to share a bed with him though as he graciously prepares another room for you to stay and sleep in. So it's a decision based on consens after your abduction to sleep with him and he's another case of showing his emotions in a very controlled way whilst being deep down just relieved that the worst phrase of the abduction seems to be over now. His sleeping schedule is just as meticulous though so both of you go to the bed at the same time and stand up in the morning at the same time. Nanami is also another candidate who needs a bit longer until he falls asleep because he's also thinking a lot when he lies in bed and only silence surrounds him. He has always an arm wrapped around you but the grip isn't too tight for you to not be able to free yourself if you should ever feel the need to visit the toilet. He is a bit more of a sensitive sleeper though so try to be quiet if you don't want to wake him up.

[natsredbra]

Might be a bit of a interesting ask, but I love your work and wanted to ask if you could write something for me? And I mean just like your thoughts not a story! I know you’ve got a lot on your plate (I am eagerly awaiting everything you write 🤭) I suffer from sleep paralysis, and it’s honestly been something I have had since I was a child. It’s hard to sleep, and sometimes I actually don’t even want to go to bed because I get anxiety. And if I do have it the next day I feel weak (disoriented) and just exhausted. It doesn’t happen all the time just when I’m stressed or I happen to sleep on my back. But I was wondering (here come the comforting thoughts) I am obsessed with Nat and Lottie , (lCutest humans on earth) and I wanted to know what Nat and Lottie would do to help reader? Specifically reader who is scared and uncomfortable. Tired but doesn’t want to sleep. Whatever thoughts you have! Is 🖋️ taken by any anons per chance?

ohh anon that must be such a bitch to deal with, even if you’re used to it……here are some hcs just for you, i tried to come up with this as soon as possible - also please excuse any inaccuracy since i don’t have experience with sleep paralysis (also i wasn’t sure if you meant lottienat x r so if you did don’t hesitate to tell me!) + you’re welcome to use🖋️!!

Lottie Matthews

This girl is so caring

She knows about your problem and reassures you every night before you go to sleep

Never finds it annoying if you have to do something to ensure it doesn’t happen before bed

Makes sure to remind you to sleep on your side

Even if she wakes up during the night for some water or the bathroom and spots you on your back, she’ll turn you

And try not to wake you up

If it does happen, sometimes she’ll be awake coming back from the toilet and it’s the best deal possible

Because she’s right there to tell you none of it is real and soothe you once you gain your movement back

Trust, she’s had a lot of experience with seeing scary things that aren’t there

Once she finds you doing an all nighter and she’s heavily against it

Will do anything to lull you to sleep

And if she manages to and you have another episode (?), she definitely blames herself

But won’t show it, at that moment she just wants to be there for you

Holds you so so tight for the rest of the night

When she is comforting you, she tries to make you reflect on it and gain more consciousness about your surroundings

Natalie Scatorccio

Nat wings it a bit more

When you tell her about your problem she seems a bit unbothered

Not in a way that she doesn’t care, she just thinks it won’t be difficult do deal with no matter how much you try to tell her otherwise

Once it does happen, she eats her words quickly

She’s freaking the fuck out, not sure of what to do when you start panicking after it’s over

Nat’s just kind of there, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

Contrary to Lottie, she just wants to make you forget about all of it and go back to bed

This girl just wants you to feel better :(

The night after you decide not to sleep and she hates it, she’s on your ass on it entirely

”Babe I’ll be right there with you! You don’t need to worry.”

Says things like that, though it doesn’t hold much weight for you

If you still stay up she’s very worried the next morning and is soft with you the whole day

She knows how exhausted and disoriented you are and is practically your butler for the whole day

[the-froschamethyst4]

Protective

𖤐Pairing: husband! Alex Keller x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, biker! Alex, beginner biker! Reader, married couple, harassment, sexual comments,

𖤐Summary: Alex takes his wife on her first bike ride as a new biker and stopped at a gas station turns into Alex trying not to get arrested

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"Okay, keys?"

"Check."

"Jacket?"

"Check."

"Helmet?"

"Double check."

"Alright we're ready for your first ride, are you ready?" Alex asked his wife Y/n.

Y/n got her bikers permit to be able to ride on her own, she doesn't mind backpacking with Alex but she always wanted to ride on her own.

"Yep, fully ready," she says, she puts her helmet on and looks at her husband who made sure it fitted correctly around her head.

"Alright let's go," he says.

The plan was to just ride around, let Y/n get use to everything. Alex has a solid black Ninja 1100SX and Y/n was sitting on a black and pink Suzuki Hayabusa, both were brand new bikes and both were just getting use to them.

They sat at a red light together as Alex was telling Y/n about turning, even though she knows what to do, he was just reminding her.

"So you remember to lean with the bike?" Alex says.

"Yep, I remember," she says, Alex could hear the smile on her face.

Y/n was very excited to start riding on her own and with her husband next to her to basically protect her.

As they start driving off a dodge challenger looked like it was trying to catch up with Alex and Y/n. Y/n was in front of Alex unaware of the car coming up quickly behind them. Alex could hear the loud and obnoxious exhaust.

Alex turns, one hand on his throttle, and he turns putting his hand up as a "What the fuck are you doing?" The dodge soon zooms passed Alex and Y/n.

"Woah, the hell is his problem?" Y/n asks.

"I don't know, probably thought we were going to race or something," Alex says.

"I need some gas," Y/n announced.

"I could top off," Alex says.

They find a gas station and pulled up to a free pump, Alex was near the outside and Y/n was near the pump, she ends up paying and fills up her tank first.

"I could have paid for you, baby."

"I know, but I wanted to," she says.

Alex hears a loud exhaust and turns his head seeing the same dodge challenger pull into the gas station. Alex's eyes narrowed as the dodge basically circles the gas station.

"That's that same car," Y/n says, tapping the end of the pump on the side of her gas tank and passes the pump to Alex.

"Yeah it is, let's just fill up and head out, okay?"

"Okay, just hope they don't stop."

"I have a feeling they might." And unfortunately Alex was right, the dodge stops behind them and Alex taps the end of the pump on the gas tank.

"I'm gonna go inside for the bathroom," Y/n says.

"Alright," Alex leans on his tank and watches her go inside. He then hears the dodges door slam shut behind him, he peaks down at his mirrors and saw two guys probably around their early twenties came out of the car. One pays for the gas and the passenger sits on the window seal talking to the guy paying but they were eyeing up Alex and the empty pink bike next to him.

"Just pay for gas and go," Alex mumbles.

"Hey, dude! What's your bike?" The passenger pops out of the car.

"Ninja 1100SX," Alex says, sounding annoyed. "Were...were you trying to race us?"

"Oh yeah, I race bikers all the time, guess I win," the driver says.

"Well, we weren't racing, I'm just taking a cruse out with my wife," Alex says.

"Oh yeah, your wife, she's a good biker," the passenger chuckles and bumps the driver.

"Oh yeah, how she fucking laid down on it."

"Why are you talking about my wife like that?" Alex says, getting off his bike and takes his helmet off.

"Because like damn man, she seems fucking hot," the driver says. Alex's hand balled into a fist.

"Alex, come on," Y/n says, walking out with a Dr. Pepper and a Coke.

"Watch what you're fucking say about my wife," Alex says.

"Alex?" He gets back on his bike and puts his helmet back on. He was ready to take off and Y/n starts her bike. The driver walks to Y/n, hand on her shoulder, Y/n jumps and pulls her body back from the strangers touch.

"Dude-" Alex kicks out his kickstand and pushed the guy. "DON'T TOUCH MY WIFE!!" He yells. Y/n moves up next to Alex's bike so she's not in the fight if one starts.

A guy from the other side of the pumps gets between Alex and the twenty-something year old dude. Pushing both away from each other, Y/n puts her kickstand out going to Alex, she slightly starts pushing him back away from the guy.

"DON'T EVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN ABOUT MY WIFE AND DON'T EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON A WOMAN EVER!!" Alex says, he starts walking away and gets on his bike and Y/n gets on hers.

And of course out of nowhere red and blue lights came pulling into the gas station: a Sheriff.

"Fucking great." Alex mumbles.

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The two officers pulled the driver and passenger away to talk alone and the other talks to Alex. Y/n was leaning on her bike waiting for Alex to finish his statement.

He comes back looking pissed and gets his gloves on.

"Alex?"

"Come on, baby, we still have a peaceful ride to finish," he was acting like nothing happened.

"What did the police say?"

"That I'm left off with a warning and so are they," he says, taking off and Y/n behind him.

After leaving the gas station and trying to enjoy the rest of their peaceful ride, the stupid boys came back mocking and taunting Alex and making sexual comments to Y/n once they passed.

"I'LL TAP YOU FROM THE BACK!!"

"LEAVE HIM AND COME HOP ON THIS DICK!!" They drove passed them and Alex leans down chasing after them.

"Alex, stop!" Y/n says in the ear piece but Alex ignored her and stopped next to the dodge at the red light, the tinted window was up and Alex came rolling by knocking their side mirror off and kicking the headlight.

"God dammit, Alex," Y/n says, rolling passed the dodge lane splitting with Alex to the front.

"When the light turns green take off."

As he said that the light turned green and Alex and Y/n took heading to the interstate where they could lose the dodge. Alex could see the dodge far back in his mirror and takes the interstate.

Alex looks up and saw the dodge zoom by on top of the bridge.

"Alex that was so stupid and dangerous."

"I'm sick and tired of those fucking morons if anything I was protecting you."

"I know, I get it, but that was dangerous."

"I get it, let's head home," he says.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[4:26 pm]

You groaned under your breath grabbing the sticky note with the name of your friend from the board as you moved stuck it to the side. Fiance!Mark shot you a look from the corner of his eye as he did the same with a sticky note that had his cousin’s name on it instead.

“Dude! We had that whole table planned out! Why are you moving him?” You asked, the stress and exhaustion very evident in your voice.

“We can’t sit him at this table because there’s no room for his plus one, and he doesn’t get along with this aunt,” Mark replied pointing to a another sticky note that was right beside the now empty space.

You groaned, running a hand down your face before looking back at the notes you had written off to the side. Who had a plus one, people who didn’t get along, people you wanted close to your table, and those you wanted very far away- out of sight. “Bro, how can you sit these two next to each other? Isn’t she coming with her husband who’s her ex?” Mark asked pointing at two sticky notes that had your friend and cousin’s names written on them.

“Shit dude, I forgot,” you sighed, taking your friend and her husband’s sticky notes and sticking them to the side of the board too. By now the side of the board contained more names of people without seating, than people who currently had seats.

Another few minutes went by of you and Mark putting one sticky note down only to remove it a second later because there was some issue with the seating. “Bro,” Mark groaned, “why did we agree to do this again?”

“The planner doesn’t know the intricacies of these relationships like we do, it’s the only thing we have to do for ourselves Mark,” You sighed in defeat. Wedding planning was stressful to say the very least, even with a wedding planner. There was so much to get done, so much to confirm, people to talk to, appointments to make, adjustments that constantly needed to be made. Luckily, your wedding planner was amazing, but there was still so much both you and Mark had to do, not wanting to be passive in planning your own wedding. This seating chart was proving to be the hardest challenge yet, and Mark took 2 weeks to decide if he wanted chicken or beef for his own entree. You told yourself that this was one of the last things you had to have a huge input in. But it stressed you even more to think about the cake tastings coming up next week- no! Focus, on the seating chart!

Johnny walked through the door and stopped before he greeted you both to catch a very cute, candid picture of the two of you doing your planning. He smiled, the two of you were perfect for each other, he was just over to help and be an extra voice of reason. Mark, had told him that the seating chart was driving you both crazy and he’d appreciate if as best man, Johnny would step in and help a little.

He joined the two of you on the floor with your own respective hugs, before he got into helping you plan out seating arrangements. A few tables up front for your immediate families and any plus ones there, the next few tables for the wedding party and their guests. Then it got messy again with all the extended families and extra friends, and that was just people who had already RSVP’d.

“Bro I’m telling you she wouldn’t get along with him, I don’t want to hear her complain all day. She’ll find a way to put a damper on the day,” you whined.

“But dude, they’re like a match made in heaven. They have the same interests, same personalities-” Mark started.

“Think about it dude, do we really like those personalities? No, we don’t. So why would we want two of the same annoying people together to amplify that annoyingness?” You countered.

Johnny eyed you both with a confused look. He knew who you were both talking about, that wasn’t the problem. Maybe he was just overthinking it.

Eventually the two people got seated at the same table next to people who they might like, but would be more suitable. Then it came down to family drama tables. “Mark, dude come on! You know he can’t stand your aunt. Don’t you remember that time we invited them all over for dinner?” You asked.

“Bro, it’s been 5 years. Don’t you think they’d be over it by now?” Mark asked in reply.

“My uncle still talks about the guy that barely hit his bumper 10 years ago every time I see him. No, he’s not over it.”

“We have nowhere else to put her dude!”

“You guys are weird.” Johnny stated suddenly. You both looked in his direction with confused looks that asked for further explanation. “How is it that we’re sitting here planning the seating for your literal wedding and you’re calling each other dude and bro?”

“Are we not supposed to?” You trailed off, clearly confused.

“People who are in love typically call each other cute pet names like honey, love, or babe. Mark calls you the same thing he calls any other friend,” Johnny explained.

“Yeah but does any other friend have a ring like this? Am I marrying just any other friend? No, I’m not.” Mark stated with purpose.

“Dude,” you drawled out, looking at Mark with big eyes and pouting lips. A look that anyone would have assumed came from Mark passionately confessing his love. You pressed a loud kiss to Mark’s cheek, “I love you.”

“Dude,” Mark blushed, “I- uh I love you too.”

“You guys make me sick. Here, I figured this table out,” Johnny huffed pointing at the table of extended family members.

Your eyes wandered over the the names, thinking about how well they’d get along or if there would be any complaints to handle. You turned to Johnny with a smile, “Dude, you did such a good job!”

“Yeah bro, thanks. Why didn’t we think of this before?” Mark wondered out loud.

“Do you both see what I’m talking about, you shouldn’t be calling me the names you call each other. I don’t get you guys,” Johnny paused as he leaned back on the couch.

You held up a hand, “John, if you keep complaining I won’t order the pizza you were promised and you won’t come to the cake tasting.”

His eyes widened as he mimed a zipper over his lips. Mark threw his head back with a laugh, “That’s my fiancée!”

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Saw Skizz on your list of people you write for while going through your request info again so I just had to request something!!

I just know being held in his big beefy arms is like heaven on earth! So maybe some sweet cuddling in bed on a nice warm day?

Love your writing so so so much!! -XB anon ❤️

I love me some beefy arms, just ask my fiancé haha (no but really I will swoon). I've mentioned this in a previous post but this is actually very much influenced by my relationship with my fiancé who is on his last night shift of the week when this is posted. It's a hard time for us both but it's worth it when he gets home. All this to say, if you want to write one of the biggest tips I'd give is to draw from real emotions and experiences. It really helps to give a subtle bit of depth which gives your readers an easier time feeling that emotion themselves!

Working Late

Drabble Contains: Fluff -------------------

This evening has been hard, you knew it was coming but it has still been hard.

Skizz had told you he really wanted to finish his shop and would do so by any means necessary, the problem was that that meant you'd had to spend the evening alone, which was fine. You'd sorted a few bits out around the house, walked the dogs, made sure that everything was in order for the morning. It was all fine.. except for one problem.

The one problem came when it was time for bed, which was that you'd have to go to bed. Alone. You'd hoped you could stay awake until Skizz got home, but that wasn't the case.

Once midnight had hit you were falling asleep on the sofa, which the dogs seemed more annoyed at than you. They liked that spot.

So, begrudgingly, you'd made your way to the bathroom, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and gone to bed.

You'd had a miserable time falling asleep. It was too cold and too quiet without him there. You tried to read, but your eyes couldn't focus on the words. You tried to listen to music, but it just wasn't the vibe. So you'd given up and laid there until you'd eventually fallen asleep.

Until a few moments ago, when you woke up. The room is still as dark as can be, you're still exhausted. Groggily, you reach over to the side table and tap the button on the clock. 3.37am. It's been an hour, maybe a bit more. You're unsure what time your really managed to get to sleep.

It's still cold, you're still alone. Your heart sinks. He probably won't be back tonight. So you pull the duvet closer, attempting to fall back into your slumber.

You can hear your own breaths, the sound of your heart beating. It's just not the same without him here. It's not as easy, doesn't feel as safe.

Yet, slowly your body begins to relax, darkness taking back over. You barely register the sound of the door, the shuffling, or at least you're too far into sleep to be able to react.

A familiar weight moves the mattress, duvet going with it as he takes his usual spot. You make some sort of grumbling noise at being disturbed, but a sigh escapes you as he gets close.

One arm drapes itself over you, then pulls you in. One strong, familiar arm. His voice is sleepy too, muttering "don't you grumble at me it's time for cuddles."

You feel yourself smile, possibly only internally, although it's too dark to know. Not that you could see your face without a mirror anyway.

You shuffle to get more comfy pressed up against him, warming up quickly. Then you shuffle again to stuff some blanket between the two of you to stop the heat. "Just that hot am I?" He giggles, clearly about to drift off. Somehow you find it in you to respond, "don't need heating when I have you." He lets out an amused huff, but like you is too tired to say any more.

The silence is filled with the soft sound of his breathing, plus your cozy and warm now. That's not even to mention how safe you feel being in his arms again, those wonderful arms that are so strong holding you so carefully against him.

With what you're sure is a soft sigh you're able to comfortably drift into a peaceful slumber, dreaming only of Skizz, how much you love him, and the wonderful arms that leave you feeling so safe and secure (and flustered, but it's a calm, peaceful sleep. Sue me.)

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When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so. 

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat. 

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her. 

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom. 

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows. 

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him. 

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank. 

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him. 

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card. 

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground. 

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher. 

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom. 

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room. 

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out. 

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project. 

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms. 

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.” 

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off. 

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids. 

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive. 

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

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♡/♛- Disrespectful [II]

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➸ INTERESTS; -jjk!geto suguru/satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -living within your early twenties, you were working alongside Geto as his protege. As he required extended information on someone who served an important part of his past that he claimed was his enemy, he sends you out to become his personal spy. The only problem was that what the future had in store between you and both men was highly unexpected.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.2.4k, cursing, arguing, romantic tension between two parties, kissing, slight sexual mentions, heated make-out sessions, manipulation mentions.

➸a.i; - i know i know chapter is super short, i'll make it up to u guys i swear im just super tired, next chapter will be way longer!! ily guys.

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♡/♛- Disrespectful [I]

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You sighed as you sat back in your car and buckling your seatbelt as Satoru watched you. Waving at you cheerfully as he kept one hand within his pocket. The dinner had ended thankfully, and, in all honesty, it made you leave with more questions than answers.

He made it more confusing and difficult than anything else, but honestly you couldn't complain about a huge part. A man as powerful as him and having that much to deal with? It was largely obvious why he was so closed off when the topic became personal.

If you weren’t on track and so focused or dedicated towards your mission and the information you needed, he either would’ve caught on or had forgotten. You went through so many loopholes with him you were completely unaware of how much time you two had spent together.

Both of your plates had been empty, and the waitress had refilled both of your drink's countless times. It’s as if you two were fighting, well only you. He had a counter claim for anything that came out of your mouth, unless if it was something personal, which he was trying to get out of you to begin with.

By the time the two of you stepped outside of the restaurant it was very late, you had checked your phone for the first time in hours to read the time.

10:47pm

You gasped harshly walking side by side with him when you read the time, repeating it out loud to him. Remembering you had arrived a little before 7pm to be on the safe side and seeing you've been here nearly 3 hours later had gave you chills. He only looked at the silver watch on his wrist and grinned, saying you should go home.

You cocked a brow at him, asking what about himself. He only remarked he had business to attend late tonight, and he offered to walk you to his car. Honestly, you would’ve applied pressure to find out what it was, but you wasted so much energy trying to do that initially inside the restaurant, so you let it rest.

Now you were driving back to your apartment, completely forgetting you were supposed to check in with Suguru as soon as possible. As you pulled into the parking lot, you only grabbed your purse and parked. Soon walking out and locking your car as you used your keys to lock it.

You entered your apartment with a sigh, removing your heels by the front door exhausted and telling yourself you'd tend to it tomorrow. You went straight to your bathroom, quickly de-robing and tending to your face, removing all of your makeup and jewelry. As you were nearly done washing your face you heard your phone ringing from inside your purse that you had thrown on your bed.

You went into your room and pulled your cellphone out from your purse to see the screen lighting up with 'Annoying Ass Satoru'. You smiled to yourself and answered, placing him on speaker as you walked around your room, finding something more comfortable to wear as you unhooked your bra.

"Hey, did you make it back safely?" You heard his voice ask on the line, you changed into your clothes as you answered him.

"Oh no I just crashed off a cliff and fell into the ocean, but I answered your call." You answered satirically, hearing him chuckle over the phone. You smiled to yourself as you listened to him on the line.

You two spoke for a while, exchanging things back and forth, of course without him throwing sudden hints or flirtatious comments. It made you blush partially, even though you've tried so many times to swallow it down.

You had mentioned it before, he was an attractive man, funny intelligent and classy, and besides it shouldn't be anything you should give in too. You had someone already, although the two of you weren't serious and didn't necessarily claim one another, you had Suguru, right?

His comments and attitude had begun to dig underneath your skin, well at least in a good way. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help what you felt, overall, he seemed to be a good man, which made you question why Suguru held such a grudge against him, but it’s not like you could know anymore.

Soon you two wrapped up your conversations and said your goodbyes and good nights. You placed your phone to charge and fell asleep, forgetting entirely to place an alarm for the next morning regardless of it being Saturday.

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Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you were awoken to the sound of keys rattling outside of your door, before you could even properly get up you heard the doorknob twist and your door creak open.

You quickly got up, thinking quickly and using the water leftover from a large glass by your nightstand. Transforming it into a large liquid like dagger and held it with one hand as you placed your other in front of you, hardening it to ice and prepared to fight.

You heard as the footsteps from outside made their way to your bedroom, realizing them immediately and drawing your hands down and taking a sigh of relief.

“I could’ve killed you” you said, lowering your weapon and placing it back in the glass on the nightstand, now melting the ice back to its original form. Suguru didn’t respond, he didn’t even nod or smile, just glared at you.

“Maybe if you would’ve paid attention to the messages or calls, I was sending you, you would’ve known I was coming.” He responded blatantly, you only rolled your eyes at his cold remarks and made your way to the bathroom, freshening up.

“I left the other phone in the car” you replied, now finishing up and washing your face. Hearing him scoff from outside of the bathroom, you dried your face and made your way back to your room, sitting on your bed as you watched him stand.

“Did you kiss him or fuck him?” He asked you, his arms crossed watching your surprised expression. You sucked your teeth at him and stood up, ashamed he would even mention such a thing.

“Are you fucking crazy? Why would you even ask me such a thing.” You spat at him, now making your way to him and jabbing him in the chest. He quickly swatted your hand away.

“I have every right to ask you such a thing. You haven’t returned my texts or calls since yesterday afternoon after you left me without even saying goodbye. Or are you forgetting you didn’t even check in with me after your little date, you completely forgot about me.” He said harshly, now jabbing you back in your chest.

He couldn’t be serious, doing all of this over a simple mistake is idiotic. He’s made countless mistakes before and has always left it to you to clean up, now he wants to act all perfect.

Please.

"I still barely know my position here. I'm not sure what you want from me or what you expect me to do at this little high school or with Satoru. All you do is ever leave me out in the dark or make me clean up after your messes. I'm so sorry I got caught up doing the work you asked me to." You snarled in response, now slapping his hand off of your chest and making your way back to your bathroom and slamming the door behind you.

You couldn't believe him, the nerves of him. He wasn't here or saying these things out of respect or concern for you, it was all jealousy. Jealous of you spending time with another man other than him, jealous of someone else having your attention.

He was jealous of the fact that out of all people you were spending time with, it was with someone he's envied for so long or has tried for even longer to take him down. You shook your head as you looked at yourself in the mirror, still in the same clothes you had slept in the night before.

You could never truly understand Suguru or what his intentions were for you. You could also never make him do what you wanted or preferred him to do, it was constantly a lose/lose situation. After every argument or disagreement, the two of you shared things would always go his way, his ego would climb while yours would falter.

Surprisingly no matter what you said or did to him he'd constantly find a loophole around it, twisting your words against you. You had heard a term for it, manipulation?

No.

Gaslighting.

Whichever form of manipulation it was you hated every ounce of it, and it would make your skin crawl or your head pound. You muttered to yourself angrily as you could hear Suguru outside of the bathroom arguing with you still, or merely himself, as you had stopped speaking a while ago.

You only opened the door, finding him in the same spot as before. You slowly made your way over to your bed and sat on it, watching him waste his breath. The more he pried, you began to just sit there and go on your phone.

He quickly took note of you ignoring him before taking a deep breath and sighing. Slowly making his way up to you and sitting beside you, reaching his hand over your lower back and placing it over your waist as you stiffened a little.

"M'sorry" he said softly before placing a kiss on the side of your head, the sound ringing through your ear. You gave into it, leaning into him slightly, then resting your head on his shoulder.

Every relationship came with it's benefits and downsides, your relationship with Suguru, if you could even call it that, had it's benefits. He was a gentleman when it came to you from time to time, and he loved children, that part always makes you smile.

But there were times when he made you doubt yourself entirely, like right now. Could one of the reasons why he's so closed off when it comes to work with you is because he doesn't trust you enough to share it?

You sighed as you gave him a side hug, now placing your phone off to the side. He smelled good, he always smelled good, and it never failed to make you smile. Soon the two of you let one another go and you stood up making your way to your fridge.

"I thought we agreed you only come here for emergencies" you stated, looking for something to eat. You looked behind you for a split second to see his expression, he only laid in your bed after removing his shoes.

"You're always going to be an emergency for me" he said without hesitation, you couldn't contain your smile as you heard him. You turned back around to see him comfortable within your bed and you made your way over to him. Without a second thought he grabbed ahold of your wrist and pulled you on top of him.

Within seconds you were now straddling him, laughing alongside him as he grabbed ahold of your waist. The laughter between the two of you soon died down as you quickly got realization of what was happening between the two of you.

The pit of your stomach began to flutter lightly as you tried to get up, but his placement on your waist was firm. He was ensuring you wouldn't go anywhere; he didn't want you to go anywhere. He only sat up slightly and kissed you, to which you kissed him back.

You were quick to place your hands on his shoulders in order to keep your balance, deepening the kiss. As the passion was shared between the two of you, Suguru was quick to break the kiss and remove his hands from your waist, simply to take his shirt off.

Before you could do the same or move any further along with him, your stomach growled. You pouted slightly, covering your face and chuckling out of embarrassment as he laughed. His laugh indicating to you that he had definitely heard your stomach rumble.

"C'mon, I'll take you out to eat. My treat? Back by my place." He said, quick to sit you down as he grabbed his shirt and placed it back over his head. You took the time to admire his figure, his torso and large toned back, a large smile plastered on your face.

"What is it?" He asked, turning around to look at you after he had finished pulling his shirt down. You only shook your head and waved your hands around out of defense.

"Nothing, nothing, I'll go get changed" you stated simply, quick to get up and dig around in your dresser drawers for clothes to wear. You could feel Suguru's eyes on you with every movement you made, making you smile even harder.

Without a second passing by, you thought of Satoru for a moment. You raised a brow to yourself as you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, your clothing and towel now in hand.

Why were you thinking about him at a time like this? That wasn't something that had occurred before and it was strange for it to even happen to begin with. After the small, shared moment you shared with Suguru out of all people in this planet your mind could've brought up it had to be his sworn enemy?

As you disrobed and entered the shower your mind began to wander even farther. The flashes of the quick moment you had just shared with your lover, if you could even call him that, were now replaced with Satoru.

This time you weren't confused or upset with your thoughts but embraced it further to see how far it could lead you.

If he had you straddled on him,

Or if he had kissed you,

Or if he kept his firm hands on your waist,

Maybe if he fucked yo-

You immediately slapped your cheeks with both hands, covering your eyes as you quickly got the image out of your mind. You had definitely thought too far and wandered where you didn't expect to end up. This was bad, very bad, and just like that the simple small clip you had imagined of making love to Satoru Gojo hadn't left your mind for a while.

All of the while Suguru was awaiting you outside of the bathroom to take you out to eat breakfast.

This wasn't just bad

It was horrible.

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☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SPENCER REID X FEM READER

SUMMARY: trying to thank reid for the ride home doesn’t go quite how you expect, neither does the rest of the night. it almost feels like you’re losing your mind…

GENERAL WARNING: mentions of alcohol and alcohol, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses

THIS CHAPTERS CONTAINS: cursing, hang over, asshole reid, kind of boring right now!

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

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chapter 3 : hangover

✎ Your head was pounding when you woke up; you felt as if it would explode. You sat up in bed and held your head for a couple minutes before remembering last night.

It almost felt like he was glued to your side, always there to be an asshole. You groan as you recall all of the events of last night.

Your hands fumble to find your phone to text Liv, making sure she was alright and telling her everything that happened last night. She was incredibly excited to have finally met the infamous neighbor of yours, not remembering much about him, before telling you she was going back to sleep since her headache was unbearable.

Even though you didn’t like him, you wanted to thank him for the ride. Maybe this will smooth things over. You get up and throw your hair into a claw clip, not caring that you were still in your pajamas.

You walk over to his apartment and knock on the door, not knowing how you expect him to react. He answered pretty quickly, dressed and ready for the day, as always.

“What?” His rude answer didn’t phase you, at least not anymore. It used to upset you, of course. But now, you were so used to it that if he said ‘hello’, you would’ve asked what’s wrong.

"I just wanted to thank you for the ride last night. You didn’t have to take me and Liv home, but you did so.. Thanks."

Being nice to him felt very vulnerable; he would almost always respond rudely. This time was no exception.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. You’re welcome.” He quickly responds. A moment of silence is shared among the two of you before anyone says anything.

“Do you need something, or are you just being annoying?”

You roll your eyes, unsure of why you were there anymore.

"No, I just thought I'd thank you and be nice. Remind me to never do that again.” You were incredibly annoyed. Spencer Reid plus a migraine was the worst combination anyone could ask for. He scoffs and quickly shuts his door. You groan again, stomping back into your apartment and slamming the door behind you.

You were mad at yourself for trying to thank him; you felt ridiculous. Even with such a simple thing as thanking him, he’d find a way to be rude.

You lay on your couch, still exhausted from the previous night, and your bed seemed too far away. As you lay, your eyes grow heavier, drifting off back to sleep. Maybe a nap could help ease the frustration.

This would prove to be useless, waking up to loud music blaring from next door.

How ironic, as it was coming from no other than Spencer Reid’s apartment.

The rage in your body seemingly built in an instant as you sat up and stormed out of your apartment, right to his door. You ended up knocking harder than you intended to, but you really didn’t care.

How come he thinks he can blast music, but when I do it, it’s a problem?

It takes a while for the door to swing open. You hear two voices behind the door, yet you don't think anything of it until Spencer opens the door, a blonde woman sitting on the couch behind him.

She started at you from her place on the couch, and you even felt yourself staring back at her, speechless, shocked.

“What do you need?" His voice was soft yet clearly annoyed, probably not wanting to be rude to you in front of his date or whoever this was.

You stammer for a bit, flustered, even a little jealous. You’ve never been so confused; why were you jealous of her? Shouldn’t you feel sorry for her?

“Jesus, (Y/N) spit it out.” His voice cuts through your thoughts, and you look up at him, remembering why you were even here. Seeing the girl made you angrier than you were before.

“Jesus Spencer, turn the damn music down! Bringing home some girl isn’t an excuse to blare your terrible music into everyone else’s apartments.”

He smiled at you, almost teasing in a way. “What, are you jealous?”

“Jealous, of what, her? If she could shed, she would probably be sending an SOS to get away from  you.

With that being said, you turn around and storm home. You didn’t want to hear what other comments he had, and you didn’t know why you were so upset.

The music turned down, but you were still angry. What the hell was wrong with you?

You buried your hands in your head, desperate to forget whatever was happening.

Never have you ever wished so desperately to be able to erase your memories.

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a.n : this is shorter but the next couple chapters are longer! sorry if it’s boring!!! and sorry if i’m a bit more inactive , merry Christmas or happy holidays or happy day idk!

[stevenssacrab]

This Again?

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Summary: You find out the hard way that bottling things up solves nothing and helps no one.

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Mean and toxic Bucky, depressed reader, arguing, miscommunications

Word Count: 1.0k

a/n: I'm totally projecting here, this was very cathartic for me, communication is key my friends, no one can read your mind, speak up! Hope this helps anyone in a similar situation.

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“I’m going to hang out with Sam and Steve; I’ll be back later,” Bucky says, slightly annoyed as he walks out the door; you sigh heavily. It’s the 4th time Bucky has gone out with friends this week. There’s nothing wrong with that, but lately, you’ve been feeling like you’re always the one making all the plans, which you don’t mind doing, but it’s a two-way street; both sides need to be putting in the effort; you’ve already talked with Bucky about this, but it felt like it went nowhere, you voiced what you wanted, and Bucky said “okay,” and that was that. Still, you decided to put a little faith in Bucky and hope he’d take your words to heart.

“It’s okay, we just talked about it; give him time,” you said to yourself, absentmindedly flipping through the TV channels; nothing caught your attention; your mind was preoccupied with the situation, turning off the TV, deciding it was a lost cause.

It's been two weeks since you talked with Bucky about including you more, and it has sadly gone nowhere; you feel as if you're talking to a brick wall, you feel under-appreciated, but worse of all you feel alone, completely abandoned, like you've lost the person you cared about the most, once again Bucky is out with Sam and Steve again, you had hoped by now that Bucky would have made a change. Still, Bucky remains the same; you're staying up, crying quietly, waiting for Bucky to come home; you don't know what you're going to do, but you're not just going to sit back and continue to be treated this way, all these emotions have been building up for months, you've tried to pack it all away hoping the problems would solve themselves, assuming that everything would go back to normal.

You're so deep in thought you don't even hear the front door open, Bucky's voice breaking you from your trance.

"I'm home, Y/N," he calls out to you; you sigh, anticipating the upcoming battle.

"I'm in here," you shout back, wiping your tears away, shifting uncomfortably, nerves eating away at you.

Bucky walks in with an exhale, shedding articles of clothing, unaware of your emotional state.

"How has your night been?" He asks sweetly, back facing you. You let out a weep, and Bucky turns around swiftly, concern written across his features; he crawls across the bed towards you, gently rubbing your arm comfortably; you move away from his touch, and Bucky looks at you, confused.

"Buck, we need to talk,” you say, exhausted; you move to sit directly across from him. Bucky observes you.

“You still-no, it feels like you haven’t put in any effort to include me,” you play with your fingers, avoiding Bucky’s eyes; he sighs and stands up, rolling his eyes, annoyance radiating off him.

“Not this again? Why can’t I go out with my friends? Why do I have to bring you every time?” He grits his teeth, angrily kicking his shoes off.

“Bucky, I’m not asking you to invite me every time, just every once in a while; your friends are my friends, too,” you defend; you pick yourself up and stand in front of Bucky.

“You wanna go out? Fine, let’s go out right now,” he says sharply, reaching for his coat.

“That’s not what I mean, Bucky,” you say bitterly, taking his coat out of his hands.

“I don’t know what you want from me?!” He thunders, throwing his hands in the air. “First, you want me to take you out, and then when I offer to, you don’t want to?!” He booms, running his hands through his hair frustratedly.

“Bucky, I don’t want to ask you to invite me; I want you to come up with it on your own!” You shout back, the argument and tensions escalating.

“Do you even hear yourself?” He yells, pacing back and forth, “If you want to come with me, just do it!”

“I want you to want me there, Buck; I don’t want to invite myself, then it feels like no one actually wants me there,” you cry, voice cracking slightly; you hope Bucky doesn’t pick up on it.

“Want me to want you there? Now you’re telling me what I want?” He says in disbelief, laughing at the absurdity.

“No, I just want my presence to be appreciated; I feel like I’m the only one making plans, like I’m the only one trying,” you cry out, tears running down your cheeks, all the pent-up emotion pouring out of you.

“Y/N, every time I invite you somewhere, and someone does one thing to upset you, you completely shut down! You don’t say anything; you just sit there and make everyone uncomfortable! Why would I want to keep inviting someone who clearly doesn’t want to be there?” Bucky roars. “Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want you there, and that’s why I don’t ask you to come?” He barks.

“You don’t want me there?” You say quietly; time freezes; has he never wanted you there? How long has he felt this way? You stare at Bucky, waiting for an answer, but he says nothing; he stares back at you.

“Y/N, every day something has upset you so much that you just shut everyone out; you don’t talk to me or anyone; you sit in your own misery all alone. How am I supposed to be there for you when you don’t let me in, baby?” He says calmly, slowly stepping closer to you, cautiously pulling you into a hug; you break at the embrace, falling to your knees, sobs ripping from your throat; to keep the peace, you bottle everything up and hope everything will fix itself, without realizing you’ve barricaded yourself in your own tower of isolation and heartache, completely locking out everyone who’s ever cared for you.

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you whimper out, gripping Bucky’s arms as if your life depended on it. Bucky softly shushes you, gently rocking you back and forth, caressing your head as you let out all the suppressed emotion.

“It’s okay, baby, I gotcha,” he says gently.

[holyblonded]

Hi admin , I have some questions.

Has estrella ever fallen on the bench after a long and tiring game when she is subbed off ?

And what does estrella make of Alexia's nickname " la reina " ?

— estrella has absolutely fallen asleep on the bench before. multiple times. it’s basically a running joke at this point.

— if she’s had a particularly exhausting game and gets subbed off, the moment she sits down, her body just shuts down.

— it starts with her leaning back, arms crossed, head tilting to the side. within minutes, she’s out.

— the physios and staff keep a fluffy blanket on hand because they know it’s coming.

— the cameras always catch her, too. it’s been turned into a million memes and people on social media loves.

— “bro thinks she’s at home taking a nap 💀”

— one time, she actually started snoring, and lucy recorded it for blackmail purposes.

— “wake up, estrella, you’re on live tv.”

— “m’just resting my eyes…” immediately slumps over again.

— the worst was when a match went to extra time, and she had been asleep for a good fifteen minutes before someone shook her awake.

— “we might need you back in.”

— “huh? what year is it?”

— alexia absolutely ates it because she swears it makes estrella look (even more) unserious.

— “you can sleep when we get back. you’re making us look bad.”

— “that sounds like a you problem.”

— speaking of the devil, estrella finds alexia’s nickname hilarious. she loves bringing it up just to annoy alexia. “yes, your majesty, your highness, oh great one—”

— alexia immediately shuts her down with a glare. “say one more word.”

— estrella just grins and keeps going. “shall i bow before you, mi reina?”

— alexia absolutely hates it when estrella does this, but olga finds it so funny.

— “technically, estrella, if she’s la reina, that makes you the princesa.”

— estrella fake gags. “ew. i’d rather be a court jester.”

— despite all the teasing, estrella does respect the nickname. she knows what alexia means to barça. but that doesn’t mean she won’t abuse it for fun.

— one time, estrella was asked in an interview about playing under la reina.

— “she’s a great leader. very inspiring. very majestic. truly regal.”

— alexia could not roll her eyes harder.

— estrella definitely made the team start calling her “princesa” for a week just to be annoying.

[louisthemanyouare]

Who’s Gonna Be The First

Summary:: for as long as both can remember, Louis and Y/N never got along. Working along side the boys as a personal stylist was a problem at times. While doing an interview, Louis slips up and mentions Y\N which causes the internet to roar to life with news and articles. Making you second guess everything.

Warnings:: swearing, verbal abuse, little physical abuse, lots of fluff, Louis being cute after being mean,

Take this as a warning or not but Liam is in this story a little. RIP Payno🕊️

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“Louis would you hold still!”

You were just about fed up with the older band member. It was already 5:26 in the early morning and they had an interview at 6am. You had been trying to work on Louis for the past hour, between the dancing, the not sitting still or the small snide comments he would make towards you. Well let’s just say everyone could hear the yelling at this point. “If you can’t work on me like this Y/N, maybe it’s the wrong industry for you.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t behave like a 5 year old, we wouldn’t be having these issues!”

Comment after comment was being thrown back and forth. Two cups of teas that were once hot now sat cold and untouched. You were contemplating on just risking it all and pouring the beverage all over the musician.

Though in that moment Liam walked into the dressing room. He sent you an apologetic look, knowing you would never get a sorry from the lad who is currently sitting in front of you. With the last finishing touches, you let out an exhausted sigh and stepped away. “We’re done here.” You watch as Louis jumped up and walked out the room with a bounce in he’s step.

He knew full well how to push your buttons, especially at this time in the early morning. More importantly without any caffeine. “I’m sorry Y/N.. please don’t take Louis seriously-“ Liam started to say but you cut him off by putting a hand up.

“I don’t take him seriously Liam. I take it personally. Why me? I knew I was walking into a can of worms when getting this job, this though is too much.. from day one, all the jabs of what I wear, joking about my job. He demanded I don’t work on him. Pranks are meant to be a playful joke but I can’t help but think he’s side has malice. So no Liam, no apology is going to fix this.”

You walked out, leaving a shell shocked Liam standing in the middle of the dressing room. If you were to be here all day, you’ll be needing food and lots of coffee. With a large latte in one hand and a muffin in the other, you made your way back into the now empty dressing room.

You had just taken a sip from your drink when the door cracked opened the slightest. “Liam seriously I’m not in the mood to talk about this any longer. He’s your friend, not mine. He’s been an arsehole to me from day one and that will never change.”

“Well that’s interesting love, it really is.. though don’t mind me just in here to grab my phone that I left behind. Thanks for the delightful feedback and a very fuck you too.” You spin around to see Louis standing now in the room about 3feet away from you, phone in hand and a very pissed off expression.

“I thought you were Liam-“ he angrily cut you off.

“Sorry to disappoint. Hang on I’ll grab the lad and you can continue talking behind me fucking back. The fact you’ve still got this job is completely astonishing to me. Everything about you is fucking annoying.” That’s when you felt something inside you just snap. Without much of a second thought, you lunged forward and smacked the smirk right off the man in front of you.

Silence filled the room. The hand print becoming more noticeable as the seconds ticked by. No amount of make up is going to cover the mark you’ve left. With shaking hands you step forward to try and fix the damage. Louis surprisingly stood still, in fact he hasn’t stopped looking at you in shock.

“Louis I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean that. I can fix it.” You knew that was an empty promise. There wasn’t enough time and it was looking more red than before. Louis finally snapped out of it and watched as you raised a hand to lightly touch he’s burning cheek. Dropping your hand, you go to turn around to grab some make up but stop at the feel of a hand grabbing your arm.

“Louis what ar-“ his lips found yours. It was soft and barely considered a kiss at first but then he started pushing his body into yours, kissing you harder. Both of you back up into the nearest wall. Minutes must of went by because by the time he pulled away, you were breathing heavily. The air building back up into both your lunges.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Louis smirking down at you. You were unsure why he’s got that sparkle of mischief in his eyes, though it couldn’t be anything good you thought. “Your lips match the colour of my cheek now.” Wait what??

You push past Louis to look at yourself in the mirror and he was in fact correct. Your hair was messy, lips swollen and red and eyes glassed over. All that was done by a kiss. A kiss from Louis Tomlinson.

By the time you had turned back to face him again he was no longer in the room. You don’t know why there was a bit of disappointment, or the fact you felt tears build up in the corner of your eyes. It meant nothing, it was just a kiss in the heat of the moment.

The interview had started, just like everyone else from set you stood to the side of the stage and watched the 5 boys squeeze themselves on a couch that looked too small for 5 grown lads.

“So boys, we all want to know about this new album four, great album may I say. I gotta ask this question, was there a special muse for the making of these songs?” You stood on the sidelines, still tasting Louis on your lips.

“Yeah great songs, it was kinda a joint collaboration really.. we all put in our own inputs and experiences. I won’t go into detail but yeah usually there is a muse, though sometimes there isn’t.” You watched Louis answer most questions, the other boys joining in when they wanted to.

“Is there a special muse for you Louis?” The interviewer leaned forward, more intrigued for an answer. Louis just nervously laughs and looks over towards the camera then over to where you stood, though you knew he couldn’t see you from this distance, it didn’t stop your heart from racing.

“Oh that’s sneaky, I ain’t answering that question“ Louis laughs it off and relaxes back in the couch, thinking he got away without a single slip up. Though the interviewer had just started.

15 minutes and the interview was starting to wrap up. You could tell the boys were getting restless, they were changing positions often and Louis wasn’t answering questions or hardly talking at this point. “Alright we’re almost finished here boys. One last question, fans have started a ship within your tour group. Niall you seem really close to Y/N the hair and make up artist. Should we expect a blossoming romance here?”

From the distance off stage you see the chaos unfold, Niall getting red in the face and making a little harmless joke “maybe.. who knows what can happen.” Louis was sitting there, fists clenching, face going red with jealousy.

“Y/N is my muse.” Louis spat out. They all went quiet.

The interviewer was shocked but quickly got over the shock and started grinning wide like the Cheshire cat at the boys. “Little band rivalry here I feel.” That was the wrong thing for him to say. Everyone watches Louis jump up from the couch, ripping the microphone from he’s shirt and throwing it on the floor. “There’s no rivalry. We’re done here.” Louis then proceeds to walk off the stage, the boys following him quickly after.

You were at a loss. Do you go find Louis after just hearing him confess those feelings or do you give the guy space to calm down. Without much thought, your body was already walking you towards the emergency door that you saw Louis exit from. There he sat on the roof, feet dangling off the edge. “Louis?” You whisper softly, hoping he wouldn’t push you away.

You hear a deep breath leave him and see his body tense up. The cigarette in his left hand was lit and resting on his thigh. “Please Y/N just leave me alone.” You didn’t listen to him. Instead you took a seat beside him. For minutes neither of you said a word.

“The kiss and what you said in that interview… Louis did that mean anything? Please tell me and if it didn’t mean anything, then I’ll do what you wanted. I’ll leave.” With the loud beating of your heart, you wait for any indication from Louis. You turn your head to look at him to see he was already looking at you.

“You’ve always meant something to me Y/N. I just kept you at arms length because I didn’t want this lifestyle to destroy you. I’m sorry for being an arse to you for these couple of years.” You watch him reach for your hand, threading your fingers together. You both stayed there not saying a word, just enjoying the view while holding hands.

The moment was ruined though when the emergency door opened and all 4 boys stepped out “so is it official yet?” Niall asked you two. “You two better be together, the sexual tension was getting to a whole new level, everyone was over the arguments and the bickering.” Harry said next.

Both you and Louis were at a loss for words. “Wait you guys knew how I felt?” Louis stood up off the edge, he helped you stand up shortly after. The 4 boys continued grinning at you both. “Come on mate, you weren’t exactly subtle about it Lou.” Zayn said.

“We had a bet going who was gonna be the first to make a move. We just had to give you both a little nudge. Glad to see our plan worked. Harry you owe me 20” Niall said while pointing at Louis’s hand still clasped in yours. The 6 of you walked back inside, the boys laughing ahead about something and Louis and you walking not far behind them.

“Wait before we go” you watch Louis stop the both of you, the boys continue to walk ahead. Louis grabs hold of your hands and gives them a small squeeze. “I really like you and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to admit it. after everything I’ve said and done I’ll understand why you say no to this question but I’m still going to try. Y/N let me take you out for dinner?” You couldn’t stop the bright smile from spreading across your face, you step up and place a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

With a small giddy sigh, you whispered out an answer you never saw yourself saying.

“I’d love that Louis.”

[definitelyisd1ce]

“It’s always been you.”

K. Baji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Being somewhat affiliated with gang because you like one of its members; leaves you feeling strung along. Although, if it all fells, it’ll end well. Right?

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; unestablished relationship(s) , light angst to fluff and comfort, sweet nothings and sweet sorrows! ——— very much SFW!

As always, A/N! : My content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion. I’m not holding your hand.

WC; 2.3K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

7:32pm.

The sun had cast a bright orange-yellow through the sheer white curtains of your bay windows, praising its rays on you as you decided it was time to crash in for the night. It was Friday, so there was nowhere to go. All your homework and upcoming assignments had been done, so you were basically just… here.

You settle in your bed with a book, letting the sun set in on you, and watching you read the book (it's more like reading the words and not retaining the information).

You needed help figuring out why you weren't interested in the book. It fits your taste; it was on your "To read!' list, so what was the problem? Unbeknownst to you, the deep-rooted desire to text your situationship was brewing, and it annoyed you.

You tossed the book to your side and picked up your phone, looking at the time and date on the home screen, though there was no notification from the guy you were looking for.

Keisuke.

You didn't like to accept the fact that he ghosted you every now and again, mainly because he always dragged his sorry ass to see you before anything was said and done. You still couldn't hold that over his head because he had a gang, family, mom, and school to cater to.

He wasn't your boyfriend, and you weren't his girlfriend; at least, that's what it comes out to be after you do the mental gymnastics.

You laid your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling, the ridges in it doing imaginary dances to entertain your brain and distract you from the impending silence. Eventually, your eyes grew shrouded, and you fell asleep.

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2:43am.

The light taps of rocks hitting your window roused you awake and caused you to sit up and glance at your phone.

The time read 2:43, and the day was a new day. The only thing different was a couple of missed notifications: various calls and text messages, Instagram, TikTok, etc. But the one that stuck out to you was from your ravenette.

3 new messages and 2 missed calls from 'Baji <3."

It was weird; you didn't even know you had fallen asleep, exhausted and missing everything lively before the world went quiet.

You were pulled out of your stirring thoughts by another pebble thrown at your window, forcing you to pull yourself out of your bed and head to the window. You pulled the curtain back a little, only giving you a view of the ground below it without being seen, and there he was.

Baji, standing in his toman uniform and leaning against his motorcycle, tossed another pebble in his hand, almost nearing to look like he was about to throw it before he glanced at you and put his hand down.

You drew the curtain back and made a questioning face at him, which only caused him to throw his hand up, insinuating for you to open the window.

You grabbed the crank of the middle bay window, the biggest of the three, and turned it until it was open enough to talk with him.

"What are you doing here?!" You whispered-yelled to the boy below you, who only displayed a shit-faced smirk as he saw you.

You were wearing a fitting tank top, nylon shorts, and a bright pink bonnet—a scene that was way too familiar for Baji. It brought him clarity as he saw that, for the first time in a couple of days, you were facing bright even though your expression was dark as you looked at him quizzically.

"I just wanted to see you. I thought you were with Hina or Emma for a while. You really are a heavy sleeper," he answered, kicking the gravel as he chuckled out his response. His hair was in his all-knowing fighting-style ponytail, blood that may or may not be his, and a snark attitude just for you at this unearthing hour.

You rubbed your eyes and fetched your glasses to get a better look at him. Once you returned, you leaned on your window sill and spoke.

"Yeah, well.. when you have basically nothing to look forward to, what's the point of sleeping light?" you asked, head propped up in your palm.

Baji stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at you with a slight tilt to his head, a light pout to his lips. He looked around, trying to find an answer to lighten the mood.

The streets were empty, with the occasional car passing through. People were either on their way or coming back home from work. Bright orange streetlights shadowed the midnight sky, giving Baji a talking point.

"You normally never miss my calls; if you do, you call me straight back. What up with you, babydoll?" he asked honestly, wanting to understand the scarcity of your two moments.

This sent a countdown in your brain, counting the seconds you were about to have a meltdown or self-implode. What's up with you? More like, what the hell is up with him? Who just randomly ghosts people you claim to be infatuated with? But you digressed.

"What's up with me? Nothing is up with me, Keisuke. It's you. I should be asking that question, considering you act like you don't know what phone or a response is." You answered in a quiet yet tired tone, still putting heavy emphasis on his name.

Being woken up from her sleep was warranted, though her calling him by his name caught him off guard.

You could see the look on his face after you called him his name and not his last name or a pet name, slight appalment, and the look of being taken aback. He couldn't lie; it hurt a little, but his pride was too big to show it.

"First name basis, huh…" he muttered back before standing back up straight and opening his mouth to speak again. "I understand. But can you put off being mad at me for a tad bit longer? We can talk it out, yeah?" he asked, feather-light pleading and a somewhat sincere smile on his face.

"And what makes you think I want to do that?" you asked back, deadpan and with a smirk of sarcasm.

Baji looked back at his motorcycle and then back up at you, clicking his teeth as he insinuated a joyride on it.

“Uhn uhn.. uhn uhnnnnn Baji, no. It's too late, and my mom would kill me if she found out I left to go on a joyride. Especially with you." You gritted through your retainer-ridden teeth.

His bike, Ol' Alessia, was almost as old as Baji. You looked at his bike just about two or three feet from behind him, the memories of your shared laughs, your tears, his sweat and blood, and long conversations flooding your senses.

"Come on, I won't keep you out long—just long enough to fill in the missing time." He begged, a slight smirk on his face, his mischief fang, as you like to call it, on display.

After some thought, you caved and rolled your eyes, strolling to your already shut bedroom door and locking it. A slight prayer to hope for an easy in and out slipped past your lips as you put on your robe and house slippers and came back to the window.

"20 minutes?"

"20 minutes."

You sighed once more and climbed out the window, using the tree next to it as your way down. Once you got on your feet, you avoided Baji and went straight to his bike, putting on the helmet he kept for you.

He got on the bike, pulled it out of its idle stance, and revved it to warm it up. You got on right behind him, your body immediately going to backpack him as he pushed off and started to ride down the street.

The light breeze brought a sense of security that you haven't felt since you've last been with Keisuke. You used to reflect on your non-situation-relationship with him in times like these. Sometimes, he'd be with and around you like a lovesick puppy; others, he'd go with so much without a slight acknowledgment toward you.

You laid your cheek on his back as he made precise turns in your neighborhood, fighting the urge to break the stiff silence between you both. He found you being deep in thought cute, but since it was he who was on your mind, he had stirred the conclusion that it was probably a bad thing.

"I'll give ya a penny for that thought.." he spoke up a while after a mindless 7-8 minutes.

"You can keep your penny. I'm just thinkin'," you responded, perching your chin on his shoulder.

"About?"

"You, me, something I'd normally call us," you mumbled, paying attention to orange-hued streetlights. "It doesn't really feel like it's been that recently, y'know?" you urged.

Rueful silence racked through the air as your question surfaced, and Baji's hand was forced to speed the bike up a little.

"Yeah.. but you know I have good reasons, right?" he wondered, also wanting to see where you stood in understanding.

"No, Kei, I don't." you started, leaning up to sit up straight, "I don't know that you do because you don't communicate that."

He hung his head a little, sucking in his bottom lip. He knew he wasn't (and still isn't) the best at communicating. He wholeheartedly felt awful after Mitsuya and Chifuyu dogged him about it.

He guessed being together and not committed drew a fine line between his girl and his gang. He was together with you, but committed to his gang; thus causing a painful realization. After that brief realization, he got slightly startled out by feeling your hand creep up to his and guide Alessia back onto the road.

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you a lot more than I give you, huh?" he asked, feeling the hell-ridden embarrassment creep up his neck and rest on his cheeks.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so. I mean, for god's sake, Kei. I know we aren't in a relationship, but you can at least have some decency and acknowledge that you treat me more than just somebody. You and I have both admitted that." She ranted, pausing occasionally to push down the urge to cry.

"I don't ask for so much as a 'why, what are you doing, run this by me'… just something. Don't even let me get started because it makes me feel like I'm talking in circles, then I'm wasting my brea-"

"Hey! Hey! It's alright. I hear you." He cut you off, looking over his shoulder at you.

You bit your bottom lip, sniffling a little as you finally caught wind of your word vomit. You shook your head, not knowing what more to say. The silence was filling the space you two as he turned back onto your street, the light cruise bringing you back to a level head.

"Look, it's always and has been about you. I just need to work some things out before I can officially say I'm all yours, yeah?" he murmured, pulling up back under your window.

As much as you wanted to scream and hit him and tell him it was not fair, you understood he wanted to go through the troubles to get rid of them before being with you. And for that, you had to commend him.

"Okay, Baji. I guess I can't argue with that." You answered, taking off your helmet and getting off the bike.

It had been exactly 17 minutes since you left, and you still had 3 minutes to return to your window. Baji had gotten off his bike and came for a hug, wrapping his arms around your neck and bending down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm sorry, ma. I am immensely sorry for not making you feel like a priority, not holding myself up to a higher standard, and leaving you in the mud. It's not so manly and Toman code of me." He spoke, etching his apology into your forehead.

You grinned a little at his formality and apology, hugging him back. You pulled back, looking at his pale brown hue, smooshing his cheeks in your hand.

"I understand. I'll forgive you when I see you change and hold yourself up to what you say. But as for now, come on. I'm not letting you drive back home this late," you confided, motioning for him to help you into the window.

He nodded, boosting you into the open pane, allowing you to climb in and make sure everything was in order. Baji turned off his motorcycle and climbed into your window himself. He looked around, feeling the sense of familiarity creep up on him.

"Hey, while you stand there, close the window." You whispered,-demanded, already back into your tanktop and shorts.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he shut your room off from the outside world, removed his uniform, changed into basketball shorts and socks, and prepared to climb into bed with you.

He followed suit, climbing back into your plush sheets, big-spooning you to give you a tinge of protectiveness. You curled up into his caged arms; his faint cologne that wafted on his wrists seeped into your nose and started to lull you into brief, deep sleep. At least not before you got your final words out for the night.

"Kei?"

He grunted politely.

"Just promise me you won't keep me waiting."

"I won't keep you waiting, n/n. I promise. I want nothing but you. I want your past, your present, and your future." He answered, holding you tight and secure.

You smiled, keeping his promise close to you as he kissed the crown of your head.

And with that, you fell asleep.

silly little a/n!🤭: hey guys! second fic, how we feeling about it? Keisuke Baji is my man so there DEFINITELY will be a lot of fics about him as i write more. Feel free to drop suggestions. i’m open to just about any fandom i’m familiar with. as always, im open feedback and critiques! (though do be nice.). and as per usual; divider by @benkeibear:). reposts are highly appreciated ;).

[hey-august]

If you are still doing the prompts, reader saying prompt nr 2 to Buggy because we already saw him crawl in the show and yanno. Yannnoooo…..

(Also I know using chop chop powers in this specific way may not be everyone’s piece of cake but if the idea of him and reader in a consensual scene with him only having parts of his arms and legs instead of all of his limbs to move over to reader also does anything for you…. WELL. I mean WELLLLLL)

Gif from monikanarnia

WELLLLLLLL, ANON 🤭 This got WAY out of hand. Not very smutty, it's more about the vibes here.

Prompt: “Crawl to me.” Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, buggy discovers he might have a humiliation kink 🤡 Word count: ~1.3k

That drunk moron. It’s infuriating, honestly. There are parts everywhere, like the aftermath of a dog who got too ferocious with a stuffed toy. In this case, it was a pirate who got too deep into a bottle of rum. You woke up to a solo hand resting on Buggy’s side of the bed. Hoping that the rest of his body was on the floor or at least safely nearby, you got up and promptly tripped over a forearm. Just a forearm. And that was the sign - Buggy literally lost control of himself.

The rest of your morning was spent on a fucked up treasure hunt. Flesh and body parts strewn across the ship, meekly waiting for someone to find them. A few choice parts you opted to leave where they were, because fuck him. Buggy’s torso, found in a hallway and all in one chunk, was too heavy for you to carry. His head was in the kitchen and pissed you off with the peaceful sleepy expression it had. His feet were waiting outside a bathroom and they could stay there for all you cared. You also left behind the hand still clutching an empty rum bottle. Everything else you found either on your own or in a pile that the crew put together. You toted the pieces back to the bedroom to keep safe. Safe.

You just finished locking up the last dresser drawer with a satisfying ‘click’ when shouting signaled the captain’s arrival. His voice oscillated between shrill and hoarse, a symptom of a likely hangover. As Buggy got closer, you could pull out pieces of what he was griping about. In between usual orders for the crew were demands and queries about where he was and wasn’t. You knew they would point him in your direction, so you leaned against the dresser and waited.

The hand you left on the bed perked up at the sound of knocking. It zoomed over and opened the door to rejoin it’s owner. In toddled Buggy. You thought that you’d feel better after seeing him, but the unreadable expression on his face ticked you off. It’s like he couldn’t decide if he was happy to see you or annoyed about the absence of his body. The thin tight lipped smile held under his smeared face paint flickered into a frown more than once as you stared at each other.

After a moment, you crossed your arms tauntingly. Buggy shuffled into the room further and flicked his hand to close the door. He wasn’t graceful.

“Really? You left me like this?” Buggy’s question finally pulled forward the smirk you tried to tamper down.

You pointedly looked at him up and down (not that there was much to look at right now) before answering. “What’s wrong?” 

“What the FUCK am I supposed to do without arms or legs?” Buggy shouted as he wiggled the hands attached to his shoulders and stamped the feet his torso sat on.

“Hm, that sounds like a you problem. I was just cleaning up the mess you left,” you said coldly. 

“Babe, the mess is ME. Of course it’s a me problem, it’s my body,” he sneered. “Give it back, I know you have me locked up like some fucking hostage.”

“Like your audiences?”

This wasn’t working. Buggy needed to try something different. Honey, instead of vinegar. All he wanted was to reassemble so he could fall apart in bed. He was exhausted and it’s hard to sleep when parts of himself are just out of reach. It’s like voices in his head that he can’t turn off. You were mad, obviously. And what should a good partner do when someone’s mad? Listen. Lucky for him, he still had ears.

“Sweetie, sweets, dearest,” the performer cooed with an apologetic smile as wiggled forwards a few inches. “You’re upset with me, I get. What can I do to make it up to you?”

You allowed yourself time to roll through your thoughts. There was a lot you could ask for - gold, treasures, a date, fancy food, new clothes. One idea called out to you, a wicked little sound that stuck in your head like sludge.

“Crawl.” The air in the room stilled. The atmosphere shifted, pressing down on you both. The weight pulled Buggy’s smile down into a disgusted scowl.

“Say again?”

“I want you to crawl to me. Then you can have your things back.” You said the request as if it was the simplest thing to do. As if he had enough body parts to crawl with.

“C’mon, baby, I’m not gonna-”

“Then you’re not gonna get shit. Crawl, Captain.” 

The sharp tone in your demand stirred something deep inside Buggy. A depraved perversion that had been waiting for a moment to shine woke up ready to play. His cheeks flushed as the pounding in his chest shifted from hot anger to burning desire under your unrelenting stare. With a click of his tongue, the pirate stared at the ground and wondered how to start.

You watched as Buggy lowered himself horizontally to the ground through a controlled topple, stopping short of smashing his nose on the wooden floor. Fingertips and tiptoes held him aloft - just barely. Strands of hair that escaped his bandana dusted the wood floor as he hovered, steadying himself before making another move. Craning his neck, ocean eyes sought yours to ask if this was enough. An emotionless stare said it wasn’t. Keep going.

A dramatic sigh wafted across the floor as Buggy began inching his way towards you, moving at a pace that his stiff hands and feet set. It was slow progress and you followed every bit of it. There were a few moments you thought he’d give up. Moments where he’d pause to give his aching fingers a rest. Stopping to look and see how far away you were, both physically and emotionally. If it wasn’t for the embarrassed erection throbbing underneath him, Buggy probably would have tried harder to talk his way out of this.

He felt ashamed, embarrassed, and so fucking turned on - which only added to the humiliation. Part of him wanted you to say he had done enough and could stop. But a hornier voice told Buggy to keep going, to see what would happen. Finally, he was close enough. He had huffed and panted his way across the room, fingertips and cock throbbing through most of the awkward journey.

You looked down at the small man at your feet, waiting for him to make the next move. After a brief respite, Buggy rightened his body, relying on his Devil Fruit ability to make up for the lack of limbs. Once vertical, Buggy turned his face towards yours. You would have thought the hot red blush was the result of physical exertion after a night of drinking, if it wasn’t for the blown out pupils and the way he licked his lips.

“Are you turned on? Did that fucking turn you on?” you asked in disbelief. His narrowing eyes the only answer he’d give.

“C-can I have my body back?” A slight quiver slipped out with the request.

With rolling eyes, you released the pirate’s body parts from their wood prisons. Buggy quickly reassembled himself with a flurry of movement. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before darting away in shame. The knot in his stomach tightened, pulling his cock in an aggressive twitch.

“You still mad at me?” Buggy mumbled. You didn’t miss the uplift intonation hidden under the question.

“Why? Do you want me to tell you how to make it up to me?”

Buggy’s eyes widened at the prospect and the blush on his face spread to his ears. The answer tasted uncomfortable. A little bitter, but he liked it. Still, he was reluctant to admit to this craving.

Reading into his hesitation, you grabbed Buggy’s chin and pulled his face to meet yours. “Tell me, Buggy.”

You broke through the weak barrier he pretended to hide behind. Buggy’s hands wrapped around your forearm, wanting to stay in this position. To keep this dynamic. His face softened and he nodded vigorously against your hold.

(prompt list)

[bayetea]

3 and 4 for the ask thing? 👀

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

the most recent one I've seen was a luke fan who genuinely thinks thalia should have joined him in ttc and called her cruel and heartless and a bitch for what she did on mount tam 💀 see I consider myself a Luke Understander™ but I have such distaste for the two extremes of the fandom that are So Bad at nuanced interpretations of his character (basically the dichotomy of "luke did nothing wrong" vs. "luke was truly deeply evil and also gross towards children"). like I really appreciate what luke adds to the story and I think he's one of rick's best written characters but my god luke fans who hate on thalia gross me out :| why would thalia join him after he endangered annabeth. why would she slay the ophiotaurus when she's aware that she can't handle the power. why would she join luke and inevitably doom herself to being the vessel for kronos in his place???? anyways...

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I blocked one of the bigger valgrace posters because I'm sooo over their calypso hate. there's such a misogynistic undertone to the way they talk about her + the way they engage with the lost trio. in general I kinda think that side of the fandom has an unexamined misogyny problem - the usual fandom thing of sidelining women and girls in favor of men and m/m dynamics, and/or having higher behavioral/character writing standards for girls than they do for boys

(note: this shouldn't need to be clarified but I don't hate valgrace lol and this is not the only corner of the fandom that I think has a distinct misogyny problem. pls do not extrapolate meanings from this post that are not present, i.e. "so liking mlm is sexist?" "so you're saying ALL valgrace fans are misogynists?" because that's a very very silly takeaway from what I said and I'm not gonna argue with you 🙏)

this is sadly one of the reasons why you don't see me doing too much tlh trio posting on my own time (even though I adore them as a unit and as individuals) because I just hesitate to engage with that :/ same goes for other popular characters or ships or dynamics that I enjoy i.e. my ao3 is full of percabeth but I don't like engaging with the fandom much 💀 it's too big and so there's naturally just a higher proportion of people who are Weird and/or Annoying. the person I blocked before this was a loud percabeth stan + rachel hater because girl if you don't leave that wonderful redhead alone I stg

in general tho I tend to block people for posting a lot of character/ship hate regardless of whether or not I like/dislike said characters or ships (and I do mean hate, not evenhanded crit). everyone has their right to do whatever they want on their own blog but it's just exhausting for me to see so much negativity. I would definitely never follow someone that posts a lot of hate like that. especially woman haters 😐 because people don't know how to talk about their dislike of a woman (fictional or otherwise) without falling back on gross misogynistic language smh

(from this ask meme - feel free to ask/reblog!)