#Lovesick girls wallpaper

[leviathiane]

was looking for a list of common names of insects and ended up on the entomological society of america-- which has a massive spreadsheet of exactly that as an xsxl. i put it into a google spreadsheet.

currently crrying over the breadth of perfectly organized insect information. this is beautiful. i am looking at an angel. to me.

[anton-luvr]

hello love, hope u are having a good day ^^

what are you thoughts about boyfriend!anton?

# HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ; ANTON edition.

⚝ bf!anton x gn!reader | fluff | bf au ⚝ note ; im honestly really mentally exhausted... but don't worry! i'll be fine when i go to sleep after this :) ty for asking and requesting anon, i hope u like this!

anton is not like other boys!!!

he's never trying to be cool or manly

he's confident and happy with himself

also the most mature and sweetest guy you've ever met

so talented too!!!!

literally impossible for you to not fall head over heels for him

he's such a sentimental person :(

wants to keep a little memento from each date

and he will keep literally anything

receipts from dinner with you, movie tickets from watching barbie together, a pressed flower from a walk in the park with you

also keeps all the letters and notes you write for him in a special box in his desk's drawer

it always makes him giggle like a lovesick little boy whenever he goes through them (which happens almost every two days)

he is also a quiet lover!!!

not the type to do dramatic and public displays of affection and love

instead of sloppy kisses in public or dramatic gifts that cost a fortune, he shows you his love in other ways

making breakfast for you before you wake up

getting you new toothpaste because he noticed you were running out

doing the laundry because he knows you hate it

unfortunately, you're a victim of his 0.5x photos

he keeps an entire album of them in his phone's gallery

names it "my silly baby"

and it genuinely is silly, because there are 0.5x photos of you doing literally anything

from being mid-bite into a slice of pizza to snoring with your mouth open on the couch to studying with full attention in the library

you name it, anton has it in his phone

but other than the 0.5x photos, he really loves taking photos of you

he just wants to record every moment he spends with you :(

and anton is such a great photographer!!

always gets your best angles and the best lighting

like it could literally be taken with the ancient $5 digicam he found at the thrift store

and you'd still look like an angel

his angel <33333

sets all of his favorite photos of you on rotation for his wallpaper

and he smiles like an idiot whenever he looks at his phone (simp)

he's so loyal too

when girls hit on him, he doesn't even waste his breath to tell them that he's taken

he just channels his inner usain bolt and runs off :3

always keeps his boundaries and distance with his female friends

constantly updates you with pictures when he's away from you to show you what he's doing <3

BUT anton isn't perfect

and perhaps the biggest issue you have is with arguments

he's always calm

a bit too calm sometimes

and it just gets so frustrating for you, because it feels like he doesn't care

but he does :(

once the both of you talk and open up to each other about it, he'll reflect on himself and try to change

because he loves you the most in this world, and the last thing he'd want is to lose you :(

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @eun-luv @shawyle @yenart @lycheecheeseyogurt @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @yang2k

[pinkrelish]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐲𝐞𝐬" 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐲.

singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

✶It's Christmas morning at the Munson's and Adrie has a small request.✶

NSFW — slow burn, fluff, lovesick yearning, very light angst, 18+ for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use

chapter: 7/20 [wc: 3.4k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12

AO3

Chapter 7: Breakthrough

Dreams of sleeping in were crushed one tiny footstep at a time.

Morning broke through the burgundy bed sheet hung as a curtain in the window. Slivers of blue fought away the slumbering gloom clinging to the peeled wallpaper, invading the small bedroom in drowsy clock ticks. Murky wine-colored shadows caressed the bundled comforter, crowded the pillows, soothed closed eyes into sweet dreams. Darkness cradled his head and sold him a lullaby fantasy. An aching yearn of a dream where the cold penetrating the thin trailer walls was kept at bay by more than his own body heat. Arms encircling him, a kiss behind his ear, a gentle wake up call. An idyllic rapture easily woven from the fibers of his unguarded heart. An aspiration quickly escaping his wishful fingers at the sound of running, and the vibrations of the trailer shaking, and–especially–the little voice yelling at him his five extra minutes were up.

“Daddy! You have to wake up.” Adrie jumped knees-first onto the mattress, and bounced her way over to him. “It’s Christmas, you have to get up!”

He grumbled from his warm pocket of air under the covers, and she whined.

“Please,” she begged, crawling towards him.

He winced, and hissed, “Ow-ow-ow, watch the hair. Miss Mouse won’t like me if I go bald.” He dropped his head back to where she sank her mighty fists into his pillow, and she apologized by putting all her strength into shaking his shoulder instead.

Wayne called from the kitchen, “I’m gettin’ started on our famous Christmas casserole.”

“Now that,” Eddie said in an upbeat tone, “I’ll get up for.”

“You’re mean,” Adrie pouted, scooting until her knees dug into his spine, and added on to it by saying it wasn’t fair he was making her wait to open presents.

Eddie twisted around to see her manufactured sad face (practiced over the years to elicit the strongest pity in him), and he snaked his arm out of the blankets to hook it around her, bringing her wriggling self in for a sloppy kiss on her forehead. She made a ‘yuck!’ sound and pushed away.

“Go sit, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Willfully, Adrienne slipped from his hold and sprinted the length of the trailer, rattling the metal window panes along her way.

In the following moment of quiet, he inhaled deep, and sighed through his hands scrubbing over his face. The oil in the electric radiator popped. A bird chirped. Music blasted from a neighbor’s home. A faraway bike skidded, spitting up loose rocks from the trailer park’s entrance.

Eddie rolled onto his back, and blinked at the stained ceiling. He tried to not make a habit of sleeping in Adrie’s bed now that she was older, but sometimes his back cried for a break from the lumpy couch cushions.. His back, his hips, his knees, his neck. All of it. Every now and then he needed the relief, to flatten himself out on the mattress after several long days of work wearing down on his body, even if it was considered weird or wrong by others.

Swinging his legs over the short drop to the floor, Eddie straightened out his thick knit socks, sweatpants, sweatshirt. He rubbed his knuckles against his dry eyes, stinging a line of water along his lashes. Flipped off the switch to the heater. Ran his fingers through his tangled hair, mouth tasting of stale beer from drinking last night with Wayne.

He stepped out of the room that used to be his, and staring at him down the hallway, past the kitchen, at the other end of the lousy home, was his little girl. She sat crisscrossed at the stout tree smelling of fresh sap, illuminated by colorful strands of lights, and backed by old ornaments previously stored in cardboard boxes. Her eyes sparkled with silver tinsel happiness, and her springy curls bounced with the excitement of her wave.

Wayne wrung a damp dish towel around his hands as he and Eddie made their way to the couch, and he gestured at her. “Alright, darlin’, you can go.”

The sacrifices were worth it.

In this lousy home filled with overdue bills and underprivileged struggles, was an abundance of love and awe. Eddie sat at the edge of his make-do bed with scratchy cushions that chafed his skin raw, and brushed his shaky fingers over his lips. “Yeah? Is that the one you wanted?” he asked, grinning so wide his puffy sleep-deprived eyes nearly closed from the unbridled joy he felt watching his daughter tear into the Rockin Robot cassette player and recorder; a toy which had an attached microphone so she could record herself singing onto blank tapes. “Wanna make music just like me?”

“Yes! I love it!”

It didn’t take long for Adrie to open her presents in the established order–smallest to largest. Stocking stuffers first, which she dumped out onto the pine-needled carpet, and snatched all the chocolates to put on the coffee table next to the plate of cookie crumbs and empty Looney Tunes mug. Tossed the pack of new socks and dress into a pile, but wore her pink rain boots. The talking Barney the Dinosaur doll, cassette recorder, and Barbie Fold ‘n Fun play house were placed aside for assembly and batteries later.

Wayne gathered the ribbons and bows she discarded to be saved for next year, and said, “Okay, Miss Adrie. Looks like you have one present left.”

The forest green bag with a portrait of Saint Nick sat propped against the tree, nearly as tall as Adrie when she stood and grabbed the handles. She peeked inside, and in one motion, dropped to the floor, and dislodged gift after gift. An eight-page book with reusable stickers she could move around to create scenes of dinosaurs roaming the land. A big box of 64 crayons with two coloring books. A plastic jewelry making kit. A puzzle. Containers of Play-Doh. And the very last item, turned over and shaken out from the bag, was a unicorn.

Adrie squealed, and swept the stuffed animal into her arms for a merciless hug. “He’s so cute!” she said, burying her face in the powder blue fur.

Eddie stopped tracing his lips. Wayne tilted his head at the scene, confused.

Spotting a small red envelope amongst the torn newspaper her presents were wrapped in, Adrie picked it up, and mouthed out the handwriting she wasn’t familiar with. “Santa left this for you.” Adrie held it out for Eddie to take.

Prying his gaze off the unexpected hoard, he accepted the envelope with his name on it, not uttering a word, nor reacting more than necessary. She bolted for her toys, and Wayne’s scrutiny was hot on the side of his expressionless face, watching him slide his finger under the corner of the flap and break the seal gently, avoiding tearing the paper.

He pulled out the card to reveal an illustration of two cardinals in a pine tree flocked with white glitter snow with a generic greeting on the front. Certain words were underlined in pen afterwards.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

He opened it to see if anything was written inside.

One glimpse.

He smashed the card closed and turned his face away from his uncle.

Collecting himself, Eddie sniffed and ran his knuckles along his jaw until he reached back and wrung his nape as he stood up, and walked to the coat hooks, slipping on his jacket and shoving his feet into his work boots without acknowledging his family.

“Where’re you–?” Wayne stared at his back in quiet bafflement.

“Goin’ out for a smoke,” he answered, and shut the door behind him.

~~~

Tree branches stilled after the delicate breeze knocking them together ceased. Hungry dogs went inside for kibble and warm blankets. Kids stopped riding their bikes when their moms called their names. Humidity dampened the crisp air. Everything hushed.

Eddie sat on the frumpy loveseat on the porch built onto the trailer. His forearms laid on his thighs, and the card remained clapped between his palms. He took a shaky breath. Exhaled. Or tried, anyway, to breathe despite his nose stopping up.

He opened the card again and read the message spanning the entire blank space available.

merry christmas eddie,

i hope adrie likes the gifts!

i know it’s hard for you to find peace,

so i tried going for quiet things that would

keep her busy, like the puzzle. it’s double sided!

that’ll keep her entertained. and i loved

play-doh as a kid, so i hope she does

too. & i can get her more coloring books if

she doesn’t like the animal ones. i know

Continued on the other side–

the bracelet kit says ages 7+ but maybe

you can supervise her. i remember having

one when i was little, before parents cared if

we choked on the beads.

SEASONS GREETINGS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR

if she’s not still in her unicorn phase, spare me!

it was too cute to pass up.

anyway, please get lots of rest over the holidays.

you deserve to relax.

–♡–

    mouse

His daughter came dashing out the door, and ran up to him with her jacket flapping around her arms. He shoved the card under his thigh, and shifted his focus to zipping it up for her to silence his emotions from surfacing, not having the energy to risk shattering the facade of the morning by explaining why the unicorn she galloped up his leg meant more to him than it did her.

“You like what Santa got you?” he asked, running a heavy hand over her hair.

“He knew exactly what I wanted,” she rejoiced.

With the temperature dropped, and her boots shiny, she raced the stuffed animal up to his hip, and left him to babysit it while she played outside in the frozen-over yard.

Gladly, he tucked the unicorn companion under his arm as Wayne pushed open the squeaky side door and joined him.

Under normal circumstances, Wayne’s old man stoicism worked wonders on getting Eddie to talk. It was a sure thing. He’d see him come home with red-rimmed eyes, or that far away gaze on the worser days, and he sat in earnest patience, knowing his nephew needed the cool down time to organize his thoughts, and then he’d explain what had him upset.

It worked less well in the years following the incident which led to Eddie’s ostracization from Hawkins, but he just had to be patient. It would work. Eventually. Just had to be patient.

And when his nephew refused to speak, Wayne sparked up a cigarette, and ventured, “I don’t, uh, remember us buyin’ those last presents.”

“They’re from the receptionist at work,” Eddie stated. He didn’t move his gaze from staring holes into the worn down floorboards, but he did sink back into the couch, combing his fingers through the unicorn’s white mane.

“Oh,” Wayne said in genuine surprise. “That was nice of her.”

Treading carefully, his uncle spun his hand as he thought of the best way to approach the real conversation he wanted to have. “She seems nice.. To you, and to Adrie.”

That was when Eddie shook his head. “I know where you're going with this,” he warned, absent of any real threat behind the words.

He went silent in stubbornness.

But Wayne just had to be patient.

“She’s very.. uh.” Eddie sighed. He started again, this time looking up at the rusted awning as if it had all the answers to his love life woes. “She’s very vibrant, y’know? From the city, lives a big life, loves performing for people. She doesn’t need a gray cloud like me hanging over her.” He laughed a hollow laugh, and bumped his shoulder into Wayne’s, pretending their conversation was of the light-hearted variety. Like admitting these things aloud didn’t cause a devastating blow to his neglected self-esteem. “Doesn’t need someone like me tying her down to a place like this.”

Wayne scanned the same trailer park in the same small town with the same curse of bearing the Munson name, but he viewed them with less disdain. Less animosity. “You used to be vibrant too, kid. Used to always be talkin’ about your hobbies, playing music too loud, sittin’ out here with your guitar. Always bringing your friends over. What happened?”

Too many things happened, and they were not the kind he verbalized often, so Eddie chose the most obvious.

The corner of his mouth twitched at the joke flashing through his mind. He got in real close to Wayne’s face, raised his hand, and directed his attention. “My vibrancy’s currently ruining her new shoes.”

Tracking his finger, Wayne slowly turned his head in time to see Adrie crack the ice barring her from a puddle, and stomped it into smithereens, sending mud up her pajama pants and into her pretty pink rain boots. She jumped, and jumped, and giggled, and jumped, all over her dad’s heart.

Satisfied, Eddie hugged the unicorn to his chest after making his point.

“Have you considered maybe she likes gray clouds? Or she’s the type that looks forward to the rainy days?”

“We can drop the weather analogies, Wayne,” he said in a curt tone, cutting off his uncle's incessantness. “It’s not that, anyway. I know she likes me, I’m not that dense.”

Wayne didn’t put much effort into keeping the humor out of his voice, “Then what are you being dense about?” The contemptuous head tilt and accompanying eye roll were earned, but not regretted.

“She might be moving away at the end of summer.”

He took a long drag on his cigarette. “Might be?”

“She doesn’t know yet.”

He watched Eddie’s expression slacken to stark blankness again–face and posture wilting, weighed down by his fate–already resigning on a relationship he hadn’t yet given a chance. “Don’t you want to at least try? I mean, you never know. What if she–?”

“Don’t you think I’ve thought about that?” Eddie interrupted, growing annoyed at the topic and allowing it to seep into his temper. “Don’t you think I’ve sat here, day after day, and thought about it from all angles? Over, and over.” He became more animated as he spat out questions rapid-fire. “What if she stays? What if she leaves? What if things work out? What if they don’t? Do I deserve it even if it’s short term? Can I handle it when Adrie asks me why she’s not around anymore? Like, fuck. It’s all I think about. Constantly! Just again, and again. She could move back to New York and live her accomplished life without ever giving me another thought, but what if she doesn’t want to go back? What if she wants to stick around? What if she wants to work with me at the garage forever, and we get married, and buy a small house with a white picket fence, and live out our textbook dream together with 2.5 kids and a dog. Who knows!” Done ranting, Eddie ended it in a full bodied shrug, and collapsed into the cushions, releasing the most cathartic, yet dramatic sigh Wayne had ever heard. “She’s all I think about. Drives me insane.”

Wayne held out the pack of Camels to him, but it was rejected in a limp wave.

“I..” Eddie’s mouth hinged on the words, bottom lip quivering as the questions he posed washed over him as an exhausted, watery-eyed truth, “I didn’t even realize how bad the stress had gotten until she just..” He motioned. “Fixed it.”

Acknowledging the bitter reality, Wayne nodded. “You are much nicer to be around since you two started hanging out.. Adrie sees it, too.”

Not that Eddie meant to be an asshole, but after grueling hours of hard labor, he had little tolerance for the arguments before bath time, or the meltdowns before school. Months prior, he was alongside his daughter, crying harder than she did when the smallest inconvenience set her off, ending with both of them huddled on the floor; one of them screaming to be understood, and the other in a hopeless heap of a man who reduced himself to a shitty father who couldn’t do anything right, drowning under the pressure, anxiety, responsibility to not fuck up again.

Now, he was able to swim to the sun glimmering on the surface.

Wayne landed his rough palm atop Eddie’s untamed bedhead, and soothed him, “You should give yourself a chance at something great. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces if it doesn’t work out.”

Eddie sniffed, and wrung his lips to the side. “You gonna pick up Adrie’s pieces too?” he asked softly.

“I will, son.” Despite the rocky times in their relationship–the slammed doors, the yelling matches, the coming home with a newborn and no money to afford baby formula–Wayne promised him, “Whatever it takes to make you happy. I’ll do it.”

The egg timer in the kitchen dinged.

“Breakfast’s ready,” he grunted, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, and giving the quick-nod-with-a-flattened-smile older men were known for after confiding in one another, and he went inside.

There wasn’t much time for Eddie to process the weight of his internal decision before Adrie was climbing onto the loveseat. And if she noticed she left a trail of mud up his pant’s leg on her way to kneeling beside him, she didn’t care. All that mattered was her icicle skin melting in the warmth of his heavy arm wrapped around her middle; and effortlessly, she fell into the comfort of his embrace while working her hands beneath his hair, untucking it from his jacket’s collar, and hugging him back.

Eddie stashed the card in his pocket, and grabbed the unicorn by the back of its head, putting the nose to her cheek and pretending it was giving her kisses. “Did you have a good Christmas?”

“Mhmm,” she hummed, pulling strands of his curls around her fingers while her cold nose was pressed to his throat. “Can Miss Mouse come over to play?”

“Not today. She’s busy with her own celebrations.”

It was weird how calmly he could answer her. No twisted tongue sitting in his mouth like lead, no tensed stomach from an assault of nerves, no racing thoughts of you and Adrie becoming too close before he was ready to disappoint her. The fear was still there, of course. But he didn’t dread it. He held his daughter tucked against his body, and whispered into the unruly hair she inherited, “But she will soon, okay?”

“Yay!” She showed her excitement by constricting her arms around him in a perfect vice.

He wedged the unicorn between them and scooped her onto his hip. “What say you, Princess Adrienne? Shall we go in for a bit of Christmas morning casserole, and partake in reindeer games after getting you into your winter attire? Hmm?” She wasn’t responding. “Adrie?”

Her mouth was hung open, and her hand out, palm turned upward, making a grabby motion at something over his shoulder.

Eddie listened to her, and turned.

Snow fell, fell, fell from the low hanging clouds smudging the sky in shades of gray, bestowing the trailer park with fat flakes drifting beyond the safety of the porch, melting onto the dead grass and brushing past his car’s mirror. Pretty, pretty things of childlike magic Adrie caught on her fingertips. Special things floating to the edge of the wobbly floorboards, and sticking to his hair for her to laugh at.

“I love you,” he said in a kiss to her bitter cold cheek.

“Love you too, Daddy,” she replied in the same fashion, with an additional kiss from the unicorn to the tip of his nose.

Doors around the trailer park opened. Wide eyes of wonder gazed up, and around, searching for friends to celebrate with. Eddie felt exposed in his all black outfit against the growing landscape of white. They were looking at him. Judging him. Munson. But, unlike any other day, the desire to bolt from their intrusive stares dwindled with each graze of his thumb over the card in his pocket.

[inkdrinkerworld]

sirius with a real cottage core girl

like he gives her his leather jacket when she’s cold and it doesn’t go with her long white skirt whatsoever but she loves it

nd everyone always thinks the opposite looks are so cute

ohh this is giving me rockstar!sirius vibes!!

you’d triple checked the weather app before settling on your outfit to go watch sirius’ home gig.

a long white floral skirt and a baby tee of his band’s logo. practical, rock but still very you- especially when you found a way to work in the ribbon in your hair.

the show was amazing like it always is- sirius was born to entertain and when it was done and you met him backstage he was buzzing.

“you were amazing,” you compliment, stamping a kiss to his sweaty cheek.

he pulls you a little closer and kisses your lips,“you were in the crowd, had to be,” he flirts and you roll your eyes. “gimme ten minutes to shower and we can go for dinner?”

you nod, chatting with james and remus who are equally as sweaty as your boyfriend.

true to his word, sirius steps out ten minutes later a lot less sweaty but a lot prettier.

his hair is tied back in a low bun, he’s got less glittery eyeliner on his cheeks and more on his lower lash line and his signature black leather jacket that ties everything together.

“c’mon dolly,” his rings are cold as his fingers link with yours.

“which song was your favourite?” sirius asks and you laugh, bumping his hip with your own.

conversation is easy and fun and though the walk to your favourite dim sum place isn’t far, as the night rolls on, the air gets nippier and has goosebumps raising on your arms.

“here pretty girl,” he shakes his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders, transferring his warmth and his clove and peach scent to you.

“i bet this looks ridiculous.” you say smiling and sirius shakes his head.

“nah, you look gorgeous,” he fishes his phone from his back pocket. “stand still a minute, doll.”

he snaps a couple photos standing up and then squats down to ‘get your angles.’ your giggles as you pose makes sirius’ heart flutter- he wants to get it on record one day to use in a song.

“that’s new wallpaper material, that is.” he kisses your temple before linking your fingers again, not letting you see the photos.

“you’re real lovesick for a rock band man,” you tease and sirius fake gags, dropping your hand with a dramatized,

“uck! girl cooties,” which makes you both cackle in the street as you reach your dinner for the night.

[whalesforhands]

Okay, digest your feelings series.. but reader and shoko are doing the pocky challenge and reader accidentally kissed shoko infront stsg?

Anyways already falling inlove w/ your stsg fics🫶🫶

hello my lovely first non-anon ♥️

honestly? stsg would NEVER allow shoko to kiss you. not when they’re watching, of course.

sure, they let her tease them a bit here and there using her shoko privilege, but if she tries to pull moves that will definitely make you fall for her even an increment more, absolutely not!

stag are possessive over what they think as theirs, and even if shoko is one of their closest (and only) friend, they can’t allow that. they just can’t.

but let’s say it’s something they let slip their sight. an indirect kiss. mwah

can we kiss? (shoko x reader, mention of gojo x reader x geto)

You stare at the can of tapioca juice Shoko held in her pretty hand.

It was a scene in some anime Gojo was showing to you. A cheesy romance depicting a lovesick boy with his love interest.

The girl had taken a few sips of the chilled drink during a hot, crowded summer festival, before offering it to him.

“N-no way! A-a-a-an i-i-i-indirect KISS?!”

A smile on her face as she watched the boy’s face erupt into a comical red, his nose spewing an exaggerated amount of blood for comic relief as the coveted can touched his lips.

You blinked. What’s so intimate about that?

Gojo watched your lack of reaction with interest. Sliding closer next to you before he held up his can of melon soda.

“Wanna try?”

You don’t think you’ve felt thirstier. You don’t even like the taste of tapioca juice. You just wanted to drink it from Ieiri’s can.

She notices your gaze, adamantly pinned to her half empty drink. She quirks a brow.

“I thought you hated this.”

You shudder at the way she drawls out her words, so elegant, so prim, so pretty.

Just like her.

(You like her too much, is what you decided.)

“I think I may change my mind if I tried it again.” You said it with an apparent shy lilt in your voice, your eyes still glued to the can that Ieiri’s precious lips touched.

(You now have a profound understanding of how that anime character felt.)

Ieiri, intrigued by your current behavior, decided to humour you.

“That so? I can go buy you one right now.”

No. You don’t want that!

“A-ah, I don’t think I have it in me to stomach a full can.” Your nervous gaze meets her own teasing one.

“Yours would- um, do perfectly fine! If you don’t mind that is!” Perhaps you sounded too anxious, too excited, but it felt as if she saw right through your plan.

She hummed in mock thought, before waggling a finger towards you in a ‘come hither’ motion.

You never got out of your desk so quick.

She held the drink out for you, moving it to the left. Then to the right. Up. Down.

(You were following the damn can like it was a delicious hamburger steak. What is wrong with you?!)

Shoko laughed, before simply placing it in your hand.

“Go nuts.” She had said, watching you with a grin on her face.

Your hands shook as you gripped the can as gently, as gingerly as possible, stare zeroed in on the imprint of her lip gloss on the edge of the can.

Before you knew it, your entranced state had taken a sip. The taste of tapioca that you had initially found odd had turned slightly sweet, a small hint of cherry on your tongue as it rests on the imprint of her lips.

You gulped down the remainder.

“It’s… Better than last time.” A smile on your face as your cheeks lit with a blush, staring down enchantedly at the can.

“I’m glad you liked it then.” Shoko was now giggling at your absolutely awestruck expression, sneaking a quick photo of you on her phone to show off to the two later.

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Note:

Upon showing the SG duo the photo that Shoko had made her wallpaper, they had requested for it to be sent to them.

Shoko refused.

You started receiving random cans of tapioca juice from Geto all of a sudden.

“I don’t think I can finish all these…”

“Well… Wanna share?”

He figured it out after piecing together Gojo’s recollection of watching the anime with you, and from the way you looked at Ieiri’s drink.

You had rejected Gojo’s offer to drink his opened can of melon soda. It was left on his desk for so long you saw ants crawl inside.

[guiraguira]

❤️Hi!~~

💜• You can call me Guira without any problem, in case the name is confusing, I identify myself as she (22 years)

💜• I'm new to tumblr so I hardly understand what I'm doing.

💜• English is not my native language so some things may not make sense (sorry about that) I speak Spanish so you can speak to me in any of the languages

💜• I started writing to get out of my head the thousands of scenarios that I create for no reason when I should be studying.

💜• You are welcome to ask me questions! I love reading what other people think of hypmic (even if it's just a couple of racy things about them)

Requests: Closed! 💜✨ (Check my rules🍀)

💜❤️Awaiting requests!❤️💜

- Doppo x female reader depressed student met doppo when she's buying lots of monster energy drink for herself. (Little nsfw)

- horny Doppo where his co workers keep asking him if the girl on his wallpaper is his girlfriend and if theyve done it.

- Rosho domestic cuddling scenario

- Jakurai wake up horny and he does it slowly with fem reader

- Samatoki with friend with benefits, when the time comes, he finds out this is her first time! He is really gentle instead and tries to take care of her needs more than his own. ( the friends with benefits idea was abandone)

- scenario in where Jakurai s/o is actually more a fan of Fling Posse than Matenro

- Fem reader x Doppo, in which Doppo wakes up getting a blowjob from his s/o? (With consent of course!)

- hcs with ichrio, samatoki, and kuko with their nonbinary significant other who is autistic and likes true crime and watches a lot of documentaries

Masterlist

Buster Bros

- Lipstick on it

- Share to Ichiro

- Fun moment in the car!

- Three little lambs (ichiro x reader x Nemu)

- Cold and warm

- A thousand Kisses

- Helping you

Fling Posse

- Dice the stray cat

- Through time (Gentaro)

- Was a lie (Gentaro)

Matenro.

- Jakurai come back early

- Doppo needs attention

- Good Morning Kiss (Jakurai)

- Love Hotel! (Jakurai)

- Share bed (Doppo)

- Lovesick! (Jakurai)

- Over Stimulation (Doppo)

- Just a Little alcohol (Jakurai)

- Hifumi still go on (Doppo x reader x Hifumi)

- That is my place! (Jakurai x reader x Doppo)

- Night farewell (Hifumi)

- More sweet (Jakurai)

Mad Trigger Crew

- Good Morning Kiss (Rio)

- Maid Day (Jyuto)

- Without hugs (samatoki)

- A quiet afternoon (Samatoki)

- Like mom (platonic reader x all mtc)

- Helping You (Samatoki)

Bad Ass Temple

- Lipstick on it (Hitoya)

- Naughty guests (hitoya)

- Cry Baby (Jyushi)

- A little stop (hitoya)

- Reversing dominance (hitoya)

- Lost Children (Jyushi)

- A Hot Morning (kuko)

- Why stop us? (Kuko)

- Helping You (Hitoya)

Dotsuritare Hompo

- Lipstick on it (Rei)

- Rosho are very sensitive

- Late for work (sasara and Rosho)

- Do not cry (Rosho)

- Sasara the cuddly drunk!

- That dark room (Rosho)

- A calm voice (Rosho)

All Hypmic Guys

- Hypmic guys carrying their partner

- The hypmic guys sleeping with you.

- The boys receiving flowers!

- The Hypmic boys and if they believe in ghosts

- The Hypmic boys favorite place to kiss you

- Hypmic guys holding your hand in public

- The Hypmic guys share their clothes with you

- Small gestures that Hypmic boys have with you!

- The hypmic guys when you send them a spicy video

- Hypmic boys and physical contact in public

- The Hypmic boys when you fill their face with kisses

[sourchaedits]

Blackpink 'Lovesick Girls' 700M views on youtube Poster cleaned Wallpaper - Lockscreen - Header ver ♥

[icosmogyral]

BLACKPINK ~ LOVESICK GIRLS ~ WALLPAPERS

JISOO AND ROSÉ

[dreamer-712178]

BLACKPINK

Lovesick girls

Wallpaper

[jisooclip]

˚ ˖࣪ 🍶🥬 Jennie moodboard 𖧷｀〫𝅄 ๋𓂂

post by me.

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[vg-k]

˖ ݁ ˓ ͙ ᕼ ᗩ ᑭ ᑭ Y ᗷ I ᖇ T ᕼ ᗪ ᗩ Y ᖇ O Տ ᗴ́ ˖ ݁ ˓

𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦́- 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 ◟⊹ ˚˖

𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝖾 / 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾

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[wallpaper-k]

『ROSÉ』

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[lalirosie-blog]

Lisa lovesick girls lockscreen.♡

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Psd:@kpop-locks

[sugaminawallpapers]

Jisoo BLACKPINK Wallpapers

[whatevermia]

>‿< . . therapy is # ★ 𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗺！🛒%

[tunacasseroles]

#SEULGI & #ROSÉ: pink!

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