#RIGHT after that Cherry weirdo went after me

[woomycritiques543]

Why do people falsely assume your star? Ive been seeing people call you star and make up things that aren't true about you and when I look at the people go on rants on you and make up stuff it just seems so untrue! Your an amazing person and deserve more followers I will defend you no matter what! I'm tired of people claiming your star from that discord thing... I'll never believe them. I saw Someone asked lemoncritiques about it and they falsely accused you! Wtf is wrong with people?

It is strange that Lemon would do that just because I defended that kid at all. It's like- why do people want that kid's head so badly?!

They act like she's even "worse" than Viv just because doesnt almost completely agree with the "anti hazbin" or "hazbin stan" that "hazbin critical" group. Just because she critiqued any of them, they've been stalking and harassing her, and even calling her a n^gger for years, through my account. Also- I cant edit screenshots yet?! and you can see the Xkit extension, something I cant even do with an editor.

"OTHER PEOPLE!" Bitch who?! I only use one discord!

One of these people even misgendered my freind and pretended as if there was some "hate discord!" and that I "told" them that I was changing my Youtube name like- where?! Where are they getting that information?! It's messed up just how much that section of the fandom has attacked and racially attacked that child after claiming that they "hate!" racists just because they dislike Viv, but only Viv, and not anyone else that's like that. It's disgusting!

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Sweet Rescue - 02

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: None, but let me know if I missed something.

A/N: Please, please let me know if you like it, I appreciate all your comments.

5:00 am.

You woke up from a restless sleep, you had something in mind and there was only one thing you wondered about.

Did you have enough pie?

Captain Winchester had said he would be there first thing in the morning and expressed a deep love for your pie recipe. You knew you shouldn’t let on how excited you were about seeing him again, and it was probably best if he didn’t know you cared that much.

But you did care, So fuck that. 

You needed to be sure to have all the pie you needed.

5:30 am.

You slipped into your robe and made your way down the stairs that led directly from your apartment to the bakery below. 

Sure, you could’ve used your kitchen upstairs, but where was the fun in that? Living right above your shop meant you didn’t have to worry about dishes, especially when Donna would be downstairs to help in the shop’s kitchen.

You opened your apartment door and descended the familiar stairs. The cold and the quiet darkness greeted you as you reached the bottom. The large glass windows of the shop let in just enough light from outside to guide your steps toward the kitchen door, where the smell of dough still lingered in the air.

6:00 am

You preheated the oven while you start with the pie fillings.

The kitchen was getting warmer and warmer and your arms started to get sore from kneading the dough.

6:40 am.

The first batch went to the oven.

7:30 am

You set the pies down on the table.

You’d probably gone a little overboard, apple, pecan, cherry, peach, pumpkin, rhubarb, sweet potato, banana cream, lemon meringue, and a few experimental flavors you hadn’t even tasted yet.

Damn, you really went all out.

You sat in front of the pies, trying not to overthink it, but the self-doubt crept in. Was this too much? You didn’t want anyone to think you were some obsessive bitch. Your mind spiraled, Maybe you should’ve just stuck to the basics, and the lecture looped on repeat, getting louder and louder.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the rhythmic stomp of boots hitting the ground.

Your eyes went wide with horror. Charlie was here.

Panicking, you ran, making sure everything was off as you rushed upstairs. You jump into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

——

“Oh hey, boss.” The redhead flashed you a grin as you walked into the bakery.

“Hey, Charlie. How’s everything going?” You returned the smile, trying to shake off the lingering nervousness.

“Just opened. Looks like you’re ready for the day, showered and everything.”

“Yeah, I slept through my alarm, so I figured I’d better be presentable.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Was it really for looking presentable, though? Or for washing away the evidence of the hundred pies you baked? Did you even sleep last night?” She placed a hand on her hip, her teasing grin never fading.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You furrowed your brows in exaggerated confusion, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, come on. Poor Donna walked in and nearly had a heart attack when she saw all those dishes.” She laughed, shaking her head.

“Well, poor Donna will be getting a bonus this month.” you said with a shrug.

“Oh, I already made sure of that.” She grabbed her apron and tossed yours at you. “But seriously, what’s all this about?”

“The hot firefighter,” you said nonchalantly.

“Oh, he’s coming today? That’s why you baked for an army?”

“I just didn’t know which pie is his favorite,” you muttered, a little defensive. “Be honest, am I an over-the-top weirdo?”

“Oh, honey, you’ve always been one.” She smirked. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you will be his favorite pie flavor.”

“Oh, shut it.” You rolled your eyes as you headed for the kitchen.

“I’ll let you know when your hot firefighter arrives,” Charlie called after you, her voice full of mischief.

——

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the owner of this place.”

The redhead frowned in confusion, looking up to meet a pair of bright green eyes.

“Oh, you must be the firefighter,” she said with a smile, her expression lightening.

“How did you know?” Dean asked, a little surprised.

“A hunch.” She smiled again and knocked on the door behind the counter. “Hey, boss, the hot firefighter is here.”

Damn Charlie.

Dean’s gaze followed the sound of the door opening, his eyes falling on you as you emerged from the kitchen. Your ponytail was neatly in place, your skin glowing, and your perfect lips tinted in a soft pink.

“Hey, Captain,” you greeted, your smile warm.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

“Dean it is.” You took two large pastry boxes and set them down on the counter with a graceful motion. “I pre-selected some pies for you, but feel free to pick anything else you like from the display.” You gestured toward the desserts on the display refrigerator.

“You sure about this?” Dean raised an eyebrow, eyeing the boxes. “Sweetheart, this is a lot of food. You’re losing money.”

“It’s okay, really,” you said with a reassuring smile.

“You sure?” he pressed, clearly not convinced.

You nodded. “And it's not entirely free. It's for the small price of saving my life.”

“But that’s my job.” He chuckled. “Tell you what,” he added, suddenly more serious. “I’ll take all of this if you agree to go on a date with me tomorrow night.”

You flashed him a bright, teasing smile. “You have yourself a deal.”

“Amazing.” Dean lifted the pastry boxes effortlessly. As he looked around, he noticed a box of bakery business cards sitting on the counter. “Is this your number?” he asked, pointing to the cards.

You shook your head. “It’s the bakery’s number, you call there if you want a three-floor cake for your quinceañera.” you said, reaching under the counter for your card. You shoved Charlie out of the way with a playful shove and handed it to Dean. “This one’s mine.”

“I’ll make sure to call you,” he said with a wink.

“You better,” you replied with a sly smile

“Bye, redhead.”

Charlie looked at you with a big smile on her face. “Look at you, all lit up like a Christmas tree.”

——

Jo sat in the common room, watching Sam arrive alone. She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Hey, Sam!" she greeted. "Did you come in alone?" In all her years at the firehouse, she'd never seen the brothers show up separately.

"Oh, yeah. Dean wanted to stop by the bakery before shift, and I had some errands to run here." Sam explained.

"He went to the bakery and left you behind?" Jo’s tone was more indignant than she intended.

"Well, it's not like that. I do have my own car." Sam tried to clarify, but Jo wasn’t listening. She was too focused on Dean’s absence.

"Amazing. All that just to chase the baker’s skirt?" Sam blinked in surprise.

"Uh, no. I actually think it’s more than that," Sam replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?" Jo asked, leaning in, skeptical.

"I just think he’s ready to date again after the Amara thing." Sam said quietly.

That left Jo momentarily speechless. But before she could react, Dean walked into the firehouse, holding a box of your baked goods. Behind him, a few of the firefighters eagerly followed, eyeing the treats.

"Unbelievable. All this for a dozen of overpriced cookies?" Jo muttered.

"Oh, they’re not overpriced," Dean said with a grin. "And totally worth it. You should try one."

Jo shook her head, refusing the offer.

Dean smirked at Sam while holding up a card. "And guess who has a date tomorrow?"

Jo sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned and headed towards the locker room.

"What’s her deal?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

Sam just shrugged.

A sudden emergency interrupted the brothers' conversation, forcing Dean to leave everything on the kitchen table, your personal card included, resting there on top of the pastry boxes.

“Don’t touch my pie!” he shouted, rushing toward the truck.

In the chaos, as firefighters scrambled to manage the scene, your card was knocked to the floor and landed near Jo’s ankle boots.

She looked down at it, her mind racing. For a moment, she considered picking it up, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, she nudged it away with her foot, pushing it down the kitchen aisle. No one would notice, and no one would be hurt by it. Dean would have more time to heal, away from any distractions, and you wouldn’t become just another notch in his belt.

It wasn’t that she hated you, but seeing that card made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. She wasn’t blind to what was happening between you and Dean, but she wasn’t about to let him fall for someone like you, not when he needed space, not when he still had so much to work through. But that moment wasn’t just about protecting Dean’s heart, no, it was about protecting her own, too.

She quickly washed away any sign of guilt on her face and followed everyone to the trucks.

——

"Where the hell is it?" Dean was frantically tossing items around the kitchen.

"Oh, God, Dean!" Bobby's voice cut through the chaos. "What are you doing? Look at this place."

"I left it here, and now it's gone."

"Food doesn't last long around here, son."

"No, not the food, the number. Her number." Bobby raised an eyebrow in confusion. "She gave it to me, and now it has disappeared. I haven't called her yet, and she's gonna think I’m just another player."

"But you kinda are," Bobby said.

It was true. Since the whole Amara thing, Dean had been... well, a little too generous with his attention to women, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his way. But this was different. Bobby had never seen Dean like this before.

"Not the point, Bobby." Dean sighed, clearly frustrated.

Bobby, looking a little too pleased with himself, placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Let me tell you what, son. Your truck’s almost out of gas. Why don’t you and the boys take it to the station, and fill the tank? And hey, make sure you take the street that passes near the bakery, just to, you know, say hello."

Dean’s eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he grabbed his jacket.

"You’re a genius, Chief."

Dean quickly gathered the crew and jumped into his truck, headed straight for you. Bobby stood watching him go, a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced at the pie Dean had been saving for himself, shrugged, and cut himself a piece before heading to his office. After all, he was alone. No one would ever know.

——

“Uh, Boss?” Charlie’s voice floated in as she gently knocked on the kitchen door.

“Yes, Charlie?” You didn’t look up, still focused on decorating your cupcakes.

“Remember that hot firefighter?” she asked, peeking in.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop piping icing. “Yeah?”

“I think you might want to go outside,” she said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Confused, you looked up from your work. “What? Why?”

Donna appeared beside Charlie, quickly swiping the pastry bag from your hands. “I’ll finish these for you. Go on.”

You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Fine.” You stood up, but Charlie stopped you.

“Let me fix this.” She patted your head, brushing away what was probably powdered sugar. “Go.”

Still confused, you walked toward the door, but as soon as you saw the red glow outside, everything clicked. Your glass door was tinted red from the reflection of a massive fire truck parked in front of your shop. 

And then you saw him.

Dean.

He was wearing his navy firefighter jacket, the one with the logo of his station on the sleeve. He looked unreal.

You opened the door, trying to act casual, though your heart was racing. You took a quick glance at the fire truck again, then back to him.

“Captain?” you chuckled, your voice betraying a touch of nervousness. “Everything okay?”

Dean took a step forward, glancing around before entering your shop. “Sorry about blocking your driveway, Sweetheart. I just... didn’t want you to think I’m some player for not texting you.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but nodded for him to continue. You had noticed his lack of texting, but with the craziness of the shop, you hadn’t had time to think about it.

“I lost your number,” he said, a genuine tone of sorrow in his voice.

You smirked and held out your hand. “Your phone, Captain.”

He pulled out his cell and handed it to you without hesitation.

“No password?” you teased, glancing at him while you added your number.

“Got nothing to hide, especially not from you, sweetheart,” he said with a playful grin.

You raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

“Date’s still on for tomorrow. I’ll text you the details.”

“Just don’t lose the phone,” you shot back, your lips curling into a smile.

He grinned. “Oh, that’s funny, sweetheart.” Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in and brushed a kiss on your cheek. “See you then.”

“Bye, Captain,” you called after him, a flutter in your chest as you watched him walk away.

“Marry him.” Donna said behind you, you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

Dean got inside the truck and looked at his brother with a big smile on his face.

“What?”

“Oh, you’re going to fall so hard.” 

“Is that a threat, Sammy?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Whatever lover boy.”

——

You paced back and forth in your living room, anxiety bubbling up as you glanced at the clock. You’d already changed outfits four times, and you still weren’t sure if you’d chosen the right one.

Donna and Charlie had decided to stay past their shifts to help, but you were still second-guessing yourself.

“I’m sure he’d like you even if you were wearing a potato sack,” Donna said, her voice light as she sipped her wine.

“You think?” you asked, eyeing yourself in the mirror.

“Of course. Girl, he’s smitten,” Donna replied, her confidence unwavering.

You traced the hem of your red dress, frowning as you considered her words. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing your hands over the red dress you’d finally settled on. It hugged you in all the right places.

“Hey, the bakery’s closed,” Charlie said as she entered, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw you. “Oh, he’s going to lose his mind. You look very hot.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Charlie.”

“I’m glad we stuck with this one after the hundred dresses you tried on.” Charlie’s teasing tone made you roll your eyes.

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You checked the screen, it was Dean. He’d arrived.

Donna and Charlie wasted no time, ushering you toward the door before you could glance at yourself in the mirror one more time. 

You stepped outside, and there he was leaning casually against his Impala, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The sight of him stopped you in your tracks. His head turned at the sound of the door, and his breath visibly caught the second he saw you.  

Dean’s gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, his green eyes lingering as if he were memorizing every inch of you. He straightened up, his usual confidence faltering for just a moment as his lips curved into a lopsided smile.  

“Hey, Sweetheart.” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “You look…wow.”  

Heat bloomed in your chest as you walked toward him. “Hi, Dean. These are beautiful.”  

“They’re nothing compared to you,” he said softly, handing you the bouquet without breaking eye contact.  

“Let me get them in water so we can get going.” You turned to head back inside, but before you could, Charlie popped her head out the door.  

“I’ve got it,” she said, grabbing the bouquet and shooing you back outside. You didn’t even notice she followed you downstairs. 

Dean opened the car door for you, His hand brushed your back lightly as you slid inside, the small touch sending a spark through you.  As you slid into the passenger seat, you smiled at the familiar scent of leather of his car apparently named Baby.

Even at the restaurant, he was attentive, pulling out your chair for you to sit on.

“Tell me about you,” he said, leaning forward. “I want to know everything.”  

You smiled, your nerves starting to ease. “Well, I inherited my bakery from my grandparents. It’s been my passion since I was little. My parents moved away, so it’s just me keeping the place running.”  

Dean nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. There was something in the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.  

His expression softened. “That’s impressive. Takes guts to keep something like that alive.” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch.  

“What about you?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to him.  

“When I was four, my family was in a fire,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, you instinctively reached out, placing your hand on his. He dropped his gaze to where your fingers touched, his lips curving into a small smile.  

Dean’s expression softened as he took a deep breath. “When I was four, my family was in a fire. I’ve admired firefighters ever since and followed them around. That’s how I met Bobby, our chief. He took me under his wing and helped me get started as a Junior firefighter. And now years later, I’m the Captain.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re really determined, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “Guess I am. But when I’m not on shift, I work on cars. Baby keeps me busy, and I fix up my friends' cars too. If I wasn’t a firefighter, I’d probably be a mechanic.”  

“Funny. If I wasn’t a baker, I’d have been a ballerina,” you said, grinning.  

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh, really? I think you should still do it. You’d look amazing in a tutu.”

The evening unfolded with laughter, easy conversation, and lingering glances. There was undeniable chemistry between you two, sparks flying every time his hand brushed yours, every time you caught his smile. 

When dinner ended, By the time he walked you to your door, the tension between you was palpable.  

“Thank you for tonight,” you said, smiling up at him. “But next time... I think we should go for a burger.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, the rumors are true.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What rumors?”

“That you’re going to be my downfall.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “I’ve been dying to do something all night.”  

Your breath caught as he tilted your chin up, his lips hovering just a whisper away.  

“Can I kiss you?”  he asked, his voice rough and quiet like he was holding back everything he felt.

Your heart thundered in your chest, and all you could manage was a soft, “Please.”  

He leaned in slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away but when his lips finally touched yours, the world seemed to stop. His kiss was soft at first, a hesitant brush of warmth that sent a rush of heat through your entire body.

But when you tilted your head, leaning into him, he deepened the kiss with a quiet groan. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer, while his other hand cupped your face as if you were something fragile.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless, every motion speaking of the longing he’d been holding back all night. He kissed you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, savoring your lips every second.

The faint taste of whiskey lingered on his lips, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his cologne. The combination overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy with how right it all felt.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek as if he was reluctant to let go.

“You’re even more dangerous than I thought,” he said, his lips brushing yours again in the faintest tease of a kiss.  

“Dean,” you murmured, laughing softly, “you’d better not be married.”  

The sudden tension in his body was subtle but undeniable. Something flickered in his eyes, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.  

“Just joking,” you added quickly, brushing it off.  

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “I know.” His hand trailing down to his side as if it pained him to stop touching you.

Still, before he left, he stole one last kiss, this one softer, a lingering moment that left you breathless all over again.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and full of affection.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, Captain.”

Tags: @aylacavebear @deans-baby-momma @ladysparkles78 @spxideyver @lunaleah @muhahaha303

[munsonsmixtapes]

Drive Me Crazy

mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader

summary: Eddie hot wires your car with the intention to take it for a joy ride but you catch him before he can

You never liked getting gas late at night. Between the creepy lighting and the weirdos who roamed around the area, you never felt safe. But your car was very low on gas and wasn’t going to make it home so you could get gas in the morning. So, you took a chance and pulled it after work. Once you got your gas, you took a chance and went inside to get a snack for your ride home.

Eddie wouldn’t have considered himself a criminal, he just liked to hot wire cars for the adrenaline. He never stole them, he would just take them for a ride and then return them like nothing happened. It was just for fun, the thrill.

He was at the gas station for some coffee to keep him awake and had no intention of taking a joy ride, but then he saw your pretty cherry red car pull into the parking lot and he knew he had to take it for a spin.

He leaned against his bike as he watched you exit the vehicle, he almost felt bad thinking about how he really did want to take your car. You were pretty even with the angry look on your face. He honestly thought it was hot, actually.

Once you were inside, Eddie snuck over to your car and was delighted to see that you had left your window down, but had locked it which seemed silly to him, but now he didn’t have to use the coat hanger he kept around. He unlocked the door and crouched down to begin his work while keeping an eye on the door for you.

He snipped two of the wires and was so focused on getting the car to start up that he hadn’t even see you come back to your car. You stood behind him, waiting for him to notice you, but he didn’t look back until you spoke up.

“Having fun there?” You asked, tilting your head to the side while taking a sip from your slurpee. Eddie whipped around and put on his best smile, hoping that he could charm his way out of the situation, but judging by the unimpressed look on your face, you weren’t buying it.

“Is this your car?” He tried his best to put on an innocent look, but you weren’t buying that either.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Sorry, I thought it was a buddy of mines. He has the exact same car.” Did he really think you were going to believe that? Maybe it worked on other people, but definitely not you.

“Oh, so you think I’m an idiot, right?” Eddie actually thought you were pretty smart even after knowing you for a few minutes.

“Not an idiot, no.” There were a lot of people who Eddie would categorize as an idiot, but you were definitely not one of them.

“Then what? Stupid?” He just chuckled at that.

“Those are synonyms.”

“Whatever. Do you mind moving away from my car? What were you going to do? Steal it?” You put your free hand on your hip and he didn’t like that he was finding your anger hot.

“No, I was just going to take it for a joyride.” A joyride? Why would he just steal a random car to do that? You had seen him on his bike and that seemed like the ultimate joyride vehicle.

“Look, I have pepper spray so if you don’t get the fuck out of here, I will use it.” You really didn’t, you were just hoping that would scare him off. And it did. He stood up and you reached for your purse as he backed away.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.” He put his hands up in defense as he continued to back up to his bike. “Just so you know, I work at the shop downtown, so if this ever breaks down or if you need me in anyway, feel free to come on down,” he said with a wink and you just scoffed.

“No thanks. I can fix it myself.” With that, you got into your car and he got onto his bike, making sure to give you a wink before he put on his helmet and drove off.

You got into your car and slammed the door before hitting your head against the steering wheel repeatedly. Why was he flirting with you after he tried to take your car and why did you like it? Why did you find him attractive? God, this was getting way more complicated for your liking and you were so close to driving your car over there just to see him. Maybe if you got the guts, you would.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

hey can i request ethan and reader who meet up in the typical “library spot” where people go to kiss or ykyk

wanna make out with ethan. i wanted to make this a bit more…saucy but i just can’t. i need like a co-writer for smut scenes.

pairing: ethan landry x gn!reader wc: 535

masterlist / ethan landry

there was this secret corner of the library that every blackmore student knew about. in a section filled with old vhs and floppy disks, dust coating every surface. even the librarians don’t bother with that area.

so a few years ago some juniors claimed that area as the naughty corner, stupid name, but gets the point across. people go back there to get handsy and suck face in private while still in public. kinky freaks.

and, you just so happen to be one of those people meeting in the old corner. you didn’t head straight to your destination, making a show of perusing the shelves of books you don’t care about. stopping only a few times, pretending to read the spines and summaries of stories that make you wish to sleep.

looking at your phone to check the time you saw a text from him and you smirked, “so needy,” whispering to yourself.

you left the history section and finally entered the abandoned section. “i’ve been waiting for you,” a faint whine from the male voice.

a mocking pout, “oh, my poor baby. didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

dropping your bag with a soft thud you walked to ethan, who was sitting atop a desk with his hands between his spread thighs.

stepping into the small gap, ethan moved to wrap his long arms tight around your middle and pulled you impossibly close. not leaving an inch of space between your bodies. fingertips danced up ethan’s flexed biceps before snaking behind his neck. right palm resting at the collar of his polo with your left hand sinking into the curls at his nape.

“i’ve been missing you. wish you didn’t drop mathematics.” leaning his forehead into your collarbone, his arms holding even tighter.

you huffed a laugh as your nails scratched his scalp, “ethan you see me plenty outside of that one class we shared. we’re hanging out right now.” pressing two quick kisses onto his crown.

ethan took a big sigh, the air warning your skin, “but it’s where we met then became friends. and also where i got the courage to ask you on a date before slamming into a wall. and to this day i’m still shocked you still went after that scene.”

removing the hand from his curls, you moved to tick some unruly hair behind his ear. fingers tracking the curve of the warm skin, following the point of his jaw to his chin. loving eyes admiring the boy before you.

“well, i don’t know if you know this ethan but,” heaving a big sigh, “i got a thing for nerds. awkward boys really turn me on.” completely serious.

ethan couldn’t help but sputter a few low giggles, giving your body a slight shake. “weirdo.”

“it’s very true. you could be a peter parker in another universe. smart and awkward. hot.”

ethan smiled shyly, “well now your just kissing my ass.”

you hand curled a hold on his chin, keeping him in place as you leaned forward. mouth inches from touching, “not yet, pretty boy. not yet.”

and the sight of ethan’s eyes widening was such an award. feeling his throat take a deep gulp a cherry on top.

-

a/n: i wanted to write more but i kinda didn’t want to and also it would have been horrible smut.

ethan landry taglist: @astrxq / @websterss / @teenagedramaqueenlisa

[bisexualtwinkk]

cherry pt.1 tyler joseph

famous!reader x tyler joseph from twenty one pilots

summary: you out yourself in front of a whole stadium about you crush on tyler.

a/n: I haven’t found many fics about tyler and I felt like contributing to the cause, xoxo, also, I tried to incorporate instagram posts here to make it more interesting, stealing lana del rey’s discography here btw, promise more in person interaction on part 2

breathing was difficult at this point, running from one end of the stage to the other, singing and dancing, interacting with fans, trying to make the concert the best experience for them.

“girl, you’re killing it tonight, damn!” carol, your manager, said while taking the sweat off your forehead before the next set.

“killing my lungs, actually” barely any sound coming out of your lips “I’m gonna need a gallon of water after this”

you can hear the screams while the screens showed some visuals to give you time to recover and retouch your makeup.

“hey, what was the name of the singer from that band that you like? I saw on twitter that he is here” red lipstick now adorning your lips, changing the light brown from before.

“I like a lot of bands, carol, any more details to give?” the two of you jogged across the dressing room to the platform that puts you on stage.

“one minute” a voice yelled from a distance.

“the one with the black neck and one with red hair, something about pilots” a comb ran through your hair for the last time before continuing with the show.

“tyler joseph? you have to be kidding, carol!” your head moving fast towards her, screaming loud while securing the in-ear monitor, the same voice from before starting to count down. “now I’m going to faint in front of the guy before meeting him, you know twenty one pilots are my favorite, god!”

“10 seconds, guys”!

“good luck out there, love you” she threw a kiss at you, making you smile while the platform went up, revealing the entire arena full of people.

“oh, hi there” a crew member handed you a guitar for the next song, “so, you know I’m a big fan girl, I tend to cry went I met celebrities from time to time” the first chords of the song cherry played through the speakers, “and someone told me backstage, that my favorite bandito is here”, the arena went crazy as you played the beginning of bandito.

“yeah, I know!” you smiled from ear to ear, seeing how thrilled everyone was “this next song doesn’t have any relationship with twenty one pilots or any of its members, by the way” a subtle laugh from the fans made you smile more, “but in all seriousness, I truly love twenty one pilots, my favorite band ever, and is truly an honor that tyler is here at my concert!” your hands touching your chest and your mouth open, exaggerating your surprise.

“I don’t actually know where he is, but I want you to know that I love you, in a no creepy way obviously” your eyes danced through the thousands of people in front of you “you guys get me, right? normal fan girl things, having their faces as wallpaper, having posters, reading some fanfics maybe” redness covered your face, moving your head side to side, “ignore that, shit, this is cherry”

the concert ended an hour after that, leaving the fans full of memorable moments, and you feeling ecstatic, running backstage to check your phone and rest. laying on the couch with a bottle of water on hand, you scrolled instagram, almost howling while seeing the first photo in your timeline.

liked by joshuadun, twentyonepilots, billieeilish, yourusername and others.

tylerrjoseph any fanfic recommendations for your favorite bandito?

clancymyking omg my dreams came true

twentytwopilots STOP I’M SCREAMING

joshuadun well played

yourusername i have some

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your phone buzzing with notificacions after that comment, putting your phone on no disturb mode was the only way to calm you anxiety just a little, a million thoughts running thru your head.

he thinks I’m a weirdo

he’a gonna blocked me

I’m gonna get banned from their concerts

“okey, at least he took it with humor, it could be worst, yeah” your own mind tried to calm you, but your heart keep going like you were being chase by a lion.

with trembling fingers, you picked your phone, opening instagram again, reading all the comments, some being positive and very funny, and some saying you were a creep, which was almost true.

the next hour was dedicated to reading comments on instagram and twitter until carol came to take you out of the venue, which usually take two hours, and after refreshing the discovery page on instagram and reposting a few stories from fans on your stories, you decided to check your inbox, a verified account catching your eyes immediately.

tylerrjoseph send you a message.

oh shit. shit. shit. shit

your phone flew away to the other couch, to afraid to open the message, your gaze frozen, looking at the phone like it was going to explote any minute from now. still debating between reading it or delete you entire account, you grabbed your phone and opened the message with your eyes closed.

tylerrjoseph hi! great concert, favorite song was cherry:)

oh, not as bad as you thought, still a little embarrassing.

yourusername oh my god i’m sososo sorry about that, i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that. thank u for going to the show, you are truly an inspiration and i’m so honored that you listen to what i sing, again i’m sorry

tylerrjoseph dont worry at all! im flattered, i truly am, thank you for dedicate a minute of your show to talk about me

yourusername i could spend all day talking about you!

yourusername again, weird, sorry about that, i mean its nothing! you are such a talented person, truly!

tylerrjoseph you’re funny, we should talk some time, like about music and stuff, or anything really, if you would like that, no pressure:)

“tyler freaking joseph wants to talk to me” that sentence keep repeating over and over, making you squeeze your phone a little more tighter than usual.

yourusername of course!

to excited, toned it down.

yourusername i mean, we can do that, i have some time off in a couple of days actually

much better.

tylerrjoseph awesome, you cant send me your schedule and i can work around it

tylerrjoseph also im still waiting for those fanfic recommendations;)

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hello! I've been a quiet reader for some time now, and first, let me say that I love your writing! it's so entertaining and fun to read that every time i read it just make my day better, props to you!!

Been thinking, how might the cast react to a friend M!MC that out of the blue gives them a kiss on the forehead as his first romantic approach? I just imagine that MC couldn't contain his adoration and love feelings for them anymore and just went for it.

If it picks your interest i would love to see what you came out with! Hope you're having a great day😁😁

A/N: love me some cute ass prompts ❤️💞❤️

HLC REACT TO M!MC KISSING THEIR FOREHEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME

MC struggles to express his emotions, to put it lightly. He could be pretty quiet and stoic on the outside while having a full spectrum of color for emotions on the inside. He's been internally arguing with himself for a while how to tell his friend that he wanted the relationship to be something more. This could sometimes leave him staring at them for uncomfortable periods of time. His best friend didn't even have time to ask if he was okay before he got up from his seat, kissed them on the forehead and walked away, red as a cherry.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He actually drops the book he's holding. He sputters for a moment before running after MC. "Hey, wait! You can't just do that and walk away!"

OMINIS GAUNT: He startles a little and feels his forehead. He's never received a kiss in his life, he doesn't know what that feels like. "Wha-...what?" Is all he can manage to say as he tries to process what just happened.

ANNE SALLOW: She watches MC walk away in shock. Her cheeks slowly tingle pink as she tries to connect the dots on what this could mean. MC will have to come back around again eventually. Maybe she can return the favor.

IMELDA REYES: "Hey!" She wipes her forehead with her sleeve. "Weirdo..." She says to herself and goes back to what she was doing before the kiss interrupted her. She fights a smile that keeps sneaking its way into her face.

NATSAI ONAI: She makes a small noise in surprise and immediately marches after MC when he tries to escape. She grabs his hand. "Not so fast! What was that about?" MC can't get away with it with her.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Doesn't react for a solid two minutes after MC smooches him. Then he freezes. Touches his forehead. Turns red as a beet. Screams.

LEANDER PREWETT: "What the-???" He immediately turns red and stutters as MC walks off. He's sent reeling for the next six hours about what this could mean.

AMIT THAKKAR: He's too stunned to speak. He just sits there, quill mid note taking, slowly turning shades of maroon. The kiss plays over and over in his memory. He'll never forget it.

EVERETT CLOPTON: His heart is beating so fast it could explode. He runs off after MC shouting at him. "WAIT! Tell me what this means!!"

POPPY SWEETING: MC has to bend down pretty far to get to her forehead. This gives her enough time to react to his movement. "What are you doing?" She moves away and watches his body language. He's embarrassed, caught in the act. "If you wanted to kiss me...all you had to do was ask." She grabs his face and kisses him first right on the lips.

[radioisntdead]

Buon giorno or Buona notte dearest!!

I have another request heheheh

Think of this : Angel and the gang go out for another trust exercise, and they see an add for one if m!readers concerts.

Since Angel is a fan, he asks to go with the group as a bonding experience, which Charlie says yes too

They go together, and m!reader is getting ready, when they see Angel and think he's quite cute, not knowing him from his ahem, works and they sing a love song (Heavy metal lover by Lady Gaga) and Angel almost has a heart attack.

(It's mostly the ; 'I could be your girl,girl,girl' part that I get inspired from)

At some point Val starts being a weirdo, and then m!reader publicly shits on him in front of their entire audience, and he leaves after getting taken away by a few of m!readers fans

And it ends happily ever after with them together forever :D

(Readers music vibe is like odetari, ayesha erotica, asteria, etc)

If you could do this, it would make my summer!!

Love

-XIN🌹💝

Good evening my dearest Xin! I had so much fun writing this, my apologies it took awhile to write but I hope you enjoy it!

Backstage passes

Angel dust x M! Reader

Warnings: Valentino gets ripped apart, literally. Reader is low-key like the dazzlings from MLP, also I imagine the reader died via Bell accident like that evil dude from Disney's coco

Song used [I listened to this song so much while writing that it actually made me sick LMAO]

You appeared in hell overnight after dying from an unfortunate and totally not planned stage accident, involving a bell, everything you had worked so hard for gone within a mere moment.

Filled with rage and the confidence of someone desperate to thrive in the spotlight, you began to conquer the music scene of hell.

You climbed the ranks and crushed those beneath you, if you weren't so focused on gaining fame instead of plain ol' power you'd give a couple of overlords a good run for their money.

You captured the attention of hell's finest, sinners and hellborn alike wanted to book you for their events, concerts were sold out within seconds, stan accounts on hell's Twitter servers would beef with those who opposed you, music edits were made of you, memes and clips, mildly disturbing fanfiction was written, you were an icon.

Along with catching the attention of hell's finest, you gained Angel dust as a fan.

Your music would be playing in the clubs he went to, sometimes played during his drag shows, he'd use it as background for whatever thoughts he disassociated away to whenever Valentino was having his way, or he'd just listen to your music when he was alone.

And so when Charlie somehow managed to get the entire hotel front row tickets to your show after he mentioned it's make a good group exercise, he was ecstatic!

The group waited outside, Charlie and Vaggie were trying to secure a place for them in line, Alastor would rather died again then attend so his ticket went to Cherri, Husk had found the bar, Niffty was terrorizing some sinners by cleaning, Sir Pentious was... Sir Pentious-ing Cherri bomb, and that left Angel dust to wonder around until the show began, stumbling into a nearby store to grab some snacks.

You on the other hand sneaked out to go to the convenience store near by the concert venue in full performance outfit covered by an oversized coat and hood just to grab a slushie and a light snack because with all the dancing you were going to be doing, you couldn't do on a empty stomach but not a too full one or you'd puke!

And that's where you saw him, purchasing a couple of things.

You had a little thing for cute things, and Angel dust seemed to fall into that category, for you anyways, for most of hell's people, they usually tended to put him into a more... Exploitive one,

It wouldn't hurt for you to make one of your people drop off a couple of backstage passes for that spider, after your show right?

Or better yet maybe you could do it yourself?

The concert venue was filled with sinners and hellborn alike from all types of backgrounds, all there to see you perform.

Including a couple of overlords.

Angel's eyes bounced around the stage waiting for your arrival.

Soon enough the bright lights dimmed and more colorful ones took their place.

Lights, smoke, action.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

It was starting.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover

You came up from a platform under the stage smoke coming out with you as the music began, microphone in hand, and eyes closed shut.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Your eyes shot open as you began to move, background dancers were moving in sync, all eyes were on you.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Dressed in black and neons you practically glowed in the dark atmosphere,

"I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south," your voice rang out throughout the venue causing some members of the audience to scream out your name.

You struggled to hold back a filthy grin.

"Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy pout," you walked out onto the stage front and center, lights following you in all your leather-y glory, the backstage passes in your sleeve crinkled.

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better," Angel dust's eyes were locked onto you much like everyone's else's, like they were hypnotized.

"Why river with a pair? Let's have a full house of leather," Oh how you adored being the center of attention, you looked at the crowd, eyes glancing over everyone, a mild shiver of disgust went through you when you accidentally locked eyes with what looked to be a grape flavored moth.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You quickly moved your eyes away to continue looking for a certain spider, honestly your attachment to see a sinner you only saw for five seconds tops in a convenience store was interesting.

What was even more interesting was your ability to avoid the explicit ads for the films he did, seriously they were everywhere in hell! Including said convenience store!

"Heavy metal lover,"

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

As you walked across the stage you kept your eyes on the audience,

Searching..

Searching..

And you found him!

Right in the front row, how did you not see him before?

"Dirty pony, I can't wait to hose you down," your eyes locked on him as his locked on yours.

Did that count as a horrible, HORRIBLE pickup line or was that just poorly timed?

"You've got to earn your leather in this part of town," it seems someone hadn't seen the poison music video! You flared out your own leather jacket, the shiny gems on it sparkling in the dark.

"Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels," you winked at him before turning on your heel as your background dancers circled around you with all sorts of dancing.

"Let's raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble,"

You danced and your background dancers mimicked in perfect coordination.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

You began strutting to the center of the stage.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You leaned down and went into what I can only describe as a sensual army crawl but without relying on your elbows to crawl.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You moved towards Angel dust.

"Heavy metal lover,"

You reached out an arm towards him, gently tugging on his bowtie to pull him closer to the stage, once he was close enough you touched his face, his eyes were wide and his heart was nearly pounding out of his fluffy spider chest, you his all time favorite singer was touching his face.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,"

Within seconds you moved your arm just enough to loosen the backstage passes from your sleeve and have them fall into your hand.

"But would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

You tucked the tickets into the front of his shirt where his chest fluff was located, being careful not to accidently grope the spider.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You gave a wink before flipping yourself onto your back and throwing yourself up and strutting back to the middle of the stage as your performers danced around you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Unfortunately a certain moth witnessed your little flirt, with his best pornstar? He didn't think so.

Without alerting the other two Vees who were actually focused on the show itself he marched his way through the crowd.

Heavy metal lover

"Whip me, slap me, punk funk, New York clubbers, bump drunk,"

Shoving audience members to the side, causing some to crash into each other and tumble like dominoes, grabbing the attention of others.

"Bud Light, liquors, bar slam, move it, this is your jam"

Of course that caught your attention, and you didn't appreciate someone stepping out and stealing the attention that belonged to you! That you deserved and worked so hard for!

"Wash the night with St. Jameson, Like a baptism, heavy metal lovers play,"

You took a couple of steps towards the side of the stage where he was.

"Baby, we were born this way''

"Uh oh, it seems a shiny headed purple man is trying to wreck the show! We can't exactly have that now can we?"

You could barely hear whatever words he was saying, in your prospective it was like a grape yappin' away.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

With a wave of your hand the crowd grabbed onto him, lifting him up and pulling him through, landing him in the cannibal section.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Grabbing onto his limbs and pulling them apart, teeth were sunk into him pulling at his purple flesh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Attention was back on you, as it should be.

No one paid mind to Valentino's screams as if they couldn't hear it or as if it wasn't happening at all, completely and utterly enamoured with you and your music.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Neither of the Vee's would notice he was gone until hours after the show, no one would notice the blood scattered on the floor until late at night when they were cleaning up the messes, and no one would know what exactly happened to him until he eventually respawn, having lost everything.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

What a scary power you possessed, even if you didn't completely realize you had it.

But that wasn't the focus here, because as if nothing ever happened you went back to flirting with Angel dust from the stage.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, but would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

Eventually the show would end, and you'd wait anxiously backstage until that spider came, cashing in that backstage pass you shamelessly gave him from the stage, followed by the princess of hell herself moments later trying to get you to join her hotel.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

And what else could you do then accept her invitation to join her little hazbin hotel, although you were anything but a hazbin.

And if you did manage to get past the pearly gates, you already had earth and hell alike in a chokehold, imagine what you'd accomplish if you performed in heaven?

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

It was a good chance to get to know Angel dust as well, the two of you would go from friends to something more.

Heavy metal lover

Friends to lovers was such a a underrated trope wasn't it?

Heavy metal lover

It wouldn't hurt to lean a little more into romantic songs, especially if you went the more cheesy route and played for Angel alone.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

You couldn't wait for the chance to shamelessly flirt with him while you were on stage again.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! I know my posting schedule has been a little wonky [side eyeing the Wednesday angst being posted on Thursdays] my bad, there's some personal stuff going on, plus I've been feeling a little sick but hopefully everything will be a little more organized this week! As always thank you for tuning on in, goodnight!

[unp0pularl0nerkid]

In Another Dimension Part 5. (Final Part)

Link to Part 4.

After taking a second to get your drunk thoughts in control, what’s next?

After a moment you groan and lay your head on your knees. “Oh my gosh, im so dumb I can’t believe I just did this. You definitely don’t like me now you probably think im a weirdo who can’t control her liquor” you say, voice wobbly and frowning. “It’s okay, it’s happens to the best of us. And I still like you sunshine, trust me, I don’t think that’s something I could just shy away from so easily.” He says with a chuckle. “Why do you call me sunshine?” You ask softly. He takes a seat beside you and contemplates his answer. “Maybe it’s because of the way your skin glows in the sun? Or maybe it’s the way your face lights up when you’re eating sweets? Maybe it’s because that look of determination you get, makes your eyes look hazy like a sunset.” He whispered. “If you got to do something other than run your company what would you do?” You ask looking at him. “I would be a teacher, for high school kids. I know I can’t change what happened but maybe I could impact someone else’s life.” He says looking towards the night sky. “What do you want to do when you graduate?” He asks. “I want to be a vet. One day, me and suguru were on FaceTime and I saw a black cat staring right at me. Like he was trying to tell me something. I showed suguru and said it looked like him and he said maybe that is him, just from another dimension watching over me. So, I took the cat in and did everything I could. But, by the time I figured out it had cancer, it was too late. It had died. I cried so hard and Suguru told me that, me taking in that cat, allowed him to live the best life and have the greatest chance at life. I want to do that for other animals too, like my sugu.” I said a slow tear falling. “You’re an amazing person, and suguru was a proud brother, I know it.” He spoke. You mumble a thank you and fall asleep on his shoulder. He moves your hair out of the way before texting shoko and asking if she could change you into one of his t-shirts.

When you wake up, you’re met with the meanest hangover ever, and you suddenly feel the weight of arms around you. You’re met with a slightly pale chest and the white hair of the boy, you’ve come to know and love. AH!, You think, internally freaking out. You begin to try to maneuver your way from on top of satoru but his arms wrap around you and pull you closer. “Did we-“ you pause, eyes widening. “No, and shoko changed you” he mumbled pulling you back down. Instead of fighting like you normally would, you find yourself comfortable and not revolted and allow sleep to take over. The next time you wake up, satoru is gone and you go into the kitchen to see him making pancakes. “Want some?” He asks. “Sure. I’ll get the strawberry” you say going over to the fridge. “And blueberries” he adds. “Yeah, whatever” you mumble. While yall were eating breakfast. Satoru is the one to break the silence. “I have a place that I want to show you. So get dressed and meet me back here” He says, scrolling on his phone. A place? You think. “What kind of place? Are you trying to kill me” You tease. “Hush. It’s a surprise” He says smiling.

The drive there is quiet, it’s not an awkward silence but somewhat comforting. The place that we pull up to is a beautiful spot that is surrounded by cherry blossoms and weeping willows. Once he leads you down there, you notice a grave that has Suguru Geto on it with the words best friend and beloved brother below it. And some carved and painted a white and black beta fish. “This is a place that I discovered with Suguru. We were in high school and so bored, so we just went exploring until we found this. We always went here to think, even if we didn’t say what was on our minds we just sat here.” He said pausing. “I know Suguru didnt want a funeral, but I wanted him to be at peace with the fact that he would have somewhere on earth to go. To come back and visit or whatever spirits do.” He said forcing a chuckle. When he turns to face you, tears are flowing down your face and you’ve picked up some summer snowflakes, a flower that reminds you of suguru a lot. A sad hue to them (the slight bend) but a pure soul (the white color) and it always pokes out in whatever crowd. You take the flowers and lay it down next to it.

After some silence, Satoru takes your hand and leads you to the little bridge near the pond. At first he sits, taking his shoes off and lets them dangle, and you do the same. “Sometimes, I wonder if I could have saved him? Y’know. Life what if I had been paying more attention to him and noticed it. What if the roles were switched, and I could take all of his pain and make it my own. That way he would still be here in his life. I feel like sometimes im trying to take over his life. Like he would hate me, if he really got to know me” You spoke, tears falling as you look into the distance. “I think, no I know, that Suguru was the type of person that always hid his pain. He’s always had this aura like something had been luring and weighing him down but he kept going. I noticed it but we never spoke about it. I always just went with distraction instead of communication. So if anything, it would have been me who could’ve saved him. I was his bestfrined for years and somehow I just never noticed? What the fuck” Satoru mumbled, more to himself than me. “I think that he wouldn’t want us to speak like this. We can both agree that suguru, even if he felt like he wasn’t, was selfless. He bared the burden of himself in order to spare the effect it would have on others. “I used to tell him that in another dimension things would be different.” You chuckled. “He would ask why I think like that instead of just thinking about the present. But I think, he felt like his end was near in every dimension.” You said. “The reason why you see the beta fish everywhere is from a conversation we had years ago. Id made him take a stupid quiz about which animal he’d be in another life. We both got wolves, but he joked and said I would be a puppy. Then I told him that in another world, wed be fish who swim around eachother and balance our life like yin and yang. Maybe he knew that in any world, balance comes at the cost of something. I guess in this one it was him.” He whispered.

“Do you remember what happened when you were drunk?” He asks, looking over at you.” “Not even a little” you smiled sheepishly. So he tells you. About how yall had a talk and the flirt, and making out with toji, all of it. “Oh my gosh, kill me now” you groan in your hands. “It’s okay, I always knew you’d fall for my boyish charms” He grins with a wink. “As if!” You say pushing him. But the bridge was only so big, and Satoru toppled into the clear koi fish water. Laughing so hard you’re literally crying, Satoru finally comes up for air. He immeidnatly drags you in with him. When you both come up, and his hands being on your waist., All yall are left to do is stare at eachithers lips before you lean in a kiss him, he obviously lets you. Until you realize what you’ve done and try to back away. His hands gripping your waist tighter. “Im in love with you, sunshine.” He says. “Why? How?” You blurt out. “You’re amazing, you don’t back down from challenges, you fluster and look so cute. You’re always determined and hardworking, you’re competitive and you match my sweetooth. You put up with me even Im the biggest pain in the ass..I can’ keep going if you want.” He says and you chuckle. “In a room full of candy, you’re the sweet treat I’d choose” You say and you both end up laughing. “But for real, Im in love with you too, Toru” You say. “Why do you call me sunshine?” You ask. “Because of the way you light up my world. It’s how I know, in any dimension or world, I will always find you and you will always be mine.” He said. And you both just looked out into the sky. You never spoke it but you swear, whether it was in another dimension or maybe another world, you both see Sugurus smiling face right by his grave.

The end! I hope that you like it! I feel like this was a bit iffy from the start but honestly i loved the little talks, it was like a comfort hug

The Final Aesthetics: ——->

[ilyasorokinn]

congrats again taylor :) can i request number 36 (“because i fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”) from the dialogue promt list with frank castle?

UNEXPECTED PLANS

this is my first frankie piece, so i hope i do him justice.

36. "because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” (from this prompt list, fluff)

tw: police

you had everything under control. everything was going perfectly fine. you had planned it all out and gone over the plan a thousand times before you exacted it.

you were going to break in, take what was stolen from you by the police, and get the hell out. but of course, nothing went according to plan.

due to a big crime bust, the police station was booming and everyone and their mother was there. so, you had to change your plans. you used the busyness in your favor and walked into the station with a group of people.

you broke away from them and turned down the hallway where you knew all the evidence and stolen items were. you swiped the stolen card and got into the room.

but apparently, another cop had the same idea as you. he caught you snooping through the bins, searching for your stolen item. you were put through the system and locked in a cell with all the other weirdos and creeps.

"do i, at last, get a phone call?" you asked.

"no, shut up." the cop on watch snapped.

"pretty pretty please? with a cherry on top?" you begged, flashing him a smile.

he sighed, rolling his eyes, "fine, but no funny business." he unlocked the door and led you over to a phone, hovering over you as you dialed.

it rang and rang and you were scared for a moment that he wouldn't pick up. when he finally answered, you didn't even let him get a word in, "is this castiglione pizza?" whenever either of you was in trouble, you had a code. castiglione pizza was the fake company you used to tell the others you were in trouble.

"yes, it is. how can i help you?" frank asked.

""yeah, "i'd like to order a medium pie," you answered, glancing up at the police officer who was suddenly interested elsewhere.

you heard him groan, "what'd you this time?"

"no toppings." although no one was looking, that didn't mean no wasn't listening.

"all right, i'll come pick you up." he sighed, "and where would you like this delivery?" you rattled off the address of the police station, "what the hell are you doing out there?"

"please deliver it quick, i'm pretty hungry," you begged.

"all right, all right, i'm comin'." he heard his keys jingle from the other end, "hang tight." you set the phone back on the receiver and looked up at the officer.

"you use your phone call for pizza? really? would've expected a call to get someone to pick you up."

"i heard the other officers talking. probably won't be getting released any time soon, i decided to use my one call for something useful."

"smart girl."

"that's what i've been told you." you nodded. he led you back down to the cell. you took a seat on the ground and waited. knowing where frank was and where he lived, he probably wouldn't be there for 20 minutes.

about 20 minutes, you heard commotion from the bullpen then quick footsteps coming down the hall to where the cell is, "y/n?" you heard frank call out.

"frankie?" you asked.

"what the hell did you do?" he asked, quickly trying to unlock the big gate.

"oh, ya know, getting my stuff they stole back." you shrugged.

"geez." he shook his head, finally getting the door unlocked. once it was opened, he shoved it out of the way and you wrapped your arms around him, "all right, we gotta go before someone notices that every single prisoner in here is gone."

you turned around and saw everyone in the cell was now gone and running to the back door, "let's go." you followed after them and took the back door entrance.

once back at his apartment, you were ready for bed and waiting for him. he came out of the bathroom and noticed you sitting on his bed, "what's up?"

"thanks for coming to get me. i'm sure you had other things to do."

"nothing as important as you." you smiled, which made him smile.

"why'd you do it though? why'd you drop everything for me?"

"because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” your eyes widened, which frank didn't take as a good sign, "oh, god." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "you know what? forget i said anything."

"i fell for you, too." you cut him off.

"are you just saying that? because that's just a mean joke."

"no, i'm not just saying that. i mean it." you stated.

"awesome," he smirked, hopping into bed next to you, turning off the light, then throwing an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

"wait, aren't we gonna talk about it?"

"the way i see it, things are very easy. you like me, i like you, we're together." he shrugged.

"okay, caveman." you laughed.

taylor's 2.5k celly!

[shirogane-oushirou]

OMG RO HAPPY ANNIVERSARY WAJFEKAHFEKE ;-; take this as an opportunity to gush if you want!! <333

KJNASDKJN THANK YOU NICK!!! technically i messed up yesterday, it's actually tomorrow kjsndfjkn, but i started the gif and art reblogging early bc i've collected so many lmao ;; i'm the only oushirou gif-maker and people WILL see my boy!!!!!

i was going to gush on my anniversary art post, but you've handed me a golden opportunity to do it here. you will regret this. :3c 💞

[cw quick mention of a scene where he's called a slur]

oushirou's been my most beloved, specialest, best boy since my first year in college. i was working my way through the games, and i saw his profile in some artbook scans, and i went... who the FUCK is this guy??? KAJSNKDJN. i hated his design so much; it didn't fit with the rest of the series's designs.

but he immediately won me over as a side character in the pc game, and then i was Doomed the second i booted up to play the PSP port with the added oushirou route (our 13yr anniversary is the day i started posting about playing his route lol). i became The Oushirou Guy™ in the eng fandom from that point on ;; and, of course, now i'm like "i need MORE characters who look like this guy, RIGHT NEOW" kjsnfkjn.

and then a year later -- 12 years ago tomorrow -- the last game released AND, FINALLY, he had his own karedanna cd! a fandom friend sent a rip to myself and my also-oushirou-lover friend, as we were waiting for ours to ship... and he proposes in it. my friend and i both made this day the wedding anniversary in commemoration. i even have some ancient joke art i made on the release day itself LMAO

i love him so much more than i think i let on; ren's my main right now, so that's what people know me for, but oushirou really is The Blueprint for me.

he's so self-driven. he could have lived a cushy, comfortable life following the family trade as a western fortune teller, but he would rather throw that -- and an unealthy relationship with his family -- away so he could follow his dreams of being a photographer and journalist.

and he's loyal. after his life is saved by another student (kazuki), and he realizes kazuki will be held back due to spending too many days recovering from the injuries he incurred, he makes sure he's also held back a year so he can play as kazuki's right-hand-man during the remainder of their time at seigetsu academy.

also like... ngl, him being a scorpio is like 👀 he's a freak like me LMAOOOO we can be like "every zodiac girlie hates our pussiessss" together. 💖

oh. and then of course he's the Ambiguously Queer Character of the series. he's a little fruity w it in general, he loves crossdressing, he's flirty with kazuki, homare, and shiki, he's stated outright that his love for kazuki and tsukiko are equal and he can't decide between them, and his fashion sense is just a little cherry on top ksjdnfk.

ugh. honeybee's just itching to call him a slur i s2g.... wait omg wait they actually had some one-off characters call him a slur in his first route KJASNDKDJNSDFKJN WAIT???????? I JUST REMEMBERED??????? it was one of the first scenes i translated from his route i'm lksnfkns oh my fucking god. and everything since then has been like. doubling down without actually calling him anything. crying omg ksjdnfkjns.

ANYWAY. just a year ago, he was the character everybody associated me with, only beaten out once ren appeared. even my art username is based on him (zerofoursix -> 0-4-6 -> o-shi-ro -> oushirou). he's pulled me through so many things, from shitty college experiences to my health issues... to even being part of the reason why i picked art back up after i took a 5-6yr hiatus due to art school burnout. ;;

i love him so so much, forever and ever, my beloved hentai sentai red*, my adhd king, my most skilled f/o by a LONG shot**, my scorpio twin, my misunderstood weirdo... he's Everything to me 😭💗

* think i've posted about it once before, but it's a running joke that he's a sentai hero who regularly saves tsukiko from creeps in his AW route ;;

** photographer, journalist, multilingual, fashion-forward, western fortune teller, super emotionally intelligent... i could go on. the guy hides SO MUCH of his power level around others.

[mutifandomlover]

30 DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE.

Day 8:Write about finding a new hobby.

From:@creativepromptsforwriting.

Title:Killing Time.

Ryuji Rylan was sitting on his bed in his bedroom. He hadn't been able to leave his room ever since he got into that accident. It paralyzed most of his body with the exception of his head and hands. He couldn't do all the things that he used to do, like riding his scooter or playing jump rope. Ryuji was bored out of his mind. He didn't want to stay in bed all day.

One day, his brother came in with something in his bag.

"Hey Ryuji."

"Hi Enzan."

"How was your day?"

"Boring."

"Of course it was."

"There's nothing to do!"

"I can't do anything I like!"

"I wanna go out on my scooter!"

"Hey, you know you can't because you can't move your legs."

"Whatever."

Enzan pulled a book out from his bag.

"I was looking through the library today and found something that you might like."

"A book?"

"Bleh!"

"Books are for nerds!"

Enzan just chuckled at his little brother and ruffled his hair.

"It's about a group of people that are living in a mansion for a certain amount of time."

"That sounds boring!"

"They are forced to participate in a game where there's a chance that someone could die."

"Are you making that up?"

"Nope."

"You want me to read it to you?"

"I'm not a little kid Enzan."

"Yes you are, you're eight."

"I'm not that little."

"Enzan, I need your help with something!"

"Mom needs me."

"I'll leave this here in case you change your mind."

Enzan set the book down on the nightstand and went downstairs to help his mom. It took Ryuji about ten minutes to pick up the book. He began to read it. He couldn't put it down. He felt like he was in another world. When Enzan came back with Ryuji's dinner, he had already finished reading the book.

"I thought you said reading was for nerds."

"It was better than I thought it was."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, the main character is this boy named Echo and he meets all these interesting kids in the mansion."

Ryuji started ranting about the book while Enzan tried to feed him.

"Alright, stop before talking while eating you weirdo."

"Can I keep the book?"

"It's from the library, Ryuji. I have to return it next week."

"Please?"

"I'll see if I can find the same book for sale at the store, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Yay!"

Ever since that day until his disappearance, Ryuji read a lot of books with his big brother. A few days before Ryuji disappeared, Enzan brought him the first book that he read to him.

"It took awhile but I finally found it."

"Yay!"

"So, how about we read it together?"

"Okay!"

They read the book together over the weekend. Enzan came home after school to find that his brother was gone. He went and knocked on his sister, Sakura, bedroom door.

"What?"

"Where's Ryuji?"

"I don't know where the little rat is, ask mom and dad."

Enzan went downstairs to the living room where his mom and dad were.

"Hey mom, dad?"

"Yes son?"

"Where's Ryuji?"

"Your little brother?"

"Should I tell him or...?"

"Don't worry honey, I got this."

Enzan's mom grabbed her son's hands and led him to the couch. They sat down and Enzan braced himself for the worst.

"Your brother was taken to a very special camp for kids like him."

"What?"

"It's a great place, your brother will have lots of fun there!"

"So, he's not dead?"

"No, of course not sweetie!"

"We were going to tell you earlier, but we were running late to drop him off, and you were already at school, so we decided to wait."

"Can I visit him?"

"Sorry, kiddo, they don't accept visitors there."

"Strange policy but I guess it's for the kids safety in case someone tries to sneak in and cause trouble."

"Where is it?"

"It doesn't matter where he went."

Sakura stood behind the couch.

"All that matters is that he's gone now, he's no longer a burden to us, right dad?"

"You bet my little cherry blossom."

Enzan just stared at his dad and sister in shock. He knew his sister was always rude to Ryuji, but he never thought that his dad would say things like that about him.

"The burden on our chest is gone, and we can rest easily knowing that he'll be the happiest kid on earth."

"What about his room."

"I say we burn his stuff."

"No!"

"Now, Sakura, we will not be burning things in this house."

"Enzan can choose what to do with Ryuji's room and stuff since he got most of it for him."

"I...I think I'll turn it into a library and a work-study for me."

"Nice idea kiddo!"

"We'll leave you to it."

Enzan went up to his brother's room and sat down next to the bed before breaking down in tears. He spent all that time with Ryuji just for them to take him away from him. He knew something was wrong with their story. He kept hearing his brother's voice in the back of his head. One day, he saw him sitting on the bed, reading his favorite book. When Enzan went to touch him, he disappeared. His spirit was here, and he wanted to talk to him, but he didn't know how. He knew someone who did, though. He went to the Paranormal Investigator club that was at his school to find the club leader. She was the only one who could help him. He needed to know the truth about his brother. He needed to know what happened to him.

[rinsoap]

˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big inarizaki three's favourite artists! (remastered)

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. atsumu miya. osamu miya.

note : HEYYY IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE LMFAO my bad y'all... i'm hyperfixated on haikyuu again + i've been real fixated on music 4 the past year so i thought i should revisit this lol

SUNA RINTARO:

!!? of course he likes playboi carti. who do u think he is?! he found most of his favourite artists from tiktok or his friends and the one exception is playboi carti. he's BEEN a fan since his self titled debut album. he's so annoying about disliking carti's new era. def went as vamp carti for halloween. he was really into the corny ass opium aesthetic when it first became popular until his friends had to tell him it wasn't hard 😭 once he discovered real alternative like metal, he chilled out lol.

his favourite songs by playboi carti are:

★ lean 4 real (ft skepta) on the die lit album.

★ flex on the playboi carti album.

★ not pLaying on the whole lotta red album.

!!? i still believe he's a kpop fan and his favourite group is new jeans. don't talk to me. he loves all that melodic kpop like bibi and IU. don't worry though, he's not a weirdo about it, he just loves the mv lore. he's watched the ditto mv a hundred times over and TRUST the new ep had him geeked. he even has a stan twitter account but it's private and only the miya twins and iwaizumi are following it YES him and iwa r bffs YES iwa put him on most of favourite artists

his favourite songs by new jeans are:

★ get up on the newjeans 2nd EP 'get up'.

★ right now on the supernatural EP.

★ attention on the newjeans 1st EP 'new jeans'.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: LOOP (ft lil cherry) by yves. jennifer's body by ken carson. be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones. true romance by pinkpantheresss. I THINK by tyler, the creator.

OSAMU MIYA:

!!? he's been into metal since forever. he's the coolest deftones fan as in he's not fucking annoying about 🙏 he likes a lot of alt rock he might even be an honourary goth. he's still mad at anthony fantano for only rating koi no yokan a 6/10. has a big around the fur poster in his room that definitely has scared atsumu when he gets up in the middle of the night.

his favourite songs by deftones are:

★ 7 words on the adrenaline album.

★ dai the flu on the around the fur album.

★ rx queen on the white pony album.

!!? average MF DOOM lover... he started listening to him after hearing him on the gta 5 radio him n suna n atsumu play all the time and he was immediately obsessed. the orgin story to him being rap snob. it's not as bad as it was for suna with carti but he's big into old school alternative/underground hiphop and to the right crowd it can come off dorky which is who he is at heart!!! but mostly it just comes off sooo pretentious lol. "did you know mm... food is an anagram of mf doom 🤓" they faces killing me why no one gaf 😭

his favourite songs by MF DOOM are:

★ raid on the madvillainy album.

★ vomitspit on the MM...FOOD album.

★ go with the flow on the operation: doomsday album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: survival tactics by joey bada$$. love will tear us apart by joy division. through the wire by kanye west. pretty by korn. you know how we do it by ice cube.

MIYA ATSUMU:

!!? ooh i just KNOW he's a brent faiyaz stan. look at his stupid face and then look me in my eyes and TELL ME he's not blasting larger than life 24/7. he loves stereotypical rnb him n oikawa will literally arrange cry sessions to ctrl by sza... but anyways. the way he turns into the most conceited and insufferable mf when he listens to brent's music must be studied... bro he'll turn on role model and start winking at himself in the mirror like SOMEONE STOP HIMMM

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are:

★ ALL MINE on the WASTELAND album.

★ upset on the larger than life album.

★ talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he loves his sexy rnb but he also lovesss his pop girlies and the bridge between that is doja cat. he's an og fan of course he was bumpin say so BEFORE it got big or so he says he's a big fan of the hiphop elements of her music. and ooh best believe he is LIVING for her scarlet era he is a demons defender till he dies. "you guys just didn't understand what she was going for" right..

his favourite songs by doja cat are:

★ bottom bitch on the hot pink album

★ go off on the scarlet album.

★ options (ft JID) on the planet her album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: never lose me (ft SZA and cardi b) by flo milli. espresso by sabrina carpenter. feels like summer by childish gambino. ex for a reason (with JT from city girls) by summer walker. mrs. officer by lil wayne.

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 11

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"Hey, hold on a minute; I've got a bone to pick with you." Randy remarked pulling away from the hug as you were still processing the fact he claimed he didn't call you. He gave you an accusing look. "I've been trying to call you for two damn days. Your parents are worried sick!" 

You closed your eyes and cursed under your breath once you realized. You completely forgot to call them the last few days and with everything that had happened; it was the last thing on your mind.

What were you supposed to say to your folks? 'Sorry, I've been keeping peace among two psychotic serial killers...Yeah, the ones that tried to kill me twice. We're trying to locate another killer that knows our identities...Oh, I got into my first high speed chase! It was like an action movie! I almost died! Anyways, love you and tell Cherri and Kitty I miss them!'

You opened your eyes with a cringe with Randy's hands still on your shoulders. 

Randy raised a brow at you. "They said you dropped off Cherri two days ago and claimed you were coming to see me. I had to lie and say 'Oh yeah, totally'...But you haven't answered anyone for days, YN! I called your house and then your cell phone. What the fuck is the point of a phone you have with you everywhere you go if you're not gonna answer it?" 

"Oh, shit!....I'm so sorry, my phones been dead." 

"...But you claimed I called you this morning?" 

"Yes! After a night of charging it. I just got the newer Nokia model, still trying to get used to it and I forgot." 

His brows turned up as he stared at you with concern. "But you told your parents you were seeing me two days ago?...It doesn't take two days to get from your place to here. I just got here two days ago and definitely didn't tell you yet." 

You cringed, feeling flushed and a nervous sweat on the nape of your neck. Trying to come up with a story in your head on the spot. 

Randy tilted his head at you. "YN...What's going on? Tell me." 

You scoffed with a nervous chuckle. "Nothing is going on!  I just wanted to take a scenic route and my phone was dead and when it wasn't I had no reception... That's all!" 

"...By yourself?" 

You felt yourself getting defensive. "Yeah, by myself. After everything I've gone through, I think I can handle a flat tire or some random weirdo while traveling." 

"YN...You haven't left your cabin in years and you're telling me you just got up and decided to go missing for a few days? Alone? And now you're claiming I called you this morning when I didn't?" He had a down right out fearful look on his face. "Are you...Are you using?" 

"What?" 

"Ya know; pills, coke, dope. Drugs, YN." He hissed, you saw him looking at your eyes. "I just saw Darcy in makeup with eyes the size of saucer plates and Fred in special effects taking pills like their candy. So don't lie to me; I'll know." 

You scrunched your face with a bewildered laugh as he stepped away from you a bit. "No Ray, I'm not on drugs." 

He stared at you. "I hate to drag our Woodsboro big bro into this but...Dewey said you uh...You were smoking weed in school-" 

You rolled your eyes with a bark of laughter. "Oh my God, I told him that was a bullshit story I used because I was being held hostage by Billy. Context!" 

His eyes widened. "...What?" 

You quieted your voice to tell him. "Yeah, he didn't tell you? They broke in, tried to kill me, I told them I was a part of the plan when I wasn't, gained their trust by getting rid of Dewey then called Dewey back when they left to hatch out the plan to take them down the following night...We know how that went." 

Randy blinked repeatedly. "It's been 5 years and I'm just hearing about this now...Because?-" 

"Because it's Dewey. Love him, but he tells little details that don't matter while leaving out major ones." 

"Uhh, you could have told me!" 

You gave him a dumbfounded stare. "Ray...You and I didn't talk for a whole week after your hospital visit and you cut me off at the memorial. And at Windsor you didn't want to talk to me about it and even now; you don't like to talk about it!...When the hell would I have told you that tiny freaking detail?" 

He cringed with a guilty expression. "Okay, fair enough." He shook his head with a scoff. "Okay, fine! If you're not on drugs then what the fuck is going on with you?!" 

"Nothing!"

"Then start making sense!" 

"I...I um-" 

You felt his blue eyes boring into you. You put on your shades as a bit of security while acting like it was the afternoon sun and not him staring straight at you for an answer you didn't have. 

You shrugged. "I...I just had to get away." 

"From what?" He quietly asked. "You are away. You live on a mountainside in the middle of nowhere. You're gonna be the witch living in the woods kids warn their friends about soon enough." 

You gave him a dirty look. "...AWAY away, Randy. I just…" 

It hit you. You quickly got out your phone. Load and behold, in your caller ID was multiple missed calls from Randy, your parents, even one from Dewey...But the one from this morning was an unknown number. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Wait a minute-" 

You scanned and saw Stu's phone call a few nights ago. You rolled your lips, saddened you couldn't use that as an excuse for a killer call without linking it to Stu. 

"YN! I'm talking to you-" 

You looked back up at him and snapped your phone shut. "Listen, I'm sorry. I see you did call me. It's been weird and I swear I'll tell you...Later. How long has it been since we hung out? Years. Out in public at least...Can me, you and Dewey meet up later? I'll tell you in private away from everything and everyone. " 

He looked dissatisfied but nodded. "Okay fine, let's go in and-" 

You gave a sheepish grin. "Um, I kind of got banned. John Milton doesn't like me." 

"Ooooh...That's right, you sued him." 

"I mean, I guess so. I sued Stab. The studio producer is more important than the director, right?" 

Randy nodded with a smirk and tsk of his tongue. "Oh yeah. If the director is the author of a book, the studio producer is the publisher...And you were one of the first to sue him and win. You majorly pissed in his cheerios." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, there's um...Stories about Milton I heard. Not the full story, just that he has a lot of enemies." He mumbled. "Do you need me to drive you or something?" 

"No thanks. I have my own car, Ray. It's how I got here." You smiled as Randy eyed you.

"YN, I just...You've been a hermit for 3 years." 

"More like 2 in a half...And I still go out for groceries and necessities." 

"Yeah, only for that. You've been attacked in the past and everyone knows who you are by name... This is a lot." He gestured to the bustling people and golf carts of tour guides and Stab advertising everywhere. "I'm worried about you. I would have never asked you to be here in general, let alone after Cotton." 

"I thought you said Cotton's death wasn't related to us?" 

"Well, maybe but you never know." 

"So,  I'm right-" 

"NO. But I'm just being cautious." He sighed and stared a moment. "...I just know that I just got here and security is relentless. Everyone is on edge and even detectives are scouting the area. I didn't realize they were taking it this seriously till I got here." 

"I promise I'll answer my phone from now on and we can all talk later. I'm leaving, I think...You're right, it's a little much-" You were cut off as you narrowly dodged a guy rushing in a mask. Your heart stopped a moment until you realized it was a random guy when he took it off. 

"Yeah, that's for the best." Randy gave, giving you an understanding smile as he also looked uneasy himself. "I'm mostly over it. The mask doesn't trigger me; Mrs. Loomis was a blur when she was stabbing me...But closed doors? FUCK NO. I refuse to go near cars or closed doors, even on set." 

"I don't blame you." You gave him a smile. "They did warn us as kids about creepy white vans." 

"Yeah, but they didn't tell us a knife wielding maniac was in them!" 

"Horror movie rules! Duh!" 

"I followed the rules, dweeb!...Except uh…-" 

"Getting away from the group?" You gave. 

"Yeah, yeah. Broad daylight in public, who knew? If that tells us anything; no one is completely safe." 

He pointed at you as he walked backwards. "Anyways, I expect a damn good answer tonight. You're paying my dinner-" 

"For what?" 

He laughed. "You owe compensation for worrying about your ass." He yelped when he walked into someone before apologizing with a sheepish grin.

You laughed once you realized he was fine. "How about you watch where you're walking, Seth?" 

He faltered but saved himself with a come back. "And have you checking me out as I leave? I don't think so." He grinned at you as you lowered your shades to show him you were rolling your eyes.

"In your dreams...Besides, you'd rather a girl check out the front?" You mocked as he jokingly covered himself with his hands.

"Not on my watch, at least buy me dinner before you treat me like a piece of meat…Drive safe, Mistress. And I'll see you at dinner tonight." 

You blushed as people looked at him and you. 

"Shut up and cut it out, you fucking doofus!" You hissed as he kept walking. Covering your face and praying people knew he was joking. 

He shrugged with a smirk as he pretended he didn't hear you before walking normally. You sighed heavily as he got a ways away and waved at you. 

"I'm gonna hit him one day. Idiot." You mumbled to yourself with a small smirk as you started walking back to where you hoped Billy and Stu still were.

You turned just to run right into them. They scared you as you released a sharp gasp.

"GOD!...What the hell?! Where were you?!" 

"Behind the giant killer." Stu pointed to a tourist ghostface you could take pictures with. Knife high up in the air and a mask. You shivered, not seeing it until now.

You stared a moment in discomfort. "....I agree with Billy. I can't wait to leave." You mumbled, eyes on that awful giant 8 foot tall figurine that was your nightmare fuel. 

Billy kept watching Randy leave. "I feel like I'm in a Twilight Zone. You know, the episode where everyone finds the pretty girl ugly and the rest look like pigs? Something like that...What the fuck-" He muttered with a bewildered expression. "I need to go back to my boring town. Soon. Where things make sense." 

Stu gave you an outraged look. "What the hell was that?!" 

"What?" 

Stu flung his arm out in exasperation.  "That! Mistress? Checking out his junk? Gripping onto his new beefed up arms every chance you got." He glared at you.

Billy smirked at him. "What's wrong, Stu? Jealous your girl has a guy on the side?" 

"Oh, you're not?! The guy you made fun of has a job teen you would have killed for on a horror movie set, has muscles now, he has that new hair-" 

"You checking him out or what?" Billy quipped.

"Man, I'm not checking him out, I don't swing that way! I just got eyes. Come on! He is hanging all over a girl you were willing to kill for in High School...And you're not a little threatened by that? In denial, man. You're more jealous than I am; you're just deflecting." 

"Denial is becoming a common thing around here." You whispered to yourself as they argued. 

"I am not, you fucking lunatic. I could care less about YN or who she's with. And Meek is like a tech guy on here. That's the bottom of the barrel for a horror movie job."

You gave them both a disgusted look. "You're both screwed up in the head. He's a friend! I told you, we joke. It grosses both of us out so we do it to embarrass each other. Why do you think it's so over the top? Because we're kidding." You glared at Billy. "And I'm no one's 'girl' and I'm not fucking him or anyone in this general phascinaty. Hint, hint: Including Stu; no matter what smoke he's blowing up your ass." 

You walked away and Stu followed, ranting behind you. "Oh, you're so grossed out with your hands on his chest and his arms wrapped around you!? Please! Guys aren't that touchy or nice unless they want in your pants! Chicks aren't joking with guys either unless she sees him as an opportunity for a relationship, money, or bragging rights to bring back home or to show up her female friends!" 

You shook your head. "I REALLY wish you took a feminist class at Windsor. Just to pass the time. One Women's Study sit in... And would you stop being so dramatic and making a scene?" You scolded and lowered your voice, adjusting your shades as you walked.

"I'm not making a scene! Just a little pissed your buddies with a guy that's clearly into you and you're too naive to see it! Oh, but I'm the bad guy for flirting with you but you have no problem doing it with Ray!" 

"Because Ray doesn't have an ulterior motive!" 

"God, you're so naive." Stu huffed out. 

You added as you walked. "Oh you're right! I forgot! I'm a stupid female that gets giggly at every guy that flirts with me. I just instantly fall in love and spread my legs the second a guy wants me…" You glared daggers at him and flipped him off. "Get real, Stu. I know it's hard to comprehend I'm a person with boundaries; but I am. If someone wants me, the only way they'll get me is if I want them back. Bad news for you, huh?" 

Stu fumbled with a scrunched face as Billy raised his brows in mild amusement at you both arguing;  him excluded for a change. 

You turned to him to stop walking. "Listen, Stu. I don't have to explain myself to anyone. And if you do something to Randy out of jealousy-" 

Billy cut you off. "Good idea. If something happens to Meeks, we know it's Stu doing all this and we can kill him and be on our way." 

Stu rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm not doing anything." 

"Then stop being suspicious! Nothing screams 'I did it' than jealousy in a horror movie." You informed. 

Billy rolled his head to crack his neck. "This has been fun but I'm going to go to that hotdog booth down there-" He pointed a block away that a bunch of tourists were at. "While you both blow hot air." 

"Hey, get me...Or not...Jerk." You muttered as he was already walking away and not hearing you. 

Stu blocked your view of him, folding his arms and looking down at you with a pouting glare. You sighed, already sick of his bullshit. 

"Look, Sweetcheeks. I'm not saying you're with him but maybe you want to be or he is weaseling-" 

"St- DENNIS." You corrected as a bunch of people walked by. "Now is not the time. Besides, even if I was...What's it matter? I'm not with you! If I wanted to get wwiitthhh-"

 You went point but it landed on an old man with a walker, then a guy with hotdog sauce on him before finally your finger pointed to a younger guy you didn't even find attractive.

" - That guy. I could. You can't kill him either. Cops and security are everywhere." 

"That's what you think." He muttered under his breath. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Nothing. I'm just saying don't tell me what to do. I got that enough in Highschool from Casey, Billy, Tatum and anyone else. I don't need you added to the list." 

You huffed in outrage. "Then stop telling ME what to do and who to do it with!" 

"...Are you doing it? Have you? You never did answer whether you were a virgin or not-" 

"You're fucking disgusting." 

You went to walk away and Stu outstretched his hands. "Movie rules, YN! That's why I'm asking! Because if you're not then I have to watch your back even more!" 

"Oh, how chivalrous of you. You know what?-" You went to argue back when you both were interrupted by a guy almost as tall as Stu with glasses and a Hawaiian shirt. You recognized him as the director.

"YN...Dennis; am I interrupting?" 

"Not at all, Mr. Bridger." You gave with a smile, clearing your throat and trying to calm yourself. 

"Please, call me Roman. I came to give you both...These." He handed you and Stu both passes. "Dennis naturally needs one for landing the part of Stu. But I figured you should have one too. The more Woodsboro survivors who REALLY give the atmosphere I'm looking for, the better." 

You both took them. You looked taken aback. "Yeah but...Mr. Milton-" 

"What Milton doesn't know won't hurt him. He only stops by for an emergency or to discuss budget cuts and hopefully we don't have either one in the future." He smiled at you both before looking at Stu. "...You really do resemble him." 

You visibly saw Stu stiffen. "Yeah mate, uh...What a coincidence!" 

You gave him a weird look at the accent he gave himself. 

Roman stared a moment longer with a nod and smile. "Sure is! Nose is off, hair of course, no piercings...Honestly I feel like the other guy auditioning looked even more like Stu Macher but you really sold it. I mean, if I didn't know any better. I'd say you were nuts!" He laughed.

Stu gave a forced laugh too. "Yyeeaahh, how funny would that be? That's our secret. Shh." He joked.

Roman's laughter died down with a grin. "Oh trust me, I just see talent. Most of these actors and actresses have to snort snow or get drunk just to play these parts. So...Do you do that? Because if you do, just let me know and I'll skip the drug test that day. It's guidelines but if we went by those; half these movies wouldn't even get made." 

Stu shook his head. "Nah, I quit that mess back in 97, mate." 

"Well, don't judge me too harshly. I used to direct music videos...You know these wannabe rockers and pop stars. Most can't finish a video without it." 

You interjected. "Well, no reason here. Dennis is sober." 

"Oh, you both know each other?" 

You paled a little. "U-Uh, yeah. Yeah, we met a few years back after a uh...Interview I had with Diane Sawyer. He was an actor interested in Stab-" 

"Oh, the one with Cotton Weary...Shame. How are you holding up?" 

"Okay, thank you. We weren't that close. Just an interview." You forced an airy chuckle. "Still a tragedy of course." 

Roman glanced up, down the street, and then the giant killer. "Well, I'll leave you both to it. We have a shooting at 8 tomorrow and Dennis can rehearse...Do you both want a picture with the giant Ghostface?" 

"The what?" 

"Ghostface. That's the name Stab gave the killer when he's in costume." 

You quickly shook your head as Stu went to say 'yes'. "No, thank you. Uh, I'm not fond of that thing." 

Roman cringed and smacked his forehead. "Oh God, sorry." He started walking backwards as he talked. "Not thinking. Survivor of the last two Ghostface killings. Duh….Anyways, talk to you tomorrow Dennis. Don't be late. And hopefully YN can tag along if she wants." He waved goodbye as he left. 

You turned to Stu and hissed. "What is with the bargain bin Steve Irwin accent?" 

"It's Australian. I thought it would make me less suspicious." 

"Well, you sound ridiculous and more suspicious!...What time is it?" 

Stu checked his watch. "3:12?" 

"Crap, I need to find a hotel and get ready." 

"For what??" Stu demanded right when Billy came back with a hotdog in his hand. 

"I'm having dinner with Randy-" 

Stu wouldn't let you finish with a mocking smirk. "Of course you are." 

"- And Dewey." You deadpanned. 

Stu lost the smirk. "Oh." 

"Yeah, 'Oh.'" You mocked with a scoff. 

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Stu asked.

"I don't know, look around! I'm going to see if Dewey or Randy have noticed anything weird on set and you two can look. It's what you're good at. Stalking and snooping." 

Billy gave you a look. "Deal. And remember; if you mention-" 

"I know; you both don't exist! You think I'm telling my best friend and a man that's like an older brother to me about my involvement with you two? As if." 

"Then what are you gonna tell them?" Billy gave an accusing stare.

"I...I don't know yet. But it won't involve both of you." 

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You got ready as Stu and Billy watched you go from the bathroom to the suitcase and back multiple times. 

"God, you women are exhausting watching get ready. Just pick something and go!" Billy said as he lounged on the bed with his knife. 

Stu smirked at him from the other bed. "You definitely didn't grow up with sisters. Leslie took 2 hours to get ready everytime she went out...3 hours if I took her makeup or hair brush just to screw around with her." 

Billy huffed. "So you were always a pain in the ass? Shocker...Still, 2 hours? Why? All they do is fluff their hair." 

"You're a fine one to talk with your hair gel routine you had in High School! Sidney told me all about it!" You yelled from the bathroom as Billy bristled and Stu snorted with a chuckle.

You continued. "And as if guys don't take forever in the bathroom everyday. Women like to dress up and look nice here and there. You all take 30 minutes everyday for no reason." 

"That's different. We're choking the chicken." Stu gave with a shrug. 

"Ew. You know what? How about we all don't talk while I get out of here? I like that idea. Complete silence." 

"Cool with me. You both are annoying the fuck out of me already." Billy mumbled as he twisted his knife lightly back and forth on the wood of the headboard.

Stu crinkled his nose. "What did we do to you this time?" 

Billy abruptly stopped playing with the knife and glared at Stu. "...Really?...You got on a movie about us murdering our classmates while we're on the run…And you don't think I'm not a little pissed off?" Billy sat up and pointed to the bathroom. "SHE is frolicking with Deputy Dipshit and Meek Geek that will notice us in a heartbeat if they see us!" He pointed at Stu with his knife. "YOU, you fucking dingleberry, you're working on a movie where they're at! Here I am a sitting duck simultaneously on a damn wild goose chase for a killer that knows my biggest secret and is bullshitting us. Worst of all; I can't do a fucking thing about it but wait here twiddling my thumbs like an idiot!" He yelled as Stu cringed.

"I told you, it's a way for me to get inside info!" 

"Yeah? How are you gonna avoid Dewey or Randy on Set?" 

" I'll figure it out! Chill out, man. You're gonna have a stroke at this rate."

Billy glared at him, narrowing his eyes as you came out in a flowy dress shirt and lace up boot cut jeans. You wished Tatum lived long enough; she would loved them coming in style. You put on Sidney's locket as both of them eyed you up and down.

"...Damn Sweetcheeks." Stu gave. "You look nice...Too nice for a boring dinner with them." 

"It's a dinner with friends, Stu. Go find some so you can have your own night out..Have one with Billy." 

"Hell no." 

"Well you're each other's company anyway. So..." You gave. "If I were you, Stu...I'd stay at least 6 ft from Billy." 

Billy smirked to himself and gave you a subtle but devious look as Stu huffed. 

"I can handle him with one arm... I just don't understand why don't we ever go out for dinner like that? As friends. 3 years and we've never went out together." He mocked.

"I had brunch with you. It's not a competition and this is really pushing me out of my comfort zone but I got to… You know, You could be a part of this dinner. Catching up with old friends, reminiscing with Randy, Laughing with Dewey...If you hadn't done what you did." 

Stu threw up his hands. "Wwoow...Nice. Really great. Let's bring up what I can't change AGAIN." 

You shrugged. "I'm just saying! I can't help but think some of this makes you angry that you can't say hi to the childhood friends you had." 

"It's not." He pouted. "Besides, I'm supposed to just stay here with Oscar the Grouch while you go have fun?" 

"Yep. Maybe go look near Cotton's place? Or on Set? Ask around?...Something! Try not to kill each other." You smiled as you went to the door.

"No promises." Billy gave. 

Stu scoffed and looked offended at the entire situation as he caught Billy glaring at him. 

"...What?" 

"Now that we're finally alone...How about you start dropping the knight in shining armor act?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, man." 

"Don't play dumb with me, Stu. I know how you are...You got the hots for YN again and you're doing ALL of this to get closer to her. The nice manipulation act, getting yourself in the spotlight to use as blackmail against her or some shit, using scare tactics until you finally kill off anything or anyone near her and she HAS to choose you." 

Stu got up from the bed. "You're crazy, man. I'm not doing this for the hundredth fucking time!" 

Billy got up as well, knife in hand. "No one knows my whereabouts. NO ONE. The only one that had a guess was you." 

"YN knew where you were; not me!" 

" How convenient that you get on a movie that Cotton was involved with and got his shit stabbed the hell out of?" 

"Yeah, most likely a set up that I'm still taking full advantage of. Let the killer come after me! I can stab him in the dick and be on my way to the top at the same time." 

Billy continued to glare at him. "...You looked at my letter. You SAW the diary page. So what, Stu? When we were in her house while Neil was captive, did you sneak into her room and take it when I was busy or what?" 

Stu's jaw clenched as he glared at him. "...I didn't take shit." 

"Yeah, I bet you didn't." 

"You were her boyfriend with nothing to lose now! If anyone looks guilty, it's you pal." 

Billy eyed him. "...You're insecure about Randy. I could care less about the kid." 

"Yeah right-"

Billy cut him off with a yell. "- IF... He goes missing or comes up dead next; I'm coming after you. That's all the proof I need that it's you doing this." 

Stu smirked. "Yeah, that's not happening." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I'M NOT DOING THIS. God! It's like a freaking brick wall! Nice deflecting the heat off you, asshole." 

"You were itching to kill James. So was I when I cared about her." 

"Cared. Past tense." Stu gave a mocking, gleeful chuckle. "Yeah right."

Billy narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck does that mean?" 

"It means you're full of shit." Stu spat. "I see the way you're looking at her...You still wanna bang her from this way to next Tuesday." 

Billy huffed with his lip raised. "You are fucking obsessed, Stu. Seriously." 

"And you're deflecting." Stu gave. "You still give a shit about her...Well, too bad! I'm not sharing her this time and definitely not with you." 

"You're not sharing shit! You think every guy that looks at her for a second is stepping on your territory...I've seen you like this before, you were like this with me back in Woodsboro and then YN towards the end of it all... I can handle your ass; she can't. So back off." 

Stu tilted his head and challenged Billy, walking up to him. "For what? So, you can make your move?" 

"So you don't end up doing something stupid that will get us both caught, moron." Billy hissed, brushing past Stu and clipping his shoulder on Stu's arm. 

Stu sucked in air through his nostrils and whipped around to confront Billy. "I wasn't obsessed with you!" 

"You were. Anybody that you get attached to, you get obsessed. Friends, chicks, idols." 

"You were none of that. You were using me, dick! You think I'm stupid?! Well jokes on you, I was using you too. I was using you and your stupid revenge plan to finally kill because it was FUN. Had nothing to do with you! I was gonna drag you in the trial if we got caught...Peer pressure." 

Billy sighed heavily. "...We are NOT bringing this up. It's in the past. I left EVERYONE behind and everything to move on and I plan on doing it again as soon as this shit is done." 

"So, what? You regret it?" 

Billy paused for a moment, looking at the wall in thought. "...No, I just want to move on." He turned to Stu. "I am not a pussy. Okay? I will kill anyone but I also don't wanna get caught...YOU on the other hand don't give a shit." 

"I give a shit!" 

"Well you're doing a lot dumb shit so I just assumed you're one of those serial killers that want to get caught." 

"I'm not! I haven't killed, in like, 4 months." 

"Wow, new record." Billy sarcastically monotoned. 

Stu glared. "...I... AM NOT... THE KILLER! I want to get into Hollywood and hopefully get YN to see reason and-" 

"Kill anyone that gets in your way of that or her." 

"No!" Stu turned away, arms folded. "...I'm not killing anyone, don't you get it? Not even any guy barking up her tree." 

Billy looked at him with a raised brow. "Why? Never stopped you before. " 

"Cause I've changed! Okay, I apologized to her for what we did." 

Billy chuckled. "You what? She bought that?" 

"I wasn't lying! Yeah, I don't regret killing but...What we did in the theater was too much. She almost cried talking to me about it, man. We really fucked her up... You took it too far!" He yelled, turning his anger towards Billy. 

Billy tilted his head. "Oh...I did?...Tell me, Stu. Did you tell her it was your idea? I wanted to just kill her. YOU'RE the one that wanted to have fun with her prior just to make sure she wasn't a virgin." 

Stu frowned. " But as if you weren't into it!" 

"I was." Billy simply gave. "But I was just as happy to get my revenge and move on. Your exact words were 'I'll make sure she isn't a virgin. Just to cross off her cherry as the thing saving her. It's the rules'... right?"

"I...I don't remember that." Stu rolled his lips and looked away. 

"...But you did and you know you did. You were willing to do anything to get her with your knife or your dick. Stop trying to bullshit me." 

"AND YOU WEREN'T?! You were the one that said this was all a movie! You're the one that wanted her!" 

Billy smacked a nearby table. "Stop turning this around! I did but that doesn't change the fact you did too! People don't change that quickly so stop acting like you're the boy next door now." 

"Well, I did! I care about her, I hated her then. That's the difference. I don't want her hating me! So, I'm not going to hurt her or stab her dumb friends no matter what. I want her back in my life the way we were!...I love her, man!" 

"Give me a FUCKING break. You said the same thing in Woodsboro till she pissed you off. Then you choked her, cold cocked her in the face and tried to stab her…" 

"You loved her too and shot her!" 

Billy's eyes widened and a rage filled yell escaped him. "No! Don't put words into my mouth, dickweed! I never said I loved her! I said I had a crush on her but not enough to spare slicing her up as a traitor." 

He shook his head and growled out. "Don't try to bullshit me or twist shit, Stu. I may not give a shit about her but we need her right now. You touch her and I'll kill you. Meeks or her come up dead; I know it's you." Billy quietly gave, with an intense stare. "Not because I care or I want her but because that's proof it's you and want to have a loose end finally cut off and end this insanity." 

Stu and Billy stared each other down long and hard. Stu finally gave in a serious tone. "Same to you. Try to get revenge on her or touch her like you did this morning and I'll wear your rat looking face as a new mask; Texas Chainsaw Massacre style." 

Billy huffed as Stu grabbed his jacket, flashing his hunting knife on purpose. "So, we looking for clues or what, Scoob?" 

[f3itansgirlygirl]

drivers license - suna rintarou

part 2 right here

inspired by the song driver's license

his house is right there, right in front of me. 

sitting in the car biting my lip holding back the sob that threatened to escape, how did it become like this? how did i end up sitting in here alone while you went off with her? that was supposed to be me, you said you would wait? 

suna rintarou

a beautiful boy, his smile never failed to warm your heart. the way he would hold you in his arms, pout when you weren't paying attention, brush your hair behind your ear, the way he would kiss you and buy you your favorite drinks or take you to that little park you loved so much as you guys watched the sunset and fell in love all over again.

then how did it get like this? 

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“hi my name is l/n y/n and i'm your new manager!,” you introduced yourself. was a first year at inarizaki and needed to get into a club, atsumu decided to introduce you to the coach and give in a few words.

looking around the team you felt a nice presence, and that's when your eyes landed on his, those green piercing eyes. having his knees to his chest laughing at atsumu for trying to punch him for showing him something on his phone. 

the way his laugh died down but kept a smile as he looked at you. 

you blushed but became distracted as kita called you over.

“thank you guys for accepting me have a good night!,” you said grabbing your bag and leaving. “wait up i’ll walk with you,” you heard a voice behind you say. you turned to hear the voice and it belonged to him.

you guys walked under the stars, you shivered forgetting a jacket and that's when he looked at you and smirked. “the old jacket technique huh let me guess you want me to take mine’s off and give it to you,” 

you gasped and looked right at him, “no i actually forgot you weirdo whatever i guess i'll walk faster,” you said speeding up. “wait i’m just teasing here i have a hoodie it’s my sleeping in class hoodie so better not ruin it.”

you took it hesitantly but put it on either way, it was big and burgundy and my god the scent you can still remember to this day how good he smelled like. “looks good on you maybe i’ll let you keep it,” he said as you guys continued to walk.

that was your first interaction, your first words to each other and one of the many nights you guys have come to spend together

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everything else came easily, even though having a age gap it didn’t stop your feelings whatsoever, and also never stopped him from showing affection.

you still remember your first kiss

how he kissed you by surpised on the slide of a old park where you guys sneaked out to get ice cream.

still remember how he started bringing extra hoodies and hair ties since you had a habit of forgetting both.

still remember that night under the stars in the backseat of his car when he looked at you and told you he was in love with you.

you teared up staring at him as he giggled softly caressing your face, holding your waist even more closer to his chest as your bodies connected.

“i love you rintarou,” you smiled crying softly. 

he looked at you rubbing your tears away, “and i love you y/n l/n,”

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how it was such a good 6 months. looking back you should have seen the way you guys would only hang out around the night or weekdays. 

how he wouldn't hold your hand in school or only be affection around the team.

and how you guys weren't exactly official, never asked you officially to be his but hey because of the memories spent together you thought of course your his and he’s yours.

you first saw her when she came through the doors, holding his notebook as she apologized but nevertheless gave him a smile and he gave one back. she was pretty- like really pretty. 

pretty blue eyes, blonde long hair, beautiful body.

“so this is what overthinking feels like huh,” you mumbled as you shook your head and went back to setting the net up.

after practice you and suna as always walked home 

you guys decided to take a detour heading to your park where many memories were made. 

“hey rin,” you asked as you looked over the river that was by the bridge. “yes love?,” he replied. “what are we?,” you asked him.

please say im yours...

“well your younger than me, i want you to be mines and you already are, always and forever sooo how about this,” he turned to look at you and bent down so his head was right at yours. “when you become a 2nd year and get your driver's license we can officially be together yeah? i'll get down on one knee and ask you to be mine,” he rolled his eyes as you giggled. 

he stuck out his pinkie and you stuck out yours. “you’ll wait for me?,” you said.

he wrapped his pinkie around yours, “always, make sure you just don't crash don't want you dying before your mine but yes i promise i will wait for you l/n,” suna smiled grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss. 

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finals came up and yes you and suna got distant due to you studying, yet you weren't nervous you were excited to finally walk down the halls holding his hand.

looking back you should have seen the signs of him not texting you often or wanting to help you, you shrugged it off maybe he was struggling in some classes too.

finally the day was here, texting osamu all morning about how you would pick them up for school so you can show off to suna. 

laughing driving up to school with the twins, you got out the car and seeing suna’s back against one of the walls

 you were about to call out for him until you saw her again. this time she was wearing the burgundy hoodie, and he was the one holding her hand. he was smiling? the smile he gave you specifically to you he was giving to her. 

tears filled your eyes. 

“y/n chan.. i’m-” , “its okay atsumu just get to class okay?,” you turned around hand shaking as you hold your keys, tears spilling down your eyes. “i'm going to be okay,” you smiled. “no, you’re crying,” 

“i said i’m okay, i’m just going to leave,” you said running to your car and getting the fuck outta there. 

leaving you saw atsumu go up to suna and scream at him. 

your heart felt like it was being pulled, this can’t be real? 

you headed home, slamming your door and falling to the ground, how could you rin? 

flashes of him and her passed your mind seeing how happy he was. 

you looked underneath and saw a photo on the ground. your grabbed it and sat on your bed, it was you and him in a photobooth smiling and then kissing. underneath in his handwriting he wrote “my love always and forever,”

you felt like throwing up, so this is what heartbreak feels like. 

you were hurt mad even at the fact that before anything was able to happen it was already ruined. you cried yourself to sleep wanting to ignore the pain/

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you woke up around 9 p.m, you were confused but remembered all that happened today

“so that wasn't a horrible dream?,” you tried to laugh it out but really couldn’t.

you needed fresh air, you changed into sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

going for a drive blasting music, you didn’t know where you were going but you just needed to feel the air flowing past you. you stopped at the red light, everything was getting blurry tears now leaving as you hit the steering wheel. 

you kept driving and ending up parking in this neighborhood, being very familiar but automatically knowing where you ended up. you looked to your right and saw his house.

you were about to get off trying to get closure you said, needing answers still trying to doubt everything and thinking maybe this was a horrible joke from the twins and him but then you got all the closure you needed. seeing as the door opened revealing the girl coming out.

your heart dropped seeing how happy they were and dare you say actually look good together. he smiled down at her and grabbed her for a kiss. 

you gasped as a heart wrenching sob escaped your lips, she walked away as he never took his eyes off her figure.

that was me.

 he then looked turning his head and made eye contact with you, you just silently laughed as you shook your head at him and turned on the car leaving. “y/n wait!,” you heard him say as you left.

you headed to the small park and sat in the slide looking up as you laid down and finally let everything out. “never knew your waiting was just a short trial did i have to pay for millions of hours?,” you cried as you looked up in the sky seeing your memories replay in your head

‘Cause how could I ever love someone else’ And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street’

your phone dinged as you look who texted you

suna rin: y/n we need to talk... suna rin: please, i am so so sorry just hear me out. suna rin: i really did wait i just, please let's just meet up.

you texted back 

“im really happy for you suna, goodbye rintarou.”

you then deleted his contact as you took a deep breathe and sat up.

“i still see your face

In the white cars”

you grabbed your head, “was i not good enough?,” 

“We crossed I still hear your voice In the traffic We're laughing”

flash back

“you know i think we're meant to be,” suna said from your bed as you were on your laptop finishing some things. “wow such a hopeless romantic,” you smiled at him as you were putting back your earphones. “just maybe right person wrong time,” he said softly. you looked back at him, “i'm sorry did you say something,” you asked him. he just shook his head, “nothing i was just saying your a nerd,” he said as he threw a pillow at your face. “you know what,” you got up and jumped on top of him both laughing.

flashback over

‘God, I'm so blue Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe’

you finally realized what he said, right person wrong timing 

you looked up at the cherry blossom tree and softly smiled

“your right suna we really were meant to be just right person, wrong time.”

i guess not every love story is meant to be complete.

the end.

[violetnotez]

HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous:  could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O 

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you 

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE 

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too, 

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in  the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You  pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it  so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as  strands  of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction 

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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[petewentzisblack1312]

I LOVE SomeMoreNews. In high school in 2016-2018 I was very right wing/libertarian and I used to listen to Jordan Peterson, Dave Rubin, Blaire White, Paul Joseph Watson etc and idk I had an exacerbation of my mental health, I dated an incel and broke up with him (it’s a very long story I won’t bore you with), and then covid happened and I went to nursing school and I started questioning everything that I was told those few years. I mean I was young and impressionable and suppressing my sexuality and trying so hard to be a pick-me-girl which led me to be very angry and that’s how I think I ended up in that sphere of things. ANYWAY SomeMoreNews is very much to thank to bringing me to the left. During quarantine I watched EVERYTHING they put out and idk it really helped me realize where I was wrong. Plus it’s fucking funny and Cody’s delivery is amazing. Idk I just really love them.

Jordan Peterson for me was the one that was very hard to let go of because his self help stuff is… adequate, as Cody says, like it’s generic psychology stuff and like you should expect him to be adequate to even good at psychology since he has a PhD in the topic. It helped me during high school and I really took the book and his lectures to heart but I remember watching that clip that they put in the video where Jordan was hesitant to express support for gay marriage and idk… as a 16 year old girl questioning her sexuality who already didn’t have supportive parents it was so hard to hear from someone I looked up to but I swallowed it down and kept watching him and supporting him. Idk. It was very hard and painful during that time and as a leftist now I just feel healthier because I don’t have to constantly compromise my identity and I’m not as angry at myself for things I can’t control. Anyway. SomeMoreNews is amazing and the episode on jordan was 100/10. I recommend it to everybody now.

i am very very glad to hear that you feel healthier now. like thats the most important thing to me in this whole ask, that youre doing better. im glad some more news was a boon to you. im also glad you got something out of petersons self help, but im sorry you fell down the rabbithole of the rest of petersons whole deal, and im sorry you had to experience his weird conditional homophobia. ultimately, im happy youre healthier and happier now!

also smn is genuinely very funny. i love codys delivery of virtually everything, like hes so expressive in the dryest possible way. love to see what new and exciting ways cody k johnston says "Fair and Balanced™©®" i really liked the jordan peterson episode as evidenced by me finding the time to watch it twice in two days. then again maybe thats just my weirdo ritual of watching some more news episodes over and over ad infinitum. theyre very good at deconstructing the rhetorical tricks different grifters use, which is really helpful for learning how to combat them just generally. theyre not the only ones who do this but i like the way they go about doing so. its just easier for my brain to grab onto after a couple watches. after watching their jordan peterson video and hearing them dissect how dr lobster tries to sell himself as a man without ideology i felt like i had enough context to rewatch abby thorne of philosophy tubes video on jorbson b porbsons ideology. it helps that smn plays clips of what theyre talking about and then breaks them down i think?

obviously a throughline in a lot of right wing grifters rhetoric is that they start with their feeling and justify it with cherry picked 'facts', which helps me understand that conservatism is an ideology based on pathos, and that that is the front you should probably argue on if you want to change minds. seeing it deconstructed over and over again in different examples really makes it easier to identify. it really goes to show you that the best way to change someones mind isnt by playing their game but arguing on a completely different front.

i will say something i noticed is that they do a fair bit of "im inside your walls and can see you" type humor so if thats triggering for you id be mindful. its normally throwaway jokes so that may be better or worse for you.