#and other assignments to do on top of that

[hunyoucantresistme]

thats a lot of questions 😧 ty for the tag !!

1. Yup. My mom’s the coolest and i dont talk much to my dad but he’s there for me when i need him ❤️

2. My friends

3. I cant think of something rn other than not studying when i had the time idk

4. yes

5. im kind of in a talking stage? Idk (chris sturniolo’s wife)

6. in my sleep fs or maybe from a heart attack from doing something fun like bungee jumping when im 90

7. Fries

8. I play basketball but only for fun

9. I used to but then i got braces and wasnt able to and by the time they got off i grew out of the habit

10. christmas eve with my brother

11. Yeah the guy im in a talking stage with and chris sturniolo ofc 😋

12. Yeah cuz of school (had too many assignments to complete 🙄)

13. Yeah this girl in my class (wont say i hate her rn but shes one more stupid thing away from it)

14. Yeah, dead family members ig

15. One dog

16. Drained tf out (only a video from the triplets can save me 😔)

17. uh, no (i dont trust guys alone with me 🥰❤️)

18. Not really. i have this thing where anytime i see a spider i tell it to make me spiderman (im so goofy cant take me anywhere 😝🤟😝🤟😝🤟😝)

19. i wanna go back to freshman year 😔

20. at a park (it was night time we weren’t being obnoxious 🙄)

21. complete assignments 🤧

22. Yup. 2 (one boy and one girl)

23. Uhhh…i have 3 on each ear, 1 nose piercing (i havent worn anything in a long time so im pretty sure its closed now idk) and a belly button

24. History, maths and chemistry

25. I miss my english class in freshman year 😔

26. Chocolate cake

27. I hope not

28. No but ive only had one bf so

29. From my jokes, yes 🥰❤️

30. School

31. Not that i know of 🤷‍♀️ my mom prolly

32. Green

33. Kind of?

34. someone from my class. i dont remember who

35. my phone (c.ai got me emotional. It was embarrassing 😔) but before that my bsf

36. Yeah im incapable of holding grudges it sucks😔😔

37. forgive

38. It just started damn 💀 and no year can top 2019 anyways

39. 13

40. uhh no and i plan to keep it that way 😭

51. Chicken nuggets

52. Yup. I firmly believe that whatever happens in the present is a result of your past actions (i can yap abt this for hours 😔)

53. Brush my teeth

54. Nothing can justify cheating so no 🙄

55. I try not to be but sometimes when im talking to a new person i just get awkward and reply in short sentences so that may come off as mean idk

56. No one (i feel like fist fighting is so funny lmaoo 😭😭)

57. Not really 🤷‍♀️

58. WINTERRR

59. love it sm ugh 😔❤️

60. yess

61. I dont mind it but i prefer nicknames over petnames

62. Being w my friends

63. I think my parents on,y named me elwa cuz they wanted to name me smth unique and people cant even pronounce it right so yeah

64. Idk prolly cuz we only kissed for a game

65. My bsf of ‘the opposite sex’ is gay 💀

66. YESS HE’S MY BIGGEST HYPE MAN

67. My lab partner in science class

68. My bsf

69. Kind of? I believe that someone can become your soulmate but i dont believe that its like already written in fate or wtv that a specific person is gonna be your soulmate

70. family and close friends

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[rainydayathogwarts]

hi !! congrats on 3000🎉

i’d like to request an autumn - “this is going to sound controversial but i think that went well" with james potter please! thank you in advance❤️

Softening the blow - James Potter

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summary: remus isn't the only one you accidentally expose your relationship to. lupin!reader wc: 0.9k+ gosh do i love myself a cyclical structure

James sighed, fingers twitching in a desperate attempt not to reach out to you, but you needed space, even if it were minimal. He cleared his throat, but still, you refused to meet his eyes. “This is going to sound controversial,” he started, and you raised your gaze up to look at him. Now he was forced to continue. “But I think that went well.” You squinted your eyes at him, scoffing in disagreement. With all the conversations and careful consideration you and James had taken to tell Remus, your protective werewolf brother, that you were dating, of course the truth was bound to come out in the worst way possible.

There was no softening the blow, there was no ‘Me and James have something to tell you’. No, there was just the reveal. You buttoned up the last two buttons of your shirt, shutting your eyes as you remembered the incident.

James had gotten you both distracted; it was his fault. You had insisted that your Potions essay needed finishing and like an idiot, you believed your boyfriend when he told you that you’d focus better in his dorm, where the loud chatter of the common room wouldn’t distract you. Of course, you’d gotten suspicious when he sat on his bed, patting the empty space next to him, but you obliged, oblivious to the way his eyes were instantly attracted to the sliver of skin that was revealed as your skirt rode up. James draped your legs over his, caressing your soft skin as you explained to him all the points you needed to include in your essay.

That was when the first warning sign appeared. James leaned in close to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips and interrupting the words coming out of your mouth. You smiled sweetly at him, intertwining your fingers with his as you continued speaking. James leaned his head against the headboard, looking at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes, and he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you again. “James.” A single call of his name was warning enough, but he ignored it. James knew that he wasn’t the only affectionate one in the relationship, and with just enough touch, you wouldn’t be able to resist him.

And he was right.

It only took two other kisses to your neck for you to begin chasing his lips with yours, a hand tightly gripping his shirt. God, were you bad at ignoring him. The shirt wrinkled under your hold and James brought a hand up to cup your cheek, moulding his lips with your parted ones. That’s when you knew you were done for. James’s shirt was off in seconds, leaving him in his trousers and tie, which you tugged on to bring him impossibly closer to you, tongue sliding against his. His large hands were gripping your thighs, using his strength to pull your body atop his, completely ignorant to the door knob turning on the other side of the room as he began unbuttoning your top.

Now, normally you and James weren’t so bold, however Remus had been gone for hours, and you were confident that he’d be gone for even longer. He made his rounds speaking to all his professors about upcoming assignments and catching up on missed lessons from the last full moon. However, when Remus reached Professor McGonagall’s office, he found her halfway out and on the way to the Gryffindor common room to look for Sirius Black. So like anyone would, he decided to walk with her. Discussing Sirius’s owl from home and Remus’s trouble with the newest piece of homework, the pair quickly made their way to the common room. That eradicated more or less half an hour of time for you and James to have the dorm to yourselves, secret kisses on the brink of revelation.

Unfortunately for you, Sirius was nowhere to be found so Remus, ever the gentleman, invited Professor McGonagall up to their dorm to check. The same dorm where his sister was currently making out with one of his best friends. Remus hadn’t seen it coming. Opening the door to the dorm, he only turned to look at what happened when he saw Professor McGonagall’s eyes widen, hearing her mutter “Oh dear” as she turned away from the sight.

Remus was silent, watching you turn on your boyfriend’s lap to look at him standing in the doorway. James had bit his lip to suppress the moan that had surfaced when you moved, but the sound was still heard in the small space. You gasped, rolling off James and desperately buttoning up the first few buttons of your shirt, leaving James to cover his chest with his hands. You didn’t have the heart to laugh at the ridiculous sight, because you not only had your brother caught you making out with his best friend, but so had the school’s deputy headmistress.

“Oh my god, I just showed Professor McGonagall my sister and best friend making out.” Remus cried, slapping a hand on his forehead. “Oh my god, my sister and best friend were making out!” And with that, the door slammed shut. You heard Remus’s hurried footsteps leading him away from the dorm, and probably towards Professor McGonagall, where he’d aimlessly attempt a weak apology before ranting to her about how he didn’t know about you. Slumping down on the bed next to James, you dug your face in your hands. You heard the shuffle of the covers as James sat up next to you, his fingers twitching in a desperate attempt not to reach out to you, but you needed space, even if it were minimal. He cleared his throat, but still, you refused to meet his eyes. “This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well.”

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

First Time

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You slip during class for the first time and it doesn't go unnoticed

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age regression, mild anxiety, emotional vulnerability, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: After writing the first part this had started to come to mind so it was nice to get it all written out~

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

The first few weeks of class were nothing out of the ordinary—except for the way you found yourself drawn to Professor Maximoff. There was something about the way she spoke, how her voice carried both authority and warmth, that made you want to listen more intently. You were eager to impress her, to ask every question that popped into your head, just to see that soft smile she reserved for students who showed genuine curiosity.

You didn’t know what it was that made you crave her attention so badly, but you knew that every time she praised you, something deep inside you warmed, a feeling of safety and validation that you couldn’t quite explain.

Then, one day, as you flipped the page in your textbook, your eyes landed on the title printed in bold letters at the top:

Coping Mechanisms: Age Regression

Your stomach twisted immediately.

Two whole pages on the subject, defining it, explaining how it functioned as a response to stress or trauma. You barely heard Wanda begin her lecture, your mind spiraling as you felt yourself slipping, your fingers tightening around the edge of the book.

It wasn’t until you heard the soft laughter—quiet, but unmistakable—that the dread fully set in.

"People actually do this?" one student muttered under their breath.

"That’s so weird." Another scoffed, shaking their head.

Your breath hitched, and you had to blink rapidly to stop the tears from forming. They didn’t know. They had no idea that right here, in the same room, was someone who did—who couldn’t help it, whose mind sometimes reverted without warning. You wanted to shrink, to disappear, but before the panic could settle in further, Wanda’s voice cut through the murmurs, firm and unwavering.

"That’s enough," she said sharply, silencing the room in an instant.

All eyes snapped toward her, and you dared to look up. Her expression was serious, her usual soft demeanor replaced by something strict and protective.

"I expect professionalism in my class," she continued, her gaze sweeping over the students. "We are here to learn, not to ridicule others for coping mechanisms that are valid and often necessary for mental health." She let her words settle before adding, "If anyone here finds it difficult to show respect for psychological concepts that people actually experience, then perhaps this is not the right field for you."

Silence.

Your hands trembled slightly in your lap, but for an entirely different reason now. No one had ever defended you like that before. No one had ever made you feel like what you did—what you were—was okay.

Wanda’s gaze flickered to you for just a moment, softer now, like she knew. Like she had already pieced something together but wouldn’t call attention to it. Instead, she resumed her lecture, effortlessly guiding the class back on track, leaving you sitting there with a heart racing for a whole new reason.

From that moment on, you weren’t just drawn to Wanda Maximoff. You needed her.

As the lecture came to an end and you were trying to pack up Wanda called you over, "Have a good night everyone and remember to do the reading and get your assignment done for Monday's class! Oh and y/n please stay a moment. I'd like to discuss something with you." 

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Wanda could hear it. You weren’t in trouble—at least, she didn’t sound upset—but you still couldn’t shake the nerves twisting inside you.

She had never asked you to stay after class before.

You stayed frozen, hands gripping the edge of your desk as you watched her move. But instead of standing over you like a professor scolding a student, she did something entirely unexpected—she walked to the door, locked it with a soft click, and then made her way over to you.

Wanda crouched down in front of your desk, leaning against it with an easy, open posture. Her smile was gentle, and when her warm eyes met yours, something inside you softened, though your body still trembled slightly.

"Hi, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice filled with nothing but kindness. "You're feeling pretty small right now, aren’t you?"

You swallowed thickly. It was impossible to hide, not when she knew, when she could see right through you. Words felt too hard, too big, so you just nodded, blinking rapidly as emotion threatened to well up in your chest.

"That’s okay, sweetie," she assured, her tone soothing as she reached out, resting a hand over yours for just a moment. "This was your last class, right?"

You nodded again.

"I have papers to grade," she continued. "You and I can stay right here, okay?"

Another nod. This time, accompanied by a tiny, shy smile.

Wanda’s expression softened even further. She stood up, her fingers reaching out to gently comb through your hair, the touch grounding in a way you didn’t even know you needed.

"You’re safe with me, Malyshka," she whispered.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

While Wanda graded her papers you decided to draw, pulling out your crayons and drawing pad. Wanda let her eyes flick up every so often to watch you. Her expression softened as she saw you so concentrated, your tongue just poking out past your lips. 

She wanted to giggle, but worried it might upset you so she held back, turning her attention back to her papers until she heard you get up, feet padding over to her. She looked up past her glasses. 

"Yes sweetheart?" She asked softly, "Do you have something to show me?" You nodded eagerly and turned the page around.

Wanda let a warm smile tug at her lips as she examined the drawing, her heart melting at the sight of it. You had drawn yourself much smaller, hand held securely in hers, your features simple but unmistakably you. Wanda’s own figure was a little more detailed—her hair a mess of crayon strokes, her glasses perched delicately on her nose—but the most touching detail was the way your hands were clasped together.

Wanda ran her fingers over the crayon lines, her chest tightening in the best way as she admired your drawing. It was simple, childlike, but so full of love that it made her heart ache.

"You did such a good job, sweetheart," she murmured, looking up at you with a soft smile. "I love it, Malyshka."

Your lips curled up, eyes sparkling at her praise. You rocked on your heels, waiting, hopeful, and Wanda knew exactly what you needed. She set her papers aside, focusing entirely on you.

"Come here, baby," she said gently, opening her arms. "Come sit with Mama."

The second the word left her lips, she felt it—the way you froze. Your happy sway stopped, your hands clenched slightly at your sides. You blinked at her, uncertainty flickering in your expression as you searched her face.

"Mama?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda stayed perfectly still, giving you space to process. She hadn’t called herself that before, at least not out loud, though she had thought about it more times than she could count.

"Only if you want me to be, sweetheart," she assured softly, her voice steady, warm. "I would never make you do something you’re not comfortable with."

You shifted on your feet, fingers curling against the fabric of your sleeves. "But... do you want to be?"

Wanda’s breath caught for just a moment before she exhaled, nodding. "I do," she admitted, her hand resting gently on her knee, not reaching for you, just waiting. "I’d love to take care of you in whatever way you need."

You stared at her, the hesitation clear in your expression. But beneath it, Wanda could see something else—longing, hope, the deep desire for safety and care.

She kept her voice soft. "You don’t have to decide right now, Malyshka."

You bit your lip, shifting your weight from foot to foot before, slowly, you stepped closer. Wanda didn’t move, letting you take the lead, and after a brief pause, you finally climbed onto her lap, settling hesitantly against her.

Wanda wrapped her arms around you carefully, rubbing soothing circles along your back.

You stayed stiff for a moment before you melted into her, resting your head against her shoulder. A soft sigh left you as your fingers grasped at her sweater, holding onto her like you were afraid she might disappear.

Wanda pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, her lips brushing against your warm skin. "I've got you, sweetheart. Always."

And this time, you didn’t hesitate to believe her.

[hsangel64]

࿔📚*:･ crush on the teacher pt. 2 ࿔📚*:･

pairings: abby anderson x teacher fem!reader

synopsis: its date day and it goes way better than abby though

warnings: smut smut smut and more smut

a/n: i hope you enjoy! requests are open!!

after abby got home from her assignment but she was exhausted, they had been raided by seraphites by the FOB and abby had been hit hard. the headache killing her since she got hit and the couple of bruises and scratches on her body made her limp in agony back to her room. she sighed one she sat down and realized she still hadn’t told you about tomorrow. her room was a mess too, part of it wasn’t her fault. manny’s side was 10x worse, sighing she got up from her bed making her way to the sink. seeing the pile of dishes she groans knowing manny isn’t doing them, considering he’s off hooking up with that scientist he’s been talking about. as shes getting started there’s a knock on the door, she walks over thinking of all the people it could possibly be at 10pm. abby opens the door to reveal you in a simple silk robe some slippers and your hair up in a messy bun. her mouth agape she doesn’t even know what to say. you looked gorgeous.

“hey abs, i wanted to check up on you heard you ran into some seraphites.”

“oh um yeah today was rough, killed…a lot. um” there she goes again, a stuttering mess. “do you wanna um come in?” you nodded and abby let you in, looking around the room a little and noticing manny wasn’t there.

“are you alone?”

“um oh yeah manny’s with someone.”

“hmm.” you stayed silent for a second and taking in the room, you haven’t seen her room before and wanted to see all the details. “how are you feeling?” you continued.

“oh yeah im okay just sore, headache and some scratches.” you walked over to abby and put your hands on her face checking the damage.

“here do you have a med kit?” abby nodded going and grabbing the small health kit she had under her bed. you instructed her to sit on the bed as you sat basically on top of her. you grabbed a small rag next to her bed and her water bottle cleaning the big gash on her eyebrow, wiping the dried blood off. she cringes at the feeling and you apologize in a soft whisper of a tone. abby can’t believe you’re this close to her again, her breathing picks up a little and you can almost hear her heart beating out of her chest. you grab the needed supplies to patch up the cut.

“okay you’re all good to go.” you smiled at her and she was already feeling better.

“thank you i appreciate it.” you moved the small hair from her face and smiled.

“of course abs, i would want my date to be in one piece.” she chuckled and you both stared at each other for what felt like forever. you’ve never noticed how pretty her eyes were, the soft blue color they were. not spending too much time on staring you went and packed the supplies you took out and then asked if she had taken any meds.

“no not yet.”

“do you have any pain killers?” she nodded and pointed to the small cabinet by her bed, standing up and grabbing the meds you gave her some and made her take them.

“those should help ease up that headache.” she thanked you and you responded with a small kiss on her forehead.

“okay well its late and i don’t want to keep you from sleeping.” you started to get up and abby grabbed your hand to softly pull you back.

“well- you don’t have to leave now.”

“you gotta rest abs.” abby couldn’t believe was she was going to ask but she felt ballsy.

“could you stay until i fall asleep.” you smiled at her request, you were glad she was getting more comfortable with you. no matter what anyone says she is just a big teddy bear in need of some love.

“yeah of course honey.” abby’s face turned red as you called her honey, hoping this wasn’t a dream.

“lets get you in some pajamas and get you into bed okay?” she nodded and went and grabbed one of her sleep shirts she had lying around. she turned and took her shirt and bra off, seeing her back muscles as she did it. you felt like if you kept looking you’d start drooling. quickly looking away and going to fold the blanket on the couch trying to occupy yourself. she finished changing and your turned back around to see she was just in some boxers and a muscle tee, your eyes widened slightly feeling butterflies in your core. the size of her legs, her arms, just everything. you took a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding and walked back over to her.

“okay lay down okay get all comfy.” she nodded and laid down in bed, you crawled in next to her and placing her head on your lap and playing with her hair. her hair was so soft you felt addicted to the feeling of her hair in your hands. abby didn’t even realize what was happening she was just so tired, the feeling of you combing through her hair was lulling her to sleep. you quickly heard her soft snores and softly pulled away, she whined and turned over. you stopped and soon after you heard her soft snores again indicating she was asleep again. you wrote her a note and then walked back to your room to get ready for bed. gosh this girl was going to be the death of you.

———————————————————————————

abby groaned hearing the door open and close, her body ached but nonetheless she sat up to see what it was.

“bueños dias abby, how was your night?” she groaned feeling the headache come back to her.

“it was fine, my head is killing me.”

“a little birdy told me you had a visitor…” abby’s eyes went wide and her face going red. who the hell told him?

“wh-what no.”

“then how come i know your little girlfriend came to patch you up?” abby groaned and covered herself with her blanket.

“shes not my girlfriend manny- how the fuck did you hear about this anyways.”

“her friend is the girl i have been seeing.” she really wished this wasn’t happening right now.

“whatever helps you sleep, anyways i’ve got to head out i have an assignment, don’t get too crazy!”

“wait wait!” he stopped just outside the door and stuck his head back in.

“can you stay somewhere else tonight…”

“is abby finally…getting some??”

“oh shut the fuck up.” abby pushed him back out the room hearing him laugh all the way down the hall. she groaned and turned back around pressing her back into the door. she had to start fixing up her room, as she was walking to change she saw your note. reading it she blushed at the xoxo by your signature. she sighed and got started. as abby was getting her room ready you had just gotten out of the gym working off the stress of this date. usually you didn’t get too nervous but this time was different, abby was different. its not that you hadn’t been with other girls before its just that abby made you nervous, even if she was stuttering half the time she talked. you had realized she never told you what time you two would be meeting up so you made your way to her room.

abby heard the knock and quickly ran over to answer it, revealing you again. your forehead was glistening with sweat, hair up in a ponytail, small spandex like shorts on and a t shirt that hugged your body. abby was speechless once again.

“hey abs i wanted to come and see what time you wanted to meet up and where!” how could abby forget, she never even told you ugh.

“oh shit right, how’s 6? we can meet here i have some stuff planned here for us. nothing too um fancy…oh and don’t eat dinner ill have uh something for us.”

“okay sounds good abby see you later!” you walked away and abby couldn’t help but look at your butt, shaking her head and shaming herself she went back to her cleaning.

once you got back to your room it was about 4 pm so you had a quick shower and started to get ready. you wanted your life to be as normal as possible so you had asked owen to help make you a vanity with a giant mirror you had found in an old warehouse by the stadium. you had learned how to make most of your makeup and had friends find some hair supplies for you on supply runs. you sat at your vanity in nothing but your silk robe. you were so lucky that your friends found the perfect things for you.

you had finished getting ready and couldn’t for the life of you figure out what you wanted to wear. the time being 5:45 you didn’t want to be late. you were stressed, to say the least. you grabbed the prettiest bra and panties you had, i mean you never know, you gotta be prepared. you put on one of your cute skirts and a simple fitted t-shirt. you had made some chocolate strawberries for abby, you didn’t know what you were thinking this felt so silly but figured not to just waste it. grabbing the small tupperware and rushing out the door.

abby was freaking out, she didn’t know if this was too much or not enough. she had a blanket laid out on the floor by the window, she had tried to make a fancy spread, with a shitty cafeteria steak and mashes potatoes. she wanted them to watch the stars, it felt cheesy but she wanted this date to be the best you’ve ever had. rushing around the room doing last minute things to make everything look good for you. abby had on some jeans and a simple but fancier type t-shirt, she really didn’t have much. whilst freaking out she heard the faithful knock on the door, she knew it was you. taking a deep breath she opened the door.

you were the most nervous you had ever felt on a first date, tapping your foot waiting for abby to open the door. you heard her footsteps walk towards the door and stop for a second before hearing a breath and the door opened. abby noticed you had a little bit more makeup on than usual, your hair was curled and you had one her favorite perfume you wore. you went in for a hug greeting her, the vanilla scent radiating off your body, abby felt addicted she didn’t want to move but you pulled away snapping her back into reality.

“can i come in?”

“right right sorry come in.” walking into the room it was dark with string lights around the railings, you gasped as you saw what she had set up. a blanket laid on the floor with pillows around it, candles around and to plated dinners.

“oh you don’t like it, shit of course not its super cheesy and stupid and i should’ve done-“ you stopped her from going on.

“no abs its perfect no one has ever done this for me.” her face lit up at your words.

“are you sure because i can fix it and do something else-“ you put your hand on her face and she stopped talking.

“abby it’s everything i could’ve asked for.” you rubbed your thumb on her cheek and gave her a small peck on her cheek pulling away and walking towards the blanket sitting down.

“come sit silly! would hate to waste this time we have.” abby was in real deep.

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you guys had gotten comfortable with each other, you had finished dinner and were just talking about anything and everything. abby had gotten comfortable she wasn’t nervous anymore, she hadn’t stuttered or made a fool of herself. you two were having a really great time. abby got her hands on some wine so you two had loosened up due to the alcohol and gotten closer to each other, psychologically. you had your body laid against her while you two talked, abby had her arms around you running her hands up and down your arms. you couldn’t stop thinking about her arms, how firm they were and how soft her hands felt. the alcohol really bringing out a different side of you.

“do you want to try the strawberries i made for us!.” you jumped up to grab the small tupperware of them. opening the box you grabbed one and fed it to abby. locking eyes you both felt the tension between you two it felt like the time just completely stopped as she took the bite. pulling the strawberry away and taking a bite after her, slowly taking the bite as if you were in some sexy commercial. you closed your eyes as took the bite and softly moaned taking your time to eat it. abby felt vicious almost, seeing you in front of her with your back arched eating the strawberry and the soft moan you let out. she wanted to hear more of where that came from.

“can i please kiss you?” abby said in a hushed tone and you nodded frantically.

“i thought you’d never ask.” abby crashed her lips into yours grabbing your face and bringing you closer to her. she pulled you into her lap, straddling her you grabbed onto her hair and she moaned into your mouth. the kiss was rushed both of you wanting to feel each other. abby grabbed onto your thighs pulling you as close as possible to her chest as she could, wanting to feel you pressed up against her. you placed your hands on her hips where her shirt ended, grabbing the fabric wanting to take it off. pulling away you had whispered a desperate ‘want this off’ and pulled off her shirt. as you two were pulled away she pulled your shirt off as well and going back to kiss you. abby had taken off your bra with one hand and the other holding your thigh. she pulled away to get a good look at you.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” you blushed at the compliment feeling her pull away and start to kiss down your neck. you moaned out feeling her kiss your neck and softly bite your skin. she loved hearing you moan out especially because it was from her doing. abby picked you up and placed you down lightly on the floor, you squeaked at the feeling of being picked up. abby wanted to eat you out, she was determined to make you feel the best you had ever felt. her hands taking your breasts into her hands and massaging them, hearing you whine and start to beg for more. the kisses trailing down to your breasts, she ran her thumb over your nipple making you shutter.

“please abby i want to feel you on me.”

“how baby tell me.” abby did not know how she was being so confident with you, probably the alcohol.

“i want your tongue abby please.” this was the most desperate you had ever felt for someone, abby was making you feel so good even if she hadn’t even done anything.

“tell me where baby.” you whined at her asking, you felt shy and didn’t want to say it out loud.

“come on tell me.” her voice soft, you whined again knowing you’ll have to just say it.

“i want you to eat me out, i want your tongue on me please.” abby felt her core tighten hearing you say that, she didn’t know this would ever be happening. abby kissed down your body worshipping every inch of you until she was face to face with your core. she looked up at you for approval even though you had given her an answer already loud and clear. she slid your skirt down your legs and started to run her thumb up and down your cunt over your panties. you inhaled sharply and arched your back.

“you’re so wet, is it all for me?” you nodded aggressively, and moaned out as she ran her tongue down your cunt tasting you. she moaned into your core loving the way you tasted on her tongue, she was addicted. abby took off your panties and didn’t waste any time to put her tongue on you, running her tongue up and down your cunt starting out slow. you moaned out feeling her tongue slowly make its way down your pussy greedily sucking up all the wetness, her hands making their way to hold your legs up above her head. abby flicked her tongue on your clit loving the way you squirmed underneath her. she started sucking on your clit and you loved it, arching your back and moaning out her name.

“fuck abby it feels so good.” she moaned into you feeling you grip her hair harder. her finger made its way to down to you hole and inserting one finger to start. all that could be heard was slurping from abby and your moans filling the room, you didn’t care who could hear, you wanted abby to know how good she was making you feel.

abby had one goal in mind and it was to make you cum. she got more aggressive with it, licking and sucking all she could almost as if she was making out with your cunt. her jaw was starting to feel sore but she didn’t care. your squirming increased with her speed as you started to feel sensitive and was slightly pushing her head away. she didn’t listen though and wanted you to cum on her mouth. abby swore she could just cum to this.

“abby please don’t stop it feels so fucking good!” abby’s grip tightened on your thighs making you sharply inhale at the slight pain her grip caused but loving the feeling. abby pulled away to focus on her fingers, inserting another and pumping in and out of you. the utterly pornographic sound coming from your cunt just showcasing how wet you were.

“you like that baby?” abby kissed your thighs while so aggressively pumped her fingers inside of you.

“yes s-so so much abs.” abby moved up to kiss you, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“i-im so close abby please.” she kissed you once more and made her way back down to your core, going back to aggressively eating you out to get you to your climax. the feeling of her tongue and finger at the same time get you right to your climax and you’re seeing stars, grabbing at anything you could.

“im gonna cum abby fuck!” you were basically screaming at this point, cumming all over her tongue. she kept going feeling you push her away but that didn’t stop her. feeling tears at the corners of your eyes, you were so sensitive. you had came so hard you felt like you had blacked out.

abby finally pulled away and pulled her fingers out of you, rubbing her hands against your thighs trying to help you calm down from your high. abby’s face completely covered in your cum and her own spit, she wiped her mouth just enough and made her way back up to you. you were trying to catch your breath feeling your legs start to shake from being held up. she started to caress her hand on your cheek.

“are you okay ? i didnt go too far right? do you need anyth-“ you shushed her with your lips, kissing her softly to confirm you were doing more than okay. pulling away you smiled up at her, the high of your climax slowly coming down.

“you’re okay-“

“yes abs im more than okay if anything.”

“how did i do?” you looked at her a little shocked.

“it was amazing abby, like the best i’ve ever felt.”

“oh good i was so worried-“ you put your hand on her cheek, nicely shushing her.

“abby i loved every second of it i promise.” you gave her a peck on the lips and she blushed, going right back to the nervous abby she was before. abby stood up to grab you a wet rag to help you clean yourself up.

“so um do you want to maybe stay the night? its okay if not-“

“were you going to just kick me out?” abby thought she completely fucked this up.

“no no thats not what i meant i just wanted to ask be-“

“abs im kidding- of course ill stay.” you started to put your underwear back on and realized that you didn’t want to wear the same shirt you did to bed.

“do you have a shirt i can borrow?” abby nodded and went to go grab you one of her sleep shirts, she had a lot that were regular tank tops that she wore to bed so she gave you one of those. you threw that on and abby sucked in a breath seeing the side of your boob poking out as if you both didn’t just have sex. abby shook it off and started to clean up the floor.

“do you maybe want to watch a movie? you can choose!” you agreed excitedly running to abby’s dvd collection to see what she has, you went with matilda. this was one of your favorites, you had seen it about a million times. running over to her tv throwing it into the dvd player and joining abby on the bed. abby was sitting up with her legs out so you laid next to her with your head on her chest. abby back to her awkward self felt like she didn’t know if she should say anything to you or leave the night unsaid. before she could even say anything you seemed to be fast asleep, she peeked above you and saw you were completely out. smiling at you falling asleep on her chest, abby was in way deep in love even.

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed ! i apologize if my smut isn’t amazing- let me know what you think!

[evamame]

could you perhaps do something with boyfriend Argentina Tooru Oikawa and reader? can you make it where reader is in university as well? thanks!

yess i can. i kinda got lost in thought writing this so this is what my brain came up with ig. hope you like it nonetheless!!

making up for lost time with oikawa tooru

synopsis: on a small romantic date with oikawa tooru, a rare occasion where you can relax and make up lost time together due to both of your busy schedules.

cw: sfw, fluff, post time skip!oikawa x university!reader, fem!reader, you’re a busy uni student, pet names, established relationship

word count: 1,495

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you’re sitting on your bed in your dorm, scrolling on your phone as you wait for oikawa to arrive. just then, you hear a knock on the door.

you open it to see oikawa in front of you, grinning lovingly with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “hello beautiful,” he says in greeting before placing a kiss to your cheek. you step to the side to let him in, and he closes the door behind him as he enters.

you take the bouquet from him, your hands brushing against each other. you pull it close to your chest, inhaling the flowery scent you always adore. “thank you, these are gorgeous,” you say as you look at him with a soft smile on your face, and he gives you one of his own in return.

“you’re welcome baby. you ready?”

“i’m ready. give me a second,” you reply, taking a few steps over to your bedside table on the other side of your incredibly small dorm room. you grab the scissors on your desk and snip the ribbon holding the stems together, then put the flowers in an empty vase already filled with water.

you grab your bag hooked onto your bed frame, then go back to oikawa’s side, holding out your hand for him to take, “let’s go.”

he gladly takes your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with a gentle but firm grip. he opens the door and leads you down the hall and out of your dorm complex.

it isn’t often that you two have time to go out on a small date like this. ever since you two came to argentina for him to play volleyball professionally, his schedule is jam packed with training. he’s in the gym almost every single day from morning to evening. and as for you, you’re handling the responsibilities of a typical university student. taking classes during the day, and then going home to spend hours on homework and assignments.

you try your best to find a middle ground, but it doesn’t work a lot of the times. you’re always grateful to have more than a few hours to spend with him. the busy schedule wasn’t something either of you wanted, but eventually it happened and there isn’t much either of you can do. but you’re both chasing your dreams, so it’ll all be worth it in the end.

you walk through campus, looking around at the scenery and listening to oikawa ramble about his practices and anything else that’s been going on in his life since you two last got to meet in person. you two aren’t able to avoid stares, though, since oikawa’s face has been plastered on headlines since the team started tournament season once again.

as he finishes his long speech, he turns to you, “how about you? how’s university going?”

“it’s good. the same classes as usual, and the same load of homework.”

he nods understandingly, a soft smile and a loving look in his eyes as he listens to you speak, “i expected you to say that.” as you continue walking, his thumb runs mindlessly over your knuckles.

you eventually reach your destination, a small, locally owned argentinian style coffee shop on the outskirts of campus. oikawa rushes in front of you to open the door for you, letting you go in before following behind you. you both place your orders at the counter, not without oikawa and you getting a surprised look of recognition from the barista, before taking a seat in the corner.

he places his hand on top of yours on the table, a lovey grin plastered across his face. “what’s the grin for?” you question.

“nothing. i’m just really happy to see you again.”

you smile, a light flush of pink forming on your cheeks, “me too. it’s been so long. i wish our schedules would work at least a little bit better.”

he nods in agreement, “yeah, it really sucks. as much as i love volleyball, i am a bit excited for it to be over so i can spend more time with you.”

“after i graduate i’ll finally be free from writing papers until midnight. and then i’ll have a more flexible schedule.”

a knowing smile forms on his lips, “yeah, that would be nice.”

the order number for your food and drinks are called, and oikawa pushes his chair back with a small scrape to stand up. he walks up to the pick up end of the counter, taking the tray to the table. he places your drink and pastry down for you, before helping himself.

you take a sip of your beverage as oikawa takes a bite of his cake, and his eyes widen instantly as he takes in the flavor. he quickly takes another spoonful and puts it infront of your mouth, “try this. it’s really good.”

you scoff in amusement at his attempt to feed you, “you’re such a cheesy romantic. i can feed myself, you know.”

he grins playfully, “my cheesy romance is how i show my love. just try it.”

you try the cake, and your eyes widen just like his did as you swallow, “it is really good.” you then offer him a bite of your pastry, and as he tries yours with a pleased reaction you give each other knowing looks.

“trade?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“yes,” you say as you two slide your plates across the table to each other.

after chatting for a long while, you’ve both finished your food and drinks. oikawa places your empty dishes on the tray and carries them to the drop them off at the end of the counter. as he returns, you stand up and hook your bag on your shoulder, then leave the café with him.

he holds the door for you again as you exit, and then rushes to catch up with you. he laces your fingers together, and you two look around at the scenery. the streets in argentina are bright and lively, a change from the view back home. the culture is a bit different, but you’ve both gotten used to the new lifestyle by now.

you two make your way back to your dorm room, exchanging easy conversation. talking with oikawa is second nature. it’s not something you’ve ever had to put any thought into, although that’s expected with his extroverted and flirty nature.

you two walk up the stairwell in your dormitory when oikawa lets out a tired remark, “why are there so many stairs? you couldn’t have picked a room on a lower level?” his voice feigns dramatic exhaustion as he speaks.

you scoff, “there are only three levels, for one. and for two, i thought you were a world famous athlete.”

“that’s not important,” he replies with a tired pant, smiling playfully.

you reach your floor, and take out your keys to unlock the front door of your dorm room with a click. the door peers wide open and you sling your bag over your bed frame before taking off your shoes. oikawa follows suit, quickly taking off his own shoes and flopping onto your bed on his back with a sigh.

“make your self at home, i guess,” you say with a jokingly annoyed sigh.

a small smile tugs at his lips, ignoring the teasing tone in your words, “thanks. i will. your bed is so much more comfortable than mine.” he takes one of your throw pillows, propping it under his head.

you sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at him with an amused smile, “what are you so tired for?”

“nothing. i just feel relaxed.”

“relaxed?”

he nods, “yeah. we never get to have alone time like this. it’s calming.”

you frown a little at his comment. it’s true, how overbearing your schedules are. you wish this type of intimate time was something the two of you could enjoy more often.

you decide not to dwell on it though, replying with a soft smile, “that’s true. let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”

and with that, oikawa scoots to lay on one side of the bed, patting the space next to him. you move to rest next to him, and he quickly wraps his arms around you to pull you against his chest. he envelopes you from behind in a warm embrace, his face buried into your shoulder. he tilts his head to breathe in the scent of your hair, a content sigh leaving his lips. the familiar smell of his cologne and shampoo fills your senses and brings a feeling of serenity.

“would i be right to guess you’re going to spend the night again?”

“can i?” he questions, and you can feel him smiling against your neck as his breath tickles your skin.

“of course you can. i said we should make the most of our time, didn’t i?”

“then i’ll be here by your side as long as i can.”

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[reyesstrand]

I wish you would write a fic where Carlos comes home after a rough case and TK cuddles and kisses him on the couch to make him feel better

(thank you!! love your fics!!)

(thank you!! <3)

His hands are still shaking.

There’s a slight tremor as he digs in his pocket for his keys, and all Carlos can do is feel guilt. It chews away at his insides as devastated cries ring in his ears, the backing track to his last several hours ever since their kidnapping case resolved with the kind of unhappy ending he’d only been warned about by other Rangers. Tonight, two families mourn, and Carlos couldn’t do anything but turn in his paperwork and get assigned something new.

The front door slides open, and Carlos realizes he’s still standing there, frozen in time. TK is revealed to him slowly, in the purposefully oversized AFD hoodie he wears when it’s late and he’s missing Carlos, his skin golden in the soft hues of lamplight behind him. TK only needs to take one long look at his husband before he’s stepping closer and curling a gentle hand around Carlos’ wrist.

“Come on, baby,” TK murmurs, his beautiful face crumpled into a frown. Carlos feels even worse for causing that look. He closes the door and secures the latch behind Carlos, locking them in and all danger out. He pushes up on tiptoe, and Carlos already has his arms out for the hug that TK folds them into. TK kisses behind his ear, the little freckle he loves, and settles back down so he’s flat on his feet but keeps his arms snug around Carlos’ shoulders. “I saw the news. How’re you doing?”

Carlos has been a Ranger for two weeks. Maybe he isn’t cut out for it.

“That was a dumb question, huh,” TK murmurs, thumb stroking now at the base of Carlos’ neck, where his curls have loosened in the heat of the night.

“I keep…” Carlos freezes, and keeps his eyes locked on the wedding photo displayed proudly by the couch, where he and TK are pressed together and their parents—the ones still living—flank their sides. The absence rings like a bell. “I should’ve done more. Stayed later. That family will never be the same.”

“You did everything you could,” TK insists. “Come on, come sit with me.”

Carlos wants to refuse; wants to shower in scalding water to physically remove all traces of this day from his skin; wants to go for a run at a brutal pace; wants to go back to the office and open up the case file that sits in his locked cabinet, to put this anger, this devastation, to good use. But TK gives him the wide eyes, the little pout, and something overtakes his body as he follows his husband to their spot on the couch—tucked into the corner, with Carlos’ back against the cushions and TK practically sprawled on top of him, an arm and a leg secure around him, keeping him in place.

“I keep hearing these screams,” Carlos admits, once TK’s encouraged him to push his face into the crook of TK’s neck, He smells of citrus and vanilla and home. “They were so awful, TK. Makes me think I shouldn’t even be doing this if I can’t help people.”

TK gently pries his face up, so they’re eye-to-eye. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you do help people, baby. It’s terrible what happened, but you did everything you could.”

Carlos’ frown deepens, and TK kisses the crease between his brows. When the tears sting at the corners of his eyes, TK makes a soft noise and holds him close again.

“I know nothing I’ll say right now will help.”

Carlos shakes his head minutely, his throat thick with an unreleased cry.

“But I’m here, okay?” TK whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Carlos focuses on it like it’s a healing balm—like it can radiate throughout his soul and lift him up, even a little bit. He settles more into TK’s arms as he kisses his head again, and again, scratching one hand down the back of the t-shirt Carlos had thrown on haphazardly before leaving work. It sends chills throughout his body; makes him feel tethered to this earth. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

[kiame-sama]

what would happen if the human decided to be everyone’s mate?

Warnings: yandere, adult themes, multiple yanderes, poly relationship, harem style relationship, HAE AU,

I have thought about the full harem route and it would be an established hierarchy and social standing among the fellas.

Malleus is top tier as the physically strongest of the group and he suddenly has a lot of competent and skilled mages in his Hoard. He will be adding all of the Harem to his Hoard, he understands it as the Human having their own Hoard in the form of the Harem.

Second tier would be the mates the Human chooses as their 'generals' to guard and protect them as primary mates (ie. Housewardens, personal favorites, the princes of the group)

The tier below that is the kind of aides to the second tier (Vice-Housewardens) that they get more time with the Human due to spending more time with the second tiers.

The others fall into a rotating group of those who get to spend the night with the Human and those who have to wait their turns.

There is a complex turn system only the Human understands and most are just trying to win the Human's favor, a lot like concubines.

Pregnancies are spread out in terms of planned ones (for those that need it from a familial/social standpoint, ie. Kalim, Leona, Malleus) and those that just happen. It would be possible for several of the egg laying species to pair together to create a dual species pregnancy where the Human carries both clutches of eggs. For the Nymphs they could form young themselves using the DNA of the Human, though they do want to continue the act of coitus with the Human if possible.

Intimacy has to be planed based on who gets along best and who can share semi-peacefully to not upset their shared Human mate during the interaction.

They will continue their cycle of smaller assigned guard groupings as they did in Night Raven to ensure the Human stays safe.

[bekolxeram]

Day 2 of @bucktommyfluffebruary, cooking together.

Fashionably late as usual🙇🏻‍♀️

You can also read it on AO3

Secret Ingredient

rated T | 955 words

“Open up,” Buck holds up a wooden spoon full of red sauce to Tommy’s face. It’s a classic Italian-American meat sauce, made with a base of well sweated sofrito, a large can of San Marzano style tomatoes from Fresno, completed with huge, unctuous chunks of beef chuck, Italian sausages, even several oxtail pieces for texture and flavor, and finished with a touch of Italian herbs. The exquisite aroma by itself is enough to make Tommy’s stomach growl and his mouth water.

“How’s that?” Buck eyes his boyfriend gingerly, trying to gauge his reaction.

Tommy’s brows crease as he closes his eyes.

“Mmmmmm,” He hums in enjoyment, “that’s the tastiest thing I’ve had in a while.”

“Really? Let me try,” Buck grins while sampling a small amount of his creation.

He frowns the moment the sauce touches his tongue.

“It doesn’t taste right,” Buck sighs in disappointment.

“I love it! I’m Italian, so when I say a pasta sauce is good, it’s definitely good.”

“Half-Italian,” Buck leaves his wooden spoon on the counter top, then hangs his head down out of frustration. “I’m not saying it’s terrible, but it doesn’t taste like Miceli’s.”

Tommy wraps his arms around the younger man’s waist from behind, comforting him. “We can always go order some if you’re craving Miceli’s.”

“No!” Buck turns around instantly, “Miceli’s is banned, for eternity. We’re not going back to that cursed restaurant.”

“But… takeout doesn’t count?”

Buck pouts at Tommy’s smart-ass smirk.

“Okay, no more Miceli’s. That’s what I’m willing to do for love,” Tommy gives Buck a few soft pecks on his lips, until his pout transforms into a sweet, dimply smile. “My nonna used to tell me, the most important ingredient in Italian cooking is…”

“Love?”

“It’s a good guess, but I wouldn’t say line cooks working for near minimum wage love their customers.”

“Then what is it?”

“Patience. You can’t rush over the simmering step. You have to give the onions, carrots, garlic, tomatoes and meat time to breath, to slowly get to know each other, to mingle, until they morph into something greater than the sum of their individual selves, something entirely different, something more beautiful.”

“Your grandmother sounds like a very wise person.”

“She was.”

Buck ducks his head a little, looking up at Tommy flirtatiously through his lashes, “then, what should we do to keep us occupied while we’re waiting?”

Tommy contemplates for a few moments, just in time for the playlist in the background switching over to a new song. “I have an idea,” the sound of string instruments swell, before the gently shimmering guitar picking joins in, “you still owe me a dance.”

Tommy lets go of Buck, then extends one of his hands as invitation, “may I?”

I knew a boy who was swallowed by the sky

By the flashing lights

They hang on to each other tightly, arms splayed across each other’s back, chests flushed against one another. No fancy twirls, no choreographed moves, no spectators. Just the two of them, in the middle of the kitchen, swaying lazily, intimately to the music.

I knew a man who got lost in the big dark blue

And he came out alive

Just the two of them, getting lost in each other’s presence.

I knew a boy, I knew a man that looked a lot like you

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Eddie keeps knocking on Buck’s door, but no one’s answering.

Christopher accidentally left his fully finished, printed out and bound science assignment behind when Buck was babysitting.

Eddie debates internally whether to break out his spare key. On one hand, he wants to respect his friend’s privacy, on the other, Christopher’s assignment is due tomorrow. He’s made a promise to himself and his son to become the best father in human history, Buck and Tommy are probably out on a dinner date anyway, so he decides to let himself in.

The view inside of the loft is… strange, to say the least.

The lights are on, albeit somewhat dimly, with a pot of sauce bubbling on the stovetop. Yet, there doesn’t seem to be anyone home.

Right as Eddie’s about to take another step, he hears a voice gradually descending from upstairs.

“LAFD is here! I heard there’s someone stuck in the kitchen?”

“Yes! Please help me! An Italian man tied me up for being impatient with his sauce!” Another voice comes out of the kitchen, from under the counter top.

Eddie meets Tommy’s eyes as soon as the pilot reaches the bottom of the stairs. Somehow, Tommy has his turnout gear on. Only his turnout gear, nothing else.

“Oh, hey! Eddie,” Tommy hastily covers himself up with his coat, “what are you doing here?”

“Uh….. Chris…. He left his uh... homework here…”

“Oh yeah yeah yeah,” Buck’s head pops up from under the kitchen island, “I put it on the shelf right next to the door.”

“Are you…” Eddie asks Buck, pointing his finger downward.

“Um… yeah. Sorry I can’t help you because…” Buck wiggles his tied up wrist to get the point across, blushing a little in the process.

“No problem. I’ll just go… get it,” Eddie starts taking off towards the shelf, which is unfortunately in the general direction of the kitchen.

“No no no no no, stop!” Buck shouts before Eddie can walk any closer. “Tommy, can you go get it for him?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Tommy slowly waddles his way to his destination, clenching at his coat for dear life to protect his modesty. “Here you go.”

“Uh… thanks. I’ll just… leave you two to whatever this is.”

Eddie suddenly turns around on his way out, “wait a minute. Are you cooking or having sex?”

“Both?” Buck chuckles.

“Argh, why did I even ask?”

[strangedreamsofafish]

finally doing one of those notes games!

5 notes: I'll finish my missing Duolingo and get 100xp into my other Duolingo assignment (doing it rn!)

10 notes: I'll stop chewing gum as much, and try to save my gum money (waaaaa)

15 notes: I'll finish all of my physical Japanese homework (I will do it after I finish my lab assignment)

20 notes: I'll reorganaize my closet, over the weekend when I have time

25 notes: I'll update one of my (not current) fanfictions

30 notes: I'll get started on my TBR

35 notes: I'll study for an hour

40 notes: I'll start going to bed at ten thirty

55 notes: I'll start doing my laundry

60 notes: I'll be more organized and on top of my assignments

65 notes: I'll give myself a set study schedule

70 notes: I'll completely finish one fanfiction

75 notes: I'll deep clean my room and walls

80: I'll start fixing my attention span

85: I'll come out to my friends

90: I'll do the thing.

95: I go outside more

100: You decide.

Blue: Completed

Red: not completed

Orange: in process of completing.

Rules: Three notes per person.

[frostbiteisthenewjackieshauna]

Hiiii, can you please write your dating shauna hc please? thank youuu 🤓

shauna shipman my cutiepie!! (sfw, pre crash/no crash!au)

Lemme take it from the top

she’s wayyy too shy to ask you out

she kind of eyes you all the time and can barely pay attention in classes that you have together

and Jackie bugs her to just ask you out!!

what’s the worst that could happen? you saying no?

but that is what she feared most

yearning was something she did great, and she’d rather do that then deal with rejection, so she just stays quiet

which does turn out to be very difficult once your history teacher assigns seats to everyone

and just her luck, she’s right next to you!!

believe me, paying attention was hard at first too, but now it’s downright impossible

that’s why she starts doing worse in history

which is surprising, she’s a straight A student

so the teacher gives her a tutor

you!

your guys’ first tutoring session was awkward as hell

you thought she was rude (even though she never seemed that way to you) since she barely talked or memorized anything you said

or tried to teach her

she’s a little embarrassed too, it’s usually her that tutors others

however with a big push from Jackie she does apologize, saying she’s always weird around new people

which is true, but this was a bit different, definitely

still, the tutoring gets funner and less dreaded, and it ended pretty fast- as soon as Shauna broke the ice with you, she could finally pay mind to class

and you two do become friends

you’re one of her only friends, really

until she blurts it out while you were having coffee

“I mean I do like you. Not as a friend.”

she said, trying to convince you she was joking

it was obviously not supposed to come out, but you guys were rambling about falling in love with friends

and she YAPPED

which made that thought that was supposed to stay buried deep come out

and you went through with it until the rest of the date hangout

and then kissed her before getting out of her car

it was a hurried peck, neither of you being all that experienced

she gave you those eyes.

you know the ones.

which made you kiss her again

I mean how could you not??

this time it was deep and passionate, and it turned into a full blown makeout session with you in her lap

the kind of sesh that you both enjoyed so much you felt no need to go further

after that day, she was officially your girlfriend!! yay!!

“I’ve wanted to make you mine for a long time.” you said

“You- yeah uh, sure! Of course, yeah, yours.”

you and Jackie became total besties, playfully making fun of Shauna together

you probably heard Jackie saying “Get a room!” more then any other words in history

but on a serious note, you knew how important their friendship was and made no effort to get in the way of it

but Shauna just wanted to be around you always

calls you over to just chill and do nothing

she just relishes being in your presence, no matter what you do or who else you’re with

short lil makeout sessions while waiting for Jackie to emerge from the house when you go to pick her up for school in the morning

also I cannot stress this enough: wearing. her. flannels.

she has a bizarre amount of them

and she notices that they keep going missing…

doesn’t even try to ask for them back, because she melts as soon as she sees you in one

plays you her “weird” music

is ecstatic when you end up liking it

baking together!!

i have a feeling she’s an amazing baker

you guys do it for fun, to try out recipes or sometimes for charity!!

in the beginning she only lets you measure dry ingredients but relents as soon as you pout

most of your dates are intimate like that

she loves being personal, maybe not secret but does like privacy

not big on PDA at all

the most she’ll do is hold your hand

back to date night though

since dating you, she got so much closer to Tai and Van because you keep going to double dates!!

omg Tai and you listening to them ramble about their nerdy shit

it’s so cute really, you guys shoot each other knowing looks across the table

other then them, you meet all of the team

but still, Tai, Van, and Jackie stay your favorites (other then Shauna obviously)

also! half her journal entries are about you

how pretty you looked, something you’d told her, writes down little details of the stories you tell her that she knows you’d appreciate her knowing

she’s completely devoted to you, and can do nothing to help it

(you feel the same way)

and you love how cute and shy she is around you

especially in the beginning

but later on, she can be more then bold, trust

overall, dating Shauna would be super soft and intimate in every way shape and form

it’s not all that thrilling, but cozy and comfortable

[cerezasefimeras]

Hi! I wanna add to this cause I think I can give a (kindoff) accurate idea of who Ran is, u know? Also, sorry for how long it is...

For me, I think that Ran is someone that like his brother, values self-discovery a lot, the difference is as Ina said rindou crafted an image for himself that anyone can relate and see, but with Ran I think that this image changes SOOO DRASTICALLY across his life, I think that Rindou is more "stable" with said identity, he is a hot nerdy loser since youth he will always be that but with Ran? I see it soo differently.

For 13 year old Ran, I think that his identity there was a kid that wanted to be seen as cool by others, of course this depends on how you think the haitanis upbringing is but I think that y13!ran wanted to live up to the "cool older bro" that rindou probably had of him, therefore copying what "cool people" will do on TV, like rappers and stuff. Like a really basic version of streetwear, nothing truly extravagant full of accessories mostly oversize hoddie and trousers.

Music wise, I think that this period of his life he listened to more hip hop music (although it wasn't really his cup of tea but it was cool so he do it) and Japan pop, such as Miki Matsubara. AND! I ALSO BELIEVE THIS ERA WAS SOMETHING THAT TRULY INSPIRED RINDOU TO ALSO WEAR MORE HOT STREETWEAR FULL OF ACCESSORIES AND STUFF WHEN HE GETS OLDER.

Anyways, about his hair... one of my personal headcanons is that both haitanis are or really androgynous looking or hermaphrodites, this being more obvious in Ran who also looks the most like their mother. And I believe this is something Ran would be so proud of, like that women must be a baddie for sure...

BUT YEAH, Ran long hair is like a little detail that connects him more to his mother and also shows how comfortable he has always been with his masculinity.

For 15 yrs old!Ran, I think this is the moment of his life where fashion hits him like a truck. He learns more bout it and is so fascinated, but everything he immediately starts to explore different styles and brands... usually alternative substyles that tend to go "darker" like jirai kei, rokku gyaru, romantic goth, etc etc... and obviously his fan n1 rindou follow him cause that shit is and looks cool as fuck.

He is feeling himself, experimenting who is really what he likes and what's resonating with him. I think he likes more dark styles and that was the main thing he was certain off but in contrast of rindou who maybe saw styles like punk and streerwear and started to create himself I think Ran never found something that was a "ah, this is ME."

Now, 18 to 20 year old Ran... I think he is still in self-discovery, but now he has a new persona... is more elegant, still dark/grunge, but he wants to be charismatic, presentable, and liked by others.

So, I view him as a style similar to a vampire. It also fits how fucking pale this man is and how he does not get a BIT of sun.

Wears lots of jewellery, not as chunky and dramatic as Rin but more elegant and sophisticated that you KNOW by looking at it the price may kill u.

I also feel his closet is mostly female assigned clothing, and maybe sometimes would wear long skirts cause they're cool and fit him, his style and everything.

Although I do believe Harajuku was such a big thing for him and rindou, their school bags are even decorated (idk right word) like harajuku baddies would do, iconic.

In terms of music, I think he does listen to everything... mostly: maneskin, tyla, flo, tinashe, wave to eath and red velvet.

I think his music taste, or at least his top listening depends SO MUCH on his style, like if he is feeling dark/grunge/messy however the fuck u wanna call it those are the topsss

Maybe he is dressing more white, soft, like a cute little angel... Coco & clair clair, kali uchis & mac demarco are on top.

Finally, Bonten and Final timeline Ran... he is a mess, mess weird icon boy okay..

I think that THIS is who Ran Haitani truly is, a mess. The only thing he was missing was colour, who he wanted to strip away of so bad...

He dresses still really feminine, overlaying, a truly fashionita, but I think it is the colour and the idgaf mentality this man has in his 30-40s who make Ran Haitani, Ran Haitani.

Music taste? Jazz. Give this man his jazz, wine and a olives and he will have a fucking blast.

Why? Cause he is too damn old to give a fuck about looking cool or not to other, I think this is when Ran realises he looks 100% cooler when he is doing shit for himself and not to look perfect in front of others.

... this shit was too long, this is it. Good night yall.

I have been a fan of the haitanis for so many years but i have never been able to figure out Ran's character the way i have for Rindou. For example ive Never managed to characterise him with music. Like what does he listen to. What songs represent him the best. Does the guy even listen to music. I have thought of him listening to the nbhd but after a while it just didnt seem right either. And for pinterest boards too. I have a hard time figuring out what ran would be like in person and his aesthetics. Fashion wise he's definitely not as grungy as his brother but he's not exactly soft boy either. Like in between? Maybe he wears branded stuff more? But like what. 😭 i feel like my struggles with him also resonates with how ran is as a person (as a character) bc he's so unpredictable all the time

[raksh-writes]

Nothing quite like getting fully-bedridden, I-wanna-die type of flu in the middle of exam season, truly :'))))

[rottengurlz]

toxic yuri vampires you will always be famous to me

[cent-scratchnsniff]

it was just going to be a few warmup doodles but then she infected the rest of the page like the ever eternal and spreading spores. hod!!! hod. hod :)

[worm-on-my-way]

|| except for something in the eyes and a bit of drool ||

[shigussy]

i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny

also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade

-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)

-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)

-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)

-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)

my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath

in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do