#and they really are acting stupid not like being lovey dovey

[razzellyn]

Cuddles!!

No tricks this time!! Just fluffy cuddle session!!!

Part 2!!!!

MCB

Part 1 here!!!

Notes in the end!!!

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Dexter

• Oh he's a cuddle bug. He doesn't act like it, but he's very cuddly at times. He also doesn't really mind when someone sees you two, still would prefer to be in private though.

• Sometimes the two of you cuddle while nature/bird watching. He often points out the little creatures that the two of you could find and then share fun facts about them. He yaps like that only to the people he trusts.

• More often than not he bombards you with kisses all over your face. How? By pressing his face against yours of course!

Fleta Z

• He's a bit hesitant for some reason, but once you've convinced him he's actually very into it. He also takes this time to learn more about you! Maybe even sway your heart with a compliment or two.

• Not overly cuddly, but he will smother you in affection. In fact, he's not leaving you alone until you give him his daily hugs.

• Soft kith after every cuddle/hugs. No backing out from him! He will hunt you down (not literally). Quite the gentleman while he kissed you. Very gentle indeed.

Wild Guardy

• What's a cuddle?

• Jk, he knows what cuddle is. He just doesn't know what to think of it. You'll have to slowly introduce him to the concept too, start by holding his hands and then side-hug him, etc.

• Overtime he does gets comfortable and decided to cuddle. He's awkward and terribly nervous about it, but he's doing great. Be patient with him okay?

• He usually asks for cuddles when either of you are stressed out about something or just having a terrible day in general. Surprise him with a peck on his cheek too, that helps him greatly.

Buffalo Crush

• Absolute cuddle bug. You might be crushed under his strength, but don't worry, he always apologizes after. Oh and please hug him daily, he loves it.

• He is also the one to DRAG you to a cuddle if he thinks you haven't spend much time with him yet. Though he will be a bit shy about it at first. He just loves being close to you okay!!!

• Unfortunately he's hard to be pushed away once you do cuddle. It was either him or the world. The world, which means letting him hug you to death. Him, which means leaving him to sulk in the corner.

Buster Gallon

• He'll make a comment about how it's a waste of time and is a useless thing to do, but then when you pull him into a hug he puts his entire weight on you and cuddles you like crazy.

• The cuddle doesn't end until he says so. Well you could just bribe him with a kiss or two if you want to be freed, but that's a 50/50 chance. He's tired of Black Dan's bullsh t man let him be.

• He also lets go when someone randomly comes in on you two cuddling. If they make fun of you two, he's hunting them down. If they don't make a single comment, he just lets them be. He's got a red face though so that's something.

Black Hook

• It's also a 50/50 situation with him. He'd either be immediately into it or he thinks it's stupid and leaves. Let's be real, his actions depends on his mood.

• That being said, despite being the leader of his team, he's quite gentle with holding you. Unless he's been feeling a bit down, he's going to cuddle you until death.

• Don't expect to be treated like a royalty though, he's a pirate not a servant. He's going to cuddle you whenever and wherever he wants to. Yes, even in mid air, however that works.

Heavy Iron

• Definitely thinks he's better as a big spoon than a small spoon. Well he's true, but he's definitely more 'cuter' as a small spoon. He won't admit it but you will.

• He'll hug you when he feels like it, or you're genuinely in one of your less preferred moods. That being said, if he was also in one of his preferred moods, a quick cuddle does well in calming him down.

• The same as the two above, it's a 50/50 situation with him unfortunately. He's not exactly a lovey dovey type so... don't expect much out of him.

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First of all, i would just like to say

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Secon of all, i am SO SOSOSOSOSOS SORRY for being gone for MONTHS

eugh I'm so lazy at times and so busy at the same time it's FKALRBSOCNW

No srsly I'm so sorry

I'M SORRY

I'm sorrryysyaurhisyroah 😭😭😭

Anyways hope y'all like this part 😋

[juanabaloo]

i love how in The Kiss Eliza's character just nopes out of there at the gallery party when her roommate and roommates' love interest start acting stupid. She's just like, "nah see ya" and walks away.

[lilislegacy]

i love how in heroes of olympus, there’s a boat full of couples (+leo☺️). and yet even if you didn’t know when each couple started dating, it’s so blatantly obvious that percy and annabeth have been together the longest, and are the most serious

cause frank and hazel are still pretty nervous/unsure with each other. they JUST started dating, and are so pure and adorable. they just haven’t quite figured out the romance part yet

and jason and piper have their moments, but they’re just so… distant. like not physically, of course, but they just don’t really seem to connect on a deep level. and they aren’t super affectionate, at least not physically or openly. piper is constantly unsure about where they’re at, and while jason has thoughts about how great piper is, he doesn’t openly show his feelings too often.

but percabeth? they’re the oldest in age (physically), have known each other the longest, and have been romantically committed to each other for the most time. they act like they’ve been together for eternity, which is funny since they were technically only dating for 4 months before percy got abducted. but they just have such a deep history together and such an intense connection. they’re in it for the long run. there’s no doubt or uncertainty - and it shows. like…annabeth is so wife girlfriend. there are so many funny/cute little moments, like her scolding him for putting too much syrup on his pancakes, and telling him to take a shower when he smells bad. and when percy suggests him and jason should go on a dangerous quest instead of annabeth and piper, instead of being like “omg he cares so much about me😍” (which hazel and piper would have done) annabeth is like “what seaweed brain?? you think two guys can do better than two girls??” and percy is immediately like “uh uh NO nope i definitely do NOT think that!!” he knows better. the immediate fear is so husband boyfriend of him. they simultaneously have the most disagreements (remember when percy called annabeth out when she thought she should navigate through rome alone, and basically called her stupid for thinking it was a good idea, and then they argued and had a face-off, which percy won) - while also being the most lovey dovey (they’re constantly putting their hands on each other - annabeth putting her hand on his chest to calm him down, putting their hands on each other’s arms for support, percy having his arm around her when they’re at the edge of the ship, always giving each other a kiss on the mouth or the cheek when they separate, etc). and they have no issues sneaking off in the middle of the night to do some talking and kissing. and quite frankly, making out in front of piper in BoO (remember that? when piper got super uncomfortable at how long their kiss was lasting, and then annabeth let out, and i quote, “grunt-whimpers”). they are just so natural and comfortable with each other. piper says it herself.

i just think it’s so funny. little frazel being adorable and blushing when they hold hands, jiper is happy to be dating but they’re also a little angsty and uncertain, and then there’s percabeth just being the old married couple they are. (and leo is being cute and fixing stuff)

[maxivstappen]

congrats on 1k again mel 🤍 i'm so proud of u!!

i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri

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౨ৎ PART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ৎ

summary — you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasn’t. he liked to tell people that he’s certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.

a/n — thank you so much for your constant support ml🥹 im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song ‚juno’ by sab!

warnings — kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isn’t my first language, not proofread

It really wasn’t your fault.

You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you weren’t used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.

Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for ‚urgent needs‘ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.

The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least that’s what you told everyone. At least that’s what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldn’t keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.

After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that he’s not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldn’t even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.

So yes. It is his fault! Because if he’s really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love — like you admittedly were — then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldn’t even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that he’s not in love with you just months ago?

He couldn’t expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the “casual” sex wasn’t enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.

If he was sooo sure he’s not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who weren’t him, and since it‘s his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.

In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldn’t hurt him.

You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, “juno“ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind — including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didn’t have feelings for you.

You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friend’s, jack’s, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didn’t make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you aren’t just friends, right?

So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscar‘s direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didn’t mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didn‘t have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.

It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.

His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Lando‘s face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?

Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesn‘t want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.

So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.

“Fancy another beer?“ You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your façade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!

He shook his head.

The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?

You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol you‘ve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasn’t nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?

“What were you doing with him, y/n?”

Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didn’t even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. “Tell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?”

“Oscar I-“

“Keep talking or I’ll stop,” he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.

You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldn’t keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.

“I was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!”

Oscar’s furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didn’t get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldn’t focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.

“Stop what? Talk to me, please. I didn’t like seeing you with him,” he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?

“Why don‘t you love me?“ You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.

“I- What? Why would you think that?“

“Maybe because you literally said so?“

“Uhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,“ he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didn‘t say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. “Don‘t cry on me, y/n, please don‘t,“ he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. “Was just being stupid, didn‘t wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,“ he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didn’t confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didn’t love you.

You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. You‘d have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that you‘d go back home with him. It wasn‘t enough to make it official, you weren‘t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.

Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasn’t his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didn’t have to make him fall in love with you.

Because he already was.

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[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Here's a little sneak peak on my part for the dynamite-gzg collab, linked here. Have fun~

Katsuki Bakugo has always loved you.

So of course he gets you something every valentines, even though he hates the stupid day. Seeing couples holding hands and being all lovey-dovey drives him crazy- or maybe it's because he doesn't get to spend the day with the one person that's always on his mind.

He gets you your favourite shampoo and perfumes. Maybe you complained that your lipgloss was running thin or that your mascara isn't popping like it usually does, he gets you a new one — he always does.

But for all his efforts, there’s one thing that still drives him crazy: the fact that you haven’t realized how much he loves you.

He knows you care about him—hell, you’re his best friend, and you’re always there for him. But he wants more than that, even if he’s too damn stubborn to say it outright. 

Every time he sees you laughing with someone else, or when you mention some guy who’s caught your eye, it feels like a punch to the gut. He wonders if you’ll ever notice the way he looks at you, the way he stays up thinking about you long after he should be asleep, and sleep is a priority to him, mind you.

So, as he stands in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his uniform, he takes a deep breath. Today’s the day he’s going to tell you. Well, maybe. If the opportunity presents itself, that is. He’s not a coward, but the thought of messing this up makes his heart race in a way. He glances back to the little black box on his bed. What if it’s too much?

The day drags on, each class blending into the next as he tries to focus on anything but the way his heart clenches every time he sees you smile. By the time lunch rolls around, he’s more than ready for a break, his nerves frayed from the constant battle between wanting to tell you how he feels and the fear of ruining what you already have.

He’s sitting at his usual spot on the rooftop, surrounded by almost all of his friends. They’re chatting about the day and the prospect of finding a girl, but he can’t really focus, eyes darting over nervously to his bag where he kept the neat little box.

“Yo, Bakugo,” one of his guys call out and his eyes snap up. They jut their head out in the opposite direction and Bakugo follows, catching sight of you, walking towards him, with your friend behind you. 

“Katsuki?” you call out, spotting him and making your way over. “Mind if we join you?”

“Suit yourself,” he mutters, trying to hide the way his pulse quickens or the little jab he gets from one of the guys. He sends out a sharp glare, but that does nothing to stop them from snickering. “Yn, we saved you a spot~” one of them practically sings as he moves down, letting you sit next to Bakugo.

As you settle next to Katsuki, the familiar scent of your shampoo wafts over to him, instantly making him feel both at ease and on edge. You open your bento, the simple act of eating your lunch somehow making his heart beat faster.

You glance over at him and give him a curious smile. "Everything okay, Kats? You seem kinda out of it today."

He grunts, looking away quickly. "'M fine. Jus’ tired of all this Valentine's crap."

You chuckle, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "Yeah, I figured you’d say that. Bet you're dying to get back to studying, huh?"

"Something like that," he mutters, though in reality, studying is the last thing on his mind. He’s too preoccupied with the box in his bag and the fact that he’s been holding onto this secret for so long.

He’ll give it to you when the school day ends. He doesn’t want all of the teasing that  comes with it.

"Here. It's nothing special, but I figured you'd like it." he pushes the box closer to you, a blush coating the tips of his ears.

You blink in surprise, taking the box from him. "Oh, Katsuki, you didn’t have to get me anything. But thank you!" You smile warmly, your expression softening as you look at him.

“Just open it already,” he grumbles, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. Why did this have to feel so damn intense?

You open the box carefully, revealing a delicate gold bracelet with a small charm shaped like the letter "K." The simple design speaks volumes more than any frilly Valentine's Day gift ever could. It’s a subtle yet personal touch, one that shows just how much he thinks about you, even if he doesn't say it.

He helps you attach it to your wrist and you smile, watching as it dangles and glimmers in the sunlight.

“Kats, it’s so cute. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!” you squeal, practically jumping onto him as you hug him tightly. The carmine-eyes male smiles slightly, wrapping an arm around you.

“Ohhh~ Bakugo has a girl~” someone teases, and Bakugo immediately stiffens. The whoops and ‘ooh’s’ that follow only fuel his embarrassment, and he can feel the heat creeping up from his neck to his cheeks. Maybe he should wait to tell you a bit longer.

…

Why was he being such a pussy all of a sudden?

[glassica]

Surprise boyfriend

Notes: M!yan x F!reader, non-con, sexual language, cursing, pregnancy trapping, blackmailing threats

"Hey Y/N, heard you go out with Ray right?"

You spat out the remaining cold brew. You? Go out with whom???

People must've assumed you were into him after seeing your exchanges at the party. But you swear that wasn't that serious at all! You were just fooling around to kill time!

- No. Who told you that?

- Ray posted about you all over his insta. Yeah right you don't use that app... But what do you mean you two aren't dating!?

You took one look at your friend's phone. Lo and behold, countless pictures of you and him holding hands and acting all lovey-dovey like a real couple. Your brain juggled through the hazy memories to see when the selfies were taken but oh dear, you were so drunk off the mind on that night to recall everything.

- Ray, excuse me. Do you have a moment?

- Sweetie I always have time for you. What do baby want from me now? ~

His cheesy line brought shattering earthquakes to your brain. God this man had zero shame, or you had been cursed to carry the embarrassment baggage on his behalf. "If we were alone I'd rip his ass off right instant." - you thought. "And I'll never have time for your goofy ass."

- I believe you misunderstood our relationship. I must've said something deceitful to you during at the party and I'll take responsibility for that. I don't plan to date you or anyone, Ray. I'm so sorry for misleading you.

You spoke in a remorseful tone. Though not able to recollect what nonsense the mouth had blabbered, you felt like owning him an apology regardless. Kids this was why you should never let peer pressure get to you and drink over limits, you never knew if one day you accidentally being entangled with some jackass.

Surprisingly Ray's expression didn't seem to fazed for a bit. On the contrary, the grin on his face got even more ominous and deranged, alerted your sixth sense that nothing coming out from this man was any good: It was a grave mistake involving him in your life.

"My baby wanna break up with me? Oh sweetheart how could you abandon me like that? Have you forgot your little promises to me about love and loyalty? Didn't you say I was your type, that your greatest wish was to be wrapped in my arms every night and showered your body with plenty of kisses?"

Freak. Weirdo. Creep.

How could anyone breath in the same direction of this guy and not get their skin crawled for a second? You were both amused and pissed off witnessing this whole circus show, wondering how out mind you were last Friday to be attracted to this walking joke of a man.

Get this over quickly, or you would end up committing some atrocities on that stupid face.

"I wasn't sober at the time. I must've been spewing rubbish. I'm really sorry for lying to you Ray, but can you please take down those pictures?"

"Why should I? I need to show off everyone my Sweetie's already taken, so that no one could touch you. Besides," - Ray tucked his head over your shoulder, the eerily off-putting grin grew even wider as he whispered softly to your ears, "those pics aren't the only proof of our unshakable bond."

He trailed off, calmly put a hand on your belly.

Your mind went blank.

"BITCH! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!?"

"Now now. You hurt my heart, Sweetie. How could you accuse me of such heinous crime when all I did so much to give you such good time on bed? And don't lie, your pussy was cumming hard for my crotch. I still can recall those pretty little buds-"

Just then, Ray felt a burning heat on his left cheek. You were done. Completely dropped off manners. Eyes flaming with disgust and resentment while both hands clenching fist furiously, you became a wild animal determined to chew off its prey to the bone. You didn't care about anything else, any consequences after, your absolute goal at the moment was to tear this asshole to shreds.

But Ray was infuritatingly nonchalant, cocky even. He wasn't bothered for a bit when facing your wrath. Rubbing hand on the reddish cheek, he continued:

"Don't you believe you can brush your hand away from me, love. I don't like anyone seeing my angel in her purest form, but I have no problem releasing those clips."

A sadistic chuckle let out of his mouth observing the bloodthirst drained out from your face. If you didn't want him as your prince, then he wouldn't hesitate becoming the big bad villain tainting your life forever.

Ray caught your lifeless body in a loving embrace, just like that Friday night, and many more nights in the future.

[mightwritesometimes]

Jax x Reader General HCs

Gender neutral reade, use of y/n

You're not getting spared from his antagonistic personality, actually sometimes it might even be worse for you.

He does actually develop a soft spot for you

If the others mention anything about his affection for you he's going to take it out on you during the next adventure. He'll be trying to prove he doesn't have a soft spot for you by being extra irritating and making things hard for you.

At some point you'll be met with the rare occasion of him saying something actually sweet to you, if you tell anyone it'll never happen again.

He loves PDA though

If you like to cling to him like a lovesick puppy in front of everyone go ahead, but you won't get any lovey dovey attention in return. You will get inappropriate comments from him. The kind of physical PDA you get from him will be him putting his arm around your shoulders, patting your head, poking you, or feeling you up.

If you suddenly feel a hand on your ass that's Jax.

He's not jealous but if he thought someone else in the circus liked you he'd try to make them feel stupid for it. "Oh? You like y/n huh? No no, it's okay, why don't you ask them out hm? I'm sure that would go real well- Oh y/n! Over here, yeah our friend here has something to ask you!"

He loves watching you get flustered or frustrated, if you really want him to back off for a minute start acting really sweet with him and behave as if that's what you two are like in private. He'll act unbothered by it because obviously no one's gonna think that's true but he will leave you alone for a minute because it's secretly kind of embarrassing him. Later he's gonna tell you not to do that again.

If you're trying to fluster him it's gonna turn into a game of chicken to see who's gonna get embarrassed and back out first

If you're spilling any secrets to him before he gets really attached to you they are not safe.

Once he starts to really like and trust you he'll start giving out casual affection and his antics will start seeming a lot less mean spirited

He would let you sleep in his room and then make it sound suggestive the next day "you enjoyed yourself in my bed last night." Knowing full well all you two did was snuggle and fall asleep.

Flirts with you all the time.

If you flirt back instead of getting flustered he's going to keep trying to take it further until it works

[prettyboykatsuki]

in an au where sunday is like... semi-normal, i think he gets into a relationship with you one-sidedly.

like. you confess to having a crush on him. and he truthfully doesn't like you at all at in that way at first lmao. he doesn't hate you either though - just indifferently kind and not all that invested. he goes out with you on that kind of whim. gallagher and robin tell him he's a despicable guy for that.

(when gallagher says it, he's laughing. when robin says it, she's very upset which sunday doesn't like. is he really that despicable? it's not like he hates you or is trying to trick you.

you just seem desperate. and it's interesting.)

at first - nothing in your relationship really changes. though you do act more openly embarrassing around him which he finds... sweet. in a way. but it's not that different. he even asks you about why that is and you have such a pathetic reply it makes him pause.

"i'm happy just being with you," and then a little quieter. "i know you don't really like me."

and he's. a little bothered by that. though you haven't said anything untrue. but it. bothers him. he does like you in a way. so he does something about it. little things at first under the guise of just trying to appease you. hand-holding, sitting next to each other. all lovey-dovey. you're reactions are cute. you're very easy he thinks. and it's cute.

after that - he keeps doing it. he doesn't dislike it, and neither do you. but it doesn't really register that maybe there's a little more to it than that. maybe. it doesn't click until something happens.

you're always clinging to him, like an affectionate but stupid pet. so, it bothers him a lot when he sees you with other people. you're always really nervous around other people, so why are you being so nice to that trailblazer. why are you laughing so openly with people other than him? why are you looking or being around someone else so carefreely? you're dating him aren't you? you like him.

and it clicks a little too later, with a little too much pressure that oh. oh he likes you, doesn't he? more now than you do him.

[joemama-2]

THE LESS I KNOW THE BETTER

gojo x reader

tags/warning: angst, gojo past arc, getou defect

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gojo didn't know what you two were. sure you guys were friends and acted like it, but that didn't seem completely right. do friends usually sleep in each other's bed at night cuddling? do they make each other breakfast and dinner? hold onto one another like they're your lifeline? but you two weren't a couple either. he had made that completely obvious way early on, and you were fine with that. at least that's what he thought.

he should be fine with it too. really, he has no reason to hold you back from talking to other people, meeting other people, doing....things with other people. you guys are still teenagers and he doesn't shy away from the fact that he does every single one of those things. so, why?

why does he feel a foreign, almost nauseating feeling in his stomach, rising up to his throat as if he wants to vomit his lunch? why do his muscles tense and fists clench? he's grinding his teeth so hard he begins to feel a headache take place. his eyebrows form a deep crease in the middle. but none of that matters right now. because he has the sudden overwhelming urge to kick something. or someone.

suguru and you are completely unaware of his presence, too caught up in your own stupid, little worlds that you can't even look at him. or, you do know he's there, but don't care. he's not sure what's worse. however, that's the least of his concerns.

it's the fact that suguru is looking at you with such tenderness, his thumbs running across the smooth skin under your eyes. he's treating you like you're fragile, priceless. and you're enjoying it.

what the hell is going on? since when were you two even acquainted like that? not only is he disgusted by his so called "best friend" trying to make a move on you, but he's disgusted that you don't even push him away. and the small kiss you give him on the tip of his nose really does it for satoru. that was his thing, you were only supposed to do that for him, to him. now you're going behind his back and being lovey dovey with someone who is off limits?

wow, you really were the worst, weren't you?

the words we're not together ring in his ears after he confronts you about the little show you put on for him.

it shouldn't bother him, but it does. why? he put these rules in place, it was his doing, his boundaries. you were just accepting that. so could he really be mad at you? be mad that you were not putting distance between you two and directing your affection, your love towards his friend.

no, he shouldn't. but he is.

no amount of other girls, other kisses he receives, and other touches could live up to you and your soft, welcoming hands. he can't help but see you everywhere he turns. you're all he can think about and it's slowly killing him. because you don't look the least bit affected by the sudden change.

and suguru is the reasoning behind that. he gave you what satoru couldn't.

but even after all his inner turmoil, satoru can't find it in him to be angry at you. so, he welcomes the distance, attempting to prove to himself that he can go without you, that you guys weren't serious in the first place. it gets harder and harder when you come to him spilling and raving about the newest dates and gifts suguru gave you.

is it on purpose? are you breaking his heart on purpose?

but with the warm smile on your face and that twinkle in his eye, one that he never saw when you were with him, he knows you're happy with suguru. and he listens, even offering advice on whatever problems you guys go through. not like he wants to hear any of it. he hates hearing it. he doesn't want to know about anything you two go through, because that same bile feeling from before forms.

so, he starts pushing you away. stops you before you can even mutter suguru's name. he limits the time you spend with him, making up excuses so he can't see you. the less he knows, the better.

until, one drunken night, he's left confused and angry with himself. you had snagged a bottle of cheap alcohol from yaga and came to him. you two used to drink together, before everything changed and suguru got in the way. you were persistent, telling him how much you missed him, almost pleading him. it was pathetic. you had suguru, why were you coming to him?

but just like how he can't get mad at you, he can't deny you.

you don't know how it happened. but you end up crying to him, venting about a recent fight between you and suguru. satoru isn't sure how to comfort you, he's never even seen you cry before. so he does what he knows best, he kisses you.

with intoxication playing a factor, things escalate from there.

"wait ten years, we'll be together."

can he trust you? you're both drunk and high off lust, he's not even sure you know what you're saying. you're probably gonna regret it, if you remember. but he plays into it, the small sliver of hope that's been manifesting taking over.

"don't make me wait forever."

and satoru knew suguru wasn't the same after the death of riko. he knew things were different. it hurt seeing his best friend slowly deteriorate and become an entirely new person. but what hurt even more?

the fact that you stook by his side through it all. you withstood his distance, dismissive attitudes, his harsh words that he spit out when all you wanted to do was comfort him.

why didn't you leave him? stand up for yourself? why are you putting yourself through this?

satoru just wants to shake you and wake you up from this stupid headspace you're in. this isn't like you. but no amount of convincing could help. because in the end, you loved suguru, not satoru.

that's why you left with him after being made aware of what he did.

losing his best friend is one thing, but losing his first love was another.

wait, love? did he love you? satoru can't find the answer to that.

satoru forces himself to forget about you, he gets rid of everything that reminds him of you, everything you gifted him, every picture of you.

out of sight, out of mind.

and it works for a few years. he has too many other things on his plate.

so it's concerning to him when he sees you for the first time on December 24th, 2017.

ten years.

you're not the same as when he last saw you. you've matured, features more defined. he won't deny you look beautiful. but there's one thing he can see, the twinkle in your eyes is long gone. your eyes look empty, like two black holes. they're dim and misty, and he hates it.

you're that devoted to suguru? seriously?

why? why are you still doing this?

satoru finds his answer. because he was doing fine before he saw you. he was doing fine before your eyes turned away from him.

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a/n: not my best work but i've been obsessed with this song for a few days now and thought of this.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Take my medicine

Request: please please PLEASE DO SOME ANGSTY SMUT PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Warnings: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, degradation, praise, female and male receiving, edging, drool/ spit.

A/N: as you wish anon… (; I enjoy how feral some of you all are because same… I went kinda feral with this one kinda just remembering how I heard medicine live. Who knew a man could make me scream so loud🤭🤭🤭 this one shot literally does not have a plot I just wrote and it came out… like this? Enjoy!

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“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Harry’s voice was annoyed his brows raised as he kept his eyes on you. You and him had been in a fake “relationship” for over two months now and it was starting to get to you. You were both acting so lovey dovey, he was all over practically you all the time for publicity but in the end you never got anything. You never got touched. You never got kissed meaningfully. You only got your hand held which was just stupid. You didn’t want the sentimental things, you wanted to be put in your place— you wanted to lose control. You wanted Harry to control you.

“Are you really that daft Harry?” You raised your voice at him and he stared at you annoyed, his back straightening and he exhaled “do enlighten me darling.” He kept a stoic look on his face and you glared into his eyes, a few steps between you both but the tension remained thick. Constant. Never ending. “You hug me and touch me when we’re in front of the cameras and when we’re alone you act like… you act like this!” You waved your hands about, realisation settling upon Harry’s face as he studied you carefully. Were you really in need of being touched by him? How flattering.

“I don’t want our relationship to be fake! I want us to mean something! I don’t want to feel like a thing someone can pass around I just want to feel loved!” You were spiralling into a complete meltdown, practically yelling the same thing over and over again at him watching as he slowly got closer to you before his hand came up to cup against your cheek before he leaned in capturing your lips in a deep sensual kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, as you melted into the kiss body dropping slightly as you tried to move into his body- wanting his lips upon yours forever. He then eventually pulled away, you breathing more soflty “we signed a contract, y/n…” “it hasn’t stopped you any other time.” You quickly bit back at the number of girls he had slept with and “fake relationships” he had, had.

He let out a small chuckle lightly stroking his thumb against your lower lip as he studied you carefully before he shook his head “you’re unbelievable.” He slowly pulled your lower lip down his own lips parting as he admired your pretty lips watching as your plump lip finally snapped back into place “Harry please…” you whispered his green eyes studying you carefully, analysing every part of you before he hummed- he really didn’t realise how much you needed him. How desperate you were for him. It was sweet really… cute even. “Please.” You whispered again and he smirked “please show me you love me even if you don’t mean it… please.”

He didn’t let you say another word as he kissed you deeply, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck, hands playing with his hair as he gripped onto your hips pulling your waist into him as he leaned you into the nearby wall the sound of heavy breathing and you both making out being the only sound audible for a while before Harry’s hand snuck into your hair grasping onto your hair so he could yank your head backwards lowering his lips to your throat as he scattered kisses against your skin keeping a tight grip on your hair as you whined softly feeling your pussy flutter desperately. “What do you want? What do you need, hm?” “You” you whispered desperately fully submitting yourself to him and a soft chuckle left his lips, before his grip on your hair loosened making you whine in disappointment,

“Down.” He commanded you, your eyes widening slightly that disappointment disappearing into nothingness as your knees practically buckled beneath you as you allowed yourself to fall to your knees gazing up at him through your lashes your eyes wide and hungry, desperate for him. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, before pulling his jeans down and his boxers as he took his cock into his hand beginning to pump up and down, pre-cum spilling out of the tip as you watched with wide excited eyes “you want me to fuck your face?” He questioned the lewd words making your body throb with excitement and you nodded desperately making him chuckle “use your words.” You blinked slightly dumbfounded “yes… please…”

He seemed satisfied with your words before he gripped onto your hair tightly grabbing a fistful of it and yanking it into a makeshift pony tail before he without even warning you slid his cock into your mouth- the head hitting the back of your throat making you gag and moan all at once, Harry groaning slightly as he tilted his head back in pleasure his eyes fluttering shut momentarily only to focus back down on you, tightening his grip before he began to move his hips along with your head, forcing your head to bob up and down over and over again as his hips moved in time with your head— every time your head moved forwards he’d thrust in deeper, drool practically escaping from your mouth as it dribbled down your chin as he continued to fuck your mouth his grip on your hair not letting up as you continued moaning desperately, one of your hands reaching down to begin to play with yourself as your body rocked with every movement of his, his eyes watching you

“You can play…” his words were gruff and commanding “but you can’t cum. Not until I tell you, you can.” You were a moaning gagging mess but still you listened, sliding two fingers into your pussy and pumping them in and out your slick wet cunt, your fingers easily pumping in and out Harry watching the pleasure build up within you and fuck was it beautiful, the way your mouth massaged his cock so well and the way your mouth was full and eyes rolling into the back of your head every so often had Harry weak at the knees and before he could’ve even stopped himself he was coming, hard right in your mouth, you moaning as he rode out his own orgasm yet his eyes remained watching you carefully watching as your hips bucked your moans growing louder, sending more vibrations through his cock “fuck-“ he tightened his grip on your hair watching as your face twisted and he pulled out of your mouth “stop.” He commanded your fingers halting before removing themselves from your aching heat “Harry please…” “shh. Good girl. Get up. Go lay down on the bed.”

You could barely stand but you did managed to with his help as you wobbled over to the bed, thighs trembling, before you collapsed down onto the bed, the bed creaking as Harry crawled towards you his hands instantly pressing against your thighs spreading your legs further apart as he lowered down to your heat which was clenching around nothing, desperate, he chuckled “needy hm?” You nodded fervently and Harry wasted no time in licking a strip up your pussy before he took your clit in between his lip, sucking and nipping as your hips bucked whines leaving your lips as you breathed heavily two of his fingers inserting into your pussy as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you curling them every so often at such an angle they continuously hit your G-spot over and over again, making your hips squirm and Buck your breathing heavy. Harry fluttered his tongue against your clit over and over again as you whined, him feeling the way you clenched around his fingers and he removed his fingers immediately “ah ah ah… patience y/n… patience…” he spoke before standing from the bed, making you whine, watching as he moved to crouch by the bed somerhing opening before you heard a familiar low buzzing seeing a familiar vibrator held in his hand

“Harry what the fuc-“ “mind your language, y/n. Shh… we’re in a relationship. We’re exploring one another aren’t we?” He chuckled softly before settling in between your thighs again the vibrator on the highest setting which instantly made it impossible to hold back, Harry holding it there with one hand his other hand tracing along your pussy as his tongue soon delved into your heat, tongue fucking you so deeply you were certain you were seeing stars— hell you couldn’t remember your own name at one point, screams and cries beginning to leave your lips as he kept the vibrator pressed to your clit “cum… cum right fucking now.” He demanded and as you let yourself go, Harry admired you, watching how beautiful you looked. How perfect you looked. And as he helped you ride your orgasm out he smirked slightly, until eventually your shaking thighs fell limp, your body relaxing- satisfied… eyes soon watching as he hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

“I love you.” He murmured into your lips, before pulling back to look into your eyes “and I mean it… I always mean it.” He cupped your cheek in his hand before capturing your lips in another deep sensual kiss. Maybe this little fake relationship would turn into a much bigger problem for the both of you.

[weebsinstash]

Ok no I'm not done being weird yet, here's another idea for the marriage canon event stuff

Miguel and other Spiders are getting on your ass about, "oh, how old are you now? Why aren't you looking for a husband yet? Why are you spending so much time here?" And are, you know, your friends who love you and for your own good are trying to get you to complete your canon so you, you know, LIVE, but the way you see it is, being forced to do something like that and sacrifice yourself like that isn't living. You're not going to actively pursue and seek out a relationship, you want one to happen naturally, and nothing has felt natural to you and you're afraid of being hurt like that, of being rejected, of opening yourself up to someone and not being good enough, but, O'Hara and the Society don't really want to hear that. It's escalating over time. Little comments here and there, people randomly interjecting their personal anecdotes about their family and their kids into the conversation, "oh this is just like when me and Mary Jane--" "oh my kid loves this flavor, she gets so excited, I like to be naughty and get her these as a treat"

So you reach the point where you're fed up. This is so massively fucking inappropriate of them. There's no "set age" for this kind of thing so why are they harassing you like this, acting like, oh, you gotta hurry and pursue shit right now, it's for your own good? It's just pissing you off and pushing you away. You love traveling to different dimensions and exploring new places and experiencing things that are literally out of this world but if the trade-off for that is constantly being badgered with this stupid narrative of having to sacrifice yourself, you'll happily go home and break canon and die, because at least you'll be truly living and making a choice

So anyways to get to the meat of this post: you've decided you're leaving the Spider Society and you're not going to talk to any of these bitches anymore, just haven't fully decided on when, but like, you're literally thinking within the next week, but you're still, there. And one day you're in the lobby, trying to stand around because you're supposed to go on some sort of stupid assignment, Peter B and Jess with you, the parents talking about baby stuff as you roll your eyes and Peter suspiciously needs you to keep holding Mayday until you're literally refusing, "just put her on the ground or something, you let her climb on walls and shit anyways"

And because you're in the lobby, this big open space with tons of people passing through, suddenly in walks Miguel with. Another Miguel, completely unrelated to the mission you and the others are about to do, kind of just bumping into each other as they pass through. Miguel2 just got scouted by his counterpart that he met during chasing an anomaly, and they're getting to know each other, and at some point Miguel2 is like "can my wife come too 🥺👉👈 she's also a Spider and I can't be here without her" and everyone is a little confused because there's supposed to be the whole only 'one Spider per dimension' rule besides like family, like Peter and Mayday, and you'll just never guess whose alternate universe variant is his wife :) another you comes bounding in wearing casual baggy clothes but looks so radiant and happy, all "hubby 🥰" as she kisses her husband, you're just awkwardly sending glances to 'your' Miguel as you two are, understandably feeling awkward because, you're, coworkers, and here are two people who look exactly like you being all lovey dovey "princesa 🥰" "guapito 🥰"

This other you just seems so, VIBRANT and she's introducing herself and shaking hands and she sees Peter B, "oh my god you have a baby, I'm so happy for you, she's so cute!" And she's hugging him, and you watch Peter B's eyes go kind of wide and he looks down, "OH, you're like--" and Other You just kind of laughs and parts her coat, showing off her rounded tummy, "haha yeah, there's a baby in there! Number 3, we're so excited! 🥰" and you're just. Simultaneously feeling some sort of fucked up combination of the most visceral and extreme discomfort you've ever felt in your entire life and also some kind of. Envy. Because she has everything you thought you didn't want and she seems so, SO fucking happy, with a husband who loves her, she clearly loves her babies, and she's being accepted by all of your friends instantly, like they're all gathered around talking as you're just, basically on the outside of the circle, actively putting up distance, only standing around because, uh hey guys weren't we supposed to be doing something--

Your skin is crawling as Other You uses her own watch from her husband to zip back to her own dimension and comes back with her babies on each hip, twins that she's just so happy to introduce to her new friends, who are SUPPOSED to be YOUR friends, "THIS one is Gabriella, and this one is Gabriel. Aren't they so cute? 🥰 theyre both so chunky they almost killed me but it was SO worth it" And once she realizes you're you, or, you're her, she wants to immediately chat you up and be buddy-buddy and goes to hand one of her babies to you and you. Refuse. Absolutely refuse. Suddenly you're the pariah of the group, both Miguels are sending you looks. Why are you being so fucking rude? Just put your arms out??? But you won't. You're just, soul-suckingly disgusted by this entire scenario. Not only is it putting an unspoken pressure onto you, but, seeing this other you be so fucking happy AND accomplishing all the things your "friends" have been badgering you about makes you feel SO indescribably insecure

Fine. Let it be like a revolving door. Another you enters Spider Society, one of you leaves. But you're so bitter and hurt you can't help but get in a jab at her, wanting to tarnish her "fake" happiness, feeling so personally hurt and offended by her very presence and existence in the room. "Hey so wouldn't your babies also be Spiders and have to suffer through the canon events too? And since you don't have any other family members, your kids' canon events might be YOU or Miguel dying? Aren't you glad you gave birth to your kids only to die and leave them without a mom and dad and forever doom them to a narrative where they can never make their own choices and are cosmically destined to be unhappy just because YOU wanted a cute baby? Sorry I guess I'm just built different. Hey remember how when we were little girls and we used to feel like mom only gave birth to us because she wanted someone who would love her and we resented her for bringing us into the world to have such a harsh life, aren't you so happy that's EXACTLY how your kids are going to feel about YOU?"

Mom!You is instantly bursting into tears and holding her little belly for comfort as her husband looks ready to tear you to ribbons, FURIOUS, all the healthy people in the room understandably disappointed and upset with you, like what the FUCK girl, meanwhile you're opening up a portal to your home dimension and just chucking your watch straight into the floor. "Keep this. I won't be coming back" while everyone is kind of dismissive of how truly upset you are, kind of just like "come on, don't be like this 🙄" like you're throwing a tantrum when in actuality you're going home and are seriously considering selling Osborne or Doc Ock all of your radioactive eggs. You'll always be YOU before you're a Spider, and if they want to force you to put The Job above yourself your entire life, they're dead wrong.

Meanwhile after you leave, pulling each other aside for privacy, Miguel2 is asking your Miguel why he's risking breaking his own canon by not wife-ing you up yet and comparing notes from all of the other dimensions where you and him are together as your Miguel is shocked by the sheer number of same occurrences. Miguel is all on about, "what does this even mean, we're from entirely different dimensions", and Miguel2 over here just unapologetically, "so? My wife is also from another dimension, I just took her, she got used to it, it's totally fine bro, it's canon, just do it, just do whatever you want. it's fine bro I'M TELLING YOU--" and maybe even Mom!You is so, sucked into her own "it's ok I was initially forced into this because I'm happy now" world that she's even advocating, "oh gosh if I was her I'd be SO lonely, hearing how you two aren't even that close, especially not anymore, and you've all been avoiding her, and she doesn't even have a baby to care for and give her love 🥺 most 'me's are at least dating right now, so, i bet she's feeling so much pain, she NEEDS YOU right now 🥺"

Peter B is sent to give you another watch and tell you, it's ok, you can come back, they promise they're not gonna bug you about dating and stuff anymore, and you're just all "nah, I'm ok! :) you can keep it :) I've had enough of you guys :) dont let the door hit your ass on the way out :)" meanwhile Miguel 1 and 2 are comparing strategies, "see, when MY wife was refusing to come back to me, what I did was..."

[saltofmercury]

"Games"

Pairing: König x reader

A/N: jesus what is up with you guys and angst? Can König and the reader just live in peace and love and fluff!?

Summary: You act on your "situationship" with König.

"Games"

He was a tall kid, a big baby. Attention surrounded him. He remembers the first form of attention was going into kindergarten being confused for a 2nd grader.

“No sweetheart, this is for the younger levels, I think you’re lost” teachers would say.

“But…” he said, “I’m only 5.” 

The teachers couldn’t believe it. What were they feeding this kid?

He still remembers how awful the kids were at his school. Kids who were clearly smaller than him, intimidated by his height. 

“Goliath” 

“Yeti” 

Making friends was something truly difficult. Lunch time was not his favorite because nobody would sit with him. He would sit on the end of the table chewing slowly so that when it was time for playtime, he would have the excuse of "I'm still eating.” When other kids had birthday parties in class, he struggled to wish them happy birthday because of how big the crowd was surrounding the birthday kid. When it was any other event, kids would hover away from him, forget his valentine, his goody bag. It seemed so daunting trying to make a friend, until a little girl helped him out in class one day.

She was the only person with enough kindness and patience for him. When the teacher called on him in class to answer the question she would quietly whisper to him the answer because he was too busy fixating on how he could make a friend today, then realizing it was his name that was called, then turning red, realizing his face was probably super red, then fumbling about how to respond to the teacher. 

“Four-teen” she said quietly so only he could hear. 

He struggled with his thoughts connecting to his tongue in order for him to say the word aloud.

“F….fourteen” he responded.

“Thank you” The teacher smiled back.

So when it came down to him giving her the card he had worked so hard for and the mini handmade chocolate teddy bear he had worked on, he wasn’t so nervous. His grandma had praised him thousands of times. 

“She’ll like it! — no, she’s going to love it. It's a thoughtful gesture.”

He approached her before school had even started. He remembers the cold morning and how many times he rehearsed in his head. “Thank you for being my friend.” He clumsily gave her the card and dropped the chocolate bear wrapped in parchment paper. 

“Here..” he said quietly. Shoving the small presents into her hand so nobody could see. “Thank you for being my friend.”

The little girl beamed. She could hug him, but nobody else hugged him at school. 

They entered the classroom and immediately one of the kids snickered.

“So the giant has a girlfriend huh?” All the kids proceeded to laugh.

König felt sick. This wasn’t a proclamation of love, this was him attempting to be a friend. 

“I bet you she has to stand on a bench to kiss him” all the kids proceeded to laugh again and this time towards the girl.

The girl, sitting at her desk now, was mortified. On the verge of tears. She quietly stood up, walked to the trash bin, and dropped the card there. She returned to her desk wiping away tears.

König was humiliated. “She’s not my girlfriend, she was just my friend...” he repeated mentally to himself.

“Maybe not even that.” He thought to himself.

The rest of the day he remained quiet. When the teacher called in him he simply put his head down. He didn’t want to speak to anyone.

He didn’t want to be here.

He walked home replaying the events that happened. He had a friend, he lost a friend. He had one friend, now he had none. Valentine’s Day was a stupid holiday.

*

Valentine’s Day was approaching and you quietly pondered what to do. Valentine’s Day was the one holiday where all couples lovey dovey went crazy for one another.

What position were you in now? You and König had some sort of “relationship.”

You couldn’t really call it a relationship because for one, you’ve never seen his face completely. He was always hiding under turtlenecks or face masks.You could’ve sworn you saw his face once but that was a dream.

Secondly, you couldn’t remember if you ever you never got around to really feeling his skin, other than in a sort of platonic way. The man wore long sleeves and gloves around you. You got around to holding his covered hands, bursting with some sort of affection and physical touch, but that’s where he drew a boundary. Just hands.

Third and lastly, you’ve never kissed in person. How are you supposed to approach kissing anyone when there isn’t a form of body language for you to read in order to make the first move? There were times that he had caught you staring so deeply into him and seeing you suck on your bottom lip scooting closer to him. He had shifted a little further down the couch he already took so much part of. 

He was a quiet, secluded, and private man.

This wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried with you. The first few months of your “relationship” (more so friendship) you guys texted for hours. It took a while for him to open up to you but you guys could talk about anything and everything. 

But sometimes that wasn’t enough for you.

You remember calling your board game night a “date” and him quickly dismissing that idea saying he wanted to be your friend first and foremost. 

It stung. 

You sheepishly smiled at him and said “yes, you are my friend.” You saw the crinkles on the corner of his eyes when you called him your friend. But friends don't do what you two do.

After a while though, there was clearly more happening than just a friendship.

The subtle way he would grab your hand during a movie and rub his thumb over it.

How he had stocked up on your favorite brand of coffee and creamer whenever you came over at night for your talks and board games. 

How he ordered a little extra of the favorite take out you liked just so you can have some for lunch the next day. 

Sometimes he would even play with the ends of your hair and rub your back when you fell asleep on him after a movie. 

And of course, you guys shared a bed together, you guys slept together, kissed and made love in the dark, but vulnerability was left in the dark.

What was the subtle way of saying hey I clearly like you, you might like me, let’s just make it official?

*

At the store, you look at cards. None of them said that. You picked up the card with the puzzle piece heart on it missing a piece that read “you complete me”. Too cheesy.

The next one you pick up, a pizza shaped card with an arrow in the middle. Phrases like “you can’t be topped!” And “you’re the big cheese” surrounding it. You open the card inside that reads “any way you slice it, you’re awesome! Happy Valentine’s Day.” Too friendly.

You settle on one card that’s covered in little candy hearts labeled “xoxo” “cutie” “hugs” and “be mine” inside of the card was blank. You decided the best way to describe what you’re feeling was to write it out.

You get home and start to write out how you’ve been feeling. If there was one way you were going to tell him, it would be through a letter.

You read your feelings over and over again in the card, and decided to just go for it.

*

The day before Valentine’s day you came to his house, ready for another night of board games you two endlessly went through. König bought dinner and you brought the games.

As he opened the door, he stared at you. “Schatz….” his voice was full of longing. It had been almost a week of not seeing each other. Butterflies always bloomed in your stomach.

“Hi babe.” you responded and he moved aside to let you in. Once settled, he picked you up and embraced you. He was always one for hugs.

After about the 4th round in Sorry!, you called it quits. König laughed. 

“This is a child’s game, why didn’t you bring Monopoly again?”

You threw a pillow at him. “Because, you’ve never played it and it seemed pretty good to teach you this game, but of course, your competitive spirit.” You shook your head in disbelief. König was good and picked up the rules of any stupid game quickly.

He stretched, put the game aside, and laid back on the end of the couch. 

“Come” he extended his hand towards you.

You climbed up on him, laid on his chest.

He whispered in your ear, “i’m sorry you’re a sore loser”

“König!” you look up at him.

“Okay okay,” he says softly, then smirks, “I might have shuffled in my favor, but this is a kids game.”

“I thought I was playing with a kid.” you say, still on his chest. It earns you a playful smack on your bottom. He continues laying there with you, rubbing your back and hair. 

“I have something for you.” You lift yourself off of him. You reach in your bag for the card. Gosh, a wind of nerves picks up inside your stomach and you’re ready to just forget the whole thing. You should’ve waited to give it to him when you left.

You peek back at him. He’s turned back looking at you, motioning with his hand to “give it.”

You put the red card in his hand.

“A letter?” He says in a sarcastic shock, but smiles through his face mask.

He tears open the envelope, and eyes widen when he sees the front of the card. The colorful hearts surrounding it. He seems uneasy, but you’re anxious.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask. You swear you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. This is embarrassing. A long silence between you two.

“No,” he finally speaks. He puts the card back into the envelope. “Maybe I can read this later.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You start cursing yourself out mentally. This was a stupid idea. There’s heat surrounding your face, you can feel the embarrassment closing in. You could be anywhere right now and not here.

“Maybe I’ll just go home then.” you say.

“No schatz, come on wait.”

But it’s kind of too late. You’re already drowning in embarrassment. You pick up your bag, and head towards the door.

“It’s not like that, come on, don’t be embarrassed.” he pulls at one of your arms.

It’s with those words that you’re set on really leaving. Don't be embarrassed?

You turn to him,

“Don't be embarrassed? You opened my card and then suggested reading it later. I read the whole thing on your face.” you spit out. You’re not embarrassed anymore, you’re humiliated and hurt.

He cocks his head to the side, “I just meant for - I’m not going to fight with you now, come please.”

“Just let me go home, I’ve suffered enough embarrassment for the both of us.”

You just need space. You need anything so that you’re not holding onto your tears anymore.

Friends. Friends. Friends. Is all that plays in your head.

He sighs, “this is childish and you’re being childish.” He steps aside and opens the door for you. If there’s one thing König can do is give you space.

[channoticedmeuwu]

⌨️ CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S “POV” !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, suggestive, hurt comfort if you wanna squint, established relationship!au | w — ur sitting in his lap just a heads up

a/n — not over “empty headed just you” soobin, not over it at all. help me. please.

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS 34 + 35 !!

sitting on his lap while he's typing away on his desktop pc— head on your shoulder, eyes glazing over the screen. his lips on your exposed shoulder, leaving wet kisses and lightly groaning, totally tired and out of it. again, soobin wasn't the type to act lovey dovey in public, or even private, much of the time. you'd barely see him do much, he'd resort to other ways of expressing his love— like telling you your hairstyle compliments your outfit, or would bring home something yummy from the bakery.

but moments of the night, clock ticking to show 1:46 AM, and after a long day of typing away at a screen at work, here he was, typing away at home. he'd give it up if it wasn't for knowing it'll pay off later in the future. but right now, he was stuck with feeling absolutely fucked over by his daily routine, mind in shambles and not a thought behind his eyes when he'd lay down to sleep.

and that's where you came in, giggling echoing in the room as water from the humidifier sloshed and sputtered, sounds of his lips on your skin, vibrations of his heartbeat on your back— clicking of the keyboard inconsistent because he couldn't love you and work at the same time. and sometimes he'd halt the typing, fingers on your thighs as he moved his legs to wrap around your waist, help to receive adequate blood supply. “can't feel m’ feet,” he'd chuckle lazily, pressing his forehead on the back of your neck.

and you'd flick your fingers at his feet to tease him, and feel him shudder because he's feeling stars in his legs. and he'd squirm, tightening his legs around you and letting out a struggled giggle, an extended whine as he'd say, “stop it!”

and the boring old document would be forgotten when you'd ask if you could flip to face him— and you'd see what a mess he was. tears brimming in his eyes from being overstimulated by literally anything, neck weak and laying his head on the headrest, lips apart and full, glistening from the kisses. and he'd ask with a burning sensation on his cheeks if you could run your fingers on his temples, eyes fluttering shut at the contact and letting out a sigh.

and he'd start blabbering, you don't even know what he's talking about—muttering about his “stupid fuckin’ boss” and the “stupid fuckin’ colleagues.” and how much he just wished he could do this forever, feel like this forever— warm in his chest and tingles in his cheeks, loving the way the bridge of your nose on his neck and your scent wafting around him.

and when you'd tell him you felt the same, poor boy was shocked out of his mind. the mere idea of the extent of his feelings being reciprocated was too much, and he'd apply more force to his fingers while rubbing the skin on your back. he'd ask, “do you really?” as if it was a surprise, and you'd remind him you've been dating for nearly 2 years. of course you'd mean it.

and he'd press his lips together in thought, like no shit, soobin. and you'd giggle at him, pinching his cheeks and asking if he was growing stupider the more he spent his hours at work.

but no, that wasn't the case. not at all. couldn't you see it was you— his eyelids had your picture tattooed to them, his chest would involuntarily stop to match your breathing with his own, his fingers would itch for the feeling of your skin, his lips belonged to you. even if he was able to spend a few hours with you, you'd have him growing stupider with any sentence you'd say to him. and the way you didn't even know, didn't you see you were driving him insane?

“god,” he'd mutter with a gasp, head turning away as he grew shyer with you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

“i feel like i just fell in love with you all over again.”

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[okkalo]

heartsteel kayn x reader headcanons

genre: fluff

didn’t write much for rhaast since i don’t fully understand him in the heartsteel universe :/ hope you enjoy anyways <3

- he stupidly acts as if he’s in his teenage phase 24/7

- so i hope you’re ready for that <3

- i can see him digging more bad type (will have tease-offs or mock-offs with you) but i can also see him digging innocent type (he acts like your the dumbest thing on the planet but he’s head-over-heels for you [it makes him feel like your strong boy savior])

- i see him being more quality time than anything

- he likes physical touch but he doesn’t like initiating (he doesn’t want u to think he likes u as much as he does😕)

- but i can see him constantly inviting you over or going to you just to hang out

- you two see a lovey-dovey couple on the street and he will start gagging

- if the couple hears it, (they probably will; he doesn’t care if they hear) you’ll probably have to apologize.

- acts the same way if you say or do something mushy

- headcanon that he’s ruined multiple intimate moments bc he’s stupid and he started fake gagging

- punch him, please <3

- i’m mixed on his pda

- i feel like he would nonchalantly throw an arm around your shoulders to redirect or lead you somewhere (it’s very short)

- maybe even absentmindedly put his hand on your thigh while at a restaurant

- but nothing else

- i can’t see him being a hand holder. not for a second.

- unless you’re the innocent type and you pout for it

- but he’ll complain like no other (huge groan, throws his head back with a roll of his eyes before shoving his hand out for you to hold)

- i feel like he would give cute hugs though :(

- like if you’re feeling stressed or something really bad happened to you he would pull you in to a strong yet gentle hug

- wouldn’t complain, wouldn’t roll his eyes, wouldn’t even sigh!

- just a silent hug

- would maybe mumble things on your shoulder but that would be it

- rants to you daily about miscellaneous things in his life (yone, mostly)

- if he starts complaining about chores please side with momma yone (i love yone too much, but it also makes kayn more susceptible to actually following the chore chart)

- he’s the type that when you’re walking he will come behind you and jab the back of your knee with his foot to make you fall

- doesn’t care if you’re his partner; he just does it.

- ezreal and aphelios have both come up to you to try to get you to help them with pranking kayn (say yes; let kayn get his well-deserved karma)

- if he’s had a really bad day he’ll tell you to come over just to plop on top of you in bed and CUDDLE (i’m a sfw blog, i promise)

- instructs you to run your fingers through his hair (his favorite thing you do)

- pro tip: tease him when he’s like that; it’s another form of well-deserved karma

- JUST REALIZED I HAVEN’T TALKED ABOUT RHAAST

- tbh i don’t really understand how the whole rhaast thing works in heartsteel au

- but rhaast is also more of a fan of the bad type and he’ll make that loud and clear to kayn

- if you’re the innocent type it’ll take him time to get used to you

- he will get protective over you after due-time though (kayn has to tell him to shut up because rhaast just keeps talking about you)

- god forbid someone say something bad about you

- they’ll have both rhaast and kayn to worry about; rhaast will gladly take the lead <3

unedited. thanks for reading!

[phi4mars]

So I was thinking of a request, when an idea popped into my mind, I definitely see Velvet to be the type to fall really hard in love and be in complete denial while also acting dismissive and uncaring, but in reality she’s all putty and melting at just the thought of them(and veneer knows and teases her about it) and she tries really hard not to show those weaknesses to anyone, especially the reader who in this case is worried on why velvet seems to avoid them like the plague. So yeah I thought a lot about this for some reason, hope it’ll give you more ideas for future stories:)

ahh yes. guys im so sorry i haven’t updated im suuuuuper busy right now but i should be able to post more. keep requesting please!!!

anyways thankyou for the suggestion i love it!!

complicated

꧁………….꧂

“i do not like her!! she’s my bestfriend!” velvet denies shouting at veneer.

“sure you don’t!! your all lovey dovey around her, just admit it!” he yells back frustrated that his sister will not admit she is a girl kisser.

“what do you mean lovey dovey?!” she asks crossing her arms.

“you’re always trying to get close to her and you turn into a blushing mess when she compliments you!!” veneer says slapping his face.

velvet thinks for a minute, then dropping her jaw.

“oh my god.”

~~

2 days later velvet and veneer are in their dressing room after one of their shows. velvet lays on the couch after sighing,

“where’s y/n?” she asks looking disappointed.

“why so you can swoon over her?” veneer replies snickering.

“shut up” she replies covering her face.

suddenly the door bursts open revealing a very angry y/n.

“can you believe it? the stupid security guard held me back and called me a crazy fan!” she says moving her hands around.

y/n walks over to the couch and sits next to the green haired girl. velvet shifts away from her a little leaving y/n super confused.

“anyways you guys did amazing tonight! everyone was going crazy” y/n exclaimed.

“awe thankyou” veneer said while velvet stayed silent.

veneer shot velvet a look before she finally replied,

“oh yeah thanks” she said coldly.

y/n could tell something was off with velvet since she always used to be right next to her and talk a crazy lot. there was so much tension in the room y/n thought it would be best to leave.

“i’m gonna leave, see ya later!” she smiled at the two.

~~

8:15pm

9:30pm

~~

y/ns pov

“i need space” the message read, from my own bestfriend. my heart stopped. what the fuck was going on.

what had i done? it doesn’t make sense, i didn’t do anything.

i held back tears as i dialled veneer, surely he would have answers right?

no answer.

a million thoughts rushed through my head as i tried to backtrack my whole life trying to find anything that could have caused this. the pure panic rushed through my body as i couldn’t hold back the tears.

~~

velvets pov

“i need space” i typed in and sent. i didn’t think before i sent that fucking message. she read it straight away.

what have i done?

i have messed up so bad, it’s so hard being around her, it feels all so different. i like her. no i’m inlove with my own bestfriend.

it felt like the only answer, avoid her until these feelings go away right? she probably hates me now.

“velvet, y/n is calling me” veneer opened the door and told me showing me his phone.

“don’t answer it.” i said sternly

“why?” he questioned.

“don’t answer it!” i screamed as i put my head in my hands.

꧁………….꧂

part 2?

sorry this isn’t really like the request and a bit short it’s just if i continued it would be so long lol

[moderndaypandora]

I love every "Death set Dream up with Hob on purpose" headcanon, and I love "actually I was planning to throw Chaucer at you but I can wing it pretty damn well and, once I heard Hob call me stupid, I knew, yeah that's going to be Dream's boyfriend". It takes a village (or an older sister) to get Dream a boyfriend.

Now, I'm picturing the entire Endless family blindsided when Dream comes to a family dinner like "I GOT MARRIED! LIKE TWO MINUTES AFTER THE LAST DINNER--" "That was a literal century ago?!"
 "-- YEAH. WE'RE DOING A VOW RENEWAL."

Not a single sibling clocked this. Not even Destiny.

Destiny, out loud: it was an unlikely path in my book, so I didn't give it much attention 
Destiny, in his head: honestly I started speed-reading/skimming through Dream's love life paragraphs because watching him crash and burn and cause massive body counts just seemed so... repetitive and predictable?

Death: knowing our brother, I was carefully managing my expectations and was just glad he was still doing the century meetups last time I'd checked. Good for him, managing to stay with somebody for a century, that outstrips his last relationship by ... like 7 decades.  Kind of offended I wasn't invited to this wedding, kind of not planning to say anything?

Desire: At this point, I stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalalala" whenever I hear anything about Dream and want, either him wanting or somebody wanting him, because Death said I had to stop making fun of him for how disproportionate his Yearn to Act Ratio was, and any ammunition I can't use is just ... irritating. I figured if anything really changed, my twin would tell me about his descent into misery.

Despair: He was less miserable, but I assumed it was a fluke and he'd return to his normal equilibrium eventually. And it's not like my twin let me know he'd managed to successfully want AND obtain something?

Destruction is Sir Not Appearing In This Picture.

And Delirium had more important things to think about than her brother's sad love life, like would flying fish fired out of confetti cannons be considered birds until they landed?

Meanwhile all denizens of the Dreaming are never not aware that Dream is happily married, because the weather has been perfect for years and the throne room stained glass is some variation of Hob and Dream being lovey-dovey.

Lucienne: If I see them necking in the stacks ever again I will be forced to take action, and Lord Morpheus is aware of that fact, but we haven’t had a library flood in 103 years, so overall we’re pleased.