#anyways sorry if this is dumb or ooc it was just in my brain so i had to write

[wildstar25]

The scions hanging out in the Rising Stones post stormblood. Y'shtola is talking to Tataru and Thancred near the main desk when the door from the tavern creaks open. Before they can even see who it is, Arsay's voice rings out with a cheerful greeting. "Rising Stones ahoy~ Is everyone having a wonderful daaaaaaayAH, Y'shtola, you're up and about! There's something I wish to ask, if you have a moment."

Y'shtola turns to face the on coming Warrior of Light, ready to lend an ear and her expertise. Thancred smirks and leans over to Tataru.

"It appears someone's happy to see our friend." Y'shtola's ears flick back, picking up Thancred's teasing whisper. "I've not once witnessed her tail shoot up like that, have you?"

Tataru replies with a light chuckle, "Now that you mention it, I don't think I have."

Y'shtola shakes her head, "You two clearly need to bolster your observational skills." She glances back at them with a sneer. "Arsay’s tail could be used as veritable dowsing rod for any one of us. In my opinion, It's quite childish for someone in her posi-" Y'shtola cuts her statement short as she notices the very tip of her own tail from the corner of her eye. In an instant the dots connect. They were talking about her. Y'shtola's tail had risen at the sound of Arsay's voice reflexively. How completely and utterly unbecoming of her.

Reprimanding herself will have to come later; with Arsay only a few paces away resolving the current situation was far more important. Y'shtola's tail drops just as fast as it had risen as her sneer turned to glare. "One word... One word and you will both rue the day. Do I make myself clear?" She hisses under breath. Tataru and Thancred both nod furiously as they cover their mouths unable to contain their laughter. Y'shtola could feel her blood pressure rising.

"What's so funny, did I miss a good joke?" Stopping herself barely an ilm away from Y'shtola, Arsay chimes in with a curious smile.

"Yes, a very good one indeed." Thancred manages to spit out a reply between laughs.

"Uh huh!" Tataru wipes a tear from her eyes, "oh that really was something."

"Oooh, tell it again, won't you Y'shtola? I'd love to hear it too." Arsay raises her fists to her chest in anticipation. Which made her all the more confused when Y'shtola spun her around and began pushing her back to the Rising Stone's main door.

"Ignore them, Arsay, they forget themselves. Come, I'll take your question somewhere where the madness can't reach us." Y'shtola marches them away, doing her most to not allow even a hint of anger carry through in her tone.

"Aw c'mon, I wanna know what you said~" Arsay complains as she lets herself be walked out. "Tataru tell me later, okay?" Arsay calls back as they cross the threshold of the scion base.

"They'll do nothing of the sort!" Y'shtola slams the door closed behind them.

[mvndrvke]

let me write stark family content damn it

[ddejavvu]

hi! I have a request for Criminal Minds…

It’s Dom!Spencer x fem or afab reader where they’re fucking and reader is sooooo gone that she’s not even catching Spencer’s degradations and praises anymore and just says stuff like ,,you’re so pretty,, or sucks his fingers without a single CARE in the world.

IM GOING TO HELL IM SORRY 😭 also, if you happen to do this, can I be “🏹” anon? apologies if you don’t do emoji anons, ignore this if you don’t. Thanks anyway! Love your writing I’m your biggest fan <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

warning for ooc spence: i get you dom!spencer fans and this one's for you <3 but the man had to ashamedly whisper the word 'bitch' while reading it off of evidence from a crime scene so i don't think this one is really in character 💔💔💔 hopefully it's good though <3

Everything about Spencer is divine. The hair that hands in caramel-colored waves around your face, tips tickling your skin and only offering more stimulation to an already overwhelming experience. His lips, pink and plump that suckle ravenously at your neck, leaving stinging patches in their wake that won't heal for days. His cock, impressively thick and moderately long, stretching your drooling cunt and bumping rapidly against a spot so deep inside of you you're not sure you knew it existed. His fingers, long, slender, and veined, laying heavy on your tongue and putting pressure on its base so that you gag. Drool spills out around his digits as your body shakes from the force of his thrusts, and the gentle, soothing hum of his voice is with you only in sound, not in meaning.

You're too far gone to recognize the words spilling from his lips as he fucks you, terms like 'slut', 'dirty', 'filthy', and 'dumb' that, on a normal day, would send you into a stammering, blushing mess of denial and excuses. But now you're basking in his saccharine tone, letting his words wash over you and evaporate before your fucked-out brain has time to process them.

"Everyone thinks you're a genius," Spencer croons, sucking hard at a spot against your throat as he jams his fingers onto your tongue, "They say I'm lucky to have found you, 'cause you can keep up with me. But I know the truth, angel." He holds your hip in place with a single calloused hand, "You go dumb on my cock. That's all it takes, isn't it? Just a few. short. minutes." He punctuates his accusations with particularly rough thrusts, "And I've got you braindead on my dick."

"Is that true, baby?" He asks, kissing his way up your jaw and tracing the curve with the stiff tip of his tongue. You're whimpering around the three fingers he's stuffed in your mouth, lips desperately milking them like you would his cock. He curls them on your tongue, pressing down so your speech is garbled, "Answer me, honey. You go stupid for me, don't you?"

"Love you," You manage to blabber, drool spilling from your lips as you speak around his fingers. You're a spluttering mess, spit pooled in your mouth that coats Spencer's digits and seeps down your chin. You suckle at him like a man starved, and the pressure actually starts to hurt between the wayward lapping of your tongue at the pads of his fingers, "Love you- Spence, love you."

He feels your cunt clench around his dick, your body seemingly in tune with the single goal of sucking him dry. He muffles a groan into the crook of your neck, wondering if you'll ever remember the filthy way he's speaking to you now.

The words are harsh, but they're used endearingly, and he hums them into your neck with a kiss, like it's a compliment, "Dumb slut."

[pitchouna]

Meeting Goku x reader headcanons!!

(It's an AU where Chi-chi doesn't meet Goku because I love my girl and I simply hate angst.)

May be ooc since it's my first time writing </3 but overall it's just Fluff!!

Haven't checked for any spelling mistakes I'm too lazy.

Okay so I've recently became a Goku simp and Dragon Ball lover, and I've noticed there's little to no works about him. Which surprised me with how popular the DB series are. Anyways we'll talk about this another time let's begin!!

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To Begin, you and Goku met during the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament where you both fought.

Even though you were beaten easily, Goku was amazed to find a strong woman for the first time. He immediately fell in love. (he's too dumb to figure it out and needed Krillin's help.)

Which lead him to ask to train and spar together when you'd both be free. So like everyday.

But of course it wasn't enough interaction for our lovely saiyan so Krillin's helped his best bud having dates ideas such as going to the beach together, going on restaurants (sadly you're the one paying

You two even nap together!!

As you guys may know, this man has got no experience about what personal space means.

So don't be surprised if you get trapped in a hug randomly if you guys nap together!!

No matter how far your beds are he'll randomly find a way to stick with you.

Of course there are some days where Goku may piss you off..

For exemple, when he asks too many dumb questions that your brain just want to disconnect.

Or when you simply don't want to train yet Goku doesn't understand why since training is literally all his life so he could be overwhelming without knowing it.

So you see theses excuses we use when we're too lazy to go out with friends? That was your first thought.

You'll sick to not train since it's the only way to escape training you found yet.

With how dumb he is, you could easily avoid the senzu beans solution.

Unless someone reminds him about it... ( Either it's Krillin, Yamcha etc... )

When learning who told him about it you'll always have a grudge against them.

You'll always be able to count on Bulma though!! Since she knows how men could be such a pain.

Y'all are besties forever and goes shopping at least once in the month (She's such a generous BFF she'll pay for everything)

You both always gossip.

However, Goku hates the days when you go hang out with Bulma.

He's just so bored.. Even if he can train, nap and eat as much as he'd like which is supposed to be his favourite hobbies it won't help..

He just has the need urge to see you!!

So sometimes, when he knows where you and Bulma hangs out, he'll randomly pop up out of nowhere with the Nimbus cloud.

Disappointed, Bulma still gets the message and sometimes will leave you two alone.

"Huh leaving already Bulma? You usually stay longer!" You exclaimed confused as why she was packing up so early.

"Sorry n/n! I just remembered I have a special meeting with some scientists!! Here's the money to pay for the addition. See ya!!" Bulma said in a rush as she left too much money on the table.

"Hold on Bulma you-" You were about to yell so she could take the money back before Goku interrupted you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"It's too late Y/n she's already gone now! Why don't you accept the money?" Goku said with his usual innocent which made you sigh in disbelief. Yet you didn't felt like scolding him right now you were too tired.

"I hope you don't want us to spar or train right now.. I'm too lazy." You mumbled with an irritated voice not wanting to deal with that right now.

"Heheee.. I just wanted to see you!!" Goku chuckled with his usual goofy smile that you started to like so much (But you didn't wanted to admit it yet...)

"You interrupted me and Bulma for that?.."

"But she has to go anyways!!"

"... Fair point."

Too lazy to argue further you just decided to let him win only this time. Since it was very late and you are the laziest person ever.

"Oh!" You heard Goku yell and wondered what that was about.

"Hm? What's up?" You asked him wanting to know what's on his mind.

"How about I take you on a ride home on the Nimbus? We'll get to watch the stars together!!" Goku said patting the Yellow cloud beside him.

"I guess I wouldn't mind..." You said as a small smile appears on your face.

Knowing that only pure-hearted people can go on it you decided to put a hand on the Nimbus and not to your surprise it went through it. Goku seemed very surprised though.

"How? You're one of the kindest person I know!!" Goku frowned wondering why that didn't work but you just chuckled at how innocent and cute dumb he was.

"That's not how it works Goku.."

"How does it works then?"

"I'll explain you another day. I'm too lazy right now... But what do we do now??

After your question, Goku put a hand on his chin thinking about a solution. He found it faster that what you were expecting.

" What about you get on my lap?" Goku said smilling innocently which made you blush.

"Why are you all red so suddenly Y/n??" You just brush it off not wanting to break his innocence of the poor guy.

"Just forget it alright? I'll go on your lap."

Goku chuckles in happiness hearing this. He wasted no time sitting on the Nimbus cloud and putting you on his lap.

He also took the opportunity to place his chin on your head. Which made you blush a little.

"Ready Y/n ?" Goku said Holding your waist. Too lazy as always you just nodded with a hum.

The Nimbus started to make it's way towards your home, as you took the opportunity to watch the beauty of the sky.

Goku smiled at your amazement, he found you so cute.

" Like what you're seeing Y/n?" Goku asked, his happiness obvious in his voice.

However, he heard nothing.

"Y/n ??" Goku asked looking at you just to find you asleep.

Oh well... He was already happy having you in his arms

He made a big detour to enjoy this moment even if you were sleeping.

Oh my god this took much longer than expected... The way I decided to randomly write headcanons out of nowhere instead of finishing my homeworks is wild. I hope y'all will like this!! If not I'll probably kms but it was very fun to write though!!

Will maybe do that another time if I don't forget this account 😭😭

Take care <33

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Some SFW Goofy / Silly HC's for Shachi!! For my beloved @mandiemegatron - my beloved Shachi mutual <3 THESE HC ARE SFW MY BLOG IS NOT head the warnings above! Ageless blogs without 'adult' in bio will be blocked if you interact!

Goofy/Random Shachi HC's (Silly/Goofy Shachi in love at the bottom as a bonus)

Music taste alternates between heavy rock and the cringiest shit you’ve ever heard bc it made him laugh ( He and Penguin listen to bbno$ and Yung Gravy, and I think that’s hilarious - pry that one from my cold dead hands.)

LOVES puns. I mean, just look at his fucking hat!

Also loves being cheesy/cheesy stuff. Silly poses, cringe outfits, bad puns, b rated movies, tacky patterns, you name it. If it makes a normal person cringe even just a little he LOVES it! (Again.. look at his hat!)

Also likes cute stuff like Law, but not embarrassed by it (see above point) and will go overboard w it if he’s messing w Law (imagine that one post of them all going to see the barbie movie?? Pen made Law promise for them dress up for it but Shachi got the outfits ready that’s how I imagined that happening anyway )

Either super great or absolute dog shit at games. No in between. Avoids the ones he sucks at like the plague. Is a sore loser and WILL pout if he’s lost enough times (still pouts even if he only loses a little but its more subtle and he can get over it quicker lol)

His jokes/humor are also the same as his style and game talents, His jokes are usually cheesy, and either really fuckin funny or absolute cringiest shit you’ve ever heard, almost no in-between 

Loves pranks. Goes without saying really

Has this uncanny knack for finding things people would be unable to decide if they like or not, like say a keychain of their fave character for example, but the character is doing some weird bizarre ooc shit or its some on the most unhinged knock off of the original they’ve ever seen

Will tell you wrong information with his whole ass chest. He believes it. He is a a bit dumbass. Himbo-y if you will. Is shocked when he realizes he is in fact wrong and thinks you’re fucking with him. Always takes a minute to convince him he’s actually wrong even though no one is ever fucking with him when they tell him he’s wrong NOT saying he is rude or mean about it is just genuinely shocked he’s wrong what do you MEAN you’re serious that much salt doesn’t go in there you’re just trying to mess him up haha Ikaku… oh shit Ikaku was serious!! that was too much salt wtf!! 

Hes always joking so he thinks everyone else is too sometimes… to his own detriment occasionally lol, always says sorry after for not taking them seriously after with an embarrassed laugh ————Silly/Goofy in Love Shachi HC’s————

Mad dumb when in love/crushing

Im talking giggly, wiggly, ramp up the funny guy act by 10 (at first, he does chill out the longer the crush lasts/the more he’s around them/the more developed the relationship is)

Mixes up words a lot and says lots of goofy shit, esp when trying to be punny AND flirty, his poor brain can’t always keep up

Heartfelt/over the top romantic, gets pretty cheesy

Cheesy is honestly core staple of his personality, you have to love laughing and having fun to be with him for sure because that’s what fills most of your days together if you’re with him

Is a tickle monster, uses it to his advantage to get more cuddles and/or kisses in And make his partner laugh

If he thinks something about him turns his partner/crush on/they like that about him will go out of his way to try and show off even after getting together. Like his arms? Will tie down the top half of his suit and claim to be hot while working.. when its super cold lol - not subtle at all, plays dumb when teased about it

Dishes it out way harder than he can take it, is a bit of a baby if teased too much- will deny at all costs. Still tells you if it was a good burn tho later on

[sweetmage]

So in my Tav!Abdirak playthrough Astarion has the eye from Volo which I did not intend and didn't even like at first (it grew on me though!). I was trying to figure out WHY Astarion would have that, since it seems OOC for him to go through with the procedure so here's the little explanation I came up with that doesn't involve Volo ever laying a finger on him + an additional HC related to it...

[TW for vague discussions of eye injuries and surgery stuff]

Sometime towards the end of act 1 when most of their other leads had fallen through, Abdirak, despite not really trusting him, let Volo try his hand at an extraction for lack of better options.

However, it was Volo who noped out due to Abdirak's unnerving grinning during his procedure. Like of course he wasn't trying to hurt him, but he was well aware that he was and that is not the most settling reaction to having an ice pick driven into your eye socket 😅

I'm thinking he was basically like "Well... I couldn't get it... sorry..." and backed away from him. His eye wasn't removed but it was clearly very damaged so he gives him the eye anyway just in case and skedaddles away from this weirdo.

Abdirak lives the eye patch life for a bit until a certain hag kisses it better (or worse, depending) so he never has need for the ersatz eye.

Sometime much later, however, Astarion ends up gravely injured in the fight against Gandrel. While he pulls through in the end, one of his eyes is a lost cause and even the healing hands of two clerics (Abdirak and Shadowheart) can't save it. Once he's recovered enough, Abdirak offers the eye he was given and helps him place it, which completely short circuits his dumb little brain (affectionate) because at this point it's still completely unfathomable that someone would willingly tend to him like that, especially after the shitshow that was their act 1 romance (post for another time).

I also think it's cute that they've both got a wonky eye on opposite sides :)

As a person with a vision disability irl, however, I kinda hate items that completely remove a disability so it's my personal HC that BOTH of them are visually disabled now. Abdirak can't see anything but light out of his Hag's eye (though Ethel can still see everything) and Astarion can see light, vague shapes, and silhouettes (but that includes invisible ones, because I WILL accept that ability as still being part of it).

[piduai]

Also your ship hate is so real. Keep your hater-head up queen. It's crazy how popular some of them are too (esp sugio n koitsuki) given the fact that it takes away from what made these characters interesting and unique in the first place entirely. Sugio is just your typical 700k-boyXboy-enemies-to-lovers but to make it work you have to completely obliterate both of these characters personalities/what they stand for (motive/writing wise) especially Ogata like c'mon now... His ass is NOT getting redeemed through the power of yaoiful sex. Poor Sugimoto, Shiraishi was right there too. At least this one had the 'EyeSuck' scene, but koitsuki? How would that even work without Tsurumi? Get real. I know the need arose from the fans wanting to give Tsukishima a ''happy end'' but honestly I would rather take years of dilf manupilation if it means I don't get to babysit a dumbass rich kid for the rest of my millitary life. Not that I hate Koito, I like him as a character but he definiatly had 'барчо́нок' mannerisms, like he deadass said Tsukishima was filthy and broke for not owning a handmirror... Sorry you're probably sick of reading about this way more than I am since you've been into GK much longer but I just had to say I'm with you on the GK pairs feeling fujoshibait/homophobic in nature and it's wild considering the content of the actual manga. You have people cvmming from getting their finger ate and yet... Then again I know this has more to do with the general anime/manga consumer mindset rather than GK itself so it is to be expected, I just care about this manga so goddamn much girl Satoru Noda messed up my brain in the best way fr. Sorry I got carried away but if you read it this far thank you again for your translations and I wish you the best!!

but i don't think any of them are fujoshibait/homophobic tho... the way noda wrote them (character dynamics) i mean, not the fujobait anime posters no self-respecting person cares about. like imo there's no need to grasp for straws and paint something you think is stupid and tasteless as problematic/bigoted/morally corrupt 🤷 just say you find it ugly and dumb and move on. none of the popular or unpopular fanon ships were written as romantic/sexual in canon anyway no matter what the coomers say, all that "tension" people keep yapping about is just complex human relationships or titillation/double entendre/play on classic tropes noda is super duper fond of but it all gets over girlies' heads because they lost the ability to see past fanfiction. sad! well nobody has time for this

otherwise i agree, all gk ships are stupid and have no substance but sugio/koitsuki are the dumbest because they're inescapable. with sugio it will NOT work out in any scenario (ever) unless one of them is wildly ooc and let's be honest sugimoto would never say or do that. there's a reason 98% of sugio shippers are ogatagirls, they compromise sugimoto's entire character to get that 700k boy x boy enemies to lovers hot and steamy yaoi because ogata as he is could never coexist with sugimoto as he is. so it just ends up being reductive and shallow and stripping both of them of what makes them interesting

with koitsuki i just don't understand it but it's mostly because i find tsukishima super boring so anything regarding him is a huge blind spot for me (since i simply do not look in his direction). i think koitsuki is one of the "safest" and most bland dynamics in gk (exact reason for which it's the most popular ship) but in fanon again both characters are stripped of their complexity and their canon relationship is severely modified to make it more yaoiful

which honestly i have no problem with... like if that's how people want to enjoy this series, sure. who cares, none of it is real.

i think there's like things to be said about how shipping culture and the popularization of fanfiction has gradually taken the shape of bile that poisons most attempts at interacting with other fans since all they know is sucking and fucking but honestly i'm a huge advocate for not engaging in unpleasant situations when you can. sure there's a lion share of people who can't see past the yaoi thus compromising everything else you and i love this series for but like... so what? i avoid those people, i don't befriend them, i don't read what they say. and i don't have a say in how strangers choose to engage with fiction... at the end of the day it all comes down to personal taste and what you seek from said fiction, if they're comfortable in this insufferable climate i'm happy for them and wish them the best. as for me i'll just stick to my peaceful yaoi-sparse corner

[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT Leo x Reader: Warming Up To You {PART 2}

Summary: After attempting to start a civil relationship between both you and Leo, everything is pleasantly less volatile. However, you discover that having Leo's attention is a lot more nerve-racking than being ignored.

READ PART 1 HERE

Request by @loonahdhdiwi 

Song Rec: In The Middle Of The Night - Elley Duhe

A/N: This is literally just a whole bunch of weird romantic tension, pls excuse the shitty writing and horrible prose. I literally listened to the song and wanted to fuxkin finish the series 

WARNINGS: Cussing (as per usual), Tension (as per usual), Typos because I’m a dumb bitch (as per fuckin usual). Leo's lowkey OOC

“So, you’re a nerd.”

“No,” Donatello mimics your sarcasm seamlessly. “I’m a genius.”

“Synonym of nerd,” you offer with a grin.

The poor turtle had stumbled into the lounge room with the intent of clearing his head. Failed experiments can be frustrating, especially when they've blown up 53 times consecutively.

“Jesus,” Don pinches the bridge of his nose, “you're one brain cell away from being classed as a sea sponge."

Your jaw drops and he takes advantage of your speechlessness. Stepping towards you with irritating bravado, he faux gasps.

“Oh!” the tall terrapin pouts mockingly, “I’m sorry, was that too many big people words?”

 You stumble to your feet, hands outstretched menacingly towards the grinning genius. “Oh, I’ll show you a ‘big people’ word you fucking bi-”

 “And that’s where you both shut up and split,” a familiar voice intones as you’re yanked rearwards. Your heart drops at the contact of your back against Leo’s body.

When you had agreed to be civil with each other you hadn’t been expecting him to literally manhandle you. Something has clearly been lost in translation. Although, in fairness, your last incident hadn’t exactly ended in discussing the terms and conditions of your ‘acquaintanceship.’  If anything, you’ve barely changed anything since that day in the dojo. You greet him and answer questions but for the most part you’ve just opted to steer clear when possible. Although, you’ve never been able to outrun the tension.

“She started it!” Donnie exclaims, offended.

Leo’s grip on your shoulders tighten, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of your position.

“I’m finishing it,” Leo says, soft and firm. His voice vibrates in his chest, sending a shiver down your spine at the intimacy.

“He’s right, though.” You finally force the words that were stuck in your throat. “I was stirring him up.”

The voice above you is silent and Donnie throws his hands up, validated.

“See?” The purple clad turtle rolls his eyes. “We were joking around, anyway.”

“Your ‘joking around’ was loud enough to interrupt Raphael’s meditation.” Leo’s tone is flat, and the implication makes you cringe.

The hot-headed meatball’s arch nemesis is meditation and only recently has he been able to slowly conquer it. The catch? He can only meditate in complete silence.

Donnie winces and his hand rises to scratch the back of his neck guiltily. “Suddenly, I’ll take my chances with the chronically explosive backpack.”

“Glad I can always trust you to make the wise decisions,” Leo drawls and you’re certain that he’s rolling his eyes.

Your heart squeezes tightly in your chest as you watch Donnie swiftly slink through the exit, leaving you alone with the leader. There’s a short silence as you both listen to his brother’s retreating footsteps then the click of his door.  

 “Didn’t we agree to be civil?” His words startle the stillness of the air. You notice the mocking edge in his voice has softened into something you can’t quite name.

Swallowing nervously, you try to ignore the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your system. Leo’s always had a talent for setting your fight or flight instincts on fire. Now that you’ve been left alone with him, you can’t stop replaying what had happened last time.

“This isn’t civil?” You question, forcing a false confidence into your words although you know there’s no point. He can see straight through it, he always has.

“Not if you don’t look at me,” he rebuts.

You raise an eyebrow and steel your nerves. “Hard to look at you when you’ve got me in a death grip,” you say pointedly.

His hands don’t move.

You loose a shaky breath.

“I’d hardly call this a death grip,” he murmurs, sending something aflutter within your chest. He’s right, of course. You know exactly what Leo’s death grip feels like and this was nothing like that.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you try to shake the implicative thoughts from your head. Not long ago you had been strangers at each other’s throats.

Well, you had been at his throat. Leo was only avoiding you, but what he had meant when he’d said that you were a ‘distraction’ remains a mystery.

The only thing you’re truly sure of is the tension between the both of you, so indescribably intense and thick enough to drown you.

“What would you call it then?” Your words are barely a whisper.

Leo falls silent for a long moment and suddenly you have the irrational fear that he can hear your heart pounding in the quiet of the room.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he finally says. You blink at the abrupt change, though you know you shouldn’t be surprised. He’s never bothered with subtlety before, when he doesn’t want to answer something he simply doesn’t.

“I haven’t,” you say quickly, too quickly.

“You have,” he corrects gently.

You fall silent, unsure of how to explain yourself. How could anyone explain it? How does he expect you to respond?

Another silence sweeps over the room and the tension throbs in the air like a tangible being. It’s drowning you, suffocating you with an intensity you’ve never experienced.

“Turn around.”

The words aren’t a demand, they’re an invitation.

You can’t think of anything more disorienting than looking into that piercing gaze of his. You can already feel him watching you as it is, your skin on fire beneath his appraisal.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” you say instead, the words a throwaway tool meant to distract.

“Turn around,” he ignores your apology, “please.”  

The longer you avoid being face to face with him, the weirder you make it. You know that, logically, you look strange avoiding such a simple question. If he didn’t suspect anything before, he definitely does now.

You steel your nerves and hold your breath as you turn to face him.

You knew he was close; hell, you had felt his chest against your back that entire time. However, being face to face with him at this distance is an entirely different thing.

Leo’s face is inches from yours, his every breath dancing against your lips tantalisingly.

“There you go,” his mouth quirks upwards and the smirk is almost sultry. “This is civil.”

His hooded gaze explores your features slowly, almost lazily, if it weren’t for the clear attentiveness in his observations. 

“Is it?” You whisper distractedly, almost stunned by the intimacy of your situation. The electric blue of his eyes put his mask to shame, dancing with amusement and a hunger you’d never seen before.

“You’re nervous,” he murmurs, “breathe.”

“No shit,” you quip, embarrassment heating your cheeks as you realise you had been holding your breath. “Last time we did this you were trying to kill me.”

 He raises a brow ridge, leaning back slightly. You relish in the breathing space, drunk on his presence. “What is ‘this’ exactly?”

You’d love to know the answer, yourself.

“You tell me,” you say, watching him guardedly from beneath your lashes. “You’re the one whose got his hands on me.”

It’s his turn to blush now and the sense of awe for the being before you is almost overwhelming. Everything about this situation just seems ridiculously impossible, completely surreal. Yet, your feet are glued to the ground as you remain enraptured by his presence.

“Are you uncomfortable?” The question is softly spoken but the tone is jarringly serious. You feel his grip soften and shift from your arms and an inexplicable panic grips your heart.

“No!” you say quickly, and his hands freeze, his fingertips resting hesitantly against your skin. He’s cold-blooded but somehow his touch is addictively warm, you don’t want to lose it. “Not uncomfortable.”

For the first time in this entire encounter, he seems unsure of himself.

“You make me nervous,” he says slowly. You can’t help the small laugh of disbelief that leaves you.

“And you terrify me,” you counter truthfully. “You’re intimidating and unreadable.”

His posture relaxes again, and his hands return to gently rest against your arms.

“Intimidating can’t be helped when you’re a 6’2 turtle,” Leo retorts with a raised brow ridge.

“Believe me,” you say, “the ‘turtle’ part is the least intimidating thing about of you.”

The corner of his lip quirks upward and his thumb absentmindedly rubs against your skin. Just like it had that day.

Leo shrugs slightly, “that’s refreshing. As for unreadable, I feel as though I’ve been clear.”

Your mouth dries instantly. Your heart begins to race in your chest and you’re hyperaware of the adrenaline in your system. To your dismay, your hands begin to tremble as you watch him with wide eyes.

His gaze dart to your shaking limbs and back, sending a flush of embarrassment through your body.

“Clear?” You scoff uncertainly, “until a couple of weeks ago, you hated me, Leo.”

To your surprise, he snickers.

You’ve never heard him make that noise before and you immediately capture the memory and store it.

“Hate you?” He chuckles. “I’ve never hated you.”

You stare at him for a long moment.

Leo leans forward, ignoring your disbelief. “I wanted to hate you because it was the opposite.”

“The opposite?”

He nods slowly, “It’s hard to address your own feelings when you’re taught to put everyone else’s above yours.” 

There’s a moment of silence, nothing but the sound of your quick breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest between you both. His hand rises to rest against your cheek and for a brief moment you’re reminded of the size of him. A warrior riddled with battle scars, holding you as though you are the most precious thing he’s ever encountered.

“Just say the word,” he murmurs with a hooded gaze and lips an inch away from yours. The words themselves are close enough that you can taste them. “Say the word and I’ll leave you be. We can be civil. We can forget this ever happened. The decision is completely yours; I won’t make anything difficult.”

You can’t think of anything further from what you want. This person before you is completely unrecognisable from the turtle you had longed for. The complete opposite of the mask he wore as the leader of his band of ninjas.

It’s raw and vulnerable and starved for some sort of emotional intimacy.

This is what he had been afraid of, why he had pushed you away for those months. He has a mountain of responsibilities and the things he secretly desires have always seemed completely unattainable to him. Until that day in the dojo.

“Just say the word,” Leo says again, his lips brushing against yours for a brief, electrifying moment as he spoke. It’s as though he’s almost begging for you to snap him back into place.

“And if I don’t?” You whisper, your hands rising shakily to rest against his plastron. “What if I don’t want to forget this? If I don’t want you to leave?”

“Then I stay,” he says, gentle but firm, “I stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

You watch him carefully and he strokes your cheek softly. His electric gaze almost glows in the darkness of the space you’ve both created. His thumb wanders slowly to your mouth, outlining the pout of your skin carefully.

His eyes ask the question, and when your lips finally meet, you guess he must have found the answer in yours. 

[griefbacon]

“Stupid Song”

Yes this is ooc, no I don’t care, I love fanon Jeff more anyway, also this is slendermansion AU 😁 also the bf is a random name, not a character, also sorry it’s short

TW: language, angst, romance, self hatred thoughts, they/them reader

Summary-

Jeff cant seem to escape the feelings he has for them, especially with their dochuebag boyfriend around.

Slender called me to his office, I knocked loudly, annoyed I had to walk upstairs for some dumb shit. A ‘come in’ echos in my head and I open the door, walking in. I immediately notice a new face while entering the room, I roll my eyes, flopping into a chair, another recruit just waiting to get killed.

Slender explains that we’re going on a mission together and that it was my job to ‘learn them the ropes’ and ‘to keep them safe’, he knew damn well I wasn’t gonna do either of those.

We set out that night, they stared out the window while I drove down the road, it was awkwardly silent for awhile. They turned to me,” do you mind if I turn on the radio?”, I shrugged but they were already turning it on.I barely acknowledged them flipping through the stations as I flipped off a car that didn’t let me merge. They flipped through several stations before settling on one. ‘Goodbye Agony’ by Black Veil brides was playing, they started bumping to the music. I glanced at them, then to the radio, then back at them with an amused expression. They caught my gaze and grinned at me, I broke eye contact, shaking my head with a silent laugh and stared at the road again.

That was the day we met, the day we became friends, I should’ve known.

We had the same music taste and we liked similar things. We started hanging out outside of missions, playing video games, going out, or just plain sitting and hanging out. We grew closer and closer day by day.

“Brandon is my boyfriend, he asked me out, honestly I can’t believe it”, I looked at them in shock, a boyfriend? Why would they want a boyfriend? They have me? I had so much to say but all that came out was ,”what”. They rolled their eyes at my response, stabbing their straw into the kaprison,” I have a boyfriend now, but don’t worry we can still hang out, just not as much”.

My brain tried to process the information, but it didn’t make sense, they liked someone, someone who wasn’t me, oh god. I stayed silent as I left their room, closing the door behind me quietly, forgetting to say bye. My heart was in my in my throat and my head was pounding, I knew I liked them, but I never thought about them having a boyfriend, at least a boyfriend who wasn’t me.

Weeks went by of pretending things were fine when things weren’t fine, things weren’t fine at all. They posted pictures of them together, it made my heart burn, but I don’t know what I expected, I’m a killer, a liar, a cheat, my room was dirty, I smelled, my mental health is shit, the list just goes on and on, what was I thinking.

My self doubt ate me alive as their 6th month anniversary hit, I couldn’t do anything about it, our friendship had deteriorated and it’s all my fault, I ignored them, watching from afar. Their boyfriend would say things, things that were wrong, they didn’t listen to that song, they hated it, they didn’t watch that show, they didn’t even tolerate it. Anger boiled but there was still nothing I could do, I listened to him when they weren’t around and they said the dumbest shit, they didn’t even talk about them, mention them, brag about how that was their partner, their so lucky and they sit there and don’t say shit about it, if they were mine I’d never shut up, I’d talk about them all day long, all night long, every day, but their not mine, lucky bastard.

I opened my door to find them sniffling, barely holding themselves together, I let them in without hesitation. “He dumped me for his ex”, they didn’t say anything else, they didn’t have too. We sat on my bed together and I held them, for the first time in months.

It was awkward at first but it went away when they said,”I missed you”, every drop of emotion I had went into our embrace. For the first time in forever, my mind was quiet, all I was focused on was them, they were all that mattered, they were all that always mattered, ever since that stupid emo song came on the radio.

[bcynumbertwo]

A Couple of Friendly Foes That are Trying. (Emphasis on Trying)

Pairing: Legend & Sky

Characters Involved: Legend, Sky, Warriors, Wild, Mentions of Hyrule and Time Rating: T (Due to drinking mentions)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Legend and Sky are alone while the rest of their small group are busy, they try making the best of it.

Author's Note: aa hello.. this is my first ever linkeduniverse fic despite being into since 2019. i havent really properly written for these characters at all, so it might be a little ooc. this was also super self indulgent since not many people actually write about sky and legend from what i've seen despite them being one of my fav duos, so i hope you consider thinking about them more maybee..? anyways, english isn't my first language either, so i apologise for any spelling mistakes. feedback and reblogs would be greatly appreciated ^^

(you can find this fic under the same name on ao3)

Why were they all in a bar again? Why is almost everyone drunk? Well, some of the group were responsible enough to stay in the shelter and rest, but Legend prompted to stay in to 1. Laugh at everyone once they’re sober over something they did when they were drunk and 2. To be that one guy who can easily drag everyone to shelter safely. But Wild, Warriors, Hyrule and Sky? They celebrated through drinks. A lot of drinks.

Legend seemed like the type to drink and celebrate, but in reality he actually hated the thought of being drunk, considering how emotional he was inwardly, so it’d lead to way too many sob stories and crying himself to sleep, so he prompted to stay out of drinking for tonight and any other night after that. He doubted he was the only one in here who chose that decision, but seeing how even Hyrule started getting drunk, he doubted the possibility of someone else being as smart as him.

“Ugh, Leeeggggg…” Oh goddess, the hard g drop. He didn’t even need three tries to know who that was, “You’re such a partypooperrrr.. Can’t ya have one drink?” Warriors chimed, motioning an empty glass towards the other. Legend shook his head, pushing the empty glass away from him.

“No thanks, I’m fine. You’ll thank me later when you’re sober, Captain.” Legend smirked, to which Warriors only rolled his eyes in response, walking away. He sighed, tempted to just rest outside, but he felt like a parent handling three toddlers. Wait, three? Wasn’t there another with the group?

Legend now felt like a parent handling three ravenous toddlers along with that one kid that gets themselves lost every time. Why did it have to be him? It could’ve been the old man but he was actually wise enough to stay behind and not drink, oddly fitting. But that’s besides the point, he lost one of his teammates and if Legend doesn’t find them in 10 seconds he will flip.

“Have any of you seen Hero?” Legend asked the three drunken companions, not expecting a good response but having at least some hope that they have a brain cell or two. Wild motioned his hand to the backdoor, murmuring something. Legend couldn’t decipher his mumbling, but he assumed that’s where Sky went, so he headed over.

“Don’t do anything dumb while I’m gone!” He yelled at the others as he approached the backdoor. They all let out a noise that was either a groan or a very mumbled ‘okay’.

He opened the backdoor, getting greeted with the night sky along with a lone sitting figure turning his way.

“Oh, hey Legend!” An all too familiar friendly voice spoke. Legend huffed, palming his forehead.

“Oh goddess..You worried me sick, Hero.”

“A-Ah, sorry about that then. Just wanted a breather.” Sky responded, softly smiling. The other grumpily sat next to him. “Seems like you want a breather too, huh?”

“No shit, the rest are so unbearable.” Legend crossed his arms on the table, planting his head over them and sighing. Sky was hesitant at first, but he eventually patted his teammate’s head gently, which the other was not opposed to. He probably needed it if anything, actually.

“I’m sober too, if it helps.” Sky pointed out, still patting Legend’s head. “I figured,” his teammate replied, not looking up. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Sky silently reassuring Legend as he just took it, resting his head.

Eventually, Legend looked up, “If this is how the old man feels with all eight of us, goddess bless his soul for surviving.” he said. The other held back a laugh, but he couldn’t help chuckling a little.

“He may feel like that occasionally, but I’m sure he can handle us just fine. It’s like we’re his kids.. Almost.” Sky commented. “I mean, probably, yeah– He has a wife, so it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to assume that.” Legend responded.

“It’s like we’re the two awkward older siblings bonding as the rest are off playing in the playground.”

“When was this a bonding session?” Legend bit back, furrowing his brows. Sky didn’t react, simply keeping his soft smile from before, “Since you got here.” “I.. Sure.”

Afterwards, it was silent again. But it wasn’t a reassuring silence, it was awkward if anything, but neither of them knew how to start a conversation. It wasn’t like they were going to deal with the rest right now anyways, so they were a bit stuck.

“.. What’s your favourite instrument to play?” Sky asked. Legend raised a brow at him due to how oddly specific that conversation starter was, but shrugged. “I dunno. Probably the flute or harp, I’m not really.. Good with instruments though.” “I can teach you the harp,” Sky chimed in, “We can practise by playing together and all. We can play together with your flute too, I’m sure you’re not as bad as you claim to be.”

Legend rolled his eyes at the complement, but in reality he actually appreciated it. Sky was nice to everyone he talked to, so it wasn’t like he was that special. He seems awfully excited about teaching him music though.

“Thanks, I guess.. Why bring up instruments though?” Legend asked, to which Sky simply shrugged in response. “I remembered the harp I found at your place and was curious. Maybe we could all form a band or something.” He chuckled.

“Can we be a band without a singer? I know for a fact none of us can sing well.” “I heard that the old man’s wife can sing pretty well.” “.. Let's have her sing then.”

“Good call.”

And the conversation faded into silence again. This is the third time today. Why couldn’t they talk to each other like normal people, Legend swore he could talk to Warriors more easily than this. And Warriors was meaner than Sky. Talking to him more was not a flex.

“We should really talk more.” Legend let out, not realising he just said his thoughts out loud.

“Hm?” Sky perked up. “.. What? Did I say something?” “I think you just thought out loud.” The other giggled. Legend soon realised that he did, in fact, think out loud. He groaned, covering his face.

“Hey, it’s okay..” Sky commented, placing his hands over Legend’s, slowly uncovering his face. “If it makes you feel any better, I wanna talk to you more too.” He softly smiled at his teammate.

“Wait, really? You’re not just being overly nice, right?” “.. Is that why you’re always grumpy towards me?” Sky tilted his head.

“I didn’t even– Look, are you being genuine or not?”

“I’m being genuine, promise.” He responded, moving his hands away from his companion’s and holding out his pinky. Legend simply stared at it, confused.

“..What?” “What are you doing?” “Making a pinky promise…?” “What’s that?”

Sky held back even more laughter, but composed himself after a few seconds. “It’s when you make a promise and you hook your pinkies together to.. make sure the promise stays? I’m not entirely sure myself, but I think it’s a nice concept.” Legend simply nodded, hooking his pinky with Sky’s. Something about that felt reassuring, almost as if this small promise was never going to break.

“From here on out we’ll actually talk like proper companions.” “Yay, teamwork..” Legend said sarcastically, but he had a slight smile on his face. Eventually, he and Sky started some not awkward small talk. It felt great, but it will definitely take a while for both of them to get adjusted to this. Sure, they’ve talked and stood next to each other a lot, but they were never really more than just two people trying to survive together with six other people, it was hard to make sure you were friends with everyone in a group that big in one space.

Though as the small talk kept going, a sudden crash came from the inside.

“Are those our idiots?” Legend blurted out.

“They might be. Let’s check before it gets worse–” Sky got up and headed to the door leading to the inside of the bar, Legend following close behind. Whatever they were dealing with behind that door will definitely require a fee.

[darknessawaitsyou]

Hmm... How about 12 (“Your laugh is my favorite sound”) with Xiao and Venti from Genshin for sentence starters? If you want... 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: okayokayokay, so I have a real big soft spot for Xiaoven (it’s so cute and fluffy fufufu) so obviously I HAVE to do this. Thank you for asking for something, and you’re welcome to request more if you’d like! (Also because I have Xiaoven, ChiLi and Razett brain rot recently.) Please enjoy!! (also this is my first time posting a fic, so i’m sorry if it’s bad fufufu)

A/N(2): ALSO sorry if it’s really OOC I just recently got to AR 40 like, a couple of days ago (i’ve been playing for a month fufu) and i don’t really know xiao’s personality that well (decently, at least) so y’know. anywayyyyys !

For Me~?

Summary: “Your laugh is my favorite sound.” Venti loves Xiao’s laugh - and (un)fortunately for Xiao, he’s got some tactics to make him do just that.

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“your laugh is my favorite sound,” venti hummed softly in the adeptus’ ear. just how in the world did xiao end up in this position? this had started out as one of their regular dates - walking around the area of mondstadt, visiting diluc and getting their fair share of wine, and then coming out to windrise to let themselves wind down. but here he was, straddling the adeptus and grinning mischievously.

venti was... on top of him..

the act itself would have been enough to make the other flush, but the reason? because he let a giggle slip out when he was making a dumb joke. typical, isn’t it? “i’m afraid i don’t know what brought this situation on, venti.” of course, xiao’s best option was to pretend like he didn’t know what he was talking about. after all, if he could convince him to drop it, then maybe it would all be resolved.

but the anemo god was smarter than that.

“don’t act like you don’t know, xiao-xiao~, i heard your cute little laugh when i was telling my joke about the traveler.” shit. well, so much for that tactic. there was still a little bit of wine left in his system from the tavern, so he was hoping that he just ... pretended he imagined it. but there was no getting out of this one.

“so what do you plan to do? i think you forget sometimes, but it’s not easy to make me laug-“ xiao’s sentence was cut short by the audible gasp he let out involuntarily. venti’s thumbs were drilling into his sides, only pressing down with just a little bit of pressure. enough to make him feel it, but not enough to drive him crazy.

“what was that~? oh, wait.. you’re still ticklish, aren’t you? haha, totally forgot about that..” in actuality, venti hadn’t forgotten about it at all. he was trying to find a way to exploit it somehow since xiao rarely ever laughs and he wouldn’t ever let him do voluntarily. .. or at least, not that he recalls anyways.

“v-venti.. a-ah! wait, venti..” xiao’s hands desperately clawed at the anemo god’s, wrapping around his wrists in hopes that he could escape his current predicament. this wasn’t good. what if someone saw them? what if he accidentally hurt him? gah, so many things to worry about.

“hmm? what’s wrong, xiao? it’s not everyday that you remember that an adeptus is ticklish. i can’t exactly recall your worst spot, however. mind telling me?” xiao opened his mouth to say something in response, but the minute he did, the anemo god got to work. two pair of hands found their way underneath the rim of his shirt. xiao could very clearly feel his fingers on his skin, and it was driving him up the wall.

“h-hehey! venti, i- s-said wahihihit!” he attempted to use one hand to cover his mouth so that the mischievous immortal on him couldn’t see what he wanted, but that fell straight to the ground. venti shoved one of his hands under xiao’s arm, making him squeal loudly - to his own embarrassment - and shove his arms down to his sides.

“awww, now i remember~ you’re pretty sensitive here, yeah? you’re just so cute xiao-xiao..” venti’s teases were not making the situation any better. it honestly made him feel even more ticklish - well, more than he already was. he dug his heels into the ground, faintly kicking as he tried to shake the anemo god off of him.

“vEHEHENTI! stOHOHOP!”

“why~? you’re obviously having fun..! just look at the cute smile on your face. besides, it’s not everyday that you get to hang back and laugh. take the chance.” the god giggled softly to himself.

damn venti sometimes!

tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as the bard’s fingers continued scribbling underneath his arms. curse this body for being so damn ticklish! but no matter what he tried, his arms wouldn’t go up. it was almost like they were glued to his side - which was a terrible thing.

“p-plEHEHEHASE! bARBATOS! sTOHOHOP!”

“does it tickle that bad?” venti asked, out of sheer curiosity. xiao nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut as laughter continued to pour out from his mouth. just like that, the bard stopped his attack on the poor boy’s underarms and cupped his cheek softly.

“to think that you would have the nerve to call me barbatos.” he shook his head softly, letting out a chuckle as he leaned down. wiping the tears from xiao’s eyes, he smiled at him. “you know what i think is cute, xiao?”

the adeptus couldn’t speak at the moment; he was still getting his breath back from the recent tickle attack. man, that was rough for how short it was. the look in his eyes gave venti the go-ahead to continue talking.

“for an adeptus, you could’ve easily gotten out of that. ‘sides, i don’t weigh that much. could’ve just thrown me off. but you didn’t: why is that?”

xiao’s face burned a bright red. “i didn’t want to hurt you,” he wheezed out, turning away and narrowing his eyes. “that’s all.”

“i think you’re lying~.” venti’s fingers reached underneath his shirt once more, dancing right on his ribs. xiao squirmed a bit, letting bits of laughter follow. round two?! xiao’s mind was growing foggy - he knew he couldn’t take much more after his first attack. and on one of his worst spots too.

“if you don’t tell me, i’ll tell the traveler that you’re super duper ticklish. and master diluc, and zhongli, and.. a-and..” the bard continued listing out names of people who xiao could NOT know how ticklish he was. if they knew... he shuddered a bit at the thought.

“p-plehehease.. v-vehehehnti..” he whined softly, pushing at his hands while trying to limit his kicking so he didn’t accidentally kick him. venti smirked. “you heard my deal. should we make a contract on it? i know that’s rex lapis’s thing but.. you know.” xiao shook his head, closing his eyes.

“fine, fihihine! i’ll tehehell yohohou..” xiao was getting tired, and he didn’t know how much more he could take. the bard stopped his attack once more, looking down with expecting eyes. the adeptus turned his head, face flushing. even his ears were bright red too. “it’s not that.. i couldn’t escape..,” xiao started, unable to look at him. “i mean... you were happy. you .. like.. t-tickling me. so .. i guess i like it.. too?”

“aww, xiao-xiao, i didn’t know you liked it~ that’s so cute. why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“don’t get the wrong idea. i won’t let just anyone do it. but if it’s you...”

“for me?” venti asked softly, climbing off of the other and sitting next to him. the look on his face was about the equivalent to a happy-go-lucky child. watching venti lean against him, xiao smiled softly, shaking his head.

“only for you, barbatos.”

[hello-everyfandom]

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,”

Warnings: Light making out/Light smut (very very very light)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Draco’s Hufflepuff girlfriend is nothing but a delight and the exact opposite of him.

(I really really tried. I hope Draco’s character isn’t too ooc, but I thought it’d be so sweet to see cold stone Draco with a soft, cute girlfriend)

One of the things Draco loved most about you was your extreme compassion and empathy. You were, undoubtedly, one of the sweetest people at Hogwarts. Not just to your own house, but all, even Slytherins. Perhaps that is what drew him to you, your innate ability to look past house stereotypes and befriend even the snarkiest of Slytherins. If you were to see Draco and his lovely girlfriend walking the corridors, hand in hand, you’d assume they were holding hands accidentally. Your face always had a beaming, positive smile placed on it. You waved and greeted your friends kindly and exuded an aura of friendliness. Draco, however, was the exact opposite. He scowled, maybe not on purpose, but sneered at the poor souls who happen to look at him. You were light, he was dark. Not that you minded. Whenever you caught him in a glare, you’d squeeze his hand and softly tug.

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,” 

Draco looked down at your smiling face and couldn’t help but send a small smile back, “And what is ‘that?’” he asked.

“This,” you pointed to your face and pulled an exaggerated scowl, pushing your eyebrows together and pointed the corner of your lips down, “See? Unattractive,”

Draco chuckled softly under his breath and tugged his bag closer on his shoulder, “So now you think I’m unattractive?” 

“No no, darling, not at all. I’m calling your face unattractive,” you leaned closer to him, inhaling his sweet cologne before waving at another friend in the corridor.

“My face is unattractive?” Draco said, feigning hurt.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” you laughed and slapped his arm gently. “But, would it kill you to smile a little?” You reached you and tried to drag his cheek up with your finger to form a smile.

“I smile when I’m with you, that’s enough smiling for my life.”

“Draco, while that is quite adorable and does, in fact, flutter my heart, I mean smiling and saying hello to people, maybe greeting your friends in a nicer way?”

Draco stopped walking and pulled you into a more secluded part of the corridors where you were visible but not quite as seen. His eyes were playful and a smirk printed itself on his lips. Draco’s eyes were mesmerizing, you nearly forgot what you were talking about before raising your eyebrows,

“I don’t have to speak sweetly to anyone but you,” Draco bent his head and placed a peck on your lips. You rolled your eyes with a grin on your face, giving him another small kiss and spun sharply on your heel. “Where are you going?” he called, holding the strap of his bag.

“I’m going to Herbology. See you later, handsome!” 

Draco’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he watched you skip down the hall, giving nods and small ‘hellos’ to the people around you who were making their way to class. Draco shook his head to rid himself of the embarrassing colour that fully displayed his love for you and paced to his next class. 

By the time supper had come around, Draco searched the Great Hall for you. Usually, you were perched on the Hufflepuff bench, chatting happily away with your friends and even turning to talk to some of the Gryffindor’s behind you. However, you were nowhere to be seen. Dinner had started and Draco tapped his foot anxiously. It was only until you had run into the Great Hall, screeching to a stop and searched wildly until you found Draco’s blonde hair amidst the sea of students. You sighed in relief and started towards his table. Draco’s eyes widened as you reached him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and sitting next to him, and across from Pansy.

“Pardon me, I don’t believe you are a Slytherin, are you?” he jokingly whispered in your ear as you started to scoop helpings of food onto your plate.

“Slytherin Blitherin,” you waved your hand, “ ‘s it so wrong to want to sit with my boyfriend?” Your boyfriend shrugged and handed you a roll of bread before asking,

“Where were you anyway? Fighting demons? No, too mean. Were you making daisy chains with the house elves?” His elbow prodded you softly.

“What? No, but actually, thank you for reminding me. I need to have a little visit to the house-elves soon, they really are quite sweet. You really should come with me Draco, they really enjoy stories and absolutely are thrilled if you sit with them for a bit. But, I just woke up too late from a nap, thas’ all.” You smiled and sipped from the goblet in front of you.

“Of course you did,” Draco rolled his eyes and settled into his dinner bench, feeling happy you were beside him.

“Pansy, by the way,” Pansy’s back straightened, she didn’t hate you but she didn’t particularly like you either, nevertheless you continued, “My mother sent me a bottle of that muggle nail polish I told you about. It’s quite cute, I could do your nails later if you’d like,” You offered kindly. Pansy’s eyes widened as she glanced from you to Draco, he shrugged.

“It’s a muggle thing?” Pansy asked curiously,

“Oh yes, but it’s so much easier than doing it with spells, surprisingly. I think it’s quite genius actually, I did mine yesterday night.” you flashed Pansy your fingernails that were delicately painted a light shade of blue. Draco studied you as you began to converse energetically with Pansy, your yellow tie laid nicely on your chest whilst your hair was messily pulled back. He couldn’t help but fall further in love with you as you laughed and even spoke to Blaise a bit about the quidditch teams you were interested in. You were just so simply kind and generous that he even felt a bit guilty. He was worried he would scare you off or even worse, transform your kindness and friendliness to something cold and more like him. However, you seemed to be unchanged and remained the same front the first day he met you. 

“Draco?” His focus was blinked out of his eyes as you peered at you,

“Yes?”

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, wiping your lips insecurely.

“Only beauty,” Draco said. The moment he uttered those words, he regretted it immediately. Blaise howled with laughter whilst Pansy began to tease him. He scowled at them and sent his friends dirty daggers. You beamed at him with a delighted gleam in your eye, 

“Aw, Draco. You’re so sweet, isn’t he sweet?” you turned to Blaise after pressing a quick kiss on Draco’s cheek.

“Oh, the sweetest.” Blaise cooed sarcastically whilst catching his breath. Underneath the table, you squeeze Draco’s hand reassuringly and leaning your head on his shoulder. Draco would never admit this to anyone, except maybe you, but he was changing. He didn’t push first years, nor spend his free periods mocking the stutters and stance of the third years. In fact, he can’t even pin the last snarky comment he made towards Potter.

“Malfoy, maybe you should rethink having a blood traitor sit at our table. It’s quite despicable if you ask me, disgusting even,” A hateful voice sounded from behind you. A few Slytherin boys who you had sadly not friended yet sneered at you. Before Draco could respond angrily and tell him to piss right the fuck off, you chimed up.

“You’re Earl Elmer, right?” You turned and rummaged through your school bag frantically before removing a crumbled piece of parchment and smoothing it down on the table. “‘m sorry if it’s a little torn, I overheard you in Charms the other day. You said you were having trouble, so I took some extra notes for you. I hope they help.” The boy looked nervously at his friends and glared at the parchment before scoffing leaving the Great Hall. You frowned, “I know it’s a little crumpled, but I didn’t think it was that bad,”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, “He’s a bloody twat, don’t bother with Elmer.” 

“I don’t want him to be upset. If I made him angry or something of the sort I’d be gutted.”

“You’re too kind sometimes,” Draco mumbled over the chatter of the Great Hall, “you barely notice when someone’s being a right arse to you.”

“I think he has the potential to be actually quite kind,”

“Don’t count on it. Now, eat your dessert or you’ll be cranky later.” You sniffed before nodding and reaching for a cup of pudding. Draco’s heart thumped, even after being treated awfully, you still went out of your way to be kindhearted to someone. You were too good for him, and he knew it.

“If you want me to, I’ll hex him,” Pansy offered, biting into her cupcake. 

“That’s nice, Pansy, but I think I’ll pass.” You said, leaning on Draco’s shoulder again, humming contently.

In your room, you laid on your stomach with your textbook. You groaned loudly making Draco look up from his spot on your bed. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, pulling you lay back so your back was on his chest.

“I hate Transfiguration,” you grumbled, “I can barely make out the words anymore.”

“Oh? Hate? I wasn’t sure that word was in your dictionary,” Draco teased, combing his fingers through your hair.

“It’s not, maybe I’ve been spending too much time with you,” you teased back.

“Maybe,” he bent his neck to kiss your cheek, “Transfiguration can’t be that hard.” 

“It is, you don’t even understand, my brain is exhausted, it’s simply too hard,” you said dramatically,

“I’m in your class, Love.”

“But still! You’re a smarty smarty pants. And I’m just a dumb dumb.”

“You’re a Prefect,” He pointed out. “And, not to mention, one of the smartest witches in our year.”

“You know what, you are the loveliest boyfriend ever,” you switched positions so you were in his lap and cradled his face. You pecked kisses on his face affectionately, his hands sliding on your hips and down your thighs. 

“What’s with all the kisses?” Draco wasn’t complaining, but he didn’t want to turn your head from studying either. 

“You just look so cute sitting there, I couldn’t help it. Thought you deserved some kisses!” you smiled and kissed his neck lightly and then locking your lips with his. Everything about your kisses made his head swoon, he forgot about the war, the darkness his family that engulfed his family and even his own battles with anxiety and sadness. He melted instantly into your touch, moving his hands tentatively to hug your waist. You tasted of berries and the muggle chapstick you insisted on wearing in the winters to prevent chapped lips. You felt his hands wander softly, almost scared as you nipped at his bottom lip leaving him breathless. For someone so sweet, you kissed like a woman on a mission. Your hips slowly grinding into his and the top buttons of his shirt coming undone. His lips trailed down your neck and above your collar bone, focusing on the soft skin that begged him to bite. Draco felt as though his heart would plummet into the ground as you pulled your shirt off. 

“I-” he stuttered,

“Yes?” You asked innocently,

Draco raised so he was leaning on his elbows whilst you straddled him. Your fingers quicker to unbutton his shirt, as he ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it softly. You moaned as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. A sudden knock at the door made you bolt upright. Your hair a mess from Draco’s pulling and your lips swollen from Draco’s kisses. You gasped, realizing your shirt had been thrown across the room and Draco’s was mostly unbuttoned. Draco whined at the lack of contact but you shot him a warning look before shoving a sweater over your head. You swung open the door looking for who had knocked only to lower your eyes and see a young Hufflepuff from first year.

“I’m sorry to interrupt!” She squeaked, “I just had a, uh, a question on my Transfiguration homework but I can go,” as she turned you caught her shoulder and sent her a soft look,

“No worries! Transfiguration can be tricky, can’t it?” You looked over your shoulder at Draco who looked up at the ceiling with annoyance, tapped his wrist to signal to hurry up. Obviously, he wanted to get back to kissing his gentle girlfriend. You shooshed him and twirled to speak to the Hufflepuff, “Maisie, right?” She nodded, “Will you just hold on one second, then my brain and my skills are all yours.”

You closed the door and rushed around your dorm, throwing clothes into your chest and frantically tidying up. Draco watched amused, legs stretched out on the bed with his arms under his head and his back against the headboard.

“Can’t you just tell her to bugger off?” he asked, motioning for you to come closer,

“Absolutely not. One, that’s rude. And two, it may seem foreign to you, but I do actually want to help her.”

“But we were... doing stuff,” Draco whined, it was unlike his character to beg but he had just gotten a taste of you and was starving for more.

“Were we?” You joked and pointed at his shirt, “You better button-up, buttercup!” Draco grumbled and complied as you threw the door open. 

“Come in, come in!” You motioned her forwards, she stepped cautiously into your dorm, observing the nice moss plants you had hanging as well as the cozy rug you had placed on the floor. Her eyes wandered to Draco’s figure and instantly froze in fear,

“If-if you have guests, Y/N, I can always come later,” She stuttered, fiddling with her textbook.

“What him? Don’t worry, he’s nothing but a big ole bloke who just so happens to be dating me. Plus, what are Prefects for? Now, take a seat, you can sit on the bed or on the desk,”

Draco sent her a glare making her respond quickly, “I’ll sit at the desk.” You mentally scolded Draco before helping your first-year friend with her homework.

As you bid her goodbye after helping her with her homework and sending her off with a lolly, you shut the door and sighed with happiness. Draco’s arms opened, motioning for you to fall into them and lay comfortably on his chest.

“I’m so happy,” you mumbled into his shirt,

“Is that so?”

“I love helping people,”

“I noticed.” Draco rubbed soothing circles on your back,

“‘m tired,” you yawned.

“How is it that you have so much energy to help people and care for them when you’re just a small little thing?” Draco’s voice was low, nearly lulling you to sleep. He truly was amazed at your capabilities to be so good-hearted and pure.

“I love helping people,” your eyes drooped, “just as much as I love you,”

“I love you as well,” Draco soothingly petted your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead, allowing you to drift into a lovely and blissful sleep.

[nadisabug]

Anything You Want

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x reader

Warnings: reader is kinda depressed, idk she convinces herself that no one (Kei) could like her, so warning for that, no spoilers though, ooc Tsukki, I am so sorry this was a one am fever dream im sor-

Summary: As old childhood friends of Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, it doesn’t make sense why Tsukishima and you fight so much.

A/N: Ahh I’m so sorry I woke up out of a cold sweat to write this whole thing in one sitting at one am im just 💛love💙 him!! Also!!! I hit 150 followers!! So excited!!! I love you all so much!! Thank you!!!!! (ps requests are open pls send some in)

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

"Kiss me Kei!"

"What? Tch, no that's gross."

"But I'm the mommy!"

"So?"

"You're the daddy! You gotta!"

"I don't even wanna play this dumb game."

"It's not dumb! Pleeaaasseee Kei-chan! For me?"

"Fine, come here."

The slap of the ball hitting the gym floor startled me out of my daydream. My eyes snapped up quickly to the game before me. Did we score? It took me a minute to even register what was going on and who I was looking at. I looked to the referee on his stepladder, waiting for him to call the point.

The whistle blew. He raised his arm. Boys in black and orange jerseys shouted. I clapped and cheered.

It all felt so robotic. But then I looked at him. Then the world shifted into slow motion and began to flow more naturally.

He raised his arm to wipe the sweat off of his brow, the movement mesmerizing. Even the jerk of his body when a teammate patted him on the back seemed graceful. Elegant. He pushed his glasses up a bit and glared at the offender. He turned to say-

"Y/n?" Once again I was startled from my thoughts. My head snapped to the right side where Yachi was standing next to me. She had a concerned look on her face. I swallowed, my dry mouth only producing a lump in my throat. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I responded quickly and looked back to the game. "Just focusing is all." This time I fought not to look at the boy. I didn't want to look at him anyway. I didn't. I didn't.

Finding my eyes drifting back to him, I launched into conversation to pull my mind from him.

"How's the girls team going?"

I was on the girls volleyball team as a first year. I only made the team because I was the only libero and, being honest, I was the best at receiving. I was abnormally short, so I knew I couldn't pull off many other positions.

Well, maybe I could.

I watched as the short, orange haired boy flew across the court and landed an impossible to receive spike. I still wasn't used to that combo no matter how many games I watched. Then again, I only had reflexes, not the raw power that that boy had.

I sighed and tore my eyes from the game to look at Yachi. I slumped onto the railing a plopped my head in my hands. "We need more practice games, honestly. The way we're going we're not going to win our match."

"Don't say that Y/n!" Yachi cried.

I shrugged and looked back at the game. My eyes found blonde hair naturally. "Its true. The girls don't practice enough. I think getting our asses completely handed to us will turn the team around. I just feel bad for the third years who will suffer from it."

Yachi didn't have a response to that. She changed the subject quickly and we chatted until the game ended, the whole time I focused on the freakish number ten instead of the boy I knew deep down in my heart I really wanted to watch.

"Nice net drop, broccoli brain," I smirked and clapped my best friend on the shoulder.

His shoulders slumped and he sighed. "I didn't even mean to do it," he bereaved.

"Fucking who cares?" I snorted. "Got us a fat point and they never saw it coming. Just remember how it felt and do it again."

"Y/n," Yama whined and tried to shake me off.

"Y/n giving you crap again?" A rich voice came from behind me, sending shivers down my spine. "That's rich coming from Pipsqueak."

"Says Mr-cant-block-for-shit," I shot back, turning around so that I could stick my tongue out at him.

"I'd like to see you try to pick up a real serve, not that-"

"Hey, hey, cut it out!" Yama stepped in between us, putting a warning hand on us both. "We're all friends."

I glared at Tsukishima but backed down. I didn't want to upset Yamaguchi. I knew how much he hated it when we fought, seeing as it was his two best friends.

I had known Yama since elementary school, when I saved him from some bullies. One day when we were clearly out matched, Tsukishima saved us in his aloof, roundabout way. From then on we were inseparable.

That is until the second year of middle school when Tsukishima and I started fighting all the time. Despite that, we still hung out together. Who knows why he put up with my constant antagonism, but he always reciprocated and never complained.

We got on the bus soon after the game, headed to the school. I was on the girls bus, them on the boys. When we got back to the school we met up again.

When we came to the usual splitting point, Yama spoke up.

"So I'll walk Y/n home," Yama offered like always. I was about to accept when Tsukishima spoke up.

"Nah, I'll do it." Yama cocked an eyebrow. "It's out of your way, Yamaguchi. She lives closer to me."

We all knew this, but the point had never come up before.

"Okay," Yama said warily. "Are you sure you don't want me to come anyways?"

"Tch, we're fine, I don't need a babysitter." Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

"Okay," Yama shrugged. He took a few steps backwards before he said goodbye and started off in the opposite direction.

Tsukishima wordlessly took off in the direction of our houses, so I followed. I was wondering why he suddenly offered to walk me home, but he offered no clues as to why. He used to walk me home before we always fought, but after that he stopped. This was the first time he walked me home in years.

So we walked in complete silence.

When we reached my house, we stood there awkwardly for a moment, looking at it. I wasn't sure what to say, but before I could figure it out, he spoke.

"Why do you hate me?"

I was startled by both the question and the sudden shattering of silence. I turned to look at Tsukishima. He wasn't looking at me, just straight ahead. I tried to read his facial expression, but like always, it was stone cold.

"I don't?" I answered uneasily.

Tsukishima sighed. "Yes you do, you always act so pissy towards me. You even tense up when I'm near."

"I do not," I frowned. I tried to think if I have ever done anything like that, but I drew blank.

"Yes you do," Tsukishima sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. "We..." He paused. He brought he other hand up and rubbed his eyes, pressing his two fingers into his eye sockets. After a moment he threw his hand down, clearly having made up his mind, and turned to look at me. I felt hot under his intent gaze, his eyes searching mine for an answer I was afraid I didn't have. "We used to be close when we were little. What changed."

It wasn't a question. It was more of a statement. It was like he meant to say something different.

So I said it for him.

"We changed."

He scoffed, his face twisting into his signature cynical look. "Bullshit."

"No, that's the answer. Maybe you're not asking the right question," I shot back, confidence fueled by his venom.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it soon after. His brows furrowed and his lips pressed together. It was more emotion than he was exhibiting earlier, and for some weird reason, it made something in me happy.

"Why are you so mad at me?" He finally asked, face relaxing a bit. He seemed genuinely curious as to the answer.

His sincerity almost made me explode with anger. How could he not know? He was the most insufferable person in the entire world, what wouldn't I be mad about.

But then again, that was wrong. He never mad me mad with his snide comments and dirty looks. It was all in play and it never really bothered me, ever since we were kids, and he knew that too. So I couldn't lie and say it was his personality because I loved his personality. It was something else. Something I was afraid of admitting.

I grit my teeth. What did it matter if I said it or not? It's not like he'd understand anyway.

Once I made up my mind I met his eyes.

"Because you will never give me what I want."

"And what is that?" His voice was soft, wispy, breathless. Afraid.

Your love.

I couldn't say it. Bile rose in my throat and tears prickled at my eyes. I opened my mouth but quickly shut it. I wouldn't say it. I was too afraid.  My eyes fell to the ground, and with them, all my confidence.

All at once my mind began to barrage me. He will never love you, he could never love someone like you. He-

He laughed.

He fucking laughed.

My mind was thrown to a complete and total standstill by the absurdity of it. I looked back up at him with watery eyes in confusion.

"I thought you were smarter than that," he grinned, one corner of his mouth charmingly quirked upwards. "Than to decide what I think."

"What?" I mumbled nearly incoherently.

"We both know if you ask I'll do anything for you, so quit your crying, Pipsqueak."

I opened my mouth, completely surprised by his confession. He'd do anything for me? That couldn't be right...

But the more I thought about it the more I realized it was true. He had always done everything for me. Whenever I needed him he was there. It was me that started the fighting, all because I let my mind tell me that he could never love me, that he never would.

I met his eyes once again, this time brimming with happiness.

"Kiss me, Kei."

"Fine," he dramatically sighed, hiding a small grin. "Come here."

And he did.

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[izur-x]

Admirations!

Looking at your Izuru One-shot gave me a lot of heckling ideas to give you a request. Here is one! Could you do a one shot of Izuru x a reader who is an introverted cheerful person that loves to be around him, but when she meets Junko Enoshima, everything is completely different. I wanted reader to end up like Izuru so she can understand how he feels, so in exchange of that, she gets involved with Junko and asks her if she could interfere with her brain, just like how Izuru ended up like.

I hope this wont bother you at all. Good luck! :)) 💖

Ah yes! Thanks for the request, and no it's not bother me!

Reader want to understand izuru feelings again

Again sorry if it's ooc 🧍‍♂️

Summary: (y/n) who is a introvert with cheerful personally who is always at izuru sides

(y/p) = your pronouns

You're always at izuru sides, it didn't bother him, he accually like it surprisingly. You and Izuru were in a park doing nothing, you guys just sit there in a comfortable silent, with the sound of bird chirping, gentle wind flow through both of you, making Izuru hair follow the wind.

You hummed a song from a game that you played yesterday, for Izuru this atmosphere is perfect, with your humming making it even greater, and then some thoughts across your mind.

'i wonder how was izuru feels, i mean he say everything was boring, but.....' as you were going to the deepest thought, Izuru notice that your humming was slow down, he look at you, and waved his hand infront of your face, you were brought back to earth and apologies to him.

"sigh.. it's fine (y/n), it's unusual that you were in deep thoughts." Izuru look to the front, you just nervously chuckle "sorry about that hehe.. something caught my attention so" as you rubbing you nape and closed eyes smile.

"anyway! Let's go get ice cream, zuru'." You grab izuru wrists, go to an ice cream shop and buy one, when you guys walking to the shop, you were too excited, you didn't look right or left before you're crossing the street.

A car who was at the highest speed, basically it's almost hit you, but izuru grab you fast and let the car pass, you just dumbfounded of what happened, you look at Izuru "next time look right and left before you go across the street." You nervously nodding your head, and continue walking to the shop.

Time skip

You were getting distracted by your thoughts from that day, and also, you missed Izuru, it's been awhile since you last saw him, and now you're in deep thoughts not caring what's serounding.

You bummed into someone chest and falls "akh, im sorry for crash into you." You bow quickly and starts walking, you didn't care who is your bump into, you heard weird laugh from behind. You stop and look behind, you see a girl with pigtails and showing too much chest, one is a girl with short hair and freckles, and you see him.

The one you missed, the one who is gone for over a month. It's Izuru, he's back, you notice something wrong with him.

Your expression drop, slowly backing away, Izuru walked towards you, before you take off and run, Izuru grab your wrist and placing a piece of clothing to your mouth, it's making you dizzy, you found yourself in a familiar warmth, and then you're falls asleep in Izuru arms.

You wakes up, it was so cold in the room, you didn't remember what happened, trying hard to remember until you remember what happened. You sigh for the event that's going on with you, you keep asking to yourself 'why is Izuru like that?' 'what does he feels now?' 'last time i know how he feels, but now...' those thoughts remains inside your brains.

You didn't notices that the door was open, and you also didn't hear what someone said.

"hellooo??" You jumped from the sudden voice, "oh good! Now you're paying attention! Seems like you're in deep thoughts! Puhuhuhuu! I wonder what are you thinking about, hey? Tell me!" You look at the women who is speaking to you, the pigtails taking a seat besides you and leaning closer.

"h-hey, um, personal space.....?" At first she confused and then laughing like crazy, you back away, you heard a voice from infront of the door "leave (y/p) alone, junko." Junko walks to Izuru "aww come on! I only messing with (he/she)-" "it's (y/p)." "Alright! alright!, geez it's only pronouns why are you mad, okay finee, I'll leave you lovebirds alone!" Junko slowly closing the door, before she actually close the door she said "don't forget to use condom!" And close the door.

You were staring at Izuru, he look away from you, walked besides you and take a seat. The awkward silent slowly taking over, no one is talking "look, im sorry for leaving you.." Izuru sliced the awkward atmosphere, "it's okay, really, i just never expecting this." Izuru hummed.

"hey, izuru..." He didn't know why he's hearts sting's a little, "yes (y/n)?" He look at you with dull ruby orbs, "how do you feels." "Huh? What do.. you mean..?" Izuru confused by you "i mean, when were together, i.. i know how you feels..." You grab your uniform cardigan, your eyes became glossy.

"(y/n)...", bitting your bottom lips and start to sobbing, Izuru petting you head as a comfort and pull you closer, "im sorry..". after a few minutes, you start to calm down, you wipe the tears from your face, "im gonna calm down myself.... Can you-" "right, you want me to leave, okay. Take your time.." Izuru getting up from the seat and start walking to the door.

As soon the door was closed, you decided to take asleep 'its nice if i sleep for...eve...r...' your slowly closing your eyes and sleep.

It's been 3 day's since those three kidnapped you, you still couldn't figure it out about Izuru feelings, when they released you from that cold room, you talked to junko, you didn't stupid, it's obvious that she do something about Izuru.

"hey junko." "Hm?? Oh, heeyyy (yyy/nnn), what's up??? Oh! You want to know what happened to Kamukura-senpai?" Junko move closer to you "yes. What did you do to him." "Aww come on! I'm just messing with his brain!" You were completely shock, how can someone do such a thing?

"hmm... You may wonder how i do that! Its simple!" You look at junko intensely "despair that's all." Junko turn around and walk away.

You just standing in there feels completely hopeless.

That's night, you couldn't even sleep. Junko make an offer if she could mess with your brain, you didn't answer because izuru cover your mouth and drag you away.

You were ready to answer the offer, cause it's night you wete expecting Izuru was asleep, and he is. you making your way outside and go to the rooftop and see junko by herself, it's strange that mukuro isn't with her.

"finally got an answer?" She look at you, you sigh, "yes....." "Puhuhuhuu! Finally! It's been a week, i keep waiting for an answer!" You sit besides her and look down to the street, it was blury, "sooo, what's your answer??" Once again invading your personal space.

"sigh, I'll take the offer..." Junko wide her smile, "oki doki! Let me mess with your braiiinnn, aaahhh~! I can't wait you become one of us~" she hugging herself, "come on let's go! Before Kamukura wakes up." She drag you to strange room, there was a tv, a single tv and a chair.

"come sit on the chair! Im gonna turn on the video~ puhuhuhu! I can't waiiittt" as you listening her rambling about despair back and forward, and taking a sit, the sit was uncomfortable, it was a chain on it.

you wait until she finish preparing the video, "oh, i forgot to lock the door, be right back." She walk to the door and lock it, "alright! Are you readdyyy~?" She purred into your ears "i take that as a yes!"

"hmm, i think that you will go brutal, im gonna used the chain" junko chained your both arms and legs. She walk behind the tv and start playing the video, you look at the tv and start to feel dizzy.

You didn't know what's going on, and suddenly your sight become completely black. After a few hours, you start to waking up, you feels... Oddly fine? You didn't know what feelings is this.

You look at the person standing infront of you, it was Izuru, he didn't look happy. You realize that you can feels his emotions, previously you can't tell what's his emotions are, but now, you finally understand how he feels.

"your so dumb... Why would you do that." You didn't answer yet, at least for now. You getting up from the chair and walk out with him, both of you greeted by junko and mukuro, junko look really happy, mukuro is the same like always.

"welllccoommee (y/n)! To the despairrr~! Im glad that you were joining!!" You just nodded "hmm~ come on! We got a jobs to do~"

At the end, you finally understand what Izuru feels, it's good that you take the offer, but izuru didn't happy with it. As day passing by, Izuru finally accepting it, that spend the rest of his time with you.

"You hummed a song from a game that you played" the song that you hummed is "my actual code" by a game named "there is no game" go check it out on youtube!

anyway goodbye! And stay safe!

[wastelandcrown]

all’s fair in fake love and gore

CHAPTER 1: (un)predictability

Summary: Roman and Patton have been dating for a while, and it’s fine. Remus doesn’t care. Unfortunately, it’s another excuse for his family to put Roman on a pedestal. Except that, through a turn of events nobody expected, Remus ends up pretending to be madly in love with his close friend Logan for his family’s holiday trip. Both parties are convinced nothing will happen between them. Roman and Patton, however, are terrible meddlers who believe in the power of love.

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Lightly tense family dynamics, Remus being Remus, OCs for family members (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: Listen-I hate the holidays but I live for this trope. I’ll try my hardest to do it justice and make it work. Name was suggested to me by the lovely @grayskiesrainyskies, thank you ma’am!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Royality, Creativitwins

Two hours. It’s just two more hours. He’s reasoning with himself against all odds, but the urge to slam his head against the dining table is palpable and he’s barely holding it together. Remus had always hated family dinners, he hadn’t even bothered going up until recently. Adulthood was messy. Family was messier. More accurately, Remus was the mess of the family. Roman and him had long since mended their relationship, they even hung around in the same circle! That only made it worse when Roman and their mutual friend Patton started dating. It’s not that he wasn’t happy for them, he was. Their fluffy, happy, fairy-tale romance was something out of some god damned Disney movie, and Remus was so happy someone put up with Roman’s hopeless romanticism. Except now, because the family loves Patton.

He’s spent the entire night being as family friendly as he possibly could. It was a tiring effort to be dressed up like a “normal person”, without any makeup or accessories, and placating the old fleabags that he happened to be related to. Even then, he got the typical onslaught of negative attention. He didn’t even care. He didn’t, he really really didn’t. What made the dinner so wildly unbearable was Patton’s existence. He got along with everyone in the family, helped out with cooking, set the table, watched the kids, and was entirely sweet and rated-G. The family doted on him. Remus and Roman’s parents told Roman that Patton was “the one”. Both pairs of grandparents called him a “sweet young man” who was “the perfect homemaker for Roman”. Ugh. Perfect Roman, perfect Patton, and their perfect romance. 

Dinner came, and now the family can’t seem to stop asking them happy little questions. The kids table even came over with the occasional curiosity about Patton and Roman. Remus could tell Roman’s calm and polite demeanor was shattering around question thirty. Even Patton was tired at question fifty. Then Aunt Patty had to open her stupid mouth.

“Well Patton,” She says with a wide smile, “You really are such a great young man! It’s quite the blessing that you’re with Roman.”

There it is. That’s what Remus has been waiting for all night. 

“Aunt Patty, please,” Roman mutters, putting his head in his hands.

“Uhm, I’m not really sure what you mean!” Patton laughs nervously, genuinely confused about what she means. 

The table laughs, and Aunt Patty continues, “Oh, well, I just mean that you chose the right twin!”

Roman succumbs to the urge and lets his head slide onto the table, his hands are behind his head and squeezing at his neck. Patton stares at Aunt Patty like she’s gone mad. Remus slips his butter knife off the table and stabs the back of his hand with it. It hurts, but skin doesn’t break. Most of the table laughs. His parents, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his adult cousins. They all laugh at the prospect of someone so nice dating someone like Remus. He stabs his hand again, harder this time.

His mother pipes up next, and Patton looks as if he’s going to lose his mind, “It’s a blessing really! If Remus brought someone home they’d probably be crazier than he is!”

“We really are lucky he doesn’t keep partners around for long!” Says his grandfather, and the table laughs again. Remus stabs his hand again.

He can see the gears of Patton's brain working as Roman sits up, “Guys,”

There’s something dangerous behind Patton’s eyes, “Can we please,”

Patton smiles in a way that makes Remus panicky, “Just leave Remus alone?”

He’s got a devious plan, and Remus can tell by the way he places a soft hand on Roman’s shoulder.

He brightly says, “See, Remus, this is why I told you you should have brought him!”, while making the most innocently intense eye-contact Remus has ever had. 

Patton has been spending way too much time with Janus. 

Everyone goes silent. Even the kids, which is a miracle. Remus stabs himself in the hand for the fourth time, the skin breaks. His blood gets onto the sleeve of the white button-up Roman lent him. 

“Remus,” His father speaks very softly, “Do you have a partner?”

Patton smiles at him again, he thinks it over once or twice, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Why didn’t you bring them?” His mother asks with excitement clear in her voice.

Remus scowls, and everyone knows why, “You literally just fu-freaking laughed about his mere existence.”

One of his uncles clears his throat and breaks the silence, “H-How long have you been with them?” 

“Six months.” Remus lies, he hopes the three of them can act well enough to pull it off.

That amount of time is five months longer than any of his previous flings, and his parents erupt into dramatic cries, “You haven’t told us after half a year!”

“I told Roman and Patton!” He yells back, turning back to his food and shoving some in his mouth to angrily chew.

“Roman! Patton! Who is it? Do we know him? Is it serious?” His father has stood up and has leaned over the table to interrogate the pair. 

“Do-” Roman starts, and Remus knows he’s doomed, “Do you remember my friend, Logan?” 

Remus kicks Roman under the table. As hard as he possibly can. His father stops moving, his mother drops her fork. 

“You’re lying.”

“He’s not!” Patton chirps, “None of us expected it either but they’re very cute together!”

“Is Logan that stuck-up boy from their high school graduation who kept talking about following the proper protocol?” His grandma asks with a surprisingly shocked expression.

“That’s the one!” Roman points as he speaks, then the entire family has their eyes on Remus again. 

“What? Are you looking for some explanation or something? He’s smart and he’s hot and he respects my choices,” Remus scoffs out, getting out of his chair and taking his plate to the kitchen, “I’m not talking about this anymore.” 

Patton and Roman follow him into the kitchen with their plates. As he scrapes his plate into the trash, he gives Patton the most intense glare. 

“Remus, I’m so sorry-” Patton pauses, and snatches him by the hand, “Did you stab yourself!?”

The next two hours, nobody brings anything up. It’s a breath of fresh air to have them shocked into respecting his damn privacy. Family leave or head to bed. The only people left awake when the trio are leaving are the twins' parents.

“What do you want, dad?” Remus asks when his father approaches.

His father gives a smile that he assumes was supposed to be warm, and opens his mouth to speak.

“Dad, Remus and I should really be going,” Roman cuts in, probably to try and save Remus from a potentially foreboding conversation.

Roman is pushing Patton and Remus towards the door, their dad chuckles. They must look fairly comedic with Roman angrily pushing against their backs as they stand without budge.

“Remus, you know the family’s winter trip is coming up,” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” He rolls his eyes, and Patton smacks him upside the head.

“Your mother and I would like to extend the invitation to Logan, to get to know him.”

The room is so silent, you can almost hear Aunt Patty snoring in the guest room. Despite everything, Remus can’t bring himself to just say “no” to this offer. The family Cabin is huge, beautiful, quiet, and has a very nice library. Y’know, rich people shit. It really does seem like something Logan would love under different different circumstances. 

He agreed to ask, but he was sure Logan would say no.

“No.”

Called it. Remus knew that even if himself, Roman, and Patton groveled and begged, Logan was not going to budge.

“Logan! It’s only two weeks!” Roman pleads.

“You need a break anyway! What’s more relaxing than being my little boytoy!” Remus grumbles, he’s only partially joking. Logan does need a break, he can tell.

“Okay but have you seen their cabin?” Patton asks in the innocently excited way he tends to do.

That piqued Logan’s interest. He looks at Patton and inquisitively moves his eyebrow vaguely upwards. Roman opens up a folder on his phone of photos from the cabin. There are nearly two hundred, but each photo is whittling down Logan’s resolve. He thinks again about their neat little family library. The fairly large room goes almost entirely unused, only with two exceptions. Remus, and long past on Gran-Gran. Remus remembers sitting on his great-grandmother’s lap while she read to him countless stories. She didn’t mind his weirdness. Logan didn’t mind much either. He’d be alone with hundreds of books for three weeks, what more could he want? He’d just have to let Remus sit in. 

“You know,” Remus leans in, whispering into Logan’s ear very gently, “We’ve got a big library.”

That’s what breaks Logan, who lets out the longest sigh Remus has ever heard in his life.

He agrees to go on two conditions. He will have physical contact with Remus but he will not kiss him, and he gets the make up the story of how the pair met. Remus couldn’t be more ecstatic. His family could suck it! He had a sexy ass fake boyfriend, who's probably gonna make up some dumb and adorable story about meeting in at a Library Book Club Meeting. Logan’s hot, he’s hot. It will work out. No strings attached. None. 

Roman jokes to Remus everyday before the trip that we all know how the trip will end. Remus thinks he’s more unpredictable than that. He hopes he is. 

[dekuscrybaby]

starry nights

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

request: no, just felt soft for tsukki

word count: 2.5k+ words

warnings: fluff with barely any plot, a few curse words (?), unedited, maybe ooc tsukki, CHEESY AS HELL, the ending is booty bc i couldn’t find a way to end it

a/n: i wrote this as gender neutral as i could bc i’m a useless hetero so if something is not gn friendly pls let me know!

summary: who knew a stressful night could turn so soft with the help of a certain blonde?

after such a long day, there was nothing more you wanted than a nice relaxing evening before falling into a deep sleep.

the idea of finally getting home and showering after sweating at the boy’s volleyball practice, seeing as you were a manager, sounded amazing. what sounded even better was eating dinner and retiring to your room where you could listen to music in bed as you slowly feel yourself drift off into your dreams.

unfortunately, the only thing you received once you got home was a hard chair pressing uncomfortably into your bottom as you scribbled various formulas onto your notebook.

you were attempting to solve yet another dumb math problem that was assigned to you earlier that day, but you were finding that the results weren’t making any sense. they were far too large to be the correct answer. or were they too small?

you sighed frustratedly as your head began to pound and your butt was beginning to numb. you mentally reminded yourself to ask your parents for a comfier desk chair as soon as possible.

after another failed attempt at the stupid trigonometry problem in your textbook, you felt yourself begin to spiral. your muscles began to tense up and for some reason, your head felt like it was spinning, the pounding only getting stronger. the moment you found yourself struggling to breathe, you decided that it was time to take a break before things escalated any further.

you pushed yourself away from your desk to stretch for a little and to clear your head, hoping it’d be enough to finally let you solve the problem afterward. you might have also done it to get some blood flowing back in your ass, but that’s not the focus of this.

you paced around your room for a couple of minutes before you heard a slight buzzing sound in the room. halting your movement, you turned your head towards the sound and realized it was coming from your phone, which was lying in the middle of your bed.

walking over to your bed, you flopped yourself onto the soft mattress after taking your phone into your hands. upon realizing that your boyfriend was calling you, you clicked on the green accept call button and pressed the device to your ear.

“hey, what’s up?” you spoke as you made yourself comfortable on your bed, grabbing one of your stuffed animals and holding it close to your chest.

“why haven’t you replied to me?” tsukishima grumbles quietly.

“uhh, i did? i’m literally speaking with you, aren’t i?” you raised an eyebrow even if he couldn’t see it.

“i’m talking about my texts, dumbass. i sent you like ten in the last fifteen minutes,” he sighed.

you pulled your phone away and glanced at your notifications, which only proved your boyfriend’s statement to be true. 

frowning slightly you turned your attention back to the call, “sorry, tsukki. i didn’t see your messages until right now.”

back in his own room, tsukishima could be found rolling his eyes at your lack of attention towards him. a quick glance at his alarm clock at his bedside had other worries streaming into his head.

“what are you doing that’s so important at this hour anyway?” the blonde questioned as he sat up on his own bed.

“homework, what else would i be doing?” you replied.

“i don’t know, maybe getting ready for bed? it’s almost ten pm, y/n. you need eight hours of sleep,” he scolded you.

“i know, i know. you remind me of that at least twice a week,” you grumbled halfheartedly.

tsukishima chuckled softly, knowing you were probably pouting at this point, “clearly i need to remind you more often since it’s not getting through your puny brain.”

the pout you wore grew even wider, just as tsukishima imagined it to, “hey, it’s not that puny!”

you could hear your boyfriend laugh a bit louder as you also say up on your bed, cradling the plush closer to your chest, “i don’t know, you come in pretty close to hinata and kageyama.”

“that’s far from the truth and you know it! we’re literally in the same class,” you huffed.

“that doesn’t mean much, sweetheart,” he teased you.

“fuck you,” you laughed softly.

“you wish,” he retorted playfully. “anyway, meet me at the park we pass by when i walk you home as soon as we get off the phone.”

“come again?” you questioned. not really believing what you were hearing, you got out of bed for some reason believing that being up would tell you your hearing was off.

“meet me at the park by your house,” he repeated. 

“you want me to do what?” you asked once again, your mind not wrapping around the command just yet.

“last time i checked, you weren’t deaf. just trust me and meet me there.”

“tsukki, like you said earlier, it’s almost ten at night.” where was your boyfriend heading with this? he isn’t even the spontaneous type! so where was this going?

well, obviously the park but why?

“i’m aware, i can tell time, y/n.” tsukki rolled his eyes slightly.

“it’s also wednesday night, a weeknight,” you continued as you began to walk to your closet.

“i’m also cognizant of that as well. i own a calendar,” he replied.

“we have school tomorrow, kei. you remember that? school? the building we go to and learn in?” you mumbled, still not believing that your boyfriend wanted to meet up at such a late hour.

think about it, tsukishima is an incredibly intelligent boy. he’s probably one of the smartest kids you know. probably even one of the best students in general and he’s asking you to hang out on a school night? after he nags at you about studying for your classes and sleeping at reasonable hours? 

even if he, himself, doesn’t sleep at reasonable hours, but he insists you do it at least.

something’s up.

“how many times do i have to tell you that i know what these things are?” he scoffed quietly.

“as many times as it takes for you to come to your senses,” you retaliated as you quickly grabbed one of the hoodies in your wardrobe, coincidentally it was one you stole from the blonde.

“you say that as if you’re not already getting ready to meet me there,” he teased you as he began to laugh quietly at how predictable you were to him.

“how are you so sure about that, four-eyes?” you replied as you slipped your head into the hoodie that was a few sizes too big.

“i’m sure for two reasons actually,” he began, the tone in his voice sounding extremely confident as he seemed to know you inside and out. 

“one, i know that regardless of what situation you’re in, you don’t pass up on an opportunity to see me because you’re literally a lovesick puppy. two, i can hear rustling through the phone, and taking that first reason in mind, i’m going to safely assume that you’re grabbing a hoodie and some shoes so you can come out and meet me.”

“you know, i really do hate you sometimes. you’re a pain in the ass,” you spoke, voice slightly muffled by the hoodie covering your mouth slightly.

“yeah, yeah, but you know you love it. i’ll see you there,” he chuckled before hanging up on you, leaving you alone in your quiet bedroom, the scent of his cologne still lingering on the fabric that wrapped your body in a warm embrace.

once you broke out of your haze, you quietly maneuvered out of your bedroom, making way towards the front door. you slipped on your shoes once you got to the doorway and pulled the door open as quietly as possible, to avoid any unwanted confrontation with your parents, before slipping into the cool and quiet night. 

hands intertwined in the hoodie’s pocket, you briskly walked towards the small park a few blocks away from your own house, impatient to see your boyfriend.

sure, you had seen him a few hours prior to this but you could never get enough time with the blonde. time spent with him always flew by and you found yourself craving his attention more and more as your time with him increased as well.

you knew the feeling was mutual, hence why you two were sneaking out to see each other. but still, seeing such a stoic, and a rather asshole-ish, person like tsukishima act so soft and vulnerable in your presence made you want to risk it all for him. a little scolding or tighter limitations on your freedoms for a few days were worth the time you’d spend with your lover.

glancing up at the sky as the park’s playground began approaching your field of vision, you noticed how clear tonight’s sky appeared to be. no cloud in sight, just miles, and miles of countless stars littering the dark night sky. 

the perfect conditions from some stargazing, you smiled softly at the realization.

refocusing your eyes in front of you, you noticed a rather lanky figure sit on one of the swings, awkwardly shifting himself forward and backward. 

“hey, stranger,” you piped up as you took a seat beside his own swing.

“funny seeing you here, hmm?” he turned to look at you, a teasing expression lying lazily upon his face as he briefly eyed your appearance. more than likely, noticing his hoodie engulfing your figure. 

“yeah, extremely funny. so funny that you had to beg me to come out here.”

“yeah, i really begged for it. i felt as if i would die if i didn’t see you, almost got down on my knees.” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“well, you did have to ask me a handful of times before i agreed to come down. so, yeah, i’d like to think you begged for it,” you mimicked his actions. “just admit that you missed me, to make up for the fact that i snuck out of my house for you. after curfew, may i add on.”

“you act as if i didn’t sneak out of my own house, after curfew as well,” he retorted.

“would admitting that you missed me kill you?” you pouted, crossing your arms together.

“fine, fine. i missed you, okay? happy?” he said as he leaned towards your side, long fingers caressing your side which only made you squirm as it tickled.

you laughed softly before nodding and stretching an arm out in his direction, allowing him to link your pinkies together, a form of affection worth more than a kiss in your relationship. 

“so what made you bring me out on a night like this? i was working on some real important trigonometry homework when you interrupted me, and let me mention once again that it’s a school night.”

tsukishima went back to swinging himself on the swing, his pinky being interlaced with yours caused you to begin to sway yourself on the swing as well.

“after i noticed that you didn’t reply to my messages, i figured that you’d gotten too wound up in your homework. i knew you could need a small break from it all and hearing how tense you sounded over the call, only confirmed it for me,” a small blush rose into his pale cheeks.

“you knew that i was starting to get stressed? tsukki,” your voice began to soften more. “you seriously knew that just by one phone call and a lack of replies?”

he scoffed quietly, attempting to look like he didn’t care but the rising heat appearing on his cheeks and ears told you otherwise, “don’t go making it sound like that, it was just obvious.”

you began to grin at the obvious timidness your boy was exuding, “so let me guess, you noticed i was feeling upset so you decided to help me clear my mind by spending some time with me.” 

“tch, you wish.”

you moved your hand to properly interlace your entire hand with his own, squeezing it gently.

“that’s really sweet of you, kei. i appreciate it so much, it’s exactly what i needed,” you beamed under the moonlight, something tsukishima couldn’t help but find beautiful, his expression softening once again.

“this one trig problem was really getting to me. i was so relieved to hear my phone ring as it gave me an excuse to take a longer break, and it was an even greater relief when it was you who was calling.” as you were speaking, a slight breeze swept up and began to lightly run through your locks, which only caused tsukishima to continue admiring you.

“you know, you’re actually really cute, especially under this moonlight,” he said as he pulled your intertwined hands up to his lips, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“are you insinuating that you used to think i wasn’t cute?” you rose one of your eyebrows mischievously, wanting to fluster the unusually soft boy.

he sighed dramatically, letting go of your hand, “and you ruined it. i was trying to express my undying love for you and you just had to ruin the mood.”

“well don’t let that stop you, i’m still listening!” you attempted to salvage the soft moment as kei began to laugh before he rose from his swing, extending a hand to you.

“maybe i’ll give it another shot after we get a nicer view of the stars.” you could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his eyes when he said this, but nonetheless you stood up to take his hand.

hand-in-hand you both walked to the playground, getting on it and finding yourselves seated at the very top, the starry much clearer at the slightly elevated altitude.

not wanting to ruin the quiet atmosphere, you turned your head upwards, a small smile on your face as you raked your eyes through the endless clusters of stars.

as you continued to observe the space above you, tsukki turned his attention to focus on your delicate features making his smile reappear. there was just something about tonight that made you look so ethereal, he just couldn’t help but fall for you even harder.

“you okay?” you asked when you finally felt his stare on you.

“yeah, i just can’t take my eyes off you,” he breathed out, which led you to smile at him, your heartwarming at the sight of how in love he looked.

“you’re so cute, kei.” you leaned your body on his, your head finding a home on the space between his shoulder and neck.

tsukishima didn’t waste any time wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. in return you pressed a kiss to his lower jaw, your smile pressing against his skin.

with that, no more words were expressed. everything that needed to be said was done in your respective kisses but also the lovesick grins that you both wore for the remainder of that night.

your starry night with your own little moon pressed right against your body.