#been in drafts for agesss

[namsoek]

ultimate boyfriend

[goldsnows]

quinn lefford + jon snow // miscellaneous.

[atisecnom]

EXTREME MAKE OUT TIME! ♡♡

Characters: The Hanks (Date Everything), afab!reader

Warnings: readers lowkey giving virgin loser energy, mentions ready has a viamgina and boobs, making out (durr), men kissing 🤯

Summary: It's your first time participating in your boyfriends' "extreme group makeout" activity.

A/N: inspired by the line they say in the game "take off that mouthguard- it's extreme make-out time!" 😋 this been in the drafts for agesss

This is not proofread

You're laying on your bed, doom scrolling on your phone. It's been what feels like ages since your boyfriends left the house to go their next little adventure. It took a lot of convincing, but you were allowed to stay home while they went out. Usually, they string you along everywhere but you had a stomach ache in the morning and was NOT in the correct shape to do parcore and other Hank activities.

The Hanks are always out for long periods of time, but you miss them. The house is deathly quiet whenever they aren't here. You contemplated calling them on the phones you bought for them (rip to your bank account), but you knew they probably wouldn't be able to answer.

Finally, you hear the front door open from your bedroom and the voices of your boyfriends' happy yelling fill the house. They're home.

The five burst into your bedroom, laughing and jumping around, still full of adrenaline. "You know what time it is?!" Hank 1 yells. "Extreme make-out time, baby!" Hank 3 replies. Extreme huh?

Your relationship is still new, not FRESH new, but still new. You haven't heard of "extreme make-out time" yet. What other things do they do that you don't know about yet?? Guess you'll have to figure them all out as time goes by.

You put your phone down and scoot up on the bed as the five men sit on the bed. "Wait. What do you mean "extreme make-out time"?" You question. "It's simple," Hank 2 starts. "Very, bro," Hank 4 continues, "We all make-out until we can't breathe no more, baby!" "And now that you're here... you can join our... activity," Hank 3 grins at you, his hand trailing up your thigh.

"How do I..." you trail off, turning a little red. "Just gotta go with the flow, bro," Hank 1 says, his hand on your back comfortably. "Yeahhh, baby. You're good with your mouth on other thingssssss. You'll be a natural," Hank 3 says, his face turning a little red. And with all 10 eyes in the room looking at you, you give them a nod, agreeing to their activity.

"Whos kissing them first?" Hank 2 asks the group. "...rock, paper, scissors!" Hank 5 says, setting his hands up for the game. All other 4 Hanks put their hands up and they all start playing. In the end, Hanks 3 and 4 are left to battle themselves. "Can't we stop here with two, bros? I mean technically... babes got two sets of lips on them..." Hank 3 says. You let out a quiet 'huh' as the rest of the Hanks groan and cringe at what Hank 3 said. They always groan and cringe when he starts talking like that or flirting.

"Mannnnn that's for later! We're focusing on the lips on the face, bro. Save the pussy eating for later, I want kisses," Hank 4 says. They have one more Rock, Paper, Scissors game and Hank 4 wins. He scoots over to you, sitting next to you on the bed. He instantly grabs your face and kisses you roughly.

You struggle to kiss back with the same sudden passion. Your eyes turn to the rest of the Hanks, who were busy with eachother already; Hank 1 towering over Hank 2 as he lays on the bed, making out, and Hanks 3 and 5 sitting on the bed side by side, making out as well.

After a bit, you get the hang of Hank 4s kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, moaning softly against his lips. Once he senses you're comfortable, he touches and feels on your waist. He shifts so you're fully laying on the bed with him on top of you, your fingers in his hair. The room was filled with kissing noises and saliva mixing. Turned you on a little bit.

A couple minutes of pass, and you and Hank 4 pull apart for air. Instead of coming back to your lips, he scoots away and Hank 3 towers over you, that shit-eating grin on his now red face. "Hey baby," he purrs out and leans in, kissing you and getting quickly passionate. Hank 3 caresses your thighs and ass as you two make out. Hank 4 is now making out with Hank 1; Hank 5 with Hank 2.

You moan against Hank 3s lips and tongue, your hands gripping his shoulder and the back of his neck. Hank 3s kiss is more lustful and rough compared to Hank 4s. Hank 3s hand trails up your body slowly, and lands right under boobs. He pulls away a little, panting and staring down at you. You nod and he pulls you back in. His hand goes to your boob, softly kneading it as you make out. You moan and Hank 3 pulls away, grinning, and attaches his lips to your neck, biting and sucking it. You look over at the other Hanks making out, whining as Hank 3 abuses your neck.

Hank 4s hand cups Hank 1s cheek as they make out, sitting on opposite ends of the bed and leaning to them. Hank 1 ruins his han through Hank 4s hair as they both let out soft noises of pleasure.

Hank 5s arms wrap around Hank 2s neck as they make out too. They sat next to eachother, one of Hank 2s hands are on Hank 5s thigh. Apart from you, Hank 5 is the loudest in the room. You're still the loudest, tho.

You look back down to Hank 3 and pull him up, kissing his lips again. A couple seconds after your lips reconnect, he's pulled away by Hank 1. "Save some candy for me, bro!" He yells and pulls you in, kissing you. You hold onto his arms as Hank 3 moves to kiss Hank 4, Hanks 5 and 2 still going at eachother.

Hank 1s kiss is more passionate and gentle compared to Hanks 4 and 3. He takes his time with each kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, making your back arch off the bed. Your hands squeeze his biceps. Your hands trailing up his arms slowly and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Slowly, his kisses get a little rougher, almost matching Hank 4s roughness.

Speaking of Hank 4, he and Hank 3 are going at it. They're the roughest kissers out of all 6 of you. They're the loudest in the room now, but not by moan, but by smacking sounds. Hank 3 towers above Hank 4, who's laying down, perpendicular to you. Hank 3 holds onto Hank 4s hips, squeezing tightly. Hank 4 holds onto Hank 3s face with his hand. Hanks 3s hand trails down, tracing Hank 4s V line.

Hank 2 and 5 are still kissing, their make-out descalating a bit. It's softer now, but that just makes Hank 5s soft moans louder.

After a couple minutes of making out, Hank 1 pulls away, his arms slowly and teasingly unwrapping themselves around your waist, caressing it as you pull away. Hank 2 scoots over to you. He uses his thumb accross your bottom lip, cleaning up some saliva on your lip. Who's saliva? At the point, who knows. Hank 2 kisses you softly. It takes a while for the kiss to turn into a full on makeout tho.

Your hands run through his hair, Hank 2s hands are cupping your face. They slowly trail down to your shoulder. The kiss quickly escalates. Your arms go around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

Hanks 3 and 4 are still making out as Hanks 1 and 5 start kissing. Hank 1 pulls Hank 5 onto his lap and his arms circle his waist. Hank 5s arms wrap around Hank 1.

Hank 2 pulls you on top of him. His back hits the mattress and you sit on his waist. His hand trails down your back, over your ass and down to your thighs. Your arms around around his neck, propping his head up. A couple minutes of kissing, you pull away, panting. You mutter a soft "wait..." and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Your panting, out of breath.

The rest of the Hanks turn to look at you and Hank 2. "Damn," Hank 3 says, very obviously staring at your ass. You let out a tired laugh. "Give me a second," you mutter against Hank 2s neck. "You okay, baby?" Hank 2 asks. He pulls your face up to look at him in the eyes, showing his very concerned eyes. You nod and clarify that you're okay. You pull him in and continue the kiss. Hank 3 let's out a laugh and reaches over and slaps your ass. You yelp when his hand harshly lands on your ass and Hank 3 laughs and goes back to his makeout with Hank 4.

A looooong while later, minutes of making out later, Hank 2 sits up, his hands gripping onto your waist. You peck his lips one last time and scoot away from him. The rest of the Hanks pull apart from eachother. Hank 2 and 3 start kissing, Hank 3 get on top of him, kissing him passionately. Hanks 4 and 1 start making out too, Hank 1s hand cupping Hank 4s cheek.

Hank 5 kisses you passionately, gently. The most gentle kiss out of all 5 of the men that just tasted the inside of you. You sit on his lap and tangle your fingers in his hair.

Minutes go by, and you're still kissing Hank 5. You pull away and kiss down his chin, then his neck softly. Hank 5 let's put a quiet moan, his hand tangling in your hair. You kiss back up his neck and to his lips. You push him down so you're on top of him and his laying on the bed. Hank 5s hands go under your shirt and caress your bare back with his hands. His hands trail up to your upper back.

You two pull apart, panting. You smile down at him and hug him, his face nuzzling into your neck. One after the other, they all stop kissing. Hank 3 falls into the bed, on his back. "Phew. That was great, guys. Same time next week?" All the Hanks agree. "Next week?" You question, " you guys do this every week?"

"Yeah, bro," Hank 2 says, the other Hanks following in agreement. "Where have I been?" You ask. "Either asleep, or like gone or something," Hank 5 says. "And we learned the hard way to not wake you up, hotstuff. You're scary when anybody interrupts you," Hank 3 says. "True," you mutter. Hank 1 laughs and pats your back, laying on the bed.

Same time next week.

Now you have something to look forward to.

I gave up half way through I'm so sorry 😭

Sorry this was SO late

[calypso-rt]

HELLO SO some stuff is happening to me rn with my frat boy friend and it gave me an idea for a fic 🙈 Could you do a Frat boy! Rafe x Reader that are just friends and he needs a date for his date function, so he asks her? the theme/idea for the date function is that they get handcuffed to each other for the night and they have to drink a bottle of champagne. Definitely flirty friendship (w lotsa tension) but up to u whether anything actually happens or not!

Love love love your works! 🫶

Cuffing Season

-> Frat!Rafe x Reader

-> A/N: this has been sitting in the drafts for AGESSS but it's out. thank you @rafeycameronsgf for such a fun idea

You’re halfway through a paper on political theory when your phone buzzes.

Rafe 😕:

yo u home? emergency. need you.

You sigh. Glance at the clock. 6:47 p.m.

Another buzz.

i’m outside

You blink.

Sure enough, two minutes later: knock knock knock on your door.

You open it, and there he is. Backward hat. Faded hoodie. Grinning like the devil.

“Hey, genius,” he says easily. “You busy tonight?”

You fold your arms. “You’re aware it’s Thursday and I have three papers due.”

He smirks. “Perfect. Then you’ll need a break.”

“Rafe.”

“Listen.” He leans against your doorframe. “I need a date.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“For the function. The handcuff one.”

You stare. “The what?”

He grins. “It’s stupid. Whole theme is we all get cuffed to our date and have to do challenges together. Drinking games. Obstacle courses. Whatever. My original date bailed. But 's for the best since you’re the only person I trust to win me that title, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

He flashes that dangerous smile, the one you’ve seen melt half the campus. "Because you secretly love chaos. And you haven’t been out in weeks."

He’s not wrong. You’ve been buried in your books. And you do like chaos... on your own terms.

Rafe leans in slightly, voice low. "Come on. You know you’ll run circles around these people. I’ll even buy you all your drinks."

You narrow your eyes. "You’re really desperate, huh?"

He smirks. "I’m asking you, aren’t I?"

And despite yourself, despite the very obvious implications of being handcuffed to Rafe Cameron for an entire night, something in your stomach flips.

You sigh. "Fine. But if you annoy me, I’m taking the key and leaving you cuffed to Topper"

His grin turns downright wicked. "Deal."

...

You almost forget why you agreed to this. Until you’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide just how good to look.

You’re not a regular at the frat scene. You watch it happen from the edges. You’ve seen Rafe in his element: confident, loud, magnetic, and you’ve always been the one with a knowing smirk in the back of the room, drink in hand, unbothered.

But tonight… cuffed to him?

You smirk to yourself and pick the dress, the one you reserve for nights you want to be remembered.

By the time you’re done, your hair falls in soft waves, your lipstick is a shade deeper than your usual, and your phone buzzes again:

Rafe 😕:

outside. don’t make me come drag you out 👀

You grab your jacket and head downstairs.

When you step out, you spot him leaning against his car, blue jeans, black tee, hands in his pockets.

And when he sees you?

His entire posture changes.

His smirk falters for half a second, like he wasn’t prepared. Then it comes back twice as cocky, but his eyes drag over you like they’re memorizing the view.

“Holy shit,” he says low. “You’re gonna be the reason half this party cries tonight.”

You cock your head. “That good, huh?”

He pushes off the car, crossing the distance in two easy steps. His voice drops. “Better. You’re dangerous like this.”

Your breath catches, just for a second, but you recover fast. “You’re the one who asked for this.”

“Trust me,” he says, leaning in, voice like velvet, “I’ve been wanting an excuse.”

Before you can question that statement, he holds out his hand, handing you some handcuffs. “Cuff me, genius.”

You roll your eyes but your fingers tremble slightly as you fasten the cuff to his wrist, then your own. The click feels louder than it should. When you glance up, his gaze is already on your mouth.

“Ready?” he murmurs.

You lift your chin. “Try to keep up.”

The frat house is already buzzing when you pull up. Bass thumping, bodies moving, lights spinning.

Rafe slides out of the car and pulls you with him, the chain between your wrists forcing you closer than you mean to be.

“You good?” he asks quietly, thumb brushing your knuckles, an excuse, probably, to touch you.

You nod. “I can handle a party.”

“Yeah?” His grin turns wicked. “Can you handle being cuffed to me all night?”

You smirk. “Don’t tempt me.”

Inside, people immediately turn. Rafe Cameron, cuffed to you? It draws attention. Whispers. Stares. He eats it up, throwing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you through the crowd with easy arrogance, but you can feel it: the tension in the way he holds you a little too close, the way his fingers flex against your side.

“Didn’t know you had this in you,” he says against your ear when you pass a particularly wide-eyed group of sorority girls.

You glance up at him, eyes glittering. “You clearly haven’t been paying enough attention.”

He stops walking, just for a beat, turns so you’re facing him, closer than close.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says softly, voice a little rougher now. “You have no idea how much attention I pay.”

Your pulse kicks.

Before you can answer, someone calls your names for the first challenge.

Rafe smirks. “Guess we’ll see if you can really handle me tonight.”

And with that, he tugs you toward the center of the room, handcuffed, heart racing, wondering how in the hell you’re going to survive this night without letting him see how much you already want more.

...

“Cameron! Y/N! You’re up!”

You glance at Rafe, raising a brow. “Remind me again why I said yes to this?”

He grins. “Because you like winning.”

Fair enough.

They call you both to the center of the room where a long folding table is set up, shot glasses in a neat row, alternating liquids. Some tequila, some water, some vinegar (to mess with you), some mystery shots that smell dangerous.

The challenge: One hand each. One person drinks, the other handles the refills. Fastest pair wins.

Rafe looks down at your cuffed hands, then back up at you, eyes glinting. “Guess that’s me and you, superstar.”

You smirk. “Just don’t slow me down.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He leans in close, voice a dark drawl. “Try to keep up.”

The countdown starts. 3… 2… 1… GO!

From the first second, you two are locked in. Seamless.

Rafe flips the first shot toward you with perfect timing. You down it, slam the glass. He grabs the next one, fluid and fast. When it’s his turn to drink, your grip is already on the next glass, waiting.

People start cheering when they see how fast you move.

“Holy shit, look at them!” someone shouts.

But you barely hear them, your whole world is narrowed to the heat of Rafe’s body next to yours, his breath in your ear every time he leans in, the sharp glint of focus in his eyes when he watches you.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs after you knock back a brutal shot without flinching. His hand squeezes yours under the table, fleeting, electric.

You smirk. “Thought you said I couldn’t handle you.”

He laughs, a low, wicked sound. “You might be the only one who can.”

Another round, faster now, you and Rafe moving in perfect sync, like this is a game you’ve been playing forever. The cuffs force you close, shoulders pressed, legs bumping, heat building in every unspoken glance.

By the time you slam the last glass down, the whole room is roaring.

“WINNERS!” someone shouts.

Rafe grins wide, breathless, and turns to you, eyes bright, chest heaving from adrenaline and tequila.

Without thinking, he grabs your cuffed hand and lifts it over your heads, triumphant. “Dream team, baby.”

You’re grinning too, heart racing, not from the win, but from the way he’s looking at you now. Not like a friend. Not like a teammate.

Like a guy who’s been trying to hold it together all night, and who’s about five seconds away from forgetting you’re supposed to be "just friends."

...

The night blurs in a whirl of heat and music and too many shots. You lose count after the third round of challenges, the cuffs feel like part of you now, the weight of Rafe’s hand in yours a constant, grounding thing.

At some point, the crowd thins. People disappear to rooms, to Ubers, to dark corners.

You and Rafe end up collapsed on the beat-up couch in the sunroom, fairy lights flickering, music muffled now, the air cooler against flushed skin.

You’re both giggling at something stupid, an earlier challenge, the fact that you managed to win two rounds in a row even though you’re swaying slightly now. Rafe leans back, head tipped against the wall, eyes half-lidded and fond.

“You’re trouble, y’know that?” he says, voice low and lazy.

You nudge him with your knee. “Me? You’re the one who handcuffed me to you for four hours.”

He grins, tipsy and lopsided. “Best decision I’ve made in a while.”

You should laugh it off. Should tease him back. But something in the way he says it, too soft, too sincere, catches you.

You glance at him, heart thudding a little too fast. “Rafe..?"

He turns his head, meeting your gaze fully now, no smirk, no cocky edge. Just warmth. “Yeah?”

You swallow. The words come out before you can stop them. “I think I… might kinda like you.”

Silence.

Then he exhales a soft, shaky laugh. Runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Y/N.”

Your stomach drops. “I shouldn’t have said—”

“No, no.” He grabs your cuffed hand gently, thumb brushing over your skin. His voice is rough with something like relief. “I’ve liked you since forever.”

You blink. “What.”

“I mean it.” He shifts closer, forehead nearly touching yours now. You can feel his breath, warm and smelling faintly of mint and tequila. “But I wasn’t gonna screw it up. Not with you.”

Your pulse is a wild thing in your chest.

“I don’t want this to be because we’re drunk,” he says softly. “Or because we’re cuffed and everyone else is gone.”

You nod, throat tight. “Me neither.”

He studies you for a long moment, eyes searching, reverent. Then slowly, carefully, he leans in and presses the gentlest kiss to your cheek.

Soft. Steady. Like a promise.

When he pulls back, his voice is barely a whisper. “When we’re sober. I want our first kiss.”

You can’t speak, just squeeze his hand in silent agreement. And there you stay, tangled together on the couch, cuffed and incredibly drunk, hearts racing, two idiots too fond of each other to move.

But finally, finally, knowing you’ll get the moment right when the time comes.

[obito-in-disguise]

| Boyfriend Giyuu headcanons |

Boyfriend Giyuu who hasn’t fully settled into the idea of being in a relationship. Letting someone get so close feels foreign to him, terrifying even, because in his mind, anyone he loves he loses.

Boyfriend Giyuu who, on that note, is fiercely protective. If you’re a Demon Slayer or a Hashira, he refuses to let you go on missions alone. He’s always nearby, shadowing your steps, ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble. If you’re a civilian, it’s even worse. He declines long missions after you start dating, assigning someone he trusts (poor Tanjiro) to watch over you when he can’t. Heaven help them if they slip up and something happens to you on their watch, Giyuu will put them through weeks of grueling training as punishment.

Boyfriend Giyuu who does all this because he physically cannot bear the thought of losing someone he loves again. If he’s let you into his life, you’ve become his priority, and he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure you’re safe.

Boyfriend Giyuu who pretends not to care about your affection but gets so grumpy the moment you forget his daily good morning or welcome-back kiss. “So… you’ve decided you don’t love me anymore.” His tone is deadpan, but the slight pout at the corner of his lips gives him away “What?!”

Boyfriend Giyuu who bats your hand away any time you try to initiate PDA. But later that evening, he’s wrapped around you like a koala, his face buried in your tummy, arms locked tightly around you. His silent glare dares you to complain about his hypocrisy.

Boyfriend Giyuu who secretly loves when you leave little trinkets or items at his place. His once barren apartment slowly starts looking homier, softer, little touches of you filling the empty space. (Seriously, did you see how empty his house was in that one episode? get some furniture damn #psycho. At least we know where Kim K got her inspiration from)

Boyfriend Giyuu who completely suffocates you in his sleep. He wraps his limbs around you so tightly, practically lying on top of you, like a human blanket. You like to tease him that his subconscious is just making up for all the affection he represses during the day.

Boyfriend Giyuu who is surprisingly tender despite his cold, aloof exterior. Gentle touches, small but thoughtful gifts, and quiet acts of service speak volumes about how much he loves you, even when he doesn’t say it out loud.

Boyfriend Giyuu who loves you more than words can express. And even if he doesn’t always know how to show it, he hopes you feel it in the way he holds you, protects you, and stays by your side.

This Giyuu fic has been sitting in my drafts for agesss. I'm slowly slipping out of my current Naruto obsession and back into my kny one. Please expect more Kny headcannons from now on, thnx.

Feel free to check out my other Demon Slayer fics and more stories!

[odxrilove]

☆ RIKI BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairing: riki x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, cursing, mention of itzy yuna, jjk + nana mentions, 1 kms joke

a/n: small gift for mj aka my poyfie aka @tyunni ^.^ this has been in my drafts for AGESSS hehe tysm for always listening to me n supporting me for so long, i love you (ღ′◡‵)

back to masterlist!

taglist: @0x1lovebot @fairybinie @blaqpinksthetic @odetoyeonjun @pockyandme @soobin-chois @lolalee24 @soobisms @junityy @kaimal @laylasbunbunny @jaeyunverse @enhacolor @honglynights @starry-mins @bibinnieposts @yoonzin0 @4xiaojun @pointlessapple @hykai @angelyeo-hyj @enluv @05riki

please do not copy, repost or steal any of my work. all content belongs to @odxrilove

[81folklore]

so high school - BEARMAN

pairings: ollie bearman x black!fem!reader (fc: @/inamouala + pinterest)

summary: a glimpse into the life of ollie bearmans girlfriend

type: social media au (smau)

note: this idea has been in my drafts since silverstone and ive only just gotten round to writing it🫣

note 2: lowkey rushed the end bcs i just wanted something posted so sorry but i hope to post more soon!!!

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youruser

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lifes pretty nice when it looks like this 🫐🤍🌴

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yourfriend3 miss you gorgeous😣😣

youruser miss youuu🩷

olliebearman a literal dream🥹 liked by youruser

olliebearman my princess💐

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yourfriend6 ahhh miss you so much!!! hope ur having lots of fun💕

youruser i feel like i havent seen you in agesss🥹 message me when ur nearby and we can do something together😚

user72 you guys are so cute☹️

user34 this is ollies gf?? how have i never seen her before shes stunning oml

user68 yesss!! they are pretty lowkey and dont post eachother a lot which is probably why youve never seen her!

user34 oh ok! do we know how they met?

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just a bit of everything 📸🥀

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olliebearman pretty pretty girl🥹 liked by youruser

olliebearman love youu💐

youruser i love uuuu🌟😚

yourfriend2 tell ollie to stop hogging you please🙏

olliebearman no can do im afraid!!

yourfriend2 😔😔 (can i come next week)

olliebearman 😁😁 (yes, yn misses you)

user55 the hand placement🫠

user63 ur so gorgeous oh my god🤩

user84 can ollie fight?? (please say no🤞🤞)

youruser 📍silverstone

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life in the very fast lane for me and b-man🧸

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yourfriend3 unreal😮‍💨

yourfriend7 💋💋💋

olliebearman my angel💐 liked by youruser

youruser my pretty photographer 😚😚

user88 wait ollie ate with those photos

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olliebearman 🎵 so high school - taylor swift

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summers with my best friend💐🌴🌟

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user6 OH MY GODDDXD😭😭

youruser god has his favorites and im one of them!!!

olliebearman me too!! me too!!

user52 i am NOT one of them :((

youruser such a special boy🤩🎀

olliebearman my favourite forever and ever

user83 these two make me feel so painfully alone😕

user95 shes his best friend🥹🥹😕

user7 i cant cope with these two

user39 ahhhhh i love yn so much

olliebearman me too🤭🤭

user74 ollie using so high school🥹

user1 officially their song

user74 true!! i dont make the rules i just enforce them!!

[sat0sugu-angst]

Well, We've Got the Rest of the Night

A continuation of "I Only Need 10 Minutes" where you come home drunk an horny

wc: 2.8k

cw: super sappy bc im a sap, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), unprotected p in v, squirting, little bit of aftercare, subby reader, lemme know if i missed something

a/n: i'm back from the dead! this has been sitting in the drafts for agesss i've just been drabbling here and there and got it to a point where i thought yall might enjoy it too

rbs/comments let me know you liked my work! don't be shy 💓

MDNI

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You wave to your girlfriends from the front door as the Uber drives off. After fumbling with the keys a little, you eventually get the door open and stumble inside.

"Babe?!" You call out from the entryway. Even though you can't see him from the door, the light from the living room gives him away.

"Yeah, kitchen." He calls back. You work your way out of your shoes as you head deeper into the apartment, nearly falling, but you catch yourself on the corner of the counter.

Katsuki is sitting at the kitchen table, paperwork laid out before him, and his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. When he sees you, the tension in his face melts, and though he's not quite smiling at you, you can't help but grin. The way he looks at you, with a softened brow and an ease only you could give him, made you feel like you could fly. You come up behind him, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

At first, you just hug him, making a contented noise in the back of your throat in greeting. "You have fun tonight?" His voice was level, but you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips.

You smile a little while you nod into his neck, but then you're kissing the skin there. Your fingers glide slowly up and down his chest, lips brushing over his throat as you say, "I've been thinking about your mouth all night."

"Mm," his voice rumbles under your fingers. "Barely touched you'n you can't think about anything else, huh?" His hand rests lightly on your arm, and you feel his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. He was surprisingly affectionate, you realized early in the relationship. He never shied away from your touch, however casual or intimate, and returned your affection in kind. Katsuki may not always be able to proclaim his love in words, but the way he held you left no doubts about how he felt about you.

You shake your head in answer to his question, pulling back slowly so that your fingers brushed up his arms and shoulders. You use those same shoulders, and the chair next to him, to push yourself up onto the table, too drunk to care about sitting on his paperwork.

He was smiling at you with perfect ease, his lips quirking up as you made yourself comfortable. You lean in and clumsily press a quick kiss to his lips, barely steadying yourself with your hands on his chest. When you pull away, he's still smiling, a smug tinge in the way his eyes challenged you. You can't help but feel shy under the weight of his gaze. "Always think about how you touch me," you whisper.

There was something fond about the way he regarded you, his gaze thorough as it trailed down your body. He grabbed one of your ankles, the one closest to him, and moved your leg so that you had one on either side of him. Then his arms wrapped around your hips, grabbing at your ass just enough that he could pull you toward him, and you were right at the table's edge. Your dress bunched up at your hips, and your underwear was clearly visible.

He leaned in for another kiss, hands on either knee. He holds them wider so that he can lean right against you, and then they slide up through the insides of your thighs before settling back on your hips. His lips move from your mouth toward your jaw. "And how could I think about anything other than the way you look when I touch you? Fuck, look at you. Could barely get any work done knowing you were somewhere lookin’ so good."

His mouth moves toward your ear, stopping right beneath, breath teasing the sensitive skin there. "So fucking sexy. You dance a lot tonight?" You can't help the way you gasp as he runs his tongue up your neck, slowly and deliberately, tickling you in the best way. "You taste so fucking good." You realize he's probably tasting dried sweat from dancing all night, and feel heat between your legs.

His teeth lightly graze the skin where he'd been kissing you, and you let out a small cry in pleasure. One hand is on his chest, gripping the front of his shirt without a care about stretching the material. The other goes around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

Kissing down your body, he unzips your dress and pulls the straps over your shoulders in a heap of fabric in your lap, leaving you in only your lacy pink bra. His hands tease your breasts, running over them briefly on their way down to your legs.

He's watching you as he lifts your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, and you bite your lip in anticipation. Before you see his hands, being blocked by the fabric of your dress, you feel his fingers glide along your slit over your underwear. "Fuck," you gasp, sensitive, hands resting on his jaw, near his chin, leaning in to press your lips to his as his fingers tease you.

You're whining for more before he eventually moves the fabric aside, and he bites your lip when he feels how wet you are. "God, you're fuckin' perfect, aren't you?" He breathes against you as he runs his thumb through your slick, spreading it up to rub right where you'd been craving him. You find yourself grinding into his hand, whimpering against his lips as you kissed him harder.

He knows your body so well by now, you barely have to give him direction; with each whimper and cry, he shifts just so until he has you shaking in his arms. You feel yourself nearing your climax, and Katsuki can feel it, too. Feel how you begin to flutter around his fingers. "Fuck, baby, are you coming right now? Go ahead and come on these fingers."

But you stopped, trying to control your muscles and keep yourself from cresting over. You pull away so you can look him in the face. "No, not yet. It's your turn. I don't wanna come again unless you're inside me."

His brow quirks up in confusion. "But I'm already inside you." As if to prove his point, he thrusts into you meanly. You gasp, but he holds eye contact with you. "You really don't wanna come?" He asks, and you shake your head. He begins pulling out of you, slowly, and you can't help the noises you make. He smiles up at you. "Don't feel like it with the way you're clenching around me for more." And he presses back into you.

You cry out, muffling your voice by tucking into the crook of his neck. You can't help your blush. "Katsuki," you whine, but it's no use, his fingers resume in that painfully delicious rhythm and his thumb rubs circles against your clit. He grabs you by the hair at the nape of your neck, gentle but unyielding as he pulls you back to look up at him.

There's something possessive in his eyes as he looks at you, but there's a softness, too. "Come on, baby, come on these fingers and I'll fuck you properly."

You clench involuntarily, wanting to look away from the weight of his gaze. Sensing you becoming self-conscious, he leans up to kiss your lips, his thumb applying just a little more pressure so he could press his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. He keeps you like that for a moment, sucking lightly on your lip before pulling back again. Most of your lipstick had smeared, ending up on his neck and mouth, but he was fascinated by the light swelling from the force of your kisses. "How you can still manage to feel embarrassed with me, I'll never understand." His voice is soft, even as he adds another finger, filling you more.

But how could someone get used to the intensity in his eyes? The way he looked at you, kissed you, touched you. It was greedy and deliberate, but oh, so gentle.

You look back from his eyes to his mouth, leaning in for more kisses. He reacts in kind, following the way your hips began to move against his fingers and slip his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help whining in his mouth as his fingers worked you up again, and it was only a matter of time until you could feel your climax washing over you in waves. "Katsuki, uh—" you leaned into him, tightening your arms around him and pressing your forehead against his.

"Just like that," He says, peppering kisses all over your face, anywhere he could reach, as his fingers guided you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I wanted to take you to bed, but I'm gonna hafta fuck you on this table."

He pulled away only a little once you'd come down, not enough to pull himself out of your arms, but your legs dropped down to either side of his hips. Just enough for him to work his buckle undone.

"Wait," you said, grabbing his arms and pulling them from his pants. You got down from the table now, nearly stumbling from the drink and your fresh high, but steadied yourself with your hands on his waist. You pull him in for one slow kiss, grabbing his hands and forcing him to sit in the chair behind him before you were getting on your knees. You still held his hands in yours, and you guide his hand to your face.

"I wanna taste you now." You said, hoping the way your lips brushed against the tip of his finger enticed him. You could feel your arousal coating his fingers, and you pulled his finger into your mouth and sucked on it, tasting yourself.

Fuck, He thinks, because you were such a slutty girl when you were drunk. He was excited he could come along for the ride. "You're fucking perfect."

You sucked once more on his fingers before releasing it with a pop! and continued the work of getting his pants off.

He was already hard when you pulled down his underwear, tip damp with precum. And as well as he knew your body, you knew his. You knew exactly how he liked his cock to be sucked. With each grunt, you knew you were working him up and it was only a matter of time. He tossed his head back and you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him so that he had to look at you.

“Fuck,” He breathes, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. "I'm close."

"Mm," You hum, maintaining your pace.

"Fuck, wanna come inside you."

You have to pull off him for a moment to smile, grinning up at him sweetly. "You are inside me," you point out, echoing his words from earlier, before taking him back in your mouth.

He grins down at you, and he almost comes right there in your mouth, but Katsuki was used to getting exactly what he wanted. "Off, brat. Come sit on this cock."

Your body comes alive at the full force of his attitude, letting him pull you up. You’re trying to get your dress the rest of the way off, but with how it’s bunched, it won’t fit over your hips, and you quickly give up to work on your underwear, but Katsuki has other plans. He grabs a side with each hand and pulls, effortlessly ripping the lacy underwear in half and it falls away, leaving you bare to him.

“Katsuki!” You complain, but then his mouth is on yours, his hand in your hair, using his other hand to guide his cock as you took your place in his lap. As you lowered yourself on top of him, you pressed your lips to his for a kiss, whining into his mouth as his tip pushed into you.

You have a hard time holding yourself up in the kitchen chair, not quite enough room on either side of his legs for you to hold yourself up. You gasp as you fully settle in, how deep he presses inside you, you're certain you can feel him in your stomach. You whine, trying to use your arms to lift yourself up, but you feel his hands circle your waist, grabbing at your hips. "Don't gotta do a thing, baby." And then he thrusts. Hard.

The force of him pulling out and slamming back into you forces a breathy yell out of you. "Fuck, Katsuki!" You breathe, holding onto him for dear life.

"I know, baby," He says, as he sets a steady pace, the head of his dick bumping into that spot that has your whole body set alight. "You can take it. Just take this cock, baby." All you can do is hold onto him, trying to relax your muscles to let him in, but you feel him hit that spot over and over.

"Katsuki, please, I feel funny. Slow down or I'm gonna make a mess."

But there's no talking sense into Katsuki, not with the way you hug his dick so well. You wanna make a mess for him? He'd never turn down that kind of opportunity. "Just come, baby."

"You're not gonna wanna clean up tonight, we can't leave it til morning."

"Don't worry so much," He says, and punctuates his point by readjusting the angle of his hips so that he rocks against your g-spot again.

You only have time to let out a quiet, "fuck," before you both feel your release in his lap. You feel your muscles contract around his dick, and soon you feel the warmth of him coming inside. You're unable to stop the gentle moans falling from your mouth as he continues small thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, trying to muffle yourself in his neck.

He rubs your back gently as you both come down. For a moment, it's just the sound of you both breathing heavily against each other. You're tuckered out, exhaustion from the night hitting you as you relax in his arms.

Then he's up, holding you against him. You cry out when the shift of positions causes him to slip out of you, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. "Katsuki," you grumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Sorry, baby. Just wanna get you ready for bed before you pass out."

He carries you through the house and to your bathroom. You try to protest, but Katsuki is just as stubborn about cleanup as he is about how he fucks you, and after brushing your teeth and taking a shower together, he takes you back in his arms. Normally, you’d protest being carried around like a doll, but in the moment, you can't find it in you to complain, not when he smells like fresh soap and his skin is warm against yours.

When he sets you on the bed, you recline all the way back, closing your eyes. He rustles around the room, but when he goes quiet you open your eyes, finding him standing above you, now dressed, with a set of pajamas in hand. "C'mon, baby, time to put some clothes on."

You whine. "thought you liked me better without clothes," you tease, rolling over on your stomach and pretending to sleep.

You hear him scoff, and then the weight on the bed shifts as he presses in close to you. "Brat, you just wanna be babied, huh?"

You don't open your eyes, but you can't help the smile teasing your lips. “Well, I can do it myself, I just know how much you like to baby me.”

He grunts, but then you feel the bed shift, then the gentle pressure of his body laying atop yours as he holds himself up so his body rests against yours just so. “Been babyin’ you. C’mon ‘n be a good girl for me now.”

Your insides twist deliciously, and sigh dramatically. “Well I guess since you’ve been so nice,” you tease, and shift so you’re laying under him, facing up.

He snorts, pushing up to allow you to do the same. “Only for you.” You roll your eyes, but follow his lead and dress yourself. But mother hen was in a doting mood, and even after being teased, he helped you into your pajamas.

Once you were dressed, he stretches his arms over his head, yawning before crawling in beside you. He pulls you against him roughly, and you let him, tucking your head into his neck to inhale his fresh scent. “I did like that set, though.” you say, smiling against his neck.

He grunts. “Bra’s still intact.”

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight.”

He hugs you a bit tighter. “Night.”

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a/n: tysm for reading!

taglist: @asmaechan @animexholic @justanothernpcartist @inumakicanrailme 

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[tuxedoe]

Bloodied Feathers

WC - Roughly 900

Synopsis - Your wings got hurt during a hunt. Dean's there to patch you up.

Author's Note - this has been in my drafts for agesss so I thought I'd just bite the bullet and post it. I've seriously been having so much fun writing recently!!

Dean Winchester wasn't often at a loss for words, but as he stood before you, a bucket of warm water and a stack of clean cloths in hand, he found himself uncharacteristically quiet. "Alright, showtime," he grumbled, more to himself than to you, setting the bucket down with a soft thud. Your wings, usually a pristine expanse of feathers, were a grim testament to a recent, particularly messy encounter. Matted with dirt, tangled with small, sharp fragments of what looked like shattered glass, and streaked with dark, dried blood, they spoke of a struggle that had pushed you to your limits. There were several ragged tears along the trailing edges, one a particularly nasty gouge near the joint, that had clearly bled freely.

He knelt, surprisingly gentle for a man who usually dealt in blunt force, and carefully began to separate the clotted feathers. His brow furrowed in concentration, his lips pressed into a thin line. You watched him, a strange mix of discomfort and a quiet fascination. It was rare to see Dean in such a meticulous, almost delicate, state.

He dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before pressing it to a particularly grimy section. "Seriously, what did you even do?" he muttered, the question more rhetorical than anything, his voice tight with an underlying concern. His fingers, surprisingly nimble, worked around a cluster of feathers that were stiff with dried blood, carefully loosening them. You knew he didn't really expect an answer, not one that would make any sense to him, anyway. The intricacies of angelic skirmishes were far beyond his understanding, even after all these years.

As he worked, a steady rhythm developed. The soft swish of the cloth, the gentle rustle of feathers, and the occasional soft grunt from Dean as he encountered a particularly tricky knot or tear. He winced slightly when his cloth brushed against a particularly bruised area, his touch instantly lightening, and you felt a strange flutter in your chest at his unspoken empathy. He moved with an almost surgical precision, each movement calculated to cause you the least amount of discomfort. You could feel the warmth of his fingers through your feathers, a comforting presence amidst the lingering ache.

Sometimes, he’d pause, leaning back on his heels to assess his progress, his eyes scanning the vast span of your wing with a critical gaze. He’d reach for a pair of tweezers, carefully extracting a glistening shard that had embedded itself near a vein, or use a smaller, softer brush to dislodge finely ground dust and dried flakes of something dark.

When he reached the larger tears, especially the gouge near the joint, his expression grew even more serious. "This is gonna sting a bit," he warned, his voice softer than usual. He had a small bottle of antiseptic solution, the kind he usually reserved for his own deep cuts. He poured a small amount onto a fresh cloth and, taking a deep breath, pressed it to the wound. You hissed, a low, guttural sound that was more instinct than pain, your body tensing involuntarily, but his hand remained firm, steadfast, until the initial burning sensation subsided. You could feel the blood, now thinned by the water, running down your feathers as he cleaned it, and he wiped it away with a fresh cloth, his jaw set.

"Sorry," he murmured, though you knew he wasn't really apologizing. It was just a necessary evil.

The process was long, stretching into the quiet hours of the night. The only sounds in the bunker’s main living area were the gentle ministrations and the distant hum of the ancient ventilation system. Dean didn't complain, didn't rush. He was entirely focused on the task at hand, a single-minded determination that was both reassuring and, in its own way, a little overwhelming. You found yourself relaxing into his care, a vulnerability you rarely allowed, even with another angel. His touch, so undeniably human, was grounding.

He started on the second wing after the first was as clean as he could get it. This one, if possible, was even worse. A thick, dark substance, like dried blood but not quite, coated a significant portion of the flight feathers, especially towards the tips where they seemed to have taken the brunt of an impact. There were more tears here, one particularly long, shallow cut that looked like it had been scraped by something sharp, and a deeper puncture wound that had clotted darkly. He grimaced.

"Okay, what is this stuff?" he asked, his voice tight. He picked at the dark, almost tar-like substance with a fingernail, then recoiled. "Nasty."

He spent even longer on this wing, scrubbing and soaking, his movements becoming more deliberate, more forceful, as he tried to dislodge the stubborn grime and congealed blood. You could feel the exhaustion radiating from him, a subtle tension in his shoulders, a slight tremor in his hands. Yet, he kept going, refusing to give up until every last speck was gone. A wave of unexpected tenderness washed over you at his persistence, a profound sense of being cared for.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back, letting out a long, slow breath. Your wings, though still somewhat tattered, were clean. The vibrant sheen of your feathers, once obscured by grime and blood, was beginning to return. He sat there for a moment, just looking, a faint sense of satisfaction beginning to replace the worry on his face.

[kittysarchive]

Things they do for you, Enhypen

been in my drafts for agesss

warnings- fluff, head cannons, ot7, bf enhypen, love languages, nothing else?

Heeseung

always making you laugh with his witty remarks and funny antics.

He loves teasing you, but it’s all in good fun, and he knows just when to switch gears and be serious.

Heeseung would often plan spontaneous dates, like late-night drives or impromptu karaoke sessions, where you can both let loose and enjoy each other’s company.

He’s also a great listener and would always be there to lend an ear when you need to talk, making you feel heard and understood.

Jay

Jay is the boyfriend who shows his love through acts of service and grand romantic gestures.

He’s the type to cook you a homemade meal, remembering your favorite dishes, or plan a special date just to see you smile.

Jay’s a bit traditional in his approach to love—he likes to hold doors open for you, give you his jacket when you’re cold, and make sure you feel cherished in every moment you spend together.

He loves having deep conversations, where he can get to know you on a more intimate level, sharing dreams, hopes, and secrets.

Jake

He’s naturally affectionate, always giving you hugs, holding your hand, or cuddling with you whenever he gets the chance.

Jake loves spending time with you, whether it’s a simple walk in the park or a cozy night in watching movies. He’s very supportive, always encouraging you to pursue your passions and reminding you how amazing you are.

Jake’s positive energy is contagious, and he makes every moment together feel like a warm, happy memory.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon might come off as a bit reserved at first, but once you get to know him, you’ll see just how deeply he cares. He’s not the most outwardly expressive with his emotions, but he shows his love in subtle ways, like remembering your favorite coffee order, sending you a goodnight message every night, or holding your hand in crowded places.

Sunghoon loves quality time, and he enjoys activities where you can be close without needing to say much, like ice skating together, watching a movie, or just sitting in comfortable silence.

He’s the boyfriend who makes you feel secure and loved, even in the quiet moments.

Sunoo

Sunoo is very affectionate and loves to shower you with compliments, reminding you of how beautiful and special you are. He’s also incredibly supportive, always cheering you on and encouraging you to be your best self

. Sunoo would plan fun and exciting dates, like amusement park trips, cute café visits, or even just having a fun photoshoot together. He brings so much joy into your life, making every day feel brighter and more exciting.

Jungwon

Jungwon is the kind of boyfriend who’s always thinking about your well-being.

He’s attentive to your needs, whether it’s making sure you’ve eaten, checking in on your day, or simply holding your hand when you’re feeling anxious.

He has a calm, reassuring presence and loves quiet moments where you’re just enjoying each other’s company. Jungwon would be the type to remember all the little details about you and surprise you with thoughtful gestures such as bringing/buying you your favourite snack when you’re feeling down or sending you a sweet text message just because he’s thinking of you.

Ni-Ki

Ni-ki might tease you a lot, but it’s always lighthearted, and he makes sure you know how much he cares.

He’s very attentive in his own way, noticing the little things that make you happy, and he’s always there to lift your spirits with his playful nature.

Ni-ki loves spending time together in a relaxed, low-key way, like hanging out at home, watching movies, or just goofing around.

[inmyheaddd]

ravi singh boyfriend headcannons

a/n: omg this has been sitting in my drafts for agesss sorry 😭 need to write for ravi more he’s so bf wc: 1k taglist: @heartwithsimplenotes @anintellectualintellectual @thecircularlibrary masterlist

your parents literally like him more than you now, and boy does he know it. 

you’d come back home to find him in your room sitting on your bed.

“oh, you’re back! was waiting for you for hours— i started to think something terribly awful happened to you.” he got up from the bed in an instant, wrapping his arm around your side and giving you a quick peck on your head.

“hi ravi, um who-“ you furrowed your brows as you looked back to your door then back at him. “who let you in?” 

“oh, your brother did.” he stated matter of factly as you both went to sit down on the bed. “then your parents asked me to stay for lunch, then your dog started playing with me, then i started to miss you so i came up to your room. it smells just like you in here.” 

one thing caught your attention. “then you started to miss me? wow, i see how it is…” you shook your head dramatically and frowned in faux disdain. 

he shot you a smile, “what can i say? the whole family likes me, it’s not my fault.” 

“well i don’t like you.” you crossed your arms over your chest. sarcastic bits like this with ravi happened constantly. 

“oh, you especially like me.” his lips turned up into a slow grin and he poked your shoulder, breaking your annoyed facade and making you laugh. 

ravi makes new nicknames for you all the time.

you were talking a walk, telling him about your day when you paused abruptly and turned away from him, ravi looking at you confusedly and raising a brow.

then you sneezed, and then you sneezed again.

“woah, bless you.” he said through a chuckle, “and bless you again.”

after you tried to resume talking only to be interrupted by a sneeze for the third time, he spoke up.

“sweetheart, you’re going to be holy by the end of the day with how many blesses you’re getting.” he bent down slightly to get a better look at your face. “are you alright?”

you sniffled slightly, “yeah i’m—“ sneeze “i’m fine.” you said as your cleared your throat.

“okay sneezy,” he said as he slung an arm around your shoulder, not caring about getting sick himself, “how about we get you home, you take some medicine while i make you some soup, and you tell me what a spectacular cook i am?” 

“but you’re a horrible cook.” you muttered with a light laugh.

“i’m sorry, what was that?” he bent down slightly with a large grin on his face, “you’re so excited and can’t wait? oh, you’re too sweet to me, sneezy. what did i ever do to deserve you?” he quipped back as kissed the top of your head, before steering you two back to walk back to your house.

he kept calling you ‘sneezy’ the rest of the night and for days after that.

“would you stop calling me that?” you asked.

he took a second before answering, putting a finger on his chin and looking up, before shrugging and simply saying, “no.”

a week later he was the sick one, (he hates being sick. “this is what i get for spending time with my beautiful, amazing, but incredibly ill girlfriend?”) and he would still call you sneezy. 

as much as you wouldn’t like to admit it, you were missing the other cuter nicknames he would call you like crazy. but to be fair sneezy did grow on you. 

his sneezes could make a deaf man hear again. 

you were both sitting in silence, focus only on the horror movie playing on the tv and his sneeze literally made you scream and jump off the couch in fear. you thought you were about to meet your end.

“oh my- ravi!” you said breathlessly as you put a hand over your heart, catching your breath.

he was an absolute laughing wreck at your reaction, and all he had to say was, “what, no bless me?” 

speaking of scaring you, his favorite ways to greet you unexpectedly is hugs from behind, telling you how much he missed you and kissing your head. 

that, or placing his hands on either your shoulders or waist, jolting you and yelling at the same time.

you always know it’s him but you get nightmarishly scared every single time. there’s no in between. 

you two have a playlist together and when you’re away, he’d randomly send you a screenshot of a song on it with something along the lines of, “this song reminds me of you.”

when he has to go on a long car ride alone he sends you updates by the hour. literally.

your texts:

ravishingly handsome — Hour one, all is good. Some bastard cut me off and another nearly rear ended me, but still, all is good 👍 

you — oh my god ravi 

you — are you okay?!?!

you — pls call me when u can 

ravishingly handsome — I’m actually perfectly fine

ravishingly handsome — Felt a strong urge to curse them out and hit something, then I thought about your face and oddly enough I felt perfectly peachy, if not a little happy 😃🙂

you — no you did not 😭 possibly giggling and kicking my feet rn

you — ur emojis make me laugh out loud 

ravishingly handsome — I think I’M the one making you laugh out loud, not my emoji choices

ravishingly handsome — Also, call me any time. Always free for you.

he texts like an old man honestly, but you love it. 

he’s the type to not be on social media too much, so when you say a reference/ joke he just thinks you’re insanely funny. 

you don’t have the heart to tell him it’s not your joke.

you start to influence him though, and he has little pieces of your slang/ way of talking in his everyday talking.

obvious but, he is a proud member of the sassy man apocalypse. 

all of your parents are now best friends because you and ravi spend so much time together and are always at eachothers houses.

it’s gotten to the point when sometimes your mom texts ravi’s mom to ask you to clean your room when you get back, because you aren’t answering your phone. 

sleepovers that last days are very common occurrences. 

you’re always wearing his sweaters, and he secretly loves seeing them on you so much. 

forehead kisses are 24/7, along with interlinked hands and his thumb running circles on your knuckles.

he doesn’t believe in all that toxic masculinity BS, but when you hold his bicep when walking, his heart flutters a little.

he’s always mentioning you, and your friends harmlessly poke fun at him for the way he can’t stop smiling whenever your name is mentioned, or how he can’t stop talking about you.

you both adore the small quiet moments, like him putting a necklace he bought you on you, or running your fingers through his hair after he’s had a stressful day. 

sometimes he cuts himself off when talking to you, or forgets what he’s saying simply because he thinks you’re so gorgeous.

you act annoyed and tell him to “stop that,” but the flush on your face and the way you bite back a smile says otherwise.

[heyidkyay]

“just friends”

In truth, I was just looking through my drafts and found this sat there from agesss ago, remember it taking me a while to make when I’d been sick one week, it’s cringe but I figured I’d just post it anyway seeing as I’m never really on here anymore 🥲

Hi btw, hope you’re all good x

Summary: They’ve always claimed that they’re just friends, but to the rest of the world it has always seemed like so much more..

Over the years..

Fan reactions

[vashsusedundies]

I haven't posted on here in SO long 😭 I really apologize for disappearing so suddenly. I stopped posting to my TikTok a while ago too, mostly because a lot of stuff happened in my life and my ADHD brain just isn't dealing well with it all. But the recent TikTok ban (even though I'm not American myself) made me open my Tumblr again out of curiosity and gah, I really do miss posting 💔 I still have so many unposted images and drafts, all from Stampede alone (not to mention '98 and BLR.). And with Stargaze hopefully coming out soon, I've been thinking of getting back into posting. I've also been thinking of doing some maintenance on my account, cuz damn, I really did not need to include this many images of the same scenes 💔

And I still to this day have a running subscription on my Google Drive for all the content I've uploaded there, even though I haven't done so agesss, lol. Maybe I should make use of it again... I'm not sure, but I am really thinking of posting again. Just to my Tumblr this time though, I can't handle more than one social media account at the moment. I would probably also post more than just upscaled images of Vash. Especially since there are so many other characters in Trigun, and I also started writing recently. I've made one more Trigun OC I'm really proud of (I've had a self-insert before, but now she's got an S/O 💖) and I got a whole document full of Trigun lore for them that I really wanna share with more peopleee 💔

I really want to, but I'm not sure. If I do start posting again, I'd have to prepare a little, and I would most likely start from scratch (if I delete all the posts, I'll keep my pinned for anyone who does still want access to all the images). And then I'll probably repost all the stuff, but in a more organized manner, lol.

Fank yew for reading my rant 💖

Also, I'm so sorry to all the Americans who were affected by the TikTok ban, I know it's only been a few hours as far as I'm aware but 💔 I've yet to open my TikTok, even though I'm not affected at all, but it feels wrong to for some reason 😭 I really hope everyone who transitioned to Tumblr due to the ban is able to find some peace and love here 💖

[chronicallyonline101]

HIHI GUYS, sorry to anyone who has sent in a request or any kind of prompt in the last month or so, i'm being a bit slow with writing atm cuz im in the process of trying to find a place to live for the next year (technically, i dont have to move out until July BUT accoms get filled up QUICK with the amount of students that go to the Uni im in) SO once i'm done with that i'll have more free time to write :)

IM CURRENTLY WORKING ON A SPECIAL ASK FOR A FRIEND, after that i've got some part 7 and 9 stuff thats been sitting in my drafts for a while, and then another platonic fatherly Abbacchio oneshot, and some Ghiaccio x reader content, and a few cutsey little prompts that have been sent into my inbox !! i feel so bad cuz ppl request things and they end up sitting in my inbox collecting dust for AGESSS SO IM SO SORRY i do see you guys, and im working on it ! I LOVE YOU ALLL MWAAA 🖤

[aithuzah]

i just read a fic of yours from over 10 yrs ago (wow it feels strange to say that but 2014 is… over a decade ago) and i absolutely loved it!! it was ‘The Moment of Trust’ :) i know it’s been AGESSS but is there any chance at all you’d consider writing any other chapters or stories for that series? anyway, glad to see you’re still active in the merlin fandom :)

OHH AND ALSO your fic ‘The Right Thing’ is what led me to your other work in the first place, i rlly rlly loved reading that :) for that fic too i would definitely be very interested if you were to continue it… i saw in one of the chapter notes that someone’s begging had once single-handedly motivated you to write more… so uh. no pressure but also please please please please please please pleaseee? but also no pressure. but also pleaseeee 🥺 please …

this is so sweet 😭 it really is always wonderful to hear that people still find and enjoy my writing after all this time, and it DOES make me look back at my notes and drafts and think about how to move forward. those stories are still very dear to me! ideally i would like to write more of them at some point.

the issue that I run into these days is that…I haven’t watched an episode of the show in, yeah, probably over a decade. as much as the characters have been engraved into my psyche, if I wanted to continue either of those fics with any seriousness, I would want to do a lot of rewatching and note-taking to remind myself of character quirks and habits, the day-to-day details of food and wardrobe, the nuances of how they deliver each line—especially since The Moment of Trust was meant to be a series of key episode rewrites, so I’d pull directly from the transcripts and episodes to interpret expressions, inner thoughts, and motives.

(The Right Thing’s stumbling block is all of that, plus “I don’t know how to write about medieval nonviolent legal reform,” lmao.)

and, well…“active” in the Merlin fandom is maybe a little generous 😅 i haven’t been particularly active in ANY fandom the way i used to be with Merlin, and Merlin has fallen out of “active long-term hyperfixation” and into the “life-changing media that changed my brain chemistry and is dear to my heart but no longer dominates my waking moments” zone. I just have other things I end up prioritizing when I have free time these days (*cough* everyoneshouldplayInStarsAndTime *cough*).

BUUUUUUUT maybe I could compile and post my notes somewhere? idk, sometimes that feels like the creator has fully given up on a project, and I don’t want to say I’ll NEVER work on these stories again. the odds just……aren’t looking great at the moment, lol.

[lokidokieokie]

I'm so sorry that I've been gone for agessssss. Uni has been kicking my ass and now I'm on placement. Life's just hectic. But I miss my crazy tumblr community, and I've gone too long without posting anything...

I'm going to try and pump out some stuff (hopefully soon). I've had a few ideas sitting in my drafts for agesss.

Not to mention I've also been watching Loki! I'm obsessed, love the plot, curious to see where it goes.

Also I was rewatching Kong: Skull Island, and am I the only one whose noticed at Casey is in it? Honestly, this is probably wide-known and I'm just late to the party but...mind shook.