#better stop gotta stop being such a fucking crybaby

[thatdemiboymess]

Desperately holding myself back from cutting my own hair by putting it in a ponytail (again) or just buzzing it all off (again) in a fit of desperation and hysteria because ideally I'd really like to get a cool haircut that I'd actually like. But also. I am losing my fucking mind. And every day I am forced to reckon with the fact that I'm probably not gonna get a chance to go outside and get it cut professionally any time soon and especially not before I seriously just can't take this anymore. Woe, I guess. As all things seem to be.

[ink-n-shadow]

Omg I am so head over heels for your bodyguard!simon AU ;w;

Nah because with my sensitive ass the “M’ not touching you again” would instantly make me sad like SO fast :’3

so, how would he react if she got all pouty because he said that? Because in all actuality she definitely wants him to touch her more often, yknow? Like it ain’t even gotta be sexual…probably-

🍋-

i like the way you think, anon🍋 >:) this one's not sexual (unfortunately) BUT it is cute and a bit angsty so enjoy

[ CRYBABY ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where you're drunk and bodyguard!ghost has to comfort you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!reader (link to all works in this au) 𝜗𝜚 cw: mean!ghost at first, then soft!ghost, crying for something small, drunk!reader

"what did i say when you were on vacation last month, hmm?" ghost grumbled as he lead you through the lobby of your apartment building, keeping a grip on your upper arm. "m'not. fucking. touching you like that."

you had gone out with the rest of your bandmates, having a few drinks (way more than you needed) to celebrate the upcoming release of your first album. you weren't completely wasted, but you were damn close—your face flushed, steps a bit wobbly, eyes bleary.

ghost kept as much distance between you two as he could, but he knew he had to help you walk. so he gripped your upper arm to steady your steps, walking slow enough to help you keep pace with him. he glared down at you, but when he noticed the pout on your face and the tears beginning to form in your eyes, his eyes softened.

it wasn't the usual bratty pout you'd use—no, this one appeared legitimately sad.

"y-you're so mean, ghost. i just—" your sentence paused in the middle as a hiccuped sob shook your chest, your free hand coming up to wipe at the tears and smearing some mascara down your cheek. "i just wanna hold your hand. but y-you don't like me. why don't you like me?"

ghost let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head a bit as he approached the elevator and pushed the call button. he moved to stand in front of you, his grip on your arm falling away. "dove, c'mon—you're ruinin' that pretty makeup on y'face." he thumbed at the mascara on your cheek, frowning under his mask as the black only smeared more.

you tried to push his hand away, but the amount of alcohol in your veins made your movements slow and uncoordinated. "i don't care, ghost. just like you don't care about me."

"god—would you stop that?" ghost grumbled out in frustration as he ran a hand over his mask, trying to regain his composure before looking back down at your teary face. he lifted a hand up to grip your chin, forcing your eyes on him. "i obviously fuckin' like you. i wouldn't be walkin' you home from the bloody club if i didn't, 'kay? you're just drunk right now—and you get a bit emotional when you're drunk."

you sniffled up the tears lodged in the back of your throat as your unsteady eyes met ghost's, skin warming at the way his gloved fingers trapped your chin in his grip. "t-then why won't you just hold my hand? i-it's not like i'm asking you to kiss me or date me or somethin'. it'll make me feel better."

ghost let out a scoffed breath as he turned away from you, shaking his head and grumbling something under his breath before you felt his leather-covered fingers lace with yours. the elevator dinged and pulled open with a hiss, and ghost gently tugged you inside with a squeeze to your hand. "there—happy now? gonna stop being a little crybaby about it?"

as soon as you felt ghost's hand in yours, a drunken smile smeared across your lips, warmth coating your skin as you stumbled into the elevator behind him. "you have big hands."

"jesus." ghost muttered with a shake of his hand, using his free hand to punch the button for your floor and watching the elevator doors close in front of you two. "don't get used to this, 'kay? m'only doing this because you're bloody cryin' over it."

[beiasluv]

PLS i love u sm can i PLS get a reader patching up jakes wounds PLSSSS i see a lot of these patching up wound tropes for neteyam but none for our beloved jake THANK U HON

patching jake sully up (2009)

a/n: amen to that. respect the original sully, pLEASE / enjoyy 🤍

masterlist

jake, jake sully, being the jake sully he is, you often find him with some type of injury :(

boy always find himself in some sort of trouble, but he can’t help it can’t he?

sometimes it’s just a bruise or a scrape on the knee, sometimes he comes home with a FUCKING blood-soaked wound all over his arms or chest.

sighing to yourself as he walked in every time

“jake, for the love of eywa, please, stop putting yourself in danger”

but you can’t stay mad, can you? he got those puppy eyes, awkward giggling, and scratching his neck like he regretted it. (boy, he better be before you whoop his ass)

so basically it all goes like this…

patting the empty area next to you or sometimes you gotta help him walk over to an empty spot

and boy he is heavy ASF man is 10ft tall and expect you to carry him with ease, he better be joking

next is patching up his wounds. probably 90% of the time keeping him shut his mouth

“ow! y/n! please!” “ouch! please- it hurts”

“you better shut your mouth and think of this before you get yourself in trouble”

but being the loving significant other you are, you still care greatly for him 🥺

his favorite position, if his situation isn’t that bad, is for you to sit in his lap and patch him up

if he is laying on the mattress, he loves when you crouch down towards his face and patch him up. even though if you are patching is legs, he will get whiny for you to face him every now and then.

caressing his cheeks if he gets too whiny, and rubbing his head in your embrace

comforting words all. the. time. boy is a crybaby sometimes “squeeze my leg if it hurts too bad”

jake tries his hardest not the hurt your fragile little leg in his grip, but he left some red marks afterwards ;)

he loves staring at your dimly lit face when you patch him up. how you poke your tongue when you are focused, or how your eyebrows scrunched up together.

“why are you doing that?”

“doing what?”

“you know what you are doing, you are staring,” you slightly poked his head with the grinder.

“ow! what was that for? your face is too precious not to stare at, be grateful,” he fake pouted.

“understandable, mr. sully,” you chuckled as he pressed a peck on your lips. “hey! the medicine didn’t dry yet!”

“who cares? your lips are ten times better than it”

you would mumble a quiet apologize every time he hissed out of pain, even though you acted like you are mad at him

he adores how your breath hitched in your throat every time he twitched because of the pain 🥺 he loves how close your breath becomes when your face is near.

man is just obsessed about how he could press his lips against yours without an extra effort, how you are so close to him made his mind spun a million miles away.

his nose is lingered with your scent and it yearns for more and more. oh how he wish he can get drunk in you forever

man is grinning by himself and giggling like a lover boy

man’s a flirt even though he is on his death bead💀

never leaves afterwards if he doesn’t get his kiss kiss, or what he calls it boo boo 🙄

if his situation is too bad and have to stay the night, you will always be there for him 24/7

and jake will 100% definitely take an advantage of that. asking for cuddles 24/7.

when you have to attend other wounds, he will get so whiny and sad :(

sometimes it gets too emotional for you to see him in a situation like this, you just break down crying while patching him up 😭

jake hates to see you like this, especially when he is the cause to make you cry. he will hold you in his arm while you are crying patching him up.

whispering comfort words while he is the one dying here, but it’s jake, guys, what do we expect 😭

“honey, y/n, love, i am fine, i am breathing, okay? help me feel better, aright? no one does it like you,” he whispered in your ears.

“never! e- ever! get yourself t- this bad, again!” you tried to sobbed out each word.

“can’t promise you that, i’ll get ten times worst than this to protect you”

have a great day/night everyone! take care 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[jqmalikhsgib]

bloom

three

“ouch, holy shit! you got the heaviest grip on ya kid!” eddie curses as lily pulls his hair. he’s gotten use to his kids pulling on his head over the years.

hopper keeps telling him to cut the damn thing but eddie tells him his hair is off limits! though yn loves his wild, curly hair, she thought he should cut it as well.

it had become a huge problem with their babies. she just didn’t want one of them to yank too hard and pull his hair out.

“i think you should cu—”

“don’t say it yn! my hair is off limits.”

yn chuckles at eddie’s antics. he’s being very silly about his hair! it’s not like it won’t grow back. but, it was no reasoning with the man.

eddie sets his daughter down into the play pen. yn wraps her arms around eddie’s neck. she stands on the tip of her toes before gently kissing him. “come on, baby! i think you’ll look absolutely sexy.” eddie groans.

“don’t try to seduce me into cutting my hair, yn! that’s a low blow.”

“i wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you, rockstar!” she kisses his cheeks next. “you’d look absolutely ravishing. want you all day, all night, from the bed to the kitchen floor, hmm?”

eddie shakes his head. she knows she’s close to convincing him. just gotta get a little push.

“just think baby, i might even let you do that thing you’ve been asking for the longest.” she bites her bottom lip.

eddie stares at her with wide eyes. “that’s low, baby! even for you!”

“what do you say, mister munson? gonna cut off that mane of yours?”

eddie groans. “fine! but it’ll take away my rockstar image!”

yn rolls her eyes. “eds, you’re a rockstar no matter what hairstyle you’re rocking because you’re eddie fucking munson, yeah?! born to be a rockstar, baby. plus, it’ll grow back! and it’ll be healthier because we’ll take better care of it!”

eddie sighs. he knew she’s making great points! he gently kisses her before smirking. “you’d really let me, you know?”

yn made a face. eddie gives her a pleading look. “only once! just to try it out.”

“and if you like it?” eddie whispers in her ear.

“then ill let you do it more, baby.”

eddie groans at the thought.

eddie leg shakes as he waits patiently for the barber. he’s still very hesitant about cutting his hair. it wasn’t just hair to him! he grew this the moment he got away from his father.

eddie thought growing it meant riding all the memories he had of the man that hurt him the most! he knew he’s more than just his hair.

he also knew in the end it’ll get his kids to stop pulling it, and he can start over, make sure he takes better care of it! he just hated that all the growth would be gone.

“oh, calm down boy! it’ll grow back faster than you think!” jim hits his future son in law on the shoulder.

“munson, you’re up next!” eddie stands up and sits in the chair. he closes his eyes after the barber got everything ready.

once he heard the snip of the scissors he takes a tiny peak and groans. the barber continues to cut the young man’s head before finishing up.

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?!” jim states.

the barber hands him the biggest chop. eddie moans as he looks at his hair in his hands.

“this is gonna take some getting use to.” eddie states.

“you look good! i think you should keep it this way, son!”

eddie looks at jim as if he grew two heads. “over my dead body!”

“lets get you home, crybaby.” jim shakes his head. he pays the fee before the two head into his car and drives them back to the house.

“oh, look at how handsome daddy looks!” yn points to eddie as he walks into the house, jim right behind him.

“daddy!”

“what happen to your hair, daddy?” aster asked.

“the haircut fairy came and took it.”

“haircut fairy?”

“mhm!”

“did she give you a dollar like the toof fairy?” jasmine asked.

eddie pulls out a two dollars from his wallet. “she gave me two! told me to give them to my big boy and girl!” eddie hands them each a dollar.

“yay! put it in my piggy bank!” jasmine runs to her room. aster follows right behind her.

“how was he, dad?”

“cried like a baby.” jim greets his daughter by kissing the top of her head. eddie scoffs.

“as if!” eddie states.

yn laughs. “hows el?”

jim sighs. “she’s having a hard time in school. kids are picking on her.”

yn frowns. “what kids?”

“i think it’s jason carvers little brother.”

eddie groans at that. “of course the little dip shits brother is an asshole too! the whole carver family members are asshats.”

jim hums in agreement. “what are they saying?”

“apparently telling her she’s an unwanted orphan. stating i only adopted her and you because i felt bad for the situation you guys were in. not because i actually care and love you two like my own.” jim shakes his head.

“the fuck?!” eddie blurts.

“yeah! i don’t even wanna get into what they’re saying about you anymore darling. but it’s sick and kids are cruel.”

“steve and i can take care of this for you!”

yn shakes her head. “gonna threaten a couple of kids, eddie? come on!”

“baby, they’re seniors in high school! plus el is family, id be damn if another fucking carver threatens my family!”

“forget it eddie! we have kids to think about. dad will handle it. right?”

“damn straight, darling! they messed with the chief of police baby girl. no one’s getting away with hurting my babies.”

yn smiles. “if she needs to talk, tell her im not too far! she can come visit her big sister any time.”

jim hums. he kisses his daughter forehead once more before saying goodbye to his grandkids and leaving.

“im sorry, babe. just don’t know it when people mess with anyone i love.” eddie hold yn tightly.

“i know. just—i don’t need you to get into any trouble. just because my dad is the chief, he still has to answer to others. you could get in trouble with someone higher up. the kids and i need you.”

eddie kisses the top of her head. “promise, ill be a good boy!” he smirks. yn gently pushes him playfully.

“ruined the moment, eds!”

eddie chuckles. yn begins to walk away. eddie gently smacks her ass and smirks. yn turns around and points to the kids.

“they’re too busy watching peppa pig.” eddie states. yn playfully rolls her eyes before they both sit on the couch and cuddle next to their babies.

[archangelpuppy]

Listen, baby. I've been thinking about it, and I was wondering... what do you think of just not going home this time? I know you like it better here with me, and we always have so much fun together. It really hurts my heart to see how sad you get when you leave me, so why should you have to?

No, I'm serious. Let's just not set an alarm for the morning. Miss your flight back and stay with me instead. Why not?

Haha, I know. It would be a lot of fun. I'll hold you to that, okay?

Now hit this. You know I can't finish a bowl by myself. Hurry up and smoke so we can head to bed. I want to hold you.

...

.....

...

(cnc, kidnapping, breeding and snuff under the cut)

Oh, good. I was starting to wonder if you'd ever wake up. You scared me, baby - I really thought I overdid it.

No, hey, look at me. Don't pass back out on me yet.

Where are we? We're in the back of the hearse. You don't need to know where.

What do you mean, what about your flight? Don't you remember? You agreed that you'd miss it and stay here with me. Now you don't ever have to leave me again. Isn't that wonderful, baby?

Why are you crying? You told me how much you liked it here. How much you liked me. I thought you meant it. No- no, if you meant some of it then you have to have meant all of it. I can't be sure that you love me if you can still leave.

Baby. Stop crying, you're going to get me-

...Fuck. Up. Lift your ass, I can't get these off... can't even move on your own, can you? God, you're helpless like this. I need to feel you. I need to-

Oh fuck. Fuck. You're so- god, so tight when you're scared, babygirl. Open up for me. This is just the tip, sweetheart, and you can't tease me like that, okay? You're gonna take all of me. 'M sorry, baby, but I gotta. You can hold onto me if you want to, I think it's cute.

That's it. Stop fucking whining, don't you think I'd know if I was too big? Don't be a fucking baby.

You must be a real crybaby if I can't smack it out of you. You should still be too drugged up to scream, but I can tell you want to. Are you scared?

This is all your fault. You wouldn't have had anything to worry about if you'd just been willing to stay with me. I'm starting to think you're more trouble than you're worth. You can either take my dick or my knife inside you, but neither isn't an option.

Ah, ah- mmmfffuck, you're so good. You're gonna make me cum in you if you keep squeezing me like that. Pull out? Baby, no, you don't have to worry about me doing that anymore. You have to stay with me, okay?

I don't care that you won't be able to get an abortion back home. You're not going home, stupid thing.

Fuck. Close. Keep sobbing, babygirl. I'm almost there. No- no, it's fine if I cum inside, okay? I'll take care of it. You won't have to worry about being pregnant, honey, I promise.

Oh my god-

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Are you going to stay awake this time? Ugh. Come on, tilt your head up. Drink this. You're so much work, honey, but I don't mind. You look so pretty lying there.

Good. Now we can talk. Or, well... I can talk and you can listen. What you have to say doesn't really matter to me anymore.

Fine. I get it. You don't want to stay with me, fine. I would have given you everything if you wanted it. You told me you wanted me and you fucking don't. Liar.

But it's okay. I forgive you. You don't have to stay with me if you don't want to. I love you, so I'll give you a way out, okay? I even sharpened it for you.

You look like you're struggling to keep your eyes open. Poor thing, you must be so confused. It's okay, you can close them if you want. Just tip your head back and relax. Don't squirm, I can't get it in-

Mm. Fuck, you feel good. I can tell you're sensitive, baby, you're throbbing in me. Does it feel good when I bounce my hips like this? Your moans are so pretty. I knew you'd fill me up perfectly.

All you have to do is lie there. Can you do that? Can you be good for fucking something? You do look real pretty with my knife at your throat, though. What if I open you up here?

It hurts? Good. I wouldn't thrash around too much, puppy, you'll hurt yourself. I need you to do something for me before I kill you, okay? I need you to cum in me.

Of course I'm going to kill you. I told you that you're more trouble than you're worth, didn't I? You'll get to leave me just like you wanted. Just a little longer, baby. Stay still or the blade might slip.

Oh, please. You've been saying you can't cum anymore for hours. You didn't seem to have a problem cumming when you were making a mess all over your tits. I know you've got more for me. Give me another load or I'll gut you right fucking now.

Good. Yeah, just like that. You can grab my hips, puppy, it's okay. Grab them real tight and pull me down on it if you need to. Whatever you need to do to cum.

I can feel you getting close. God, baby, you look perfect when you cry like that. It's okay, I promise. I'll always have a piece of you to take care of like this, don't you see? You won't really be away from me.

Are you gonna give me a big litter, babygirl? Fuck it in deep, and then I'll end you. I told you I wouldn't make you worry about being pregnant. Just do this one thing for me and I'll make it go away.

Your face is so cute. Hold on tight, baby. Here, let me help. I'll touch you here-

Oh fuck. Good boy. Good boy- that's it, knock me up. I'm gonna- I'm- baby-

You sick fuck. Are you still cumming? Better press down harder before you bleed out. If you're going to be greedy, you better make sure I take all of it. Good boy-

I love you. I love you so much. Kiss me. I'll make it quick, I promise. Hold my shoulders.

I love you, baby.

Goodbye.

[toyama-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Yano Ietsuna

~ January 8th ~

“The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.”

Login Lines:

“Yahoo! It’s my birthday! Bring on the presents!”

“Woot, woot! The gifts are already piling in! Thanks buddy!”

Voice Lines:

“Ah, I’m so happy, I might just start crying tears of joy. I’m gonna do my best to hold back though. Don’t wanna ruin anyone’s gift with my gross sobbing.”

“My ma and pops got me cake and some tacky socks. They keep complaining that I’m too hard to buy for, so they’ve given up at this point. My uncle says the same thing too and didn’t bother getting me a gift, but he gave me and the rest of my studio friends money to spend on drinking tonight, haha!”

“Asato senpai you got me a gift?! I-I’m not being dramatic, you’re just being humble like always. Anyways, what did you get me?”

“Woah, little… Stars? Candies you made from fruits on the farm, huh? Man, you didn’t have to do that much for me…W-What? I’m not crying! Shut up! Fucking… Thank you! Now stop judging me with that look, please!”

“I’m fine, old man. Just a bit moved by Asato’s gift… Oh yeah, the pressure is on for you. It’s gonna be hard to beat out senpai’s gift when he put so much thought into it!”

“Woah, this is an amazing light decoration! It’s a simple triangle shape, but it’s filled with little glowing figures… Are those firefly squids? Kensaku this is…! Huh? Look underneath…Oh, that’s why you wanted to get in touch with my uncle. Geez, I gotta thank both of you huh? Yeah I like it! Still doesn’t beat out Asato’s present, but it’s a close second. Thanks, Ken.”

Asato Lines:

“Happy birthday, Yano. You don’t need to shout so dramatically… Here, take this gift.”

“They’re candies gramma and I made from the fruit we harvested in the fall. I spent the time to make them into little stars…I noticed you like looking at them whenever it’s nighttime, so I thought you’d like it, maybe. Some are alcohol-flavored thanks to gramma, so watch out… Yano, you’re crying. Yeah, look. Tears. I’m happy, I think, that you like them. Enjoy them.”

Kensaku Lines:

“Aw, look at how little Yan-Yan is sobbing over his gift. Get moved to it, I got you a gift too! Yeah, it’s going to be hard to beat Asato-kun’s gift, but hey, I tried! Now take it already, you little crybaby!”

“Mhm. Had it specially made by someone we both know. You should check the bottom of the sculpture. Yup, I couldn’t ask you, so I had to ask the next best craftsman I know to help me make this gift. You better give your thanks to him young man. Hey, I’ll gladly take second place. Asato-kun is your best friend anyways. Hm? Oh, it’s no problem Yano. What are teammates for, if not to give each other gifts!”

[chidoroki]

Tokyo Revengers S2EP6

aka: season’s beatings!!!

Oh Hakkai lookin’ kinda nice in the Black Dragon uniform though.

Inui and Koko take control over the gang while Taiju is away at church huh? That could either be really good or really bad for our plan.

Yuzuha just chilling at home.. and getting a suspicious text? Should I be worried?

Ahh dunno what promise they’re talking about but I love how the umbrella hid Koko’s eyes in that scene.

Look at my boy Chifuyu walking all serious and confident.

Good lord, he was so violent back in the day, and to his own Toman men! Who hurt you sweetie?

Aaaahh Baji!! I wasn’t prepared to see him during this flashback!! God he looks amazing.

Aw dude come on, I know Chifuyu was being rough but do ya gotta beat some sense into him like that? Gives me Valhalla vibes all over again.

My boy looked up to his captain so much it hurts aahh.

For a dude who respected no one but Baji to now seeing him put that trust into Takemichi is something else man. I’m proud.

Even giving him Baji’s sash.. what a wonderful moment between the two of them.

That is kinda crazy: a big fight coming up and the only people we can trust in Toman are the two new captains we have great dislike for.

Time to put your talk-no-jutsu skills to the test Takemichi.

Ah shit, if Taiju is walking in now does that mean the three outside were completely knocked out already?

OH! Kisaki and Hanma just decided to beat up and tie Chifuyu up!! You damn bastards! Knew you two were up to something! Still dunno what they could gain from this, but fuck! At least it looks like Chifuyu managed to get a couple hits on Hanma.

“Oh, well. I guess the Hanmas team is through.” I hate how I’m still fond of you after you just betrayed my boy like that.

They really just did all that for fun.. well damn.

Hakkai I know you got a hell of a lot of anger inside you, but there’s no way you thought simply charging at Taiju with a knife was gonna do the trick right?

At least Takemichi figured out Kisaki and Hanma betrayed him.. and yeah Taiju isn’t dead at the moment, but I don’t think Hakkai getting strangled is the perfect way to think the mission is complete.

Oh Takemichi this man is gonna knock your lights out for sure.

What do you mean this is only 50% of his power?? And Taiju claims that he punched him with 30% when they first met? Oh our crybaby hero is gonna die.

Um Yuzuha??? What!? No fucking way, she’s the one who stabs Taiju?? Holy shit girl! Right in the back too.

Wait, hold up, pause, stop. This man, who was just fucking stabbed, has enough strength to pick up an entire damn church bench with one hand, lift the whole thing over his shoulder and throw it?? Hello???

I.. huh? She heard about this whole plan from Kisaki? So I did have reason to worry! But why? What’s happening I’m so lost at whatever this dude is planning. Unless he just did that for shits and giggles. Probably the reason to just add more drama and chaos.

Was it really Yuzuha who killed Taiju in the original timeline? Isn’t that different from what Kazutora said? I don’t remember weeks ago.

Oh okay, hello Taiju’s back with more tattoos. Hot damn.

So the wound is shallow because he had enough time to dodge due to Takemichi’s shout beforehand? Sure. Whatever makes sense I guess.

Many kudos for Yuzuha for standing up to this monster but I am so scared for her.

Can you not punch her across the damn church?? But goddamn am I impressed she’s at least still conscious after that hit!

“Dear Lord, why does God always put me through such ordeals?” Sir do pray tell how your life is so bad?

“Why must I kill my own beloved little sister?” You better fucking not man! I don’t care if you even have tears streaming down your face!

[zeeroweenies]

yuuji with a breeding kink makes me 😩

you n me both babe😮‍💨

cw: breeding kink ; dacryphilia ; a mating press ; light degradation ; snowballing ; tummy bulge ; a nonconsensual creampie ; yuuji’s ooc–

wc: 1K+

The sound of skin connecting with moans and loud huffs of breath is lost in the air, leaving nothing but the feeling of your pleasure in its absence as your boyfriend fucks himself into your cunt.

He has no mercy, almost ruthless in the way he fucks you. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum at this point, and what’s funny is he hasn’t even came once, leaving you in a puddle of pleasure that seems to never end even when you start crying.

“Y-Yuuji, Yuuji,” your voice cracks through his ear drums, the stickiness of sweat glistening on his forehead dripping onto your bare chest from just how hard he’s fucking you. “Yuuji, can’t take another one, please,”

The sight of your tears irritates him with a passion. They come in banks, flowing freely down your hot face and dampening your hot lashes that your hands cling to his face for safety, nails accidentally leaving marks from digging into the sides of his cheeks so roughly. The pain doesn’t bother him in the slightest, not when he’s about to cum, but your fucking whining is what sets him off.

“What’re you cryin’ for?” He snaps, noticing how a whine is followed on the receiving end of his harsh words, making him press your legs to your chest in an effort to plunge deeper into your cunt. “I’m not fucking you that hard, stop bein’ such a goddamn crybaby.”

The words that spew from his mouth are so mean, so mean that it has you tightening around his cock, and once again has you crying, “Yuuji—”

“Shut up or I’m gonna cum inside you.”

He’s stern. It makes your lids shoot open within a blink of an eye, terror evident across the expanse of your pretty features as your lashes flutter in disbelief. “You won’t.” A whimper tumbles from your lips, a fresh set of tears replacing the ones that were there before in their leave, clouding your vision so badly that you can barely make out the sight of Yuuji’s tall form towering right above you.

“I will, I hope I fuckin’ do. Gonna put a baby in you,” pants and breathless whispers fan against the plush of your lips and thick fingers stab into the fat of your thighs to pin them roughly to your chest. Using his free hand, Yuuji firmly presses it against the bulge of your tummy, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. “Right here.”

There was no way you could get pregnant at this point in your life, you haven’t even graduated college for Christ’s sake. Even with you being on the pill, birth control was a tricky fucker. There are two odds: you either end up pregnant or you don’t. It was a risk you weren’t willing to take. And the look on Yuuji’s face right now is intentional. Much different than the usual aloof smile spread across his handsome features, brows creased into one and using all the force in his god-given body to force his cock into your aching pussy that you’re sure he’s dead serious about knocking you up.

“Yuuji, p-pull out. Baby, y-you gotta, you can’t—” Two fingers force themselves past your mouth to press down on your tongue, a mix of spit and his digits muffling your moans. “God, shut the fuck up so I can cum in you.”

Another orgasm’s pulled from you before you have the chance to protest again, making your eyes roll back in bliss and nails clutch the sheets in an unsuccessful attempt to ground yourself with your boyfriend pummeling his way into you. Yuuji’s doing no better himself, he can barely even focus between your high pitched moans, breeding your cunt, and how tight you’re fucking squeezing him.

“Look at how this greedy fuckin’ cunt’s sucking me in, nasty fucking bitch.” He grunts, tossing his head back before it comes back down to meet you. “Still don’t want me to cum inside you?” The head shake you give him is fucked out, dried tear stains and spit covering your face with a barely audible no. It feels dirty, but oh so good.

“Liar.” He spits, “Funny how you’re saying no but this filthy cunt’s saying somethin’ else. Hear that?” He’s face to face with you, breath to breath, and all you can hear are the low sticky sounds of your pussy each time his pelvis connects with yours roughly.

You can’t help but let your eyes shut and mouth hang open, the furrowing on your brows telling Yuuji everything he needs to know with a sinister smirk making its way onto his face. “Yeah, you want it.”

It’s not long after when he’s finally doing what he said he would, dick pulsing and bottoming out inside your hole as he reaches his limit. Thick white ropes coming out in spurts and filling your tight cunt all the way up to the brim, his pupils blown wide and your breaths mingling before he slowly pulls out. Pop.

A weak groan falls past your lips, sticky and puffy lips of your cunt letting you know there’d probably be hell to pay for what Yuuji’s gone and done now. Oh well, serious actions have serious consequences.

You rise onto the backs of your elbows, watching the combination of your cum and his drip out of your hole and onto the sheets.

“You made a mess inside me,” you complain, making Yuuji roll his eyes from where you can see him slipping his shirt back on. “My legs are all sticky now, you’re such a meanie.”

He takes two fingers to where your pussy leaks his seed, gathering it up into one pile before popping into his mouth. “Yeah, whatever. Shut up and kiss me.” Four fingers press around your throat before Yuuji’s lips are connected with yours, his tongue and the taste of him mixing around in your tastebuds. Making you chase him for more with a tiny pout when he pulls away before tossing your leggings onto your head. “Where are you goin’?”

“We’re gonna go get a Plan B, can’t have you gettin’ pregnant on me, can I?”

🏷 @sunas-cumdump @icyoni @thouxanbanfaunii @sems-diarie @kageyamakock @naoyailoveu @uwubby-1 @strawbub @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @megumitodoroki @hybristophilaa @fiona782 @nanamislut @arieltheworldisamess @kloesklarity @imrisaluk @ereh-simp

[the-platonic-charms]

hi! for any of the mods, may i have hcs for miu, kokichi and byakuya with an s/o who's like mikan? (low self-esteem, sensitive, cries easily etc)

𝐌𝐈𝐔 𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐈

Heyo! I'm not sure if I wrote Byakuya correctly. But thank you for requesting,hope you have a nice day♡

⚜ Byakuya noticed how you were different from the others. Well, you were different enough for him to consider you his friend and later even partner. Different, since you were the one he cared about most.

⚜ But it wasn't only that. You were a lot more quiet than the other students, and more emotional.

⚜ He wanted to talk to you about it, but wasn't sure how to do it without hurting your feelings.

⚜ Eventually he gathered up the courage and the right composure. After talking to you, he realized it wasn't anything serious. But he couldn't help worrying, at least a little bit.

⚜ Togami knows that he isn't always nice, but he'd never want to make you feel bad. If you ever start crying next to him, he'll hug you and pat your head.

⚜ When you're having a low self-esteem he'll reassure you that you're an amazing person and how much you're important to him.

⚜ You two being together helps Byakuya become more empathetic and a better person, meanwhile you can gain some confidence.

♛ I feel like at first he'd call you a 'crybaby' and would tease or make fun of you (but he wouldn't go too far) . And then he caught feelings for you. Oh boy

♛ Suddenly he stopped making fun of you, and would tease you only a little bit. He'd always end the sentence with "Just kidding" or "It's a, lie ya know?"

♛ He wouldn't like to hurt your feelings, and seeing you cry makes him want to cry!

♛ Once you're in a relationship and Ouma sees you crying, he'll try to comfort you. It's not the best, but he's trying. He rubs your back and tells you that's it's going to be okay, and he's there for you.

♛ When you trip near him, Kokichi will try to catch you. Surprisingly, 9 out of 10 times he succeeds. How? No one knows...

♛ "Geez [Your Name] , you gotta be more careful!"

Oooh, you so clumsy girl! Gotta be more careful there Himiko.

♛ When he heard you say bad things about yourself, at first he thought it wasn't that serious. He jokingly agreed on some of them. It wasn't until he noticed how often you do it and how bad it actually is.

♛ "But why would you say that about yourself? I mean, you're the most super awesome person I know! And! You're dating the great supreme leader, Kokichi Ouma!"

♡ If it weren't for the fact that you're dating her, Miu would most likely make fun of you. But you're her amazing partner, who she'd never want to hurt or make sad.

♡ She's very protective of you. If someone were to make fun of you or just be a jerk, Miu would be getting ready to f i g h t

♡ "What the fuck did you just say, you little bitch? Say that to my face ya fuckin' virgin!"

♡ Then she turns to you, like nothing happened and tries to comfort you.

♡ "Hey, are you okay? Did that person hurt you? You can always tell me, you know? I'll smash the hell outta them for you."

♡ She just really loves you.

♡ Unfortunately, Iruma isn't the best at comforting people. But you can tell she tries.

♡ She'll try cheering you up by showing you some of her inventions.

♡ If you're feeling insecure about your looks, Miu will offer giving you a makeover and taking you out shopping with her. She's always complimenting you and giving you nicknames like 'gorgeous' 'hottie' etc.

[godwrecks]

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮

𝗣𝘁. 𝟮 - 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁

word count: 4.1k

tags; college au. angst. confession. fwb. drugs. fluff if you squint.

The first thing you registered was the light buzzing - no, vibrating of Suna’s phone. Much too dazed by your sleep, you didn’t wonder who was blowing up his messages this late at night. Raising up the sheets to shield your naked body from the cold, you tried to get some sleep, but Suna’s incessant tossing kept you from doing so.

You finally turned to him, eyes squinting at his illuminated face. “Why the fuck is your screen so bright?” You groaned and nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. He merely chuckled, quickly putting away the phone.

“Why so cranky, you just woke up,” despite speaking in hushed sentences, his voice still dripped with mocking. Suna placed his hand on your hip, and though it remained in its station for a few seconds, he soon started trailing his fingers along your waistline.

“Can you even call it waking up? I didn’t sleep at all,” he cocked his head at that, bringing you in closer to him. “I guess I’m at fault for that.”

You smiled quietly, clearing your head as much as possible to get a wink of sleep, though you knew he’d be up and going soon. It had been a few weeks since the...incident, if that’s what you could call it. Nothing changed, really, for better or for worse. Sometimes he was more careful around you, but your relationship was only good for sex. That’s what you had to remind yourself, right? But everything remaining the same was what bugged you. You knew better than to demand more because this was never meant to go past fuck buddies. And while he started coming to you slightly less high, sometimes even seemingly sober, you knew better than to get your hopes up.

With your head like this on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. Steady. Steady, while yours seemed to always mess up and skip around him. And yet with the slow rhythm of his heart, of his breathing, you surrendered to sleep.

When you woke up again, the sunlight was already rudely peeping past your curtains, and the other side of the bed was empty. Still adjusting to the light, you looked around the room slowly, filled with a strange relief when you found Suna dressing up.

“Practice?” You rubbed your eyes carefully, putting on a hoodie and wobbling when you stood up to reach him. He smiled arrogantly as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the mess he made of you.

“Yeah. I gotta stop to get something on the way, so I’m heading out now.” His voice was still raspy from sleeping, some of his locks awkwardly falling over his eyes.

Though you wanted to smile at the sight, you knew he was talking about his plug and picking up shit from him. It wasn’t that you judged him for smoking - if that had been your preference, you would’ve known better than to get involved. You and Suna started out as friends, and you had been good friends for a long time at that. Some of the boys on the team always smoked together, and you almost always happened to be there with a few other girls, sometimes even taking a hit you’d be offered. Some of those girls were flings you’d never see again, others were girlfriends. But you were just a friend at the time, not thinking much of the tall and laid-back middle blocker.

“Will you be there tonight? For the party, I mean,” he spoke casually, sitting down on sheets that now smelled like him. “I’m not too sure. I have an assignment due, and I have to be up early tomorrow,” he nodded from his place, tying his boots. You hadn’t been going to many parties lately. The semester nearly ending meant your workload was accumulating, which also meant seeing Suna less. It was at parties and gatherings that you really got to see him, anyway - he was always busy with volleyball and zooted out of his mind most nights he was free. Your thoughts were abruptly cut when you felt his lips press against your forehead, finding an apologetic smile when you looked up.

“You’re starting to bore me,” he joked, but it still made your smile falter. You wanted to give yourself a good slap; since when had you become such a crybaby?

“I’m gonna go now, don’t miss me too much,” Suna stood in the door, offering a charming wink.

“Bye, loser,” you smiled back before shutting the door right in his face.

You had tuned into your laptop to absorb every piece of information from the lecture, or at least try to, as you sat in the library. A quick glance at the clock told you it was nearly midnight. Surprisingly, the library was open all night for students to study - go figure, maybe they guessed most procrastinate until the night thereof. You were taking a few sips from your drink when your phone lit up for an incoming call.

“Rin?” You spoke quietly, not bothering to decipher what the background noise was on his end.

“Baby! You picked up,” his voice was lighter than usual, a mixture of sweetness and relaxation. Suna was the type to become touchy when he was intoxicated, whether by alcohol or drugs. His hands wandered everywhere and he became extremely affectionate, even cuddly, though it was mostly him grabbing your ass. You had only ever seen it for yourself; it was what he did when you were around, and you didn’t have the heart to ask what he did, or who he did it with, when you were absent.

“What’s up?” You let out a sigh as you leaned back in your chair, fingers toying with the straw of your cup.

“I wanna see you,” he spoke and you guessed he had walked out of whatever room he was in.

“I’m studying right now. I told you, remember?”

“Mm, yeah, yeah, you did,” Suna grumbled before a sharp noise echoed through the line, followed by a curse.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just knocked some shit over. Anyways, come on, just take a break.” You took in a sharp breath, wanting to knock your head against the wall. You knew when to say no, but when it came to him that never meant it was easy.

“I really can’t, Rin. If you just want a girl all over you, call someone else,” you flinched at your own tone, stupefied by the coldness of it.

Whilst you were pondering the source of your sudden anger, Suna was chuckling, probably shaking his head. “Hey, hey, where’s that coming from?”

“Well, I’m just giving you a disclaimer. I’d love to be there, but my grade for this class is desperately crying for help,” you laughed, hoping to cover up whatever that had been.

“So what? I just call someone else?”

“If that’s what you want right now,” you frowned, a detestable panic rushing through you. It was so stupid to even suggest so in the first place, what were you hoping to accomplish? Maybe you just wanted to check for yourself what happened when you weren’t there to satisfy him.

“Unfair, much?” He sighed, and you wished you were facing him right now, if only to catch a glimpse of what goes through his mind.

“How?” You ventured with a gulp, heart pounding against its cage.

“You’re the only girl who doesn’t sober me up,” your stomach twisted onto itself at the smirk on his voice. You felt sick yet couldn’t point down the reason why - there were several. You being foolish enough to even think of this fact as a confession, him only calling you because he just wanted his high to last. Was he using you? The thought raced through your mind, along with a few scenes of you laying next to him.

“Hey,” he blurted out seriously. Between you only remained the loudest silence you had heard.

“Hey,” you were utterly breathless, struggling for air as your lungs closed up and rebelled against your will. You wondered if this was truly so shocking. While you were in the back of his hair, this fear was always forced to the back of your mind. You had knowingly mistaken every moment for more than it was.

“Are you o-”

“I need to go, actually. I’m still at the library, so I should head home. Have fun, yeah?”

Before he could even reply, you ended the call, gripping your phone so tightly that your knuckles went white.

The ride to your apartment was loathsome, to say the least. Not even the loud music could keep you away from your thoughts long enough. You turned the engine off and made your way to the elevator. In the process of searching through your backpack, your phone almost slipped from your hands when you jumped in surprise, startled at the arm sticking through the closing doors.

Your heart dropped when they opened up to reveal a panting Suna staring right through you.

“Rin, what are you doing here?” You stammered when he pressed the button to your floor, nearing your figure.

“I came here to see you,” he was still slightly out of breath, eyes scanning you as if they were searching for something. Had he run for so long?

You took a look at your handwatch and cringed. It was late, but not late enough for him to come knock at your door.

“Thought you’d be busy until later,” you replied dryly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, well, change of plans.” His sleazy eyes never left you, and you regretted not taking the stairs.

“I’m sorry I made you come all the way here, but you should go-” You stared at the hand wrapped around your wrist that pulled you closer until you stumbled forward.

“Don’t do that.”

You chuckled viciously, a sound that bruised him. “Sorry I’m not really in the mood to have sex right now.”

“You know that’s not what I’m here for.” Suna started to be visibly frustrated, or at least you thought so by the strength with which he was gripping the pole behind you.

“Then why are you here? That’s all we’ve ever done, Suna,” the name rolled off your tongue awkwardly, and as distasteful as it was for you, his flinch made it clear that he disliked it even more. The elevator doors opened and you walked out, straight to your apartment with the hopes that he’d stay behind.

“Oh, so now we’re back to the last-name basis?” You felt him right behind you, his heavy breathing audible.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You half-assed the apology as you struggled with your keys, the slight shake in your hands slowing you down.

After stepping inside, you turned just in time to see his shake head.

“Why are you being like this all of a sudden?”

Your eyes rolled back at his indifference. How could he be so dense? Was he feigning innocence like this was a game to the both of you? It may have been for him, but not for you.

“I don’t know!” A step towards him and you were already too close. You felt claustrophobic from the way he hovered above you. “Maybe because I feel fucking stupid? I know there’s nothing between us, I’m well aware,” the laugh that formed in your throat was bitter, yet it didn’t compare to the tightening of your chest. “But this just isn’t what I want anymore.”

Suna looked at you as if you had gone insane, unaware of the slight craze in his amber eyes. “What do you want?” He grabbed onto the door, stepping forward until he had cleared his way inside.

“Not this, not whatever you want out of me.”

The grin on his face, unlike his usual striking ones, branded an emotion he had never worn before. “Which is?”

“Making you cum while you’re high, apparently,” you sneered back, tearing his hand away from the door.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” Suna gritted through his teeth, slamming the door shut. You groaned, debating how hard you would have to smack his head with your backpack to give him a concussion.

“Oh, am I? You said so yourself.”

“You’re twisting my words,” he pointed his finger at you accusingly, fuming with every breath.

“How so?” This time you didn’t back off. Instead, you hit his chest, resisting the urge to claw at it so he’d at least keep a distance. “If you care to explain, go right ahead!”

“I never said that’s all I want,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to keep calm, which was turning out difficult for the both of you.

“Right, because only seeing you after you've smoked wasn’t enough of a message. I don’t even see you throughout the day!”

“How is that only my fault? You never told me you wanted something else, and you were as happy to fuck as I was whenever I knocked on your door.” You could only scoff at his words, amazed he could even dare to try and blame you.

“You know damn well this isn’t on me. I'm not the unavailable one, I'm not the one that's always gone until it's convenient. I'm not the one who barges in and acts like they own me, or did you forget about that already?” You had begun to scream out without realizing, but the rage you felt burning through the cracks of your heart was urging to be released.

Suna stood there quietly, staring at you with distant eyes, like he was too busy making sense of his own thoughts to even mind yours. When the clock ticked away and he had still not spoken a word, you inhaled, bracing yourself.

“Listen, this was nice. And I’d like to stay as a friend, so let’s just leave it at this. If you had plainly admitted that all you ever wanted was sex, I would’be been slightly better now.” The words were calculated and detached as you held onto the sleeves of your cardigan.

“You’re not fucking getting it, it’s not just the sex that I want,” Suna finally mumbled, but your hand was already placed on the knob.

“Well it's all you ever cared to ask for.” You opened the door and stepped away, unable to look anywhere but at the floor.

“When I said I didn't wanna leave you, I didn't mean- I meant…” each word was a separate struggle, and you lacked the strength to bear it any longer.

“What did you mean, Rintaro?” You only offered a tired smile as he stood there once again like a fish out of water. A silent challenge he never took on.

It only took you a few seconds to decide to push him from behind towards the door. You were angry, and heartbroken, and definitely not okay, but something like this was not worth losing him over. Despite everything, he had been a great friend before.

“Have a good night,” and with that, you spelled away the image of the tall brunette you came to adore.

You were still dripping from your long shower, the robe you wore doing little to collect the water before it hit the floor. It was early afternoon, not even 24 hours after the fight, yet it felt like an eternity had passed. You hadn’t heard from Suna at all, and a part of you wondered if you would soon or if he would disappear for a while. Shaking the thoughts away, you walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink when the doorbell rang. You frowned, scrambling your brain for anything your friends had said about coming over, but you were sure none had the plans to visit. The moment you opened the door, the scent of musk and ginger washed over you.

“Please don’t shut the door on me, you seem to have taken a liking to it,” he blabbered out as soon as your eyes met. You hesitated, shifting your weight on your feet.

“What are you doing here?”

“Give me a chance?” You frowned, scanning his face for ulterior motives but all you found was honesty. Despite it, your stomach sank at the sight. Though you didn’t know if you had wanted to see him or not, you wouldn’t have imagined it would be this hard.

“Rin, really, what are you-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too bewildered to properly speak. Another glance at his face told you he was sober - he even looked more put together than he usually did, though it looked like his volleyball uniform was under his outerwear.

“For someone who was so upset, you should at least give me the opportunity,” he joked tediously, ignoring the dense air that had formed between you two.

His smile was rueful, and genuine from what you could see. “Just...let me do this properly. Dress up and let’s go to my game,” he announced, hints of timidity teetering his voice.

You simply gazed at him, lips forming a thin line. “What are you doing? Just- what are you planning?”

“Nothing!” He swallowed down, raising up the hand that was holding two bags. You raised an eyebrow at it, unamused. “Here, I got you something.”

Receiving it from his cold hands, you looked carefully into it before digging through it. “You’re joking,” you hissed, dangling the pink lingerie in front of his face.

He was smug, toying with you for his pleasure as always. You would have too if you had not been in this situation.

“It was a joke. That’s not...really what,” he quickly delved into the other bag, holding out a small, black box. You surveyed it before cocking your head, taking it from him and opening it. The necklace inside was pretty - beautiful, actually. But you didn’t want his money, you wanted him, which was likely a harder request. “It’s not gifts that I want, Rin,” you sighed, now painfully aware that he would never be something you could predict.

“I know that, angel. But I never treated you, or did something nice for you, and most guys do with, you know,” he trailed off, eyes darting away from your face.

“My problem is you only calling me when you’re high. That issue won’t be solved with gifts,” you massaged your temple, slowly becoming a mess as you tried to put the pieces together and figure out what he was doing.

“I’m not a damn addict, princess. It’s not all I fucking care about,” Suna swore as he leaned against the door frame.

“I know that! I never said you were, but you can’t just go from only giving me that to acting as if you actually want us to be something more. So tell me, how am I supposed to feel?” Though your voice nearly broke, you held onto the door - determined to at least stand your ground. You had been clear with him. You had specified you couldn’t do this anymore, so the least he could do is respect that.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, glimmering ever so briefly that you wondered if the change had been a figment of your imagination. “Listen— I've never,” his chest trembled with a breath before he continued. “I've never been in love with someone, alright? I don’t know how it fucking feels, and that was the last thing I planned on doing. And don’t get me wrong, I was hooked on you from the very beginning. But then suddenly you're the only person I’m attracted to,” Suna’s voice was uncharacteristically weak, threatening to crack at any moment. “And believe me it wasn’t for lack of trying, because while my dick was inside someone else, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see you. And I didn’t- I don’t know how to process that, all that you fucking make me feel. I don’t even know if I want to process it at all, if I’m being sincere.” His lips lifted into a pained smile that didn’t reach his tormented eyes. “But when you ended that call, you sounded so hurt I panicked. And I don't have a plan, and I'm rambling, and this is probably the most I’ve ever said at once, but if I know something, it’s that I can't let it end here,” his throat bobbed but his steps to you were resolute. You almost turned away when his hands cupped your cheek, spanning the skin delicately.

You couldn’t find your voice for all it was worth. It was hard to tell whether your brain was working faster than your heart.

“You say that, but,” you jerked when you felt a tear trickling down your cheek. Suna’s fingers stuttered undecidedly, but his thumb wiped away the salty trail. “Assuming you truly felt that way, you never acted on it. Actually, you acted very differently,” you hiccuped, biting the inside of your cheek in shame.

“You want me to be honest with you? I feel like such a mess around you, like I might explode. It’s easier to deal with that in certain situations. Hence me restricting our time with each other to me being high,” Suna murmured, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was scared all the good I’d ever do for you is a nice fuck. What if that’s all I get until I mess up? You’ve got it so together and I’m here, not even able to talk about my stupid feelings.”

You gaped at his pale face: the beautiful carving of his features, the slight quavering of his bottom lip, the long eyelashes framing half-mast eyes.

“You mean that?”

He laughed at your simple question, likely expecting more after everything he had let out. You wanted to give him more, but you were unable to, still trapped in your fear that it would all be fake.

“I do. And I’m sure it can’t just be me who feels like this.” With a look at you, he pinched your cheek gently, looking for an answer.

“It’s not just you. Obviously,” you grumbled disapprovingly. It was pretty obvious to you, but he still smiled sweetly, the frenzy in his face slowly fading.

“I’ll probably miserably fail, but I at least wanna try. I wanna do this — with you. So please let me. And if it’s not enough for you even after that, then I won’t waste your time anymore. But give me the chance.” His hands lowered to your jaw and neck while he spoke the words, forcing you into a retreat.

“Rin, do you even know how relationships work?” You scoffed, quirking your eyebrows at the boy.

“Yes. No. In theory?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. He really was awfully cute sometimes.

You eyed his waist, reluctantly deciding to wrap your arms around it with a heavy sigh. “I’ll probably regret this and get my heart broken.”

“Hopefully it’s not your heart that gets broken,” Rin quickly added, looking down at your body with a sneaky grin. You glared at him, hiding away the smile on your lips.

“You know we have to like- go on dates. During the day and all?”

He nodded like this was a work interview and he was expecting the question.

“Okay, so get ready. Let’s go to my game,” he signaled over to your room given your bathrobe, but you could only stare at him cautiously.

“I mean it. Come cheer for me,” Rin leaned down to you with the whisper, reaching your eye level. You nodded, rushing to get dressed once he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You know,” he started off casually, grabbing your hand. “I might’ve cried if you hadn’t come back with me.”

“Oh, really?” You smirked at him, curiosity filling you.

Swiftly noticing your mood shift, he explained. “Well I talked to some friends...for advice, or whatever. So if I had showed back alone, those two jerks would’ve never let me hear the end of it.”

He squeezed your hand as laughter soared through you, your free hand traveling to your abdomen when it began hurting. “Seriously?” You added when you managed to control the laughter, gaining a glare from Suna.

“Seriously.”

When your eyes had returned to the road ahead of you, he lifted your intertwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your palm.

“I’ll do this, so just don’t complain anymore okay?”

This was so long??? If you actually read all of it, THANK YOU LMAO. also sorry for the weird spaces sometimes, i like writing in docs so i don’t lose anything aha so it b weird sometimes idky. okay yeah thank you !!

art credit: damnzucoyy on tiktok

[missallsundaes]

Can I get headcannons on the types of partners the straw hats would want to date? Thank you!

Chopper is baby so I'm not including him x

Otherwise YES let’s go!!!

Luffy

If you can’t make Luffy laugh, you’re not his type. Point Blank.

Needs someone with a HUGE sense of adventure, this is the future king of the pirates we are talking about.

I headcanon Luffy as aro/ace so he is big on platonic love and loyalty above anything else. You gotta be cool with platonic dating bc you’re probably not gonna get much else from him.

Gotta love his friends as much as he does.

Can you cook? YES: Definitely his type. More food the better.

Zoro

I think he would like someone based on their merit and morale more than looks or anything like that.

A drinking partner would be nice, or at least keep him company while he drinks.

Can’t handle a crybaby. He can’t deal with it because he’s too blunt. Not that he doesn’t care just that well. He’s not the best at comforting someone who’s crying.

He’s pretty versatile, I think he would work well both with someone who is more reserved or someone with a hot temper. He is adaptable in dating situations. Though don’t be upset if he walks away from a big fight because that’s way too much to deal with.

Nami

I headcanon Nami as a lesbian but like. Not above using men for money or a free meal. Gotta do what ya gotta do to survive.

I saw a tiktok of someone in a marina yelling “I’m looking for a sugar daddy with a BOAT” and I can’t stop thinking about Nami. It’s perfect. That’s what I mean

But seriously Nami is a big dreamer who needs someone to be the wind in her sails… no pun intended.

Someone FUN. A shopping buddy or someone who likes to dress up with her for fun. Brunch dates are a must.

Can’t deal with anyone clingy, I think she’s probably afraid of real commitment, but once she falls for you she would be ride or die for you.

Usopp

I think Usopp’s love language is gift giving. He’ll bring you little trinkets, flowers, even cool rocks if he thinks you would appreciate them. Anything that reminds him of his partner makes him happy.

He needs someone who could see through his bullshit and understand if something was really upsetting him. Someone empathetic enough to ignore the little white lies and knows that he wouldn’t ever lie to hurt them.

Literally if you are his personal cheerleader he would fall for you so fast. Boy needs a support network who believes in him.

He’s attracted to other creative people! Draw with him, cuddle up and make up stories together, sing stupid little song with him in the crows nest. He’d loved it.

He’s a sucker for someone with a beautiful smile and a cute laugh.

Sanji

LISTEN this boy is girl crazy but I also think he is in denial about being a bisexual.

I headcanon Sanji as bi and trans masc. (I won’t write him trans unless asked but like that’s my fav Sanji headcanon.)

This boy is chock full of the trauma™ and needs a really supportive partner because if you’re more than a one night stand, he’d probably end up in tears talking about his past with you. Someone empathetic and understanding is a must.

Can you cook? Yes: Cook with him! He would love to have a hand from the one he loved in the kitchen.

Really flirty when he’s single, but if he gets hit ON he gets flustered and fumbles over his words and probably nosebleed-y. Easy catch after that.

Even though he’s so flirty, if he was in a serious relationship all of that energy would be devoted to his partner. Though if you were open and comfortable he’d love a relationship where you would both be like “whoa check out that girl she’s fiiiiiiine.”

Robin

Either academic types or dumbasses. No inbetween.

“You’re stupid: I like that in a Man.”

I see her as bisexual or pansexual. She wouldn’t really care about anything physical, just who you are and how you treat people.

Someone to balance her would be nice.

Needs someone who would hype her up but also be there for her if she had bad flashbacks because of PTSD from her childhood trauma.

Someone with a sense of humor to compliment her own dark humor (or at least laugh at it) would be the key to her heart.

Loves a library or cafe date. Sit quietly, have a drink, and be together quietly in each other’s presence.

Franky

He’s the friend group’s token cis straight. But he fucking loves his crew and they are all supported by this huge beautiful ally.

Acts like a himbo but then does complex engineering science in the same sentence.

Needs someone intellectual or he’d get bored.

Prefers a smaller partner (not hard with his stature, tbh) Loves to give a piggyback ride or pick his partner up bridal style.

He looks for someone loyal. He needs the tight knit relationship in his life.

Someone who would match his energy would flow well, he has so much and either needs that energy matched or calmed.

Brook

Listen, this flirt is a flirt and he knows that he’s suave.

Definitely pansexual, though he can’t derive much pleasure out of sexual interactions himself, he would be up for pleasing a partner.

Loves someone who knows their music. Sing with him, write music with him, or play an instrument and have a jam session. That’s his all time favorite date.

Wants more than a groupie in his life, though he’s afraid of falling for someone and watching them die because he outlives them. (I’m sorry for this angst in the middle of all the fluff but it KILLs ME)

Must love animals (especially whales).

Loves an extrovert. He wants to go out and DO things, and wouldn’t work well with someone who wanted to be at home all the time.

[abbatoirablaze]

Bringing Home The Gold, Chapter 4

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings:  manipulation, jealousy, mentions of smut, drugging, underage drinking (18 year olds)

He didn’t even place. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing that every time Lance saw you with Andretti it messed with him.  Every kiss and flirty glance.  How Andretti blew you a kiss before he started. Everything. 

And when Andretti won the gold in both events, Lance was livid.  The self-proclaimed god of gymnastics was forgotten by interviewers as they rushed to see Andretti and talk to him about claiming two golds consecutively for Russia. 

“I bet he bribed someone,” Lance growled angrily as he talked to some of the other Team USA teammates.  Hope tried to console him and he put a hand on her shoulder, “thanks babe…it’s sweet that you care so much.”

And of course, she preened at the compliments. 

“Aren’t you going to say anything, Jessi?” one of the guys asked.

“She won’t say anything bad about her little Russian boyfriend,” he sneered, stering the converation towards you, “would you, Jessi?  I bet you helped him.”

“How could I possibly help him, you asshole?”

“Jessi!”

You raised your brow at Hope, “What?”

“At least show a little compassion.”

“Jake and Tyler didn’t place either, and we aren’t babying them.”

Reed rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall, “I think Jessi’s right, Lance.  You’re overreacting.”

“You got the silver in the bars and bronze in the rings…”

“Yeah.  And I know that Andretti did better than me.  And so did Wei.  You didn’t do better than either of them.  Or me,” he reasoned, “the judgement call was right, so get over yourself and stop crying about it Tucker.  We still have horizontal bars and the vault in the next few days before we get a break.  We need to refocus.”

“Go fuck yourself, Reed.”

“He was being such a crybaby,” you laughed to Casey, “I mean, I get it, I guess.  Not placing sucks, but the other guys didn’t place…and they were all trying to ride his cock.”

“All of them?”

You frowned, knowing that you had just accidentally admitted that the other girls on the team were now trying to get into Lance’s pants as well. 

“Shit…Casey…I-“

“It’s fine...I guess,” she muttered, “I mean…it’s not like he’s my boyfriend anymore.”

“He’s a disgusting pig,” you said quickly, “I wouldn’t ever do that to you…you know that, right?”

“Right.”

“But I do want you to meet someone tomorrow…”

“The Russian?”

“He’s really great, Case…he-“

“Are you forgetting about destroying Lance, Jess?”

“What?” you asked, “What are you talking about?  Of course not.  We’re going to take that asshole down.  I ju-“

“It just seems like you’re so focused on this Andretti guy…”

“I think he might be the one, Case.”

“We’re eighteen, Jessi…I’m sure your ‘the one’ isn’t some Russian gymnast.”

“You thought your one was Lance.” You froze, silently slapping yourself mentally.  The words had come out way faster than you thought they would, and you didn’t have time to process them before they had slipped out, “Case…I-“

“It’s fine,” she mumbled, her voice sounding a lot more sad, “I-I gotta go.  Mom and dad want to go out and see the city more.  I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

Before you could answer, she’d hung up and you were left over the dead air. 

“She thinks I lost focus,” you admit softly to Andretti.  He frowned and wrapped his arms around you, “am I a bad friend?”

“You’re not a bad friend, moya kukla,” he said with a shake of his head, “you are focusing on the Olympics.  You pulled your third gold medal out of nowhere…I’m proud of you.”

You gave him a soft smile, “I-I followed your advice for my routine…”

“I noticed.”

“Andretti?” you asked.  He pulled away enough to look into your eyes, “she didn’t even come find me after the event…she rejected my calls…I’ve got three gold medals and I can’t even get my best friend to return my calls.”

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“That won’t help,” you sighed, “she thinks you’re the problem.  She thinks I won’t destroy Lance because my heart is with you.”

He bit his lip, “your heart is with me?”

“Okay…don’t laugh,” you warned as you playfully hit his chest, “I-I just feel something with you, alright?  You’re more important to me than the medals I won…”

“I feel things for you too, my little doll.”

“Is that why you told the Russian interviewer you were my boyfriend?”

He smiled, “you don’t know Russian.”

“Ivana told me,” you smiled as you bit your lip, “said that you told the interviewer that it didn’t matter who won to you, whether it was me or Ivana, because you have found your girlfriend at the Olympics, so it’s either your country or your heart that has the gold.”

“You remembered all that, huh?”

“Memory like a steel trap.”

“Well, Miss. Steel trap what do you say that we take care of you immature problem once and for all, and make your friend happy by the time the Olympics end?”

“How am I going to do that?”

“Do you trust me, moya kukla?”

Your heart raced as you knocked on the adjoining doors.  There was a silence on the other side that had been there for the better part of an hour since Lance had gotten back from the event and you were suddenly doubting whether or not he’d actually been in there.

You knocked again. 

“Fuck off, cunt!”

“I’m sorry about today.”

“I said fuck off!”

“I want to make it right, Lance…”

You swallowed, nervous at how silent the room was.  And then you heard his footsteps padding over to the door.  When he opened it, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you.  You were scantily clad in nothing but a lacey lingerie set, a bottle of cheap booze in your hand.  Lance’s brow raised at you, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“What happened to your Russian boy toy?”

“You were right,” you pouted, exaggerating your sigh as you looked to the gymnast.  He gave you a blank look and you turned away, cradling the bottle, “I-I’m sorry…it was stupid to bother you…I just…I thought we could drown our sorrows together.  You know…after what happened today.”

“Your little Russian soldier dump your uptight ass once he got enough golds under his belt?”

You nodded, adding a sniffle in for good measure, “Yeah…said that Ivana was more adventurous…I just…I don’t know a lot about that stuff, and it makes me nervous...if I'm being honest...I'm still a virgin.”

Lance took a few steps into your room. His eyes narrowed at you, "that other night...I heard you."

"We faked it. I was jealous that you were sleeping with another girl when I knew it should be me," you admitted. You felt his hand trace down your curves and he squeezed your ass from behind you.  You fought the urge to cringe, instead choosing to turn to face him, "L-Lance."

"Just need a bit of practice," he encouraged, "nothing to be ashamed of."

“Well, maybe…you could show me…”

Lance smirked, the smile stretching across his face as his hands trailed back up your chest. 

“Take a sip, baby,” he whispered, pulling the booze from you.  He tipped the bottle back and you let the warm amber liquid burn down your throat.  He poured a little too much for you to swallow and it rolled down your chin, between the swell of your breasts.  He was quick to lift you up, wrapping your legs around him with one hand as his tongue found the liquor, trailing back up your body until it reached your lips.  You shivered and let out a small moan.  He smiled, “you like that, baby? Like how my tongue traces those sexy little curves?”

You nodded and took the bottle from his hands, pouring some into his mouth.  He swallowed it with a groan and put the bottle on the night table.  Grabbing your hair, he pulled you towards himself in a kiss. 

You felt his erection through his tracksuit pants as he ground into you, his cock twitching against your lingerie.  Laying the two of you down his mouth quickly attacked your breasts, his tongue laving over the lace. 

“Wait!”

He looked at you, your nipple partially sucked into his mouth, “What is it?”

“I-I wanna go slow.”

He growled, rolling off of you, “I’m not here to waste my time, Jessi…if you’re gonna leave me here with blue balls by the end of the night, I’m not staying. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, you're a sexy little thing...but I'm sticking my dick in you if I stay.”

“No…no…I mean, I want to take care of you, Lance,” you purred, trying to get the two of you back on track.  He raised his brow once more and you ran your hand down his muscular chest, “let me give you a full body massage…with a happy ending…and then…maybe, if I’m a good enough girl…you’ll give me what I need.”

He took a deep breath, the smile reappearing on his lips, “and what do you need, sweetheart?”

“The god of gymnastics to fuck me so good I forget about that Russian piece of trash,” you purred, leaning in to kiss him once more.  He grinned and you straddled him, sliding your hands under his shirt to touch him.  You moaned, closing your eyes and began to pretend that he was Andretti, “you feel so good.  So strong…I wanna touch you, Lance…I wanna feel you inside of me, making me scream your name.”

“Yeah?” he asked.  You nodded sliding your hands back down his chest, dragging your nails down it. 

“Lance,” you moaned softly, grinding against him.  He grabbed your hips, his breathing getting more ragged, “Lance…let me take care of you.”

“Call me daddy,” he growled, guiding your hips along his erect length, “tell me how much better I am than that piece of garbage…”

“So much better,” you whimpered, leaning down to kiss him.  Reaching onto the table you slipped the pill into the bottle and then pulled him on top of you until it had dissolved.  When you knew you were in the clear you pulled away, tapping his chest, “you know what, sit up and unwind…let me take a shower to get the stench of him away from me…and then when I come back…I’m gonna give you everything…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you purred softly, your hand stroking his chin, “it’ll be a night you never forget, daddy.”

“Mmm,” he growled playfully, “keep making promises like that and I won’t pull out…we’ll have our very own Olympic bastard…that’ll show that fucking Russian…”

“Anything you want, Lance,” you purred, kissing his jaw.  He smiled, clearly happy with the fact that you were seemingly under his spell.  He picked up the bottle and took a large swig, “I’ll do it for you…”

“Daddy!” he corrected. 

You nodded, “sorry.  Anything you want, daddy.”

Chapter 5--The End

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @elbell20-blog

[auroracalisto]

flightless bird

requested?  yes, by @obxtotvdfcmg​

summary: the reader has been around for far much longer than the mikaelsons.  however, although she is an angel, she is missing her wings.  the mikaelsons don’t know too much.  hell, they’ve only known her for just a few years.  but when she is captured by a demon and the mikaelsons find her, the truth reveals all.

pairing: elijah x angel! female! reader

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: religious themes, angel! female! reader (i believe i only refer to the reader as having feminine pronouns twice, but please don’t hold me to that), angels and demons, not exactly biblical angels and demons, angels and demons with powers

a/n: writing things like this is so much fun.  ugh.  also... no... the title is not for that one song from the twilight soundtrack... what are you talking about?

Time seemed to stretch on longer than it ever had before, and that was saying a lot.  Being a two-thousand year old angel, you’ve spent a lot of time on Earth.  But here, right now, the scorched knife in your leg proved that time was just another messed up thing construed by your father.  Time went by faster when you weren’t counting on it—but now that you were wishing for it to be done and over, it seemed like it would never last.  

You should have never left the compound.  But you did.  You did, and now, you were sitting, tied to some iron chair with ancient runes that only angels and demons knew how to inscribe into anything.  And the demon standing in front of you made your blood run cold.  

You were a good angel.  You always did as you were told.  But when you lost your wings, that all went to Hell.  And it was all because of the demon who tore out the blade that had been in your thigh.  The heat cauterized your wound, but it wouldn’t have mattered.  You would have healed quickly.  

You clenched your jaw, staring in his direction.  “What am I doing here?”

He grinned and leaned forward, his hot breath in your face.  “You should know, you stupid guardian.  How dense are you?  Hanging around the Mikaelsons like they need your help.  Do you know how many times I’ve heard from their mother?  Crying like a little baby.”

“What do they have to do with you?  And my wings?  Why… why do you still have my wings, Kade?”

“Why would I get rid of them, angel?” he grinned, tilting his head at you.  “And they honestly don’t have anything to do with this.  It’s just fun to see you all riled up after all these years of hiding.  You really think getting away would have just made me stop searching for you?”

“They’ll find me, you know,” you said, ignoring him for the most part.  

The demon crossed his arms over his chest and he rolled his eyes.  “Right.  Because they’ll be looking for you.  They think you’re just some filthy human.”

“They think I’m a human because that’s all I allow them to see,” you quickly said, looking over at him.  “They smell human on me because you took my wings.  If I had them, I would never be able to fool them.”

“Alright, crybaby,” he breathed out, tossing his knife to the ground.  “I’ve gotta go make a couple calls,” he smacked your cheek roughly, grinning at you.  “You know, Hell and all.  Quite demanding, especially when they know I’ve been searching for you for years.”

“Go to Hell,” you glared at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Hm.  Out of all people, I thought you could do better.”

The demon, Kade, left soon after, taking what seemed to be hours.  You let your eyes close and you attempted to fall asleep.  Really, you knew that wouldn’t happen.  But squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could seemed like a better alternative than staring at everything that Kade had lined up for you.  

He kept you in the same room as the cabinet with your wings.  It made your heart wrench every time you looked at them.  How dare he do that to you?  You knew you had crossed him—but that had been a thousand years ago.  And now, you were friends with the Mikaelsons.  Of course, you only met them about five years ago.  In all of your time, you were surprised to have not met them sooner.  But you were glad you did.  

Elijah came to your mind as you sat there, wondering when Kade would be back.  He would keep you going.  You had to keep going, for him.  It’s not like this dumb demon could even kill you.  But it had been years since you saw him.  Anything could have happened between then and now.  

Kade came back in the room in the midst of your daydreaming.  His hand came down on the side of your face, immediately pulling you back to the now.  

He smirked as he looked down at you.  “You’re so pretty when you look like that, angel,” he said.  “It’s a shame that you’re gonna have to die—”

He was cut off by a loud bang and a shout from another demon outside the room.  Then there was the shouts of several people, followed by a couple demons most definitely dying.  The look on Kade’s face told you all that you needed to know.  

Kade clenched his jaw and he looked at you, staring you down for a moment.  

Before he could do much, the doors swung open.  Using his powers, Kade went from standing right in front of you to standing right beside the cabinet with your wings.  

At the doors stood Elijah, covered in demon blood.  You could smell it—it reeked of everything beastly in the world.  

You watched as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you.  You just shook your head.  “Elijah,” you spoke, tugging your wrists at the bonds that were still tied tightly around them.  “Just take care of Kade.”

Kade let out a laugh.  “You think your little Mikaelsons will do anything to save you?” 

He had a lighter in his hands.  

You looked over at him, your breath hitched in your throat.  

“I’ll burn your fucking wings and it’ll be the end of that.  No more having to watch over my fucking back.  You’ll be finished, Angel.”

“After all this time, Kade, and you still can’t make a fire with your powers?” you watched him closely, fighting back the tears that formed in your eyes.  

The demon would have attacked you.  That you knew, for sure.  But before he could even think of using the lighter to burn your wings, Elijah was in front of him, shoving him against the side of the cabinet.  He gripped at a piece of the wooden door and broke it off, the sharper piece going straight through the demon’s heart.  It would kill him.  You knew that.  But all you could think of was your wings, quite literally going crazy to get out of the cabinet.  

Where Elijah had knocked Kade into it, it knocked the wings loose.  And now, they were making their way back to you.  Elijah watched, in mild disarray, as you leaned forward, accepting the white wings as they easily attached to your shoulder blades.  It cut through the fabric of your shirt, something that you would have to worry about later.  And of course, you knew that you could use your powers to hide your wings, but Elijah didn’t know that.  However, you still couldn’t move.  The bonds around your wrists were inscripted with the same ancient runes that had been inscribed into your chair.  

Elijah wasted no time in rushing over to you, quickly untying the ropes.  He helped you to your feet, and immediately, the runes had no effect over you.  

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the vampire, burying your face in his chest.  He wanted to ask you so many questions… but he didn’t.  He just hugged you back, thankful that he had the love of his life with him once more.  

Klaus and Rebekah had come to the door, while Kol was still somewhere out in the hallway, killing another demon.  There had been so many of them.  

Rebekah froze behind Klaus, her eyes wide.  Klaus started to stare, but he came forwards instead of just standing by the doorway.  

“What the hell?” Klaus spoke, staring at your wings.  

Your cheeks burned as you pulled back from Elijah, sending a hesitant smile towards the Mikaelsons.  “He… that demon,” you pointed to the one that Elijah had killed.  “Had my wings.  Didn’t think I’d be very believable if I told you I was an angel.”

Elijah couldn’t help but laugh.  “Out of everything in this world, I do not believe being without wings would have prevented us from believing you, [Your name].”

This time, you couldn’t help your tears.  You smiled up at Elijah, relieved to be with him and to be reunited with the things that made you an angel after all these years.  Elijah leaned forward and kissed your forehead.  

“Come on.  Let’s get you home before any other… creature shows up again.”  

Elijah took ahold of your hand, looking over at Klaus and Rebekah.  “You two have to get Kol.  I’ll take her out to the car.” 

Rebekah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Not it.”

Klaus scoffed.  “Fine.  [Your name],” he looked over at you, his eyes softening.  “We are all glad you’re okay.  And… we have much to talk about when we get home.”

You just smiled, knowing that there was so much you felt comfortable telling them now that the part of you that had been missing for so long was now on your shoulders.  Hidden, of course, as you walked out into the world of human eyes, but there for you and your little group of vampires to know.  

[elaniverse]

Love me again

Pairing : Reader x Jungkook

Genre : Angst

Status : Ongoing

Warning : Mature content

Chapter 1

8:00 AM

The abruptly fresh sunlight hitting my face, I slowly blinked my eyes open and then quickly rushed in to do all my morning activities. I had a job interview at the night club, recently I've been doing multiple part times and this is going to be my third job in line.

I casually dressed myself because being fancily dressed was never my concern. I put on my white crop tee, black ripped skinny jeans under, a denim jacket and a converse to complete my overly look. I took the subway and entered the club and met the manager near the counter; Successfully after getting the job, the manager told me to start working right away.

After working for 2 hours nearly I saw a couple entering the bar with the man's hands around the girl's waist. The said man pulled the girl on top of his lap and they started making out. I never troubled myself with others business so I just casually ignored them and got busy with my job. I mean at this point it was a normal thing for me to encounter kids of my age sucking on e/o's face around the corner, Sucks to be me but Nevermind. While serving the booze to the already wasted folks I turned around to see the man from what I remember was dry humping on the half naked girl kept approaching towards my counter.

I must say the man was responsible for global warming perhaps, the hotness could legit set the room on fire. Straight off the bat I would have to say this man is hella attractive, his ripped torso was enough to make anyone drool over. Shaking away my thoughts,

"Sir, what do you like to have?" I asked.

"Are you on the menu?" He said, with the flirty smirk pasted on his face.

I looked at him for a solid 5 sec in utter disbelief, contemplating how to deal with the situation; as per my job I gotta behave formal with the customers. Not to mention my ill humor in the most inappropriate timing, " Sorry Sir, we don't practice cannibalism here." It came out right off but I wasn't sorry about it though. This man was surely trying to get into my pants. Shaking my head in disgust I looked away from him to continue taking orders. To my knowledge the man was quiet offended because of my ignorance; I let him be.

Suddenly a hand gripped on my wrist and dragged me away from the counter to the nearby restroom.

" what the fuck do you think you're doing you-" I gritted my teeth frustrated.

He shushed me with his finger on my lips, " Don't you think you're being a bit rude, babygirl." He whispered to me in the ears.

"DUDE! WHAT IN THE NAME OF JESUS ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? GET OFF ME." I slapped away his hands off me and tried to get away but he pulled me by the arms and the next thing I remember was being pinned down against the wall and him nuzzling into my neck; holding me tightly yet gently into his embrace. I was surprised to see how soft this man was; from what I see, he was too drunk to think straight. He started kissing down my neck; I panicked and I tried pushing him harder yet he didn't budge. He kept mumbling something, "Sarah, please don't leave, You won't leav-"

I pushed him off me finally with all my strength.

" Boi! If you don't stop, your girlfriend will surely leave you if she sees us like this."

I turned away to leave; I found the girl who was with him earlier; I dashed towards her to tell her to take his already wasted boyfriend back home. From what I saw she was already busy making out with some random guy.

Interesting, I thought. I felt two hands snaking around my waist gently back hugging me from behind, his chin tenderly placed on my shoulder; he snuggled into me.

"Dude you girlfriend is legit kis-" he cut me down with a shush.

" Do you mind, if I hold you like this for a bit? Please." He said

"I-". I couldn't seem to process the situation; I never seem to bother about other's business and a little skinship won't impregnate me (Sarcasm intended) so yeah! Have the time of your life.

Standing there for what felt like quite a while, he started sobbing.

" Wt-, You want me to carry you home or what?!" I spoke in frustration. I had enough of this grown ass crybaby.

He started clinging on to me.

"Aghhhh!! I swear to God, you're gonna regret this later."

"Take me home, I am tired." He spoke sluggishly

" What do you think of me as, Your Nanny??" Istg this man.

Not minutes after I saw the manager was passing through the restroom, " Ah! That's my knight in shining armour, SIRRR!!!" I yelled out like my life depends on it.

Soon after he saw me and rushed in to help me for what I guessed but-

" SIR!!! YOU ALRIGHT?!!" he started freaking out.

I mean, my shoulders are about to dislocate from carrying around this muscle pig and this man is worried about the wasted fellow instead, Great.

" Ah sir, would you mind helping me ou-"

" What are you doing, just drop him off to his apartment" He shouted at me, scribbling down the address and handing over it to me. I was heck confused, why me? He could have asked anyone else, whatever. He better pay me extra for making me do the sideline job.

I quickly gathered all my stuff; booked a cab and headed towards the aforementioned address. After reaching the apartment I quickly carried him out of the cab; had his limbs supported around my shoulders and me briefly holding onto his torso.

"This man is ripped af."

Getting into his apartment I lied him down on his king sized bed.

///Third person Pov///

Y/N was about to leave, she felt a strong grip holding her back; on looking back she found him fumbling, " please stay."

For an instance she was actually considering to stay with the stranger; being said she never had anyone to tell her if she could not leave but stay. Squatting down beside his bed she looked at him closely; his distress, his fear of being left alone, his heartbreak everything about him was painful. Never had she felt the emotion, never had she wanted to be this close to anyone, why now? Her heart is trembling seeing the stranger shedding tears for someone he dearly loved.

Everything was so new to her, she wondered if anyone would ever want her this dearly? If she was worthy of love?

Chapter 2 updated.

[fanfics-with-coffee]

Crybaby memories Ch. 3

Look at me, posting yet another chapter just a week after chapter 2 instead of months, I’m amazed at myself honestly.

Y/n finally returns to Japan after 10 years to finish her last year of the hero course at UA. But what she didn’t realize was that she would have to meet her old childhood friends and face her past, something she had left in Japan. And can Bakugou really make up for the mistake he regrets the most? Or maybe you’d do best to just forget about the explosive blonde.

Genre: Angst and fluff Pairing: Bakugou x reader Words: 4500~ 

Childhood friends AU

Ch.2 <- -> Ch.4

“Hey, Shinsou, that’s cheating!”

“It’s not cheating if it’s a game mechanic.”

The noise level in the dorm’s living room was rising by the second as the group currently playing finished their last lap on Mario Kart. As Sero passed the finish line in second place, he let his head fall back with a groan. Shinsou sat beside him with a satisfied smile, the switch controller comfortably in his hands. Jirou and Hagakure just took their loss with dignity and grace, congratulating Shinsou on his continued win streak.

“That’s pretty amazing. Five games in a row and not a single loss…” Jirou gave an exhausted smile while putting an arm on the backrest of the couch.

Most of the class had come together to play some Mario Kart to de-stress after the past three weeks of hard work and studying. Y/n had joined them, sitting on one of the “non-player” couches that had formed with glee as she watched her classmates play. What had begun as a friendly game of Mario Kart 8 was now a competition to see who could knock Shinsou from the pedestal he had built from his friends' losses. So far, no one had obviously succeeded and she wasn’t about to try. She’d barely played before and with the tension that had been built, it wasn’t exactly prime time to get her hands on a controller. Yet she had so far been the only one there who hadn’t played.

“Don’t you wanna try playing too, y/n?” Tsuyu leaned over the back of the couch y/n sat on, looking at her before looking back to the screen. At that point, a couple of other people also noticed that she had been sitting on the non-player couch since she had arrived. 

“I’m fine, it’s okay! I mean, I wouldn’t want to embarrass Shinsou like that after he’s been winning.” She teased, playfully sending Shinsou a pitiful glance. He just scoffed, sinking further down in his seat.

“You’re very welcome to try.” He knew she was just messing with him but the challenge was serious. A quiet laugh went around the room, making the competition even more enticing. The silence that came after as the party music played idly in the background was even worse, her classmates were waiting for y/n’s reply. She looked at Shinsou and pursed her lips, crossing her arms tightly.

“Hmmgh… Fine. I will try it, as a matter of fact.” She finally got up from her spot and Hagakure moved up from the player couch, the two exchanged seats and controllers. Y/n felt a hand on her shoulder reassuringly yet the invisible girl giggled a little on passing. She did not, in fact, feel reassured when she sat down. Everyone else got ready themselves, y/n praying that she had understood enough of the game to be able to put up somewhat of a fight.

Once the game counted down from 3, the cheering started once again. Some people were still excited to see Shinsou wipe the floor with the competition but a fair share of the other classmates were cheering on literally anyone other than the purple-haired man. And while Jirou had caught up in a second-place lead, y/n was lagging behind at a meekly 7th place and Sero stayed between being 3rd and 4th. It was kinda embarrassing if you thought about it, but y/n was luckily having a good time either way. Despite having to ask quite a few questions, often involving what had just hit her, the rest of the group was as supportive as ever. Mina had even taken to massaging y/n’s shoulders, pumping her up like a coach to their boxing champion in the ring. 

“Come on y/n! You can do this, loose and limber, loose and limber!” 

“Mina, I am in a car! I cannot be loose!”

“Just be limber then!”

In the end, Shinsou just put another win to his long list of victories as everyone groaned and sighed. Well apart from his supporters, like Denki, who just gave him a high five and cheered. Y/n leaned back in her seat, partially defeated but far from surprised. Despite that, she was smiling, putting her controller in her lap and looking towards the commotion besides her. She watched Jirou and Sero prodding at Shinsou, trying to get the secret to his wins out of him while Kaminari was trying to explain it to them despite him having lost to the guy earlier. But leaning a little forward, she saw someone else in the background, doing something in the kitchen that was situated in the corner. 

Bakugou. 

Her eyes followed him for just a moment, watching him get a glass of water. It hit her that he hadn’t been part of the game night at any point during the evening. Last time she had seen him was in class before he had most likely gone and hid in his room again. She pursed her lips, debating if she should call out to him or let him retreat. But she remembered something.

“Y/n you really suck at this, you’re lucky we didn’t bet anything or you’d go home empty handed!” Bakugou heckled the girl sitting besides him, leaning back against the side of his bed with a shit eating grin. The girl on the other hand was leaning forwards, frowning while her elbows were supported on his knees, the controller still gripped in her hands. His TV was situated on a short dresser, the gaming console placed on the ground in front of them.

“C’mon, once more! I was so close that time!” She said, looking back at him with determined eyes. The blonde boy had been winning all evening but y/n never gave up, she wanted to prove him and his bragging wrong. She always did, whenever he tried to outshine her she bit back, turning it into a near never ending competition. He just examined the girl's face, letting his eyes drift across her lips and big eyes. 

“Fine, one more time. But you really gotta learn this time y/n or you’ll fall behind again.”

Maybe, if anyone, Bakugou could knock down the reigning emperor of Mario Kart and free the people from his tyrannical grasp of the racing scene.

Bakugou had already filled his glass with water and drank it too by the time y/n decided to interrupt his evening. He placed the glass in the washing machine and turned around, giving the group of people a look as he’s about to head back up the stairs. But as he does, watching the scene unfold, he makes eye contact with the girl who has been shamelessly staring at him. He froze and suddenly a feeling of dread worked it’s way up his chest, a grin forming on the girls lips.

“Hey Bakugou!” The room went silent as y/n raised her voice to call out to the man on the other side of the dorm. People’s heads turned, confused but intrigued by why she had called out to him. “Come play with us.” She said simply, and yet the smile that was supposed to be innocent felt more malevolent than anything. If you had asked Bakugou.

The room waited for his answer with held breaths, she knew she had put him on the spot. She was enjoying the tough situation she had created but she wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t genuinely think that he might be the one who could win at least one game against Shinsou. He, on the other hand, felt his heart race. Not because she had asked, but because he wasn’t prepared. He had made it clear from when they first even started these game nights that he wasn’t going to take part. He had been baited into it once or twice but he had never made it a regular occurance and never when they asked him to play. He simply had more important things to get done rather than waste his time on shit that wouldn’t get him anywhere in the long run. He wasn’t a kid anymore.

“No.” He replied just as simply as she had asked, causing Shinsou to chuckle and flick through the game menus since he hadn’t believed that Bakugou would play from the beginning. But apparently the rest of the class wasn’t as quick to accept his answer, having caught on to y/n’s intentions.

“Come one, Bakugou! Just this once!” Kirishima was already halfway across the distance between the kitchen and the couch, clearly about to try and drag Bakugou with him. But the explosive blonde wouldn’t have any of it, getting ready to either smack his hands away or literally run back to his dorm room, you could see it in the way he placed his feet and furrowed his brows.

“You really think I’m going to sit here and listen to every idiot down here screaming over a fucking game? Hell no! You all sound like children!” He said loudly, dodging a grip from Kirishima with an easy side step, turning his body to now angrily walk away.

“Doesn’t he usually screm the most though?” Kaminari looked to the rest of the class with a confused face, not minding that Bakugou wouldn’t play. He was happily supporting Shinsou and his victory run ever since declaring himself manager over “team purple”. But everyone else ignored him, knowing they had to come up with something good to make Bakugou stay. Sero thought the quickest.

“We need you to win!” He yelled, climbing up to his knees and leaning over the back of the couch to try and make his voice reach Bakugou before he left. That seemed to make him stop but not turn around. Only his head twitches to the side to hear a little better. Luckily Midoriya followed Sero’s train of thoughts and also spoke up.

“It’s true! We’ve all tried and failed, you know? Shinsou has been crushing us all, you’re probably the only one who can win by now.” He had also stood up, riling up the rest of the class as they called out for somebody to help them. Bakugou thought about it for a second before turning around to look at the group, his arms crossed over his chest as it often was when he was undecided or unwilling. Midoriya looked at y/n who had started this whole thing, grabbing her arm gently but with urgency. She knew that she had to join in and rose from her seat, standing besides the other hero.

“We can’t do it, Bakugou! He’s just too good. I’ve only seen one other player who had been at his level and it’s… you!” She said with emphasis, looking him dead in the eyes. It was so overdramatic it almost hurt but that was kind of the point right now. And apparently it worked, Bakugou sighed and rolled his eyes but let his arms fall to his side. The soft sounds of his steps coming closer made everyone cheer and raise their arms.

“Holy crap, you guys really are losers. It’s just a fucking game. I’ll play once, but only to beat Shinsou and make you guy’s shut the hell up. Once I do, I’m leaving and I expect to not be disrupted ever again for this stupid shit.” He was swearing like a sailor, begrudgingly squeezing in between the couch and the table, grabbing the controller from Jirou who had stood up to switch. She passed by y/n and sat down on one of the empty cushion seats next to the couches, happy to finally get to watch others lose instead of losing.

Y/n hadn’t thought about the fact that Bakugou might sit next to her until he actually sat down in between her and Sero. Her eyes widened just a little and her breath got stuck in her throat when she felt his thigh pressing against hers, pushing her more into the corner as he got comfortable. And when he leaned back, his naked arm brushed roughly against her own before she shuffled into the corner even more. She really shouldn’t have reacted as strongly as she did, it wasn’t exactly weird to sit like this and she was almost just as close with Jirou. Yet the warmth he radiated made her own cheeks heat up if just slightly. She needed to get out of that situation before her embarrassment got any worse.

“Hey does anyone else wanna play, by the way? I’m fine with just watching again.” She stood up, trying to be casual as she held the controller in one hand and looked around to see if someone was about to change place with her. But before anyone could even open their mouth, a hand had already grabbed her arm and was pulling her back down on the couch.

“Oi, don’t you dare force me to play this dumb game and then just fucking leave. You’re playing too, dumbass.” Bakugou was absolutely blaming y/n for having called out to him and wasn’t about to let her get off the hook just because she didn’t want to play anymore. Not that he fully realized what he was doing to her right now, he was more focused on getting this done and over with. 

Y/n gasped as she was pulled back down on the comfy couch, the seat easily catching her. And despite the fact that Bakugou had been a little rough in saying it, people seemed to agree that she should play a little more since she had barely gotten the chance to. So with a “grateful” smile, she settled into her seat once more as Shinsou picked a couple tracks to play and started a cup.

The track appeared on screen, the countdown heard loud and clear in the now quiet room. Bakugou leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees, giving the screen his undivided attention. Y/n did something similar, putting her feet down on the ground as if it would help her keep her balance in game. Sero had relaxed a little, not too worried about winning or losing. Right now it wasn’t a competition against every other player, it was a team battle. 3 vs 1. And he had Bakugou on his side.

The signal went off and the cars sped away on the track, Shinsou taking the lead of the pack. But just as y/n had expected, Bakugou was right behind him. Herself, on the other hand, had missed the shot at the speed boost and was right now battling against the CPU’s who were surrounding her. Sero was at least making some space between him and the clung of people crashing their cars together at the start. 

It didn’t take long before people noticed that Bakugou actually could have a chance at this. Most had been at least a little uncertain about his abilities as a Mario kart racer, they hadn’t seen him play basically anything. But y/n knew that racing games had been his favourite game to play whenever she came over, often blabbering on and on about all the secrets he knew about whatever new or old game he had decided they were going to compete in that day. And after almost every new thing he told her excitedly, he asked “did ya know that? Betcha didn’t.” he had always been so proud. So now when he was faced with a challenge, y/n sitting next to him, he had to prove how right he was and always had been. 

“HEY, who the hell left a banana peel right on the landing ramp?!”

Shinsou snickered at the outburst, obviously amused that his scheme had worked but he had been a lot less casual during this second, going on third lap around the track. He had absolutely been one of the people who had doubted the blondes abilities but as soon as he realized he wasn’t up against any ordinary casual player, he had upped his focus. It did manage to keep him in lead, if just barely. He had once or twice dipped into second place but Bakugou never kept that first place spot for more than a couple seconds. 

“Y/n you don’t need to use all your mushrooms at once, you know?” Mina was still standing behind her friend, watching the match and between being entranced by the fight for the first spot, she kept an eye on her playing. 

“What? Why?!” Y/n exclaimed, unable to even spare a confused look to her.

“You won’t go any faster, save them for when you need them!” She not so eloquently explained, grabbing the back of the couch.

“I won’t?!”

Red eyes darted away from his square of the screen, looking at the girl's corner. The shock of the conversation had pulled him from his focus and forced him to react.

“Have you been using all your fucking mushrooms at once?! Are you dumb or something, space them out!” Bakugou shouted, mildly angered by the loose use of items. 

“Well I didn’t know that!”

“It’s basic Mario Kart knowledge!”

“You’re basic Mario Kart knowledge!” Was the only thing y/n could retort with, a laugh chasing after her sentence as her brain caught up with the obscure nature of the argument. And that seemed to loosen the tension that had built in the room, as much as Bakugou’s face had turned even more sour, she could feel his tensed thighs relax against hers. 

“Wait, where the hell am I?” In her loud discussion about the proper use of mushrooms, she had managed to take a wrong turn and ended up on a road she hadn’t seen before. Shinsou and Bakugou had been liberarily using the shortcuts that the track allowed but to y/n, these were unknown territory and she had gotten stuck in a corner somewhere unknown. She turned and twisted to no avail, the Lakitu floating down to tell her she needed to do a U-turn. To where? She didn’t know. “Uh oh, where the fuck do I go?!”

“Y/n, you're in a shortcut, how’d you even get in there?” Sero noticed her predicament, trying to sound calm as his eyes flickered between his own screen and hers.

“I dunno, suddenly I’m just stuck and this little turtle guy just keeps telling me I’m going the wrong way!” 

“Okay, well calm down. You should just need to turn righ– no wait lef–!” Sero didn’t even get to finish his sentence until Bakugou moved his hand.

“It’s fucking obvious you need to take a right here and then just follow the damn road!” His left hand moved from his own controller, suddenly enveloping y/n’s hands as he placed his thumb over hers, steering her car for her. He didn’t even look at her as he did it, just stared at the screen. Y/n snapped her head to look at his, shocked and embarrassed. Had her mouth not already been open, it would have fallen open once his hand was over hers. 

His thumb gently but adamantly pushed hers in the right direction, all she had to do was hold in the gas button and within seconds she was on track again. And as soon as his hand had moved there, it was gone again. Her hands suddenly felt cold as the cool air hit them. 

What was this? The third time he had touched her hand with his. It wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t even often that it happened. But why did the feeling keep lingering in her mind every time, her heart raced whenever she thought about it and his face appeared in her head. 

She couldn’t think about it too much before her focus needed to be pulled back to the game. 

“Oh uh, thanks.” Her volume had gone down significantly, she was even unsure if Bakugou could hear her above the music and sounds of the game. She kinda hoped he didn’t, she kinda hoped nobody even noticed what had just happened just to make sure nobody ever brought it up again. 

But somebody did notice. At the end of the second non-player couch Kirishima had seen the whole thing, a wide smile forming on his face as it started to click in his head what may or may not be happening. 

Bakugou had sacrificed just a couple seconds of full speed to help y/n, which he was paying for during the final half of the last lap. People were at the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the television. Sero was only a couple seconds behind Bakugou and y/n was still fighting for a top 50% ranking. She refused to give up though, no matter how little of a shot she had at even making it top 5. 

Her car crashed through another mystery box. She kept her eyes intently on her item slot, watching as it randomized, praying that she would get something more useful than a banana peel. And there it was, neatly displayed in her corner.

A blue shell.

Her heart skipped a beat, her hands gripping her controller.

“Holy crap…” She whispered to herself but the tone of her voice caught Bakugou’s attention and he looked at what she was reacting to. 

“Throw it, y/n!” 

He didn’t have to tell her twice, she pressed the button and watched as it raced away towards the first place holder. Shinsou had barely realized what was happening until he saw it go just off screen for y/n. The other students were once again in an uproar, the laughter and cheers over the top but the whole scenario had riled them up to an unnecceracy degree.

Bakugou kept his place, making sure that when the shell hit Shinsou he could pass him and take the first place. Sero even took to driving closer to the rim to make sure it didn’t hit him instead. And just as he did, the shell passed by his screen, once again earning a wave of excitement from the crowd. Finally, it came into view on Bakugou’s screen.

And half a second later it hit Shinsou.

“Shit!” 

The finish line was in their viewt at this point. Bakugou swiftly took the first place as Shinsou’s car spun. He only managed to stop spinning on the track in time to see the other male cross the finish line. 

People had stood up to cheer, Kirishima and Midoriya putting their arms over each other's shoulders to jump up and down. Uraraka along with Momo, Jirou and Tsuyu had all raised their arms on the couch, doing the wave while laughing. Mina even hugged y/n from behind, even though she hadn’t even finished the race. Only Kaminari and Shinsou didn’t become overjoyed at the new winner, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. 

Shinsou got an amicable second place and Sero came in third. Y/n was happy she did manage to get 5th place at the end of it. To her, that was basically at least a second place and celebrated it as such. She had been the one to make sure Bakugou could win after all.

“Honestly, I feel like that was kinda cheating, you guys were all ganging up on me.” Shinsou sighed, leaning back on the couch once again but in a much more defeated manner. 

“Well you know, Shinsou…” Sero let a smug smile creep across his face. “It’s not cheating… if it’s a game mechanic.” 

Shinsou looked at him, expressionless for a second as he tried to come up with a reply. But once he realized he couldn’t beat his own words, he just let the win go, joining in on the laughing instead. After all, it was just a game.

“Told ya’ll you guys were just losers! This is why I don’t even play with you extras, I win too easily.” Bakugou was sporting a cocky grin, putting his hands behind his head in a casual manner and leaning back. And while some of the others might just give him a cheeky comment on his ego every once in a while, they decided to let him have it this once. He had been their saviour after all.

“So you’re… not going to stay and play another game?” Y/n asked him, willfully putting on an innocent act to maybe tempt him into playing another game. She gathered her courage and even leaned a little closer to him, her arm pressing against his side since he still had his arms up. She was basically tucked under his arm as he was frozen in place at the contact. But y/n was convincing herself that she was just teasing him, she would do this to any of her classmates… at least she says so herself.

Bakugou looked at her big eyes and pouting lips, a little surprised that she had even asked. He remembered his words in the beginning, saying he was going to leave once he had helped them. But he had to admit, though he was strongly opposed to being wrong, that it had been kind of fun. He loved his racing games and it was nice having everyone cheer him on like that. Plus, he hadn’t had the chance to play Mario Kart 8 as much as he had wanted but he still knew a couple tricks he could show off to the others.

“...Fine. One more time, but you gotta pay attention to what I teach you or else I’m leaving. I’m not about to waste my time if you’re not going to listen.”

“Fine, one more time. But you really gotta learn this time y/n or you’ll fall behind again.”

“Hey, I thought I was her manager!” Mina looked offended, putting one hand on her chest and the other on y/n’s shoulder, pulling her away from Bakugou to make a point. Even Kirishima came up to listen in on the conversation, having totally been ready to help y/n convince Bakugou to play another round. 

“Oh shut up, as if you could beat me in Mario Kart, I’m obviously her best choice as a mana– Wait, what the hell do you mean manager?! Why do any of you even have managers, it’s just a dumb game!” Bakugou had caught himself even just entertaining the thought of being y/n’s manager and got frustrated, waving his hand around. First motioning to y/n and Mina and then Denki and Shinsou who had started talking tactics between each other.

Mina was about to retort but Kirishima stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder and not so subtly bringing his head closer to hers. He covered his mouth and whispered something to Mina with a smile. She was nodding along all the while both y/n and Bakugou were turned to look at them standing behind the couch. But soon the pinkette smiled and looked to Kirishima, nodding her head. 

“Alright Bakugou, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll step down as y/n’s manager but only if she comes with us to the arcade tomorrow.” She crosses her arms as if it was her final offer in a million dollar deal.

“WHY ARE YOU EVEN OFFERING ME THAT?! I CAN’T MAKE HER COME WITH US– A-AND I DON’T EVEN WANT TO BE HER DAMN MANAGER EITHER!” Bakugou looked like he was about to climb over the back of the couch any second now and strangle her, but she stood her ground.

“The arcade?”– y/n asked, surprised by the invitation– “Well sure, why not! I’ll come. If Bakugou plays another round.”

“I ALREADY FUCKING SAID I WILL, DO NONE OF YOU LISTEN TO ME?!”

[the-gothic-lolita]

Why NaruHina is Better Than NaruSaku, Ichiruki, and Ichihime

Ichiruki, Ichihime, and NaruSaku? No, just no. Shipping any other pairings than NaruHina is plain wrong. All relationships lie in a spectrum. Naruhina is nothing like Ichiruki nor Ichihime, they're an actual romantic relationship. Hinata did more than just fall in love with Naruto, she fucking fought for him. And he did the same. If that's not romantic love right there, you might as well believe that shit is chocolate.

Sakura is the sister he never had, that's even more incestuous than blood-related siblings. All he is ever going to be to her is a younger brother, get over it.

Kubo himself already stated that Ichigo and Rukia are "more than friends, less than lovers". What do people not understand about this? They don't even have mutual feelings for each other to begin with, like is there a need for every relationship to be romantic? It's not that hard to let them be their own special relationship. That's what makes it unique, it wouldn't be as beautiful if they became romantic.

Last but not least has gotta be the worst of all these relationships. Inoue never had chemistry with Ichigo, she barely knew him. At least the above relationships would have a decent reason to be shipped compared to hers. She was nothing more than a classmate who got in the way with her mere infatuation. Her having ended up with him turned into one of those cheesy rom-coms where the relationships lacked common ground. He wasn't even interested to talk to her until they hooked up out of nowhere. She gushed over him when they didn't have a relationship at all other than having mutual friends in the same class.

Naruto and Hinata are childhood friends whom fell in love with each other as they built upon their relationship. They've always been there for one another. And it made sense for them to develop romantic feelings. The other shippings are something else or not even actual relationships. Stop making Ichiruki or NaruSaku happen, it's not going to happen. IchiHime did, sadly. NaruHina is a relationship that is a two-sided romance.

*Ofc the negative ones are always the loudest. You 3 idiots can't talk like humans which is why I never took you seriously. Like hell if I'm gonna delete this, I already got about 11 likes suck on that mf. Because you're jelly that you can only blog shit that sucks? Can't stand people like you, go back to your own damned blogs and stay the HELL there. People will like to dislike, deal with it. You can come back after your mom teaches you how to behave. Fucking this place don't even let me reply MY OWN post. Everyone should be happy now as I'm in no way anti-IR/NS, I just prefer NH any more users think otherwise are just sensitive crybabies. Do us a favor, stop being Karens. You're right about the authors, but do make a good point that you're the delusional to romanticize ships either they wanted to be QPR or sibling-like. IchiHime fans will no longer have to see this, you deserve respect regardless of how different your opinion is. Don't let people bring you down for your shipping, I'm NOT here to push you from shipping Inoue with him. They're a beautiful couple if as long as you believe they are, I apologize on the behalf of the IchiRuki fans whom have bashed you all this time.