#but i’m too lazy and dumb to describe them

[uselessalexis165]

i knew this scene looked familiar!

[elysiaheaven]

Maybe Ronin X cannibal reader? But the reader hides it and our fav boy discovers them in the middle of "grabbing dinner"?

Happy halloween!-Ronin x Cannibal reader!

TW: Blood, Gore, Cannibal (reader), Cannibal jokes, Mention of body parts etc

"Bon Appétit" — Ronin x Cannibal!Reader

Ronin always knew something was off about you. Not in a bad way—just different.

Maybe it was how you always turned down dinner invites with a lazy excuse, or how you avoided restaurants altogether like they were some kind of trap.

It was a quiet night. Too quiet for Ronin’s liking. Normally, by now, you'd be spamming his phone with some dumb memes or asking if he wanted to hang out. But you’d gone radio silent.

He moves silently, the familiarity of sneaking around fitting like a second skin. Crowbar tucked loosely in his hand, boots crunching against the dusty floor.

He rounds a corner, and there you are—squatted low, your back to him, hands deep inside a body that still twitches, like a machine winding down. Blood coats your hands, sleeves stained from wrist to elbow. And the sound—the wet, ripping tear of flesh and sinew—makes something stir in him.

You’re so focused that you don’t even hear him. It’s almost funny. Almost cute.

He leans against the doorway, a smirk slowly curling on his lips.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?"

You freeze. Every muscle in your body locks up, heart slamming in your chest. For a brief, foolish second, you think about pretending. Saying it’s not what it looks like, that you tripped and—yeah, no, that won’t work. You’ve got chunks of someone’s kidney in your hands.

Slowly, you turn your head, blood splattered across your face, meeting Ronin’s amused, knowing gaze. And shit, the way he’s looking at you—it’s not disgust, not fear. It’s something far worse: entertainment.

"Grabbing dinner without me?" he teases, cocking his head. "Kinda rude, don’t you think?"

You blink, momentarily thrown off by the calmness in his voice. "This isn’t... It’s not—"

Ronin cuts you off with a sharp laugh, like the situation is the funniest thing he’s seen in weeks. "Relax, sweetheart. You’re not the only freak in the room."

He steps closer, the crowbar tapping lightly against his thigh. The corpse at your feet is still fresh—blood pooling across the floor, the metallic scent thick in the air. But Ronin? He doesn’t flinch.

"Didn’t think you had it in you," he muses, crouching next to the body. His dark eyes flick between the dead man and your stained hands with an expression that can only be described as impressed. "Guess I underestimated you, huh?"

You stare at him, mind scrambling for some kind of response—some way to salvage the situation. But Ronin’s grin only widens, like he’s already five steps ahead of you.

"So... you always eat 'em like this, or is tonight a special occasion?" His voice is playful, like he’s making small talk about the weather.

"Relax, sweetheart," he interrupted smoothly, crouching down beside the dismembered body, inspecting the work with genuine curiosity. "You didn't really think you could hide this from me forever, did you?"

You shot him a glare, though it felt more like a defense mechanism than anything. "It’s not what it looks like."

“Oh no, it’s exactly what it looks like." Ronin’s grin widened. He leaned closer, his voice dipping into a conspiratorial whisper. "You’re a freak."

Your heart skipped, panic simmering beneath your skin. "Don’t tell anyone."

Ronin snorted, clearly amused by your fear. "Oh please. What am I, a snitch?" His plum-colored hair fell into his eyes as he tilted his head, studying your expression. "I’m not here to rat you out, babe. I'm here to see what makes you tick."

You didn’t know if that was more reassuring or terrifying.

Then he reached out, swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a streak of blood. He held his thumb up, inspecting it like an artist admiring a brushstroke. “You’re messier than I thought you’d be. Kinda cute, actually.”

You slapped his hand away, scowling. "This isn't a joke, Ronin."

“Oh, it’s not?" His grin remained infuriatingly intact. "Could’ve fooled me. You're acting like this is some big shameful secret." He gave a mock gasp, eyes wide with exaggerated horror. "Oh no! Reader’s a cannibal!"

"Ronin—" You started, but he was already laughing.

"Relax, I’m not judging." He smirked, straightening up and brushing his hands off on his pants. “Not my place to tell you how to live your life. I mean…” His gaze flickered to the half-eaten remains. “At least you have good taste.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated. "You’re impossible."

“And you,” Ronin replied smugly, leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your neck, "are way too cute when you’re trying to look innocent."

Your stomach twisted—whether from embarrassment, guilt, or something much darker, you weren’t sure.

Ronin knew exactly what he was doing. Knew how to make your skin crawl and your heart race all at once. And the worst part? You liked it.

He clicked his tongue, patting your cheek with mock affection. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your little secret’s safe with me."

he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder, tossing you one last grin.

"You know, if you were hungry... you could've just told me."

Your breath catches, caught between the weight of his words and the dangerous glint in his eye. He tilts his head, watching your reaction with interest, like you’re some puzzle he can’t wait to solve.

"Next time," Ronin says, dragging the crowbar lightly across the floor, "let me help."

Your heart stutters at the offer—half a threat, half a promise.

Then, as casually as if he’s offering to grab takeout, he adds, "I’d love to see how you do it up close."

You blinked, stunned into silence, as he sauntered off into the night—like walking in on a literal crime scene was just another Tuesday.

And somehow, you knew—without a doubt—that this wasn’t the last time Ronin would come snooping around about this.

The next time you saw Ronin, he came bearing… gifts.

The sun had barely set when you heard a knock—three soft taps against the flimsy metal door of the same old building you'd started using as your… dining room. You knew it was him before you even opened it. Only Ronin knocked like he owned the damn place.

And sure enough, there he stood on the other side, a mischievous grin stretching across his lips. But what made your stomach drop (or maybe growl) was what—or who—he had slung over his shoulder.

"Look what I found," Ronin said cheerfully, like he was showing off a stray dog. "Nice and fresh."

The man groaned—still alive, barely—but Ronin adjusted his grip on him like he was nothing more than luggage.

You stared. "Ronin, what the hell—?"

"Relax," he cooed, brushing past you like this was some kind of surprise party. He dumped the man onto the floor with a careless thud, crouching beside him to give the guy’s cheek a little pat. "This one won’t be missed. Scumbag. Thought I’d save you the trouble."

You crossed your arms, feeling a mix of dread and something uncomfortably close to excitement swirl in your gut. "You’re really okay with this?"

Ronin shot you a sly grin, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Let’s just say… I’ve got a flexible moral code." He stood, nudging the guy with the toe of his boot. "Besides, I figured—if you're going to do this, might as well have some company, right?"

The man groaned again, half-conscious, as Ronin turned to you. His gaze softened just a little—just enough to make your stomach flip. "You gotta eat, babe."

You swallowed thickly. "I don't think—"

Ronin stepped in close, tilting his head so his lips were almost brushing your ear. "C’mon, sweetheart. No use playing shy now. You’ve already got blood on your hands."

His voice was low, warm—like a devil tempting you to cross the line you were already standing on. And the worst part? You wanted to. You really wanted to.

He leaned back, hands in his pockets, watching you with that lazy grin. "Or do I need to feed you myself?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder. "I can handle it, idiot."

"That's the spirit," he chuckled, stepping aside to give you room to work. "Now let’s see those culinary skills in action."

The hunger gnawed at you, sharp and insistent, and before you knew it, you were crouching beside the man, the world narrowing down to the sound of his shallow breaths and the promise of iron on your tongue.

Ronin crouched next to you, utterly unbothered as you began. His hand brushed lightly against your back—comforting, almost affectionate—as if this were some intimate little date instead of… well, this.

He stayed close, watching with fascination as you fed, his smirk never wavering. When you paused to catch your breath, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, he tilted his head and grinned.

"You look good like this, y’know."

"Shut up," you muttered, though the heat in your face betrayed you.

He rolled his sleeves up lazily, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, sweetheart. Open wide."

You shot him an incredulous look, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I can feed myself, Ronin."

"Yeah, yeah. But where’s the fun in that?" he teased, plucking a choice piece from the victim’s bloodied arm like he was sampling charcuterie at some upscale event. "C’mon, let me spoil you a little. You earned it."

The way his voice dipped sent a chill down your spine—like this was a game to him, and you were the star of his twisted little fantasy. It was equal parts infuriating and… intoxicating. He was good at that, pulling you in just enough to leave you breathless, unsure whether you wanted to kiss him or hit him.

"Ronin—"

Before you could protest further, he pressed the piece of flesh against your lips, grinning wickedly. "Say ‘ahh.’"

You glared, but the hunger gnawed at you relentlessly, and damn it—he looked so pleased with himself, like this was the most romantic thing he could do. With a heavy sigh, you parted your lips. His smirk widened.

"There we go," he murmured, almost reverently, as he slipped the morsel into your mouth. "Tastes better when someone feeds you, right?"

The warmth of the meat, the metallic tang still lingering on your tongue—it sent shivers down your spine. But the worst part wasn’t the taste. It was him. The way he looked at you with a blend of admiration and possession, like you were his favorite meal.

"Good, yeah?" he whispered, as if he needed the confirmation.

You bit down slowly, savoring the taste and the strange thrill of it all. He watched every movement—eyes dark and full of satisfaction—like he'd just pulled off the most intimate act in the world. And maybe, in his twisted way, he had.

"See?" he whispered, wiping a stray drop of blood from your lip with his thumb. "Told you I’d take care of you."

You swallowed, the heat in your chest spreading, equal parts shame and satisfaction.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you muttered, voice low.

Ronin just chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "And you love that about me."

And as much as you hated to admit it… he wasn’t wrong.

He fed you again, slow and deliberate, like this was some dark, sacred ritual between the two of you. Each bite came with a grin, each touch a silent promise—he would never judge you for what you were. Hell, he loved it. He thrived on it, the corruption, the intimacy, the shared depravity.

When the meal was over, you leaned back, exhaling a shaky breath. Ronin wiped your mouth again, his touch lingering.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice low and warm.

"Yeah," you admitted reluctantly.

His grin widened, a spark of triumph flashing in his eyes. "Good." He leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Next time, I’ll pick someone even better."

You knew you should feel horrified. You knew you should push him away. But instead, you smiled.

"Deal."

Now, you know Ronin wasn't the man of his words. He's a snitch. That just told your secret to Angel, You know both of them were close, You just felt happy Ronin could share some things from his chest.

But, he did snitch you.

Happily, Angel was your type so, same blood in the same habit?

Later in the server. In the channel where all past Ronin's past and present love interests reside (literally)

#ur-angel-or-yuor-devil-or writer darlin who's a maneater

[Angelic]- I can't believe you're actually a cannibal y/n...

[You]- Fucking Beaufort.

[Goreboy]- Darlin, you Have a Friend now. Angel will be very happy right now. she has gotten a new best friend.

[Angelic]- Don't bully them, Ronin.

[Goreboy]- I'm not, This just Made Y/n x 666 Interesting! I have a new Goal.

[You]- lemme guess, another 666 kills?

[Goreboy]- Ding Ding, Have you ever eaten a detective? Your deduction skills are ultimate. You're Right, But, It's for you. 666 kills for you darlin! Be prepared. As a good Boyfriend it's only Valid that I gift you something Like this. Mark NeXT's year V-day.

[You]- .......................

[Angelic]- Never thought, He will become seriously damned this much.

[Goreboy]- Tho, It's interesting how the past lover and the present lover is both Cannibal. My god this is a miracle.

[Angelic]- Hey, Y/n? Have wanna the devil for dinner? He's speaking too much isn't he?

[You]- Be my guest angel, Also yes.

[Goreboy]- Getting Eaten by Two Angels. No Thank You. This is such a Boring Way to Die.

[You]- then just shut the fuck up edgy-boi

[Goreboy]- You Have to Face my Bullshit Darlin, Be prepared from now On, Cause shit- you need to realize it's a Lifetime relationship.

[You]- Thank god, I took lessons from Miss Ai hua to deal with people like you. Apparently she used to use memes to shut up Mr. Vince,

[Goreboy]- Oh? You think A meme? can Stop me?

[You]- I believe it's the person in the meme is our god 'twink'

[Angelic]- I get it.

[You]- Ronin, I love you but God Christ, Please shut up for now.

If you speak tormenting me and angel, I will compare you to JD because of the twink reason. If you think the meme was unfunny. I wasn't talking about the meme Mr. Beaufort.

[Goreboy]- ........

I cease.

Congrats, you made the devil to shut up! HAPPY HALLOWEEN LOSER!

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲@luvlydeja 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐭🤭...

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2020 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 “𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒“ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖, 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 ♡︎ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

❧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬➬ this is absolutely nasty like I’m shocked at myself lmao, oof um let’s see, detailed kissing, hair pulling, flirting, google translate Italian, shorty gets positively pounded, flirting, teasing, unprotected s3x, manhandling, this is what happens in the hands of the h0rny and untrained😭🫵, lots of orgasms and consensual fun throughout ^^ 18+ MINORS GET OFF OF MY LAWN

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍...“

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

Since he’d be staying in Italy for a while, or at least until he got all the interview material he needed, his first act of business would be to learn the language.

True, he could get a translator but it would be more authentic for him to learn since he’d be the one speaking and asking the questions.

Naturally, Gregory decided that a native speaker would be able teach him best.

Enter you.

He had walked into the convenience store you part timed at and instantly forgot what he was there for when he saw you. The prettiest thing in a sundress he’s ever seen, soft skin glowing with a slight sheen from the heat, your alluring features making his heart race faster the longer he looked at you.

You were talking to a customer in Italian, smiling and nodding in agreement before sharing a laugh with them. Gregory swore he’s never heard the sound warm spun silk but now he can say he officially has.

The words from your beautiful mouth flowed so effortlessly that he knew you would be perfect for him.

The old man who you were talking to was a regular, stopping by every Wednesday to entertain you with stories about his “sweetie baby wife” and how the world won’t stop at losing just their minds, they’re lucky he’s not in charge before buying some cigars and leaving with a lazy wave and wink.

Giggling, you wave back, shouting out after him.

“Vacci piano, ragazzo duro~!”

Smiling to yourself, you look from the door to the newspaper shelf only to lock eyes with a tall foreigner.

The first thing you notice besides his height was that he was insanely good looking. Rugged wasn’t quite the right way to describe his features because while they were sharp, he was just too pretty for that. Biting your lip, you noticed he was broad too; barrel wide chest and thick arms, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as classically handsome as him.

You’re so busy ogling him that when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you startle but regain your wit quickly. Deciding to talk first, but in English.

“What’ll it be boss man?” Flicking your eyebrow up with a playful smile as you lean forward behind the register.

Gregory’s blood rushes south at the way your accented voice addresses him with a flirty look in your big almond eyes. Inhaling sharply he can’t help but smirk back at you.

“I’m looking for a translator since I don’t know much of the language here”, he says.

Goddamn his voice was deep.

Nodding your head to play off how flustered he had you, you get an idea.

Hot guy who needed help learning a language that you just so happen to speak AND moan?

You’re in.

While you’re thinking, Gregory looks you over with all kinds of filth running through his head.

You’d look so good whining naked on top of him.

He could live between your thighs.

What would you sound like when he’s stretching you out and fucking you dumb?

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the clearing of your throat.

“Well most translators overcharge but since I’m so sweet and if you want, I wouldn’t mind helping you out…?” Realizing you don’t know his name, he rushes to give it to you.

“Gregory.”

“Right. Maybe I could help you out, Gregory…what do you think?” Letting your tone go from intrigued to lilting as you tilt your head to the side, looking at him through your lashes.

You were an absolute dream to him.

Stepping closer to you, he leans down to your face; propped up on his elbows near your own on the register and looks down at you with lidded blue eyes before smiling roguishly.

“I would absolutely love that.”

And just like that the learning process began.

You had taught him things like conversation and structure, how and what to call everyone, transitions and connectors, extensive words, places, and even the slang. Learning from you was hard but the difficulty had less to do with the language and more about how badly he needed to make you cum.

There was always this underlying tension between you two since the moment you met; subtle at first but the steady pent up attraction had it leaking into a more than intense desire.

Constant touches, flirtatious looks, innuendos so obvious that they bordered on invitations then came the teasing.

Whispering in his hear the correct way to say something when he didn’t quite get it right, biting your plump lips when you’d smile at him, but the worst, was the way you’d say his name. Rolling the ‘r’ so sexily that more often than not, it had blood rushing straight to his cock.

Moments like now.

“See? Sei un talento naturale, Gregory. Very good”, you say. Praising him sweetly. You were flirting, have been for a while now and you made sure he knew.

But with the way he reacts to you? The undivided attention, the way he’d strip you with his eyes alone, licking his lips and nodding when he focused hard on what you would say, the lingering hugs and wandering hands, not to mention how close his face sometimes got to yours…

It was only a matter of time.

“No~. Questo è tutto tu, bebé.” The low timbre of his voice makes you break out in goosebumps as heat licks up your spine.

“Yeah? It’s all me?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do I know though?”

“Come vuoi che ti insegni?” (How do you want me to teach you?)

Oof. That’ll make your pussy throb-

“THAT, dipende dal tuo stile..” With that it’s now or never as the air becomes thick with tension.

“That’s fine. Mines is ‘hands on’.

And in one smooth motion, Gregory yanks you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss.

He fits his hands around your hips as he completely devours you, one hand moving to slide into your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, the suction of his lips and yours soon give to him nipping your bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

It’s so hot it makes you ache as heat soaks into your body and you moan desperately into his mouth. Gregory grips your hair tighter as he pulls it back to look at how pretty you look wanting and seals his mouth over yours again, swallowing your moans in the process.

Your cunt throbs as you hear him groan when he begins to sloppily lick into your mouth, his big tongue pressing against yours, rubbing his cool taste all over your pallet while you twitch and whimper in his strong grasp.

Sloppy wet kissing sounds along with your whimpers fill the room. The sounds would have made you embarrassed but you want him too bad and the way your tongues lazily swirled around each other’s, making more heat pool in your belly then drip down soaking your panties, made you forget about it.

Gregory groans into your mouth again before kissing you even hungrier to the point where you feel him in your throat as your eyes water in pleasure. You were starting need air but you don’t want it, not more than you want him.

He eventually pulls away and you gasp once your airway is free. The sudden influx of oxygen makes you dizzy as your clit throbs and you whine at him, begging with your teary glazed eyes for more.

Your whole body felt hot. The sensations were almost too good as you grind down on his fat length, moaning at the friction against your swollen clit while you unbuttoned Gregory’s shirt; becoming more desperate when you saw his happy-trail.

He pulls you back to his lips in another obscene kiss while you take his cock out, too desperate to take his pants off completely.

You freeze when you feel how big he is, eyes glazing over as you look down with a weak “oh.”

Gregory swears under his breath at your reaction, making a mental note to make you scream before kissing your ear.

“Sì? Babygirl likes seeing such a fat cock hmm?” He coos, making you gasp at his vulgarity.

“O-okay, if you don’t fuck me right now-“, was all you managed to get out before he lifted you to switch positions, you on your back before thrusting into your sopping cunt.

Your mouth drops open in a sharp moan at the stretch, the pressure almost killing you as you gasp and jerk underneath him. Determined not to cum so fast and make it last, but Gregory isn’t doing much better.

You looked so delicious under him, your back arched in pleasure as you cried out for him as he battered your sweet spots, warm and snug pussy drooling around his cock.

“Hnn - nnnnngghhhh!” The vulgar, borderline animalistic sound eventually forces its way through your gritted teeth when he finishes sliding home some moments later, your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around the intrusion. He feels massive inside you. Not particularly long, but sufficiently wide enough to make it seem like he had you stretched right to the breaking point. It was simply too much, and your head lolls back in doped out bliss.

Fervently, your arms circle around his neck as he hunches over you so he can brace his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, setting a punishing pace as he fucks you.

You’re already toeing the line of a soul shattering orgasm just from having his cock bullied into you a second time, you toss your head back to peer up at him as if in a daze.

The whorish sounds coming from your throat drive Gregory crazy as he feels himself slip with how mind-tinglingly good you feel.

In a matter of moments he seems to be knocking that tender spot inside of you with near expert precision and you can’t quite catch your breath between helplessly bleating out in wordless ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight on me mami…wet little pussy..! Gonna cum all in you, stuff you full”.

You seize so suddenly it catches you off guard, so rattled at hearing that come out of his mouth that you clamp down on him, hard. You black out while your cunt is sent into a heated pulsing frenzy, wildly squeezing down on his cock so violently that it brings tears to your eyes. Tossing your head back again, you scream for him as you shake weakly through your mind numbing orgasm that you almost miss the moment your cunt erupts, spraying his front in arousal.

You screw your eyes shut with a keening shriek when a second spurt shoots out of you to further soak him but even then he doesn’t let up on the steady push and pull of his heavy girth along your palpitating cunt. Groaning into your mouth as he cums into your soaking heat, hissing through the waves of overstimulation. With no other option, you lie there and take it, your head a mess of static white noise that doesn’t clear up even when you finally start to come down from the high some moments later.

Boneless underneath him, you’re distantly aware of your shared release running down the sides of his cock in warm rivulets where he’s still wedged inside of you but you’re too drunk on satisfaction to care, kissing back weakly as he slips out.

No matter how hard you fight it, sleep overtakes you but one thing is for sure….

You can’t wait to teach him more♡︎. . .

[the-mighty-mittens]

Incorrect end roll quotes yippee

Gardenia: I dare you-

Yumi: Russell is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Gardenia: Why not?

Russell: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Russell: Thanks for pulling the fire alarm, you saved me from giving an oral report about The Scarlet Web.

Gardenia: You were too lazy to read the book?!

Russell: I was too lazy to watch the movie.

Cody: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Dogma and not do the thing,

Cody: Well there’s a clear right answer here.

Cody: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Tabasa: You're ignoring all your problems.

Russell: I know.

Tabasa: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism?

Russell: I'm ignoring that fact as well.

Tabasa:

Cody: Who the fuck-

Dogma: Language!

Cody: Whom the fuck-

Dogma: No.

Informant: *slams books down in front of Russell*

Informant: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Russell: You could of said literally anything else.

Informant: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Russell: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

Russell, playing a video game: How do I play?

*Russell has drawn first blood!*

*Russell is on a killing spree!*

*Russell is on a rampage!*

*Russell is unstoppable!*

*Russell is dominating!*

*Russell is godlike!*

Russell: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.

Chris, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Russell: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Chris:

Chris: Water you doing?

Chris: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!

Chris: *sprays hairspray in their mouth*

Chris: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.

Chris: So I got this amazing plan!

Russell: We fail almost every time you say that.

Chris: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

Chris: What do you have?

Russell: A KNIFE!

Chris: NO!

Chris: Life is like Russell. It's short.

Chris: I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

Russell: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Russell: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’. (Note: Russell... No)

Russell: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve! (Note: I already did this joke but here it is again)

Gardenia: You look mentally ill.

Russell: I am. Let’s go.

Russell: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

Dogma: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Gardenia: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Kantera: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Russell: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

Cody: Did you have to stab them?

Russell: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me.

Cody: What did they say?

Russell: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

Cody: That’s fair.

Kantera: What's wrong with you?

Russell: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

Gardenia: iuegrukfhoeuhfeoruhf

Dogma: What is that?

Gardenia: it’s a keyboard smash

Dogma: How do I do it?

Gardenia: just press anything

Dogma: 7

Gardenia: Seriously, Russell, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?

Russell: That’s not important

Gardenia: I DISAGREE.

Cody: Russell, what do you have?

Russell: A KNIFE!

Cody: Okay, have fu-

Yumi: NO!

Cody: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.

Cody: Fruits that do live up to their names?

Cody: Orange.

[giogio1998]

Do you guys have any JLI pet peeves ?

I was scrolling through tumblr and I started thinking about some of mine and I wanted to share them bc I’m bored and complaining is my thing.

So here are my ✨JLI pet peeves✨:

1- Bea and Guy absolutely hating each other.

I understand that their personalities clash and Guy is a massive jerk but I hate that they fight like enemies when they’re supposed to be a part of the same team. It would be so much better if they weren’t fighting all the time and would just tease each other instead. This plot is so overdone by now and I think they would actually get along considering that they have to be a team.

2- How they portray Tora and her relationships in general:

This one is a little complicated to explain. First of all I hate how they portray Tora to be this fragile, naive, overly sensitive girl in almost every story. And this personality results in terrible shipps, I’m sorry BeaTora and GuyTora shippers but I can’t stand the “tora needs constant protection” thing, it’s boring, it’s overdone. I think Tora should be portrayed as a much more confident woman, she isn’t a toddler, she isn’t helpless, the woman is a superhero. Justice for my girl Tora !!!

3- Bea’s outfit:

I hate that outfit with a passion, that outfit is my worst enemy, that outfit causes me physical and emotional pain. First the hair, is it 1984 Beatriz Bonilla da costa ? It certainly isn’t, get a new haircut, bitch. The bandanna. Are you a freaking pirate? Are you crossing the ocean hoping to find treasure? No !! Get rid of that hideous thing. The strapless top, tacky isn’t enough to describe it. The jacket, bitch you’re made of fire there’s no way in hell you’re cold, take that shit off. The low waist pants should be illegal. The belt is uglier than the hair. I hate everything about it and I could make a PowerPoint presentation about it.

4- People’s needs to tell me to make Bea “look Latina”:

This is a pet peeve that I have bc I’m a Brazilian woman who makes JLI art and I get a LOT of non Brazilians on my comments telling me that I should darken Bea’s skin bc she’s Brazilian. First of all, thanks for explaining Brazil to me, if only I had the gringo wisdom but unfortunately all I have is 24 years of living in Brazil. Second of all I hate that in 2023 I have to explain to people that Latino isn’t a race or a skin tone. Latinos come in literally any color and Bea happens to be a white Brazilian girl and that’s completely normal and completely fine. I personally choose to make fanarts of her like that bc I like her original design. I would NEVER tell a person how they should or shouldn’t draw their favorite characters and I would never be stupid enough to make the mean girls comment of “if you’re from Brazil why are you white ?”. Just educate yourselves people, I’m tired of this dumb comments and if you like Bea with darker skin go for it and make your own illustrations, the more the merrier. Seriously. Just know that looking a certain way doesn’t make anybody less or more Latino.

5- The JLI being as old as Batman:

Absolutely not. I hate it bc if they’re younger it means that they suck as a team bc they’re not mature and experienced enough. If they’re older they suck as a team bc they’re awful at their job and that bothers me. I like to think that they’re doing their best but it’s difficult bc they’re just starting not bc they’re a bunch of idiots … I mean they ARE a bunch of idiots but you get it right ?

6- When people take the JLI too seriously:

I like my JLI to be a light and funny team that go through some shenanigans once in a while with just a little bit of drama I don’t need it to be a depressing story where Ted will 💀 and stuff. I mean, I know Ted will 💀 bc that’s his favorite thing to do but anyways …. “Eu não quero saber de depressão e coisa pra baixo”

7- Bea being part of the angry/spicy Latina trope:

Seriously people, it’s 2023 and they’re still doing it. I don’t think I need to explain much but it’s just lazy stereotypes.

I definitely have more pet peeves to talk about but I’m honestly too lazy to write them rn. Let’s talk about it, all of us 6 JLI fans. What are yours JLI pet peeves ?

[suckitsurveys]

Do you like meatball subs? I think I’ve only had one once in my life. I don’t hate the idea of them I just prefer meatballs in pasta.

What is your favorite smell on earth? Summer rain.

If you have a sib, do you call him/her “brother” or “sister” sometimes? Sometimes I call her “big sissy” and she calls me “lil sissy.”

Did you ever collect stickers? Yeah, I have a ton of stickers currently.

Have you been baptized in any religious tradition? Nope.

Do you love the smell of sunblock? I do. It’s so nostalgic.

What was the last upsetting thing that happened to you? Blah.

What was the last thing you ordered from Starbucks? I’m boycotting Starbucks.

Do you trust your doctor? Sure.

Do you ever question if your mother loves you? Nope, she’s dead.

What is missing in your life? I don’t know.

What is your favorite type of Lunchables? Pizza.

What is the worst medication side effect you’ve ever had? I thankfully haven’t had horrible side effects from medications, so the worst was just feeling SO dizzy from whatever pain meds they gave me after I got my wisdom teeth out. The dizziness was so bad I didn’t take it again.

What is your favorite thing to order at Taco Bell? Baja Blast and tacos of course.

What church do you go to? I don’t go to church.

Do you take risks often? Eh.

The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating? I don’t remember. I think it was tacos last weekend? Yeah. I got 3 tacos AND an order of nachos and the nachos filled me up so much i couldn’t eat the tacos, but I ended up eating them late that night.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Butter Pecan.

What is your favorite song at the moment? I’m REALLY into Chappell Roan at the moment and Pink Pony Club is one of my favorites.

What is one thing you have too much of? Stress.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Bananas and lately strawberries.

Would you rather eat strawberries or watermelon? Oddly enough, watermelon lol.

Do you prefer hamburgers or hot dogs? Hot dogs, but I do love burgers.

How far away do you live from the place where you were born? I live in the city I was born in.

If you buried a time capsule, what would you put in it? Magazines maybe?

Describe your clothing style in three words: Comfortable, lazy, unbothered.

What’s something you want to do more often? Be outside.

Who is your favorite YouTuber? I don’t pay much attention to YouTubers anymore but my all time favorite would have to be Grav3yardgirl/Bunny Meyer. I also love Mamrie Hart and Grace Helbig.

Do you believe in soulmates? Sure.

What band or artist do you think is overrated? Music is subjective and any real fan of music wouldn’t think anything is overrated. If you like it, it’s good music.

What’s something untrue that you believed for a long time? I don’t know.

Did you skateboard when you were younger? Nope.

Have you ever won a contest? Yeah.

What’s something weird you’ve eaten? I don’t knowwwww what is weird to you??

Who is someone you would like to get to know better? I wish I was closer with my upstairs neighbors.

When’s that last time you saw snow? I feel like it snowed a little a couple weeks ago?

Who are the 3 people you love the most? Mark, my dad, and both my nieces.

Last person you slept in the same bed with? Mark.

Have you recently been sick? I feel kinda sick right now.

Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah.

Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? Yes.

Last reason you went to the ER? To visit someone who was there.

What facial cleanser do you use? Neutrogena.

What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? Strawberries.

Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone? Uh, my dad’s house and this is a weird question to answer about him tbh.

Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? No.

What turns you on the most? My husband.

Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? Uh huh, dumb idiot boys.

Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes.

Do you use q-tips to clean your ears? Sometimes.

Have you ever swam with dolphins? No, but I’d like to.

If you/your gf became pregnant accidentally, would you consider abortion? I would get an abortion.

What was the last candy you ate? A Reese’s Big Cup with caramel which is my new favorite candy because it combines all three of my favorite parts of chocolate candies lol (chocolate, PB, and caramel).

Do you like zombie movies? Eh.

What’s the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? Shit covered walls.

Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to? No to both.

How do you feel about runny egg yolks? Not my favorite but I don’t mind them really.

Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family? No.

Who was the worst friend you ever had? Lydia.

When was the last time you made plans with someone? What are you going to do with that person? Last week but they fell through.

Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Kinda, with a couple of them.

While on the road, do you play any road games? I have.

Have you ever picked apples before? Yes.

Are you scared of semi-trucks? Especially when you’re driving next to one? I don’t like it.

Do you have a fence? Yeah.

If you have any pets, do you talk to them in a baby voice? Yes.

Who was the last person to comfort you? My husband.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place? Eh.

What was the last thing you swallowed? My own spit.

Do you like cats? I LOVE cats.

On a scale of one to ten how much do looks matter to you? In general? idk, 5?.

What are you listening to? Nothing.

What’s the closest pink object to you? My Princess Carolyn Funko Pop I have on my desk.

Are you afraid of thunderstorms? They can be a little scary but I enjoy them more than I’m scared of them.

Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy? No, but I am happier when I have a partner.

Do you have impulse control? Sure.

Would you do anything on a dare? No.

[josiebelladonna]

another reason why i’m picky about reading erotic fanfic (besides “those two” and the fact that it all seems one-note with very little variety coupled with the fact that second-person perspective is officially at “polished turd” status): it…

actually makes me feel terrible about myself.

yeah. for real. i’m completely serious about that.

today i was reading temple’s fic afterglow just out of curiosity (also because i tried with her: even with her being two-faced, if she was trapped in a mudslide, i’d pull her out) and. one thing that has always made me trip balls over her and the green druidess’ writing—always, without fail—is how their descriptors always seem so self-assured, how they describe their own characters as “gorgeous” and “beautiful” and the like, and i never really saw the appeal of that in any of my writing because i know what they’re doing, it’s to help themselves feel better about themselves (knowing them, they have no shortage of that whatsoever, so you can see why i have a hard time seeing the point and i actually find it dumb, tbh). but i had to stop at one point because it was making me feel terrible about myself.

it always happens to me with het fic: there’s a fic in the metallica tag, “groupie love”, and it does this to me, too. nevermind who it’s written by for a second: i cannot read these fics because they make me aware of how inadequate and unsexy i am, especially when i think about how fucking popular their fics are. you would think reading something erotic makes you feel erotic, no, it has the opposite effect on me: it makes me feel terrible about myself (maybe that’s another reason why i hate second-person perspective, aside from it just not looking right and it feels incredibly pointless and lazy when you start bringing inclusivity into it. sorry, i can’t imagine myself in this scenario and no amount of complaining about lack of inclusivity will change my mind. make up an original character, it’s literally not hard).

sexuality has always been a very delicate subject for me but when i see andi referring to herself as gorgeous, or tommy calling her that, or—hell—either joey, peter, or nikki referring to lizzy as that, it reminds me of how i have no sexual agency and i have never been desired, by anyone… ever. all het fic rated mature or explicit does this to me: just the thought of it alone will do this to me. it reminds me that there’s no room for me. and the fact that good company is very few and far between doesn’t help. “there’s room for all sexualities and all genders!” fucking tell this to fanfic circles, where there is either literally no imagination on the back of bad company, or they’re all obsessed with “you” and “y/n” rather than giving something personal or autobiographical, something true to them rather than what they want their *~mUtUaLs~* to feel. i have to write what tickles me myself because everything else quite literally makes me feel awful about myself (or it just doesn’t jump out at me). it’s taken me this long to just sniff the ass of the 200-read mark because when i first joined ao3 in 2019 and debuted with have your cake and eat it, i thought for sure that i would hit the ground running with it because i was starting to acknowledge my kinks then. but, no: i didn’t get my first kudos until like… chapter 20, and i think i had 4 by the time it was done. then the green druidess showed up and she may as well have told me “you’re doing it wrong” when i got to the sexual parts of now it’s dark (actually surprised she didn’t but… i also am not, she’s way too passive-aggressive). i’m just not good enough.

it makes me wonder if i can actually be on a fanfic site because it just opens up my wounds again and i feel inadequate and i have to remind myself of my own sexuality to ground myself. i shouldn’t have to do that, but i do because i’m damaged goods. plus, i already can’t stand fake confidence on its own because face it: it does not work for everyone. but when that fake confidence is obviously weaponized, it’s used in a way to beat someone down… it’s the worst thing ever. and with them, it’s exactly what they were up against, too.

[waka-chan-out]

Okay so I heard you were looking for requests for short stuff so do you have any headcanons for getting just. Absolutely railed by Haikyuu team captains, please and thank you. (I really love your stuff and I hope you take this!)

Rough Captain Headcanons

sub captains edition here.

you heard correctly!! (though this did not end up being very short lmaoo) i am a whore for the haikyuu captains so you’ve come to the right place. and thank you so much! i’ll take any opportunity to talk about my boys.

i included literally every single captain i could think of, including the karasuno captains after daichi and our timeskip kings. have fun.

post-timeskip, obviously.

content warnings: mostly gn! reader (but occasional fem!), lots of pet names, lots of teasing and degradation, hair pulling, spanking, three (3) creampies god i hate that word, hickies, handcuffs, etc. all of these are established relationship.

so i don’t know how to describe what exactly these headcanons are? i don’t think all of the captains are the “railing” type. however, these are basically just headcanons for when they go their hardest and either accidentally or purposefully get carried away.

Sawamura Daichi

likes to cage you under him and just lose it. will loop an arm around your waist and lift you up into him, so your back arches and he can hit the perfect angle.

will. not. let you look away. grabs your chin. pulls your hair. will move you however he needs to so he can look you in the eyes while he’s pounding into you.

“Shy now, princess?” Daichi said, tipping your chin to look at him. “Don’t hide. You look so pretty like this.” A sharp breath left your lips as he pressed his hips farther forward, grinding into you and sending a shock of pleasure through your body. “That’s it, sweetheart. Taking it so well. Let me give you what you deserve.”

Ennoshita Chikara

he’s a hair puller. like he doesn’t think much about it but he really likes pulling you by your hair back against his chest so he can whisper dirty shit in your ear. sometimes he gets a little too aggressive with it, so if you’re into that kind of thing, he’s your man.

possessive as all hell. you’re going out for drinks with coworkers? he’s leaving a hickie right at the collar of your top so everyone can see that you’re taken. coming out to dinner with his old teammates? he’s going to have an arm on you all night. loves to pull you in and remind you of things you did the night before to get you flustered.

very particular about how you’re positioned. will pin your arms above your head and readjust his grip several times. pushes your legs out of the way. grabs your jaw and moves your face where he wants you. somehow he doesn’t realize how hot that is until you tell him to his face. he’s still confused about it but has learned to love that you love it.

Chikara ran a hand up your side and let it rest in your hair for a moment before tugging hard. You gasped as he pulled it back and to the side, exposing your neck so he could leave marks as he pushed deeper inside you. You let out a whimper and tried to loop an arm around his neck but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it down.

“Patience, love. I want everyone to be able to tell I fucked you senseless.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

he tries to dirty talk, but it always turns into praise and repeating how much he loves you.

aggressive and whiny, begging for more even though he’s the one giving it to you.

prefers when you ride him, but will do anything you ask of him. loves being told what to do. thinks you directing him to go faster or slower or a little to the left is the sexiest thing on the planet. he will fuck the life out of you if you just ask nicely.

“Harder, Tadashi,” you gasped. He grunted and snapped his hips as fast and as hard as it seems his body would let him.

“God, you’re gonna make me come. How do you feel so fucking good?” You smiled at the praise and pulled him in for a kiss. His breath hissed against your face as he continued pushing into you. You wrapped your legs tight around him and he let out a whine, pressing his face against yours. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”

Oikawa Tooru

he’s a biter

likes to be lazy and dirty talks while you ride him usually, but every so often he shifts and will fuck you until tears are running out of your eyes.

will lay on top of you while you’re on your stomach, an arm looped around your neck, and just fuck you into the bedsheets. he’s wrapped up in his own little world, choking on high pitched moans and gasping for breath. like i said, he’s a biter, so you end up with marks all over your neck and shoulders. he’s just a fucking baby. the sounds he makes are so whiny and breathy it sounds like he’s the one getting destroyed instead of you.

“Ngh, fuck,” Tooru gasped. His breath was hot in your ear as you panted into the mattress. “Feel so good around me. You’re just begging for my cum, aren’t you?” You wanted to laugh and tell him you weren’t the one begging, but you couldn’t. Your breath was being torn from your lungs with every thrust. Tooru sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he pounded into you harder, letting out a soft whimper against your skin. His voice raised in pitch until he was practically whining. “Hah—gonna come soon. You feel so good.” His voice trailed off as it reached a whimper and he buried his face back against your neck, body shaking in anticipation.

Kuroo Tetsuro

spanking spanking spanking

seriously, hits it from the back and is not nice about it.

kuroo likes pulling you closer by your hips or ankles, turning you over whenever he feels like it, whatever. he just likes being able to toss you around and position you so he hits you just right every time.

“What? Trying to get away? That’s not how you take it, is it?” Kuroo grabbed your hips and yanked you flush against him. You cried out and buried your face against the bed. “There we go.” He laid a slap on your ass and laughed at the small sound you let out. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not going anywhere.”

Bokuto Koutarou

he fucks himself dumb. accidentally goes so hard he’s whining and can barely hear you if you ask him to speed up or slow down.

likes missionary because he likes being as close to you as humanly possible and it gives him the best leverage to just.....lose it. gasping against your face and babbling about how good you feel. going off of that, he has a very hard time pulling out. lord have mercy. use a condom or get on a reliable birth control because as much as he tries, he’s never going to have any self-control in the moment.

he forgets just how strong he is sometimes, which results in bruises and weak limbs and occasionally trouble walking. he always apologizes profusely and offers many kisses to make up for it even after you insist that you’re fine.

“Baby, please let me come inside you. Please. Oh my god,” Koutarou whined, tightening his grip on your thigh and snapping his hips harder.

“Yes, Kou. Please.” You brought him down into a kiss. You were both panting and Koutarou was moaning, practically vibrating against you as he got closer. He began moving erratically, pounding harder into you and making you cry out.

“M’sorry. Fuck. I’m gonna come.” His chest heaved as he thrust into you hard once, twice, and let out a long groan. You could feel him twitching inside you, hands clutching your skin so hard it was almost painful. He mumbled praise and curses and nonsense against your lips, slowing his movement until he collapsed on top of you. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead and tucked his face into your neck. “Thank you. I love you. Oh my god.”

Futakuchi Kenji

likes holding your legs and moving them around to see what gets the biggest reaction from you. doesn’t care what position you’re in but loves when your legs are closed and lifted so you’re extra tight around him.

his goal is to see you as desperate as possible. he’ll do whatever it takes to get your eyes rolling back, your hands clutching at anything they can grab, mindless pleading, all of it. he just wants to watch you fall apart because of him, and i gotta say, he’s good at getting his way.

“Oh, that’s it. Look at you,” Kenji cooed. He gently wiped a tear from your face as he readjusted your legs with his other hand, holding them tightly to his chest. “Coming apart already. I’m just getting started. Are you going to be good for me?”

Daishou Suguru

finger sucking finger sucking finger sucking. loves watching you gag so he’ll shove two fingers deep into your mouth and strokes them over your tongue. he also just does it to shut you up whenever he feels like it.

likes edging and teasing a little too much. will hold off from fucking you until you’re genuinely angry at him, so wet that he can push in with no resistance. then he makes it up to you by fucking you until you’re sobbing or your eyes are rolling back in your head. you’ve never had an orgasm with him that didn’t feel like you might not live to see the end of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Suguru said, thumbing over your bottom lip as his cock slid between your legs, not pushing in like you desperately wanted him to. “Like when I use you like this? Should I just come like this? I don’t even have to fuck you to get myself off.” You let out a pathetic noise in protest and he laughed. “Maybe another time. Today I’ll be nice and give you my cock.” He dragged between your legs again and stopped at your entrance, slowly sinking in and pulling a relieved sigh from your throat. “There we go. That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He slid two long fingers between your lips, pressing on the back of your tongue and nearly making you gag. “Now stay quiet while I use you.”

Terushima Yuuji

i.......i gotta mention the tongue piercing. i’m sorry. i know he gives the most enthusiastic, sloppiest head and FOR SURE owns a vibrating tongue ring. what a whore. i love him.

i feel like he’s messy. like he’s into spitting and really sloppy kissing and cum play and everything. will come in your mouth and tell you to hold it there while he fucks you stupid. sometimes kisses it out of your mouth. he’s a freak and i like it.

“Yuuji, fuck.” You could practically hear your body vibrating, past orgasms still lingering under your skin.

“Yeah? Tell me where you want me to come,” he said. You groaned as he abused the perfect angle inside of you and smirked down at your strained expression. “Not gonna talk to me?” You stayed silent as your head tipped back against your pillow. He chuckled and grabbed your face. “Open.” You blinked up at him and did as you were told, sticking out your tongue. He leaned forward and spat into your mouth. “I’m gonna come inside of you. Yeah? That what you want?” You nodded and swallowed, eyes pinched shut and voice frozen in your throat. He laughed and snapped his hips harder. “That’s right. Anything for you, princess.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

so we’ve all agreed: horse cock ushijima, however, he usually uses those powers for good. very gentle, very eager to please, exactly what you’d want in a man.

he’s not a hard dom, but sometimes he gets so overwhelmed with how much he loves you that he forgets how strong he is. pounding into you with his whole heart and whispering in your ear how much he adores you between groans. very vocal. a little too rough. definitely feels very guilty when you’re sore the next day but if you kiss him and tell him you liked it....he may be willing to throw caution to the wind again sometime.

Wakatoshi didn’t speak much, but the room was far from silent. He made the prettiest sounds when he was lost in you, grunts turning to long moans, made even sweeter when they were hummed against your lips. The groan of the bed mixed with the strike of skin against skin, white noise behind your already muddled thoughts. Wakatoshi pushed your legs farther toward your chest and leaned down, laying his face right against your ear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice seemed to rumble through your entire body. “You’re so good to me, darling. I love you.”

Kita Shinsuke

very soft. y’all are never gonna catch me writing hard dom kita shinsuke. HOWEVER. he is so eager that sometimes it’s a little too much for either of you. like he doesn’t realize how aggressive he’s been until you’re both literally unable to catch your breath and have to just lay in silence for a while. will ask you very nicely if you’re okay and get you water and anything else you need, but he will have this little grin on his face the whole time because he’s so happy to be able to put you both in that state.

Kita’s face scrunched up into a tight wince as he came, as his hips slowing into hard, deep thrusts that made your vision go white. Your grip in his hair was so tight you were sure it hurt, but you couldn’t help it when he was scrambling your brain with every touch. He stopped moving and you realized just how hard both of you were breathing. It felt like you couldn’t fill your lungs, body so spent that it couldn’t even do what it needed to do to survive. His braced arms on either side of your head were shaking, and his eyes were still shut tight.

“Shin,” you said, as steadily as you could through your gasping breaths. He didn’t answer. “Shin, baby, you okay?”

He exhaled hard and smiled, then let himself fall on top of you.

“Perfect. I’m—you’re perfect. I love you.” You laughed and combed your fingers through his hair, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too.”

Meian Shūgo

what to say about this man......

i feel like my opinions about what he likes and doesn’t like are kind of hot takes, because most of the stuff i see with him is hard dom. but. i raise you: overly excited switch meian shūgo.

captain meian shūgo likes to be teased and edged within an inch of his sanity. he likes when you talk shit and order him around and he’s DEFINITELY into handcuffs. however, he always pays you back for it. even if he’s still cuffed up and a little pink in the face from embarrassment, he will absolutely use you. very loud. loves when you leave scratch marks. loves leaving hickies everywhere.

You were almost shocked by the high moan that left Shūgo’s throat as he finally sunk into you. His face screwed up in pleasure and concentration as he withdrew his hips and drove them back against you.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. You tease me all that time but you can’t wait for me to fuck you like this, can you?”

“That’s some tough talk for someone whose wrists are still bound,” you said through a smile. He let out a breathy laugh and braced his hands on your stomach, still connected by leather and a short chain.

“Doesn’t keep me away from you.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed deeper inside you. “I can still use your body when I’m all tied up.”

Hirugami Fukurō

pulling a headcanon from his brother’s list and saying he likes getting his hair pulled, which means he loooooves going down on you.

will leave your legs feeling like jelly because he makes you come at least three times, and each one is hard. like, you forget where you are and can’t breathe for a few minutes afterward.

will cock warm you until you’re begging him to please, please move. proceeds to fuck you slowly, but so hard and so deep you’re feeling him between your legs the entire next day.

“Done already? That’s no fun,” Fukuro teased. You were still shaking from the last time he had pushed you over and he wasn’t helping the situation, thumb still circling your clit after already abusing it with his tongue.

“Come on. You know how to take me.” He continued easing his cock into you, dragging out all of the breath remaining in your body.

“Please,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned closer.

“Please what, love? Do you want me to stop? Use your words.”

“No.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“Want you to—“ You gasped. “—fuck me. Please.” Fukuro grinned and positioned himself so he had more leverage over you.

“Good girl.”

[astranva]

Champagne Problems

Word Count: 5.1k

Category: Angst to fluff

Warning: some swear words, and this is like, really sad

Summary: Harry got down on one knee, friends were ready to celebrate, until you walked out.

or

“Hii beautiful ☺️ could you please do one where Harry proposes to the reader and she says no bc she thinks they’re moving too fast and he breaks up with her but she ends up regretting it and tries to make it right. Thanks!!” but tweaked a little

heavily inspired by Champagne Problems by taylor. let me know what you think!

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There are a million ways to break someone’s heart, and some more to break your own.

There is always the “it’s not you, it’s me” scenario, and while it’s an abused phrase used by those who want an out just because, it can sometimes be true.

There is the “I need to find myself” scenario, too.

This one is a little tricky because if you are with the right person, finding yourself is never put on pause; you grow through love.

And then there’s the “You deserve better” one.

This one can suck because a fine line between “who are you to decide?” and “thank you” stands.

There’s also saying something that is least expected, destroying all possible scenarios that have went through someone’s head.

If you were to ask anyone, they’d tell you that you and Harry were always destined to be together – they’d go as far as to describe you as “soulmates.”

A best friends to lovers trope that made all those around you still believe in love and use you as examples of it; “I have two friends who have always been best friends then actually ended up together. It took them some time, but they’re so in love.”

You were the shoulder Harry leaned, cried, and slept on, as Harry was yours. A friendship that never died and support that never ran out.

Love made sense when you both were 18, when you could no longer look at each other the same way you did when you were younger and getting infatuated with dumb fucks.

He knew it since the moment he realized he was in love with you. He knew he wanted you for the rest of your lives.

Hell, he kept a polaroid of you in his wallet; smiling, a head towel on, peace sign up, and not a single fuck given.

The first time Harry said it, you were 20.

“I’m going to marry you someday.”

You had giggled and rolled your eyes, kissing the thought away; you were too young.

The second time he said it was on your third anniversary, a year later.

This time, you had smiled. You had wrapped your arms around him in a hug, and had kissed him with a soft “I love you.”

The third time he said was after the first show of Harry Styles: Live on Tour.

Having had stared, smiled, and swooned at you as you sang and danced along to every tune, Harry seemed to have fallen in love again and again with you.

You had hugged him despite the sweat and crowded backstage back, whispers of “I’m so proud of you” and “you did so well” whispered in his ear.

“I’m going to marry you someday.”

You had hugged him tighter, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to rid your body off the uneasy feeling.

You were in love with Harry — so fucking in love that Harry not being part of your life didn’t make sense to you.

He had been planning for it for months.

“Hey, baby, can you give me that mug, please?” You had asked him one day as you washed a few dishes that had piled because the both of you were too lazy the day before.

Harry had moved with grace that day, handing you the mug before lingering with his arms around you, head nuzzled into your neck before peppering soft kisses to your skin, “I love you, you know?”

You had thought nothing of it at the time, having been used to Harry randomly reminding you of his love to you.

“I love you, too, H.”

But then he began to become somewhat clingy and more vocal, touchy, and expressive of his love to the point where you had thought if your anniversary was coming up or anything of importance was up, but nothing rang a bell.

It was especially weird when the both of you went out with your mutual group of friends, and Harry couldn’t keep his hands away from you.

You were never the couple to do much PDA, especially since his whereabouts were almost always photographed and handed to the international public to see and comment about.

“We get it, you two are in love.” A friend had joked.

“Oh, fuck off.” Harry had chuckled, arm around you and bringing you closer to his side.

It was one night when you were working that you had asked him about it.

You were sat, finishing up some work on your laptop, and Harry had shown up to kiss you and ask you when you were going to finish to cuddle every 15 minutes.

That wouldn’t have been too strange if it weren’t for the fact that Harry himself had work to finish.

“Alright, I’m done,” you had turned off your laptop before walking towards him on the couch, his arms opened for you, “What’s gotten into you, you big baby?”

“What’s wrong?” He had asked softly, kissing your head and tightening his arms around you as you lied against him, your back to his chest.

“Why have you been loving up on me like that?” You had asked with a giggle, looking up at him, “Be careful, I might get used to it.”

Harry had rolled his eyes at you with a smile, “What? I can’t love on you for no reason now?”

“You can. Of course you can. But you always have a reason, baby.” You teased him.

“Oh yeah?”

A hum.

“Well, rules change. Get used to it.” He had joked, giving your cheek a sloppy, loud kiss.

And then you were switching jobs; to somewhere with a better title and a better salary, but God were the people assholes.

It didn’t help that you were at the beginning of proving yourself at your new job.

It didn’t help that you were homesick.

It didn’t help that you were so fucking scared.

You didn’t know, but everyone else did.

A night of fun turned from one that usually ended in soft touching and kisses, into tears and broken hearts.

Jeff hosted a barbecue and a gathering of all your friends.

Laughter was sounding all across Jeff’s backyard, whiffs from the barbecued food in the air, everyone unwinding.

“You’re not always the man of the hour,” Jeff laughed at Harry, “Just admit it, your fans like Sarah better.”

“You’re fired,” Harry joked as he pointed at Jeff, “You’re fired,” he pointed at Sarah, “You’re fired because you’re her boyfriend.” He pointed at Mitch, making all of you laugh.

“Your own girlfriend likes me better, Styles.” Sarah joked, “Don’t you, Y/N?”

You pursed your lips, looking at Harry before patting him on the back, “Sorry, H. It’s the truth.”

“You’re fired.”

Everyone laughed, you and Harry laughing before he squeezed you into a side hug.

“Can’t fire you if I tried.”

“I don’t even work for you.” You laughed at him.

“You do. You’re always on girlfriend duty.”

“Then where’s my monthly salary? Should be giving me a raise every week because of how I put up with your shit, rockstar.” You nudged him.

“I don’t know how you do it.” Gemma shook her head at you.

You feigned sadness, giving out a sigh, “Neither do I.”

“Stop it.” Harry giggled, holding your face to his chest to stop you from talking as he laughed.

It wasn’t long before you all had eaten and the music blasted; nothing too loud. In fact, quite the opposite.

It was why you and Harry were slow dancing, talking and laughing.

“Remember when we were young?” He asked.

“Of course,” you replied, “You were so annoying.”

“No, I wasn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “But you? That we can talk about.”

You loved doing that.

The playful banter that had stuck with you since you were young, sometimes at each other’s throats.

“What about us?” You asked.

“You ever think about how far we’ve come?”

You smiled, “All the time. Always when I’m at your shows, watching you give your all to the crowd and being so fucking good at it.”

Harry’s heart was beating at a pace that he was sure wasn’t very healthy.

“I think about you all the time, too. How far you’ve come,” he said, “You’re the most hardworking person I know.”

You sighed, absorbing the validation, before you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes. “It’s been hard.”

Harry’s hands were close to shaking, but he rubbed your back soothingly, swaying softly to the music.

“I know, baby,” he said quietly, “But it’ll be okay. It always turns out to be okay.”

“It’ll be okay.” You replied softly.

“Can I say something?”

You hummed, adjusting to look at him properly.

“I remember one night, you had a date with some dumb fuck,” he chuckled, caressing your face, “I think we were 17. I was so mad, Y/N. You called me to ask me about what you were going to wear, and you looked adorable in every outfit you chose.”

“I got mad at you that night because you kept saying I looked good in every one of them.” You giggled.

“Can’t blame me,” he chuckled, “I was away, and I felt like I don’t need shit. I don’t need the band, I don’t need an album, nothing. I just wanted to fly to you and stop you from seeing that bloke.”

You smiled as you heard him speak, deciding against saying anything.

“I think I manifested that bloke fucking up because he did and you never went on a second date,” he smiled proudly at himself, “I called mum and I complained for so long, talked her ear off.”

“Poor Anne.”

“Poor me,” he chuckled, “Gemma gave me shit because she kept telling that I should just get to it and tell you how I feel. But I didn’t know at the time that I was in love with you,” Harry said quietly, a soft and small smile on his face, “So I kept telling her that I don’t feel anything towards you, and she kept asking me why I was mad that you were on a date. I think I said he dressed like shit.”

“That was the reason?”

“That’s exactly what I said,” he laughed at himself, “But fuck, I was so in love with you but so oblivious.

“Don’t take all the blame. So was I.”

Harry smiled, “You were. We both were,” he chuckled, “But it worked out. You have always been my best friend,” he took a deep breath, “My love,” Harry removed one hand to put it inside his pocket, taking out the blue velvet box.

You weren’t prepared.

He got down on one knee, and you instantly teared up.

Your friends around you began giggling and cheering, flashes on you as they recorded.

“Will you be my wife?” Harry asked with a smile, looking up at you, “Marry me?“

Gemma popped the celebratory champagne.

You were close to choking on your breath, close to letting out whimpers and loud sobs.

You were close to running out.

You were quiet.

“Y/N?” Harry’s smile faltered, nerves all over the place at your silence and shocked expression.

Everyone was quiet.

“Harry, I-” a sob escaped. You shook your head subconsciously in shock, “Harry, I-Harry, I can’t.”

It wasn’t like Harry was too confident, no, but he didn’t expect that.

“What?”

“Harry, please,” you sniffled, looking away from his eyes as you shook your head, “I-I’m sorry.”

You were quick on your feet as you walked away and inside the house to get your stuff before walking out of the door.

Harry was still on one knee; in shock, in sadness, in embarrassment.

Slowly, his eyes met each pair of his friends’ before they landed on his sister who rushed to him, helping him stand and into an embrace.

He was in shock that he didn’t even hug her back, the blue velvet box still opened to the diamond ring Anne had given him; “my very own heirloom” she had said.

Nobody expected it.

You were in tears; hurtful sobs uncontrollable as you sat in your Uber on your way home.

Home.

Your home – your shared home.

Why couldn’t he have done it privately?

No, why couldn’t you have talked about it first?

Why did he have to put you on the spot and surprise you like that?

“Because he loves you and didn’t expect you’d turn him down,” a voice in your head had said, and fuck that voice for making sense when you least wanted it to.

He looked so in love with you as you danced, he looked so excited when he asked you to marry him.

He looked ready to celebrate.

Hell, the champagne was popped and splashed, and now no one was celebrating.

You loved Harry, so much it was crazy.

You were committed to him and only him.

So why did the thought of marriage make you feel nauseous and scared?

Your home was exactly that – a home.

Your stuff was everywhere, yours and Harry’s scents mixed into a unique one, arrangements that only made sense to the both of you all across.

You were scared to see him, but you waited for Harry to come home.

9 came, and then 10, and you didn’t know how it was 1 in the morning when you checked again the moment you heard the rattle of keys outside the door.

Your heart was close to beating its way out of your chest. Your palms were clammy with sweat, the temperature seeming to go up all around you.

You stood up in a haste, fiddling with your fingers.

Harry came into view, his step slow and reluctant, eyes yet to meet yours.

It was awkward, and it was never awkward around you.

The distance between the both of you was poetic, and you hated it.

The silence engulfing you was excruciating, and you loathed it.

Harry’s hand reached up to brush back his hair before it rested on his hip.

He sniffed, “Why?”

He was trying hard not to cry despite his red nose and tearful eyes, but fuck, he almost lost it when he looked at you.

You opened your mouth to reply before closing it again. You took a step closer to him, still respecting his space.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why, Y/N? Why did you say no?”

You were quiet, and it was infuriating.

God, he tried to understand, he really did, but this was the worst heartbreak he has ever gone through.

He nodded to himself, a small dry chuckle escaping. “Is it even in the future for you?”

“I-” You stopped, tears falling as you avoided his eyes, looking at the ground.

Harry nodded again, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. “Then we don’t want the same thing, Y/N,” he began, looking back at you, “And I-I don’t think we can be together.”

“No, Harry,” you stepped closer.

“Talk to me then, Y/N!” He said a little louder, “Help me understand so we can work this out.”

“I just,” you shook your head angrily at yourself, “I don’t know what to say without hurting you.”

His heart was like broken China.

“You’re hurting me by not saying anything.”

It was when you stayed quiet that he walked away before stopping, “You can have the house.”

“No, it’s yours.” You finally looked up at him, sobbing.

“No, it was ours,” Harry replied instantly, “And I can’t stay here,” and with that, Harry walked away and to your room to gather a few of his things.

Your head was in your hands as you cried on the couch, thinking over and swearing at yourself over and over.

Time seemed to go quickly because before you knew it, you heard Harry’s voice again.

“I’ll let you know when the movers will be here for the rest of my stuff,” he said, making your head snap up to look at him. He looked reluctant, pausing by the end of the couch with his gucci hand-luggage bag in his hand.

He opened his mouth to say something before closing it and turning around to walk out, only to stop and turn to you again, still reluctant to say whatever he wanted to say.

“I never lied to you,” he finally said, “When I told you I loved you, I never lied. I still love you,” he said, “And this isn’t fucking closure for me, Y/N, so I’ll wait for one. Text me when you can give that to me.”

And he walked out.

There are five stages of grief.

Stage 1: Denial

Neither you nor Harry could wrap your heads around what happened.

Did you break up? Was that it? Were you on a break?

Did you really say no to his proposal without a single explanation?

It didn’t feel real, and that wasn’t out of the ordinary because spend almost every day of your past 11-year life with someone and you’ll know how unreal their absence would feel like.

“What really happened, Y/N?” A friend who had seen it all happen, had asked you one day as she checked up on you.

“I don’t know.”

You did, and Harry did, too.

Stage 2: Anger.

The movers hadn’t come for the rest of Harry’s stuff right after. It took him good two weeks before he decided that he needed his stuff.

And he wasn’t even there for them. Instead, he had sent Gemma.

You didn’t expect to see Gemma on your doorstep with a small, forced smile.

You expected Harry, and you were angry at yourself for expecting so.

How could you expect him on your doorstep when it should be you going to him?

“I’m here for his things.” Gemma had said.

Gemma was reluctant around you, and you knew her well enough to know she was biting her tongue from saying what she really wanted to say, but you also knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t leave without saying it.

It was why after an hour and a half of constant moving, she had approached you.

Her hands were tucked in her pockets, being quiet as she walked towards you and sitting beside you on the couch.

“I love him, you know?” You had said, cutting through the silence.

“Then why did you reject him?”

Reject him. How the fuck did you reject him?

“I just,” you shut your eyes, anger firing inside you, “I’m terrified, Gem. I’m so fucking terrified.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know!” You raised your voice, but not at Gemma, mostly at yourself. That was a lame answer. “I don’t know, just thinking about marriage makes me so fucking sick.”

Stage 3: Bargaining.

You should’ve just said yes.

You should’ve said yes and jumped into his arms before letting him put that diamond ring around your finger.

If only you had said yes, Harry would be sitting with you, comforting you as you ranted about how fucking toxic your work environment was.

Stage 4: Depression.

One month.

That was how long it took for you to lose hope in having your best friend back.

To be honest, it wasn’t like you did anything about it, and what sucked was that you knew if you called Harry to meet up, he’d agree in a heartbeat.

He’d meet up with you, hold his hands to his sides because he’d be afraid to embrace you. He’d purse his lips because he’d be afraid to kiss you.

He would sit and listen to everything you have to say and he’d understand; you knew he would. He’d tell you that you can try again, that you can come to a middle ground, you can meet somewhere.

He’d tell you that all he wanted was to be with you, however you wanted.

But Harry would also be insecure.

He’d ask you if you still loved him because why else does the thought of marrying him make you anxious? What is it about him that is so bad that you can’t stand marrying?

And then you’d assure him and tell him that nothing is wrong with him, and that you love him, flaws, fame, and all.

But that was a scenario you couldn’t go through because you were scared.

How can you not when you felt incapable of giving him what he wanted?

And it’s not like he wanted you to do anything, he just wanted you to be his wife; just one more title to call yourself and for him to call, for everyone else to know that he was yours as you were his.

Stage 5: Acceptance.

You both wanted different things.

No, scratch that. You didn’t know what it is that you wanted really because you were still scared of marriage.

If not Harry, then who?

Because you knew you missed your best friend. You missed him, and fuck that house for not feeling like home anymore.

It was why you had sought therapy, wanting to figure yourself out. You wanted to understand, and you wanted to be okay.

You wanted him back.

Therapy wasn’t magic, there was work to do, questions to ask and answers to unfold.

There was unraveling of built-up bad experiences and fright. There were triggers and there was frustration.

It wasn’t magic, but it helped you take the steps you needed to take.

Everything changes after marriage. You had seen it so many times; they made movies about it, they sought therapy for it.

A happy couple that once were head over heels for each other can no longer stand each other for more than dinner after marriage.

What made someone fall for another becomes the flaws they fight about.

It was scary.

But it also happened in relationships.

The honeymoon phase was a tricky one; each person is on their best behavior to impress the other that they sometimes create an image. Someone can fall in love with an image that was created in their head that has nothing to do with the person they have in front of them.

You and Harry were way past that.

11 years of unfiltered friendship and relationship. There were no images created, no puzzle pieces misplaced because you have been through so much. No images, just the raw perception of who you truly were.

And God, it took your therapist so much talking and exercises to reach that point.

So much jotting down of your thoughts and fears, so much unraveling of issues you had never thought to resolve.

There you were, sending the one text message you had wished, dreamed, and longed to send three months ago:

“Can we meet up to talk?”

He had waited. Fuck, he had waited.

“Yes. We can meet at somewhere private.”

You hated this so much.

The lack of “love yoooouuu” you both left at the end of your texts, the x’s and o’s.

“Would you be comfortable with coming over?”

It took him a good half an hour to reply, not that you were counting.

“Yes. I’ll be there at 6.”

“See you then :)”

He didn’t reply after that, despite you seeing that he was typing after it. He typed, deleted, typed again, deleted again, before he was gone.

He really was coming.

You were actually going to talk.

You called your therapist on the phone, pacing around the living room.

“Hello?”

“I don’t think I can do it, Deb.” You instantly said.

“Did you text him?”

“Yeah, he’s coming over in two hours,” you replied, “He sounded so angry, oh my God.”

“Over text?”

“He used proper punctuation, Deb. He never used proper punctuation with me.” You let out a whine.

“Try to put yourself in his shoes, Y/N,” she sighed, “Yes, he did something you aren’t used to, but he still agreed to talk it out after three months of radio silence.”

You took a breath in, nodding to yourself, “You’re right.”

“You’ve been doing so well,” she assured, “You know what to say. Just do yourself and Harry a favor and be honest. It’s what’s best for you.”

It helped, it really did.

You had a cup of tea after and waited patiently – alright, not really, you had to distract yourself by watching a movie.

When it was finally 6, you had heard the doorbell.

He didn’t use his key.

It wasn’t a surprise, you thought it was common decency but it still pained you.

You were quick to open the door, Harry coming to view.

He was in casual clothes; his TPWK black hoodie and some sweat shorts on.

“Hey,” you breathed out, “Uh, come in,” you moved to the side, letting Harry enter before closing the door. He lingered by your side the way a guest would, and it made you frown. “This is your home, you know?”

“No,” he spoke, looking at you, “I honestly don’t think I know that anymore.”

You bit your tongue to hold your tears, gulping before motioning for him to enter.

“Tea? Coffee?” You asked.

“Can we just talk?” Harry asked calmly as he sat down, “Please?”

You nodded, sitting on the chair opposite to him to get a good look at him.

The both of you were quiet for a moment before you spoke.

“I’ve been going to therapy.”

He looked up at you, face seeming to shift to a softer expression.

You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers, “Took me some time but I did it.”

“I’m proud of you.” He said sincerely right after.

God, you loved him.

You nodded, “I did it for you,” you looked up, “Well, for me, too, obviously because I felt like I was fucked in the head after everything. And I think,” you shrugged, “I think I did it for us, too.”

Harry stayed quiet, but nodded.

“And it helped me realize that I can’t give you closure,” your eyes grew tearful, “Because I don’t want us to end.”

Harry’s jaw clenched as to control his emotions, tearing his eyes from you and looking down at the ground as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“Marriage scares the fuck out of me, Harry,” you finally said, “So, so many people file for divorce after everything takes a turn. It’s like- It’s like people change after marriage and that terrifies me because I don’t think I can take looking at you and not recognizing you, or us.”

“But it works out just fine for so many others,” Harry said softly.

“I know,” you sniffled, “God, yes, I know, you’re right. I think I just- I just never want to lose you, and after what happened,” you shook your head, “I realized I could lose you in so many different ways and that didn’t make anything better because,” you brushed your hair back, “Because I thought I lost you and I got no one to blame but myself.”

Harry was quick to shake his head and approach you, kneeling down in front of you and taking your hands in his, “You never lost me, you can’t,” he began, “And you shouldn’t feel pressured to do this – to get married.”

“But I do want to get married to you,” you sniffled, looking at him, “I want to be with you.”

“Then let’s be together, however you want,” he said, “I didn’t leave because you didn’t agree to marry me, Y/N,” Harry’s eyes were looking at you so softly, “I just didn’t think you wanted to be with me in any way.”

“That’s not true,” you cried.

“I know, baby,” he was quick to say, “I know now because you told me so. I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“You were working on it,” he smiled slightly, “You were trying and that’s all that matters to me,” he squeezed your hands, “I’m sorry I put you on the spot.”

“No, Harry, don’t apologize,” you shook your head, “You used to say you wanted us to get married all the time, I should’ve talked with you about it.”

Harry got quiet, standing up and gently tugging on your hands to stand with him before he embraced you.

“What do you want us to do?”

“Wait,” you spoke softly, “Just wait some more. I’ll go on with my therapy.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked, pulling away to cup your face in his hands, “Is that what you want or are you doing this for me? Because I don’t want you under that pressure.”

“I’m doing this for us, H,” you assured him, “I love you,” you finally said, “And I want to be with you.”

You kissed the promise away.

It was comfortable again after that. Harry had cursed and swore because he had to contact the movers again, but he was okay with it because he was home.

It took you 7 months to be ready.

Deb had become a friend more than she was a therapist, and you appreciated it.

It was especially comforting when things fell into place after Harry moved back, as if nothing happened. Sure, things were more quiet the first few weeks, but the kisses were the same if not more passionate.

The 7th month came and went.

It was on a Tuesday that you were sat with a jewelry box, beads in front of you.

Harry was taking a nap, and you were thankful for it.

It didn’t take so much time, after all, they were beads – nothing fancy, but your heart was thumping in your chest like a drum.

When he woke up, Harry took notice of how antsy you were but he resorted to wrapping his arms around you and kissing you first.

“You okay?”

You nodded, giving one more kiss before you discreetly put your hand in your pocket.

“I have something to ask you,” you began, Harry nodding, “I can’t really do a speech like you because you’re the songwriter in this relationship,” you chuckled nervously before you pulled out the handmade, beaded ring in your fingers and got down on one knee.

Harry’s eyes widened before he let out a hearty laugh, putting his hands to his chest in glee.

At this, your own smile widened, “Marry me?”

With one more loud laugh and an excited nod of his head, Harry had knelt down, cupping your face in his hands, “Yes,” he grinned, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

[sixtynineinchnails]

I’ve seen a ton of posts talking about racism and anti-semitism in the Harry Potter series since jkr came out as a terf, but I really haven’t seen people discussing the fatphobia. so I’m going to bring it up. because it’s awful.

The Dursleys: the first antagonists we encounter in the series are the Dursleys, and 2/3 of them are fat. Vernon and Dudley’s weight is mentioned constantly and a large part of their character is being greedy and lazy. don’t forget Dudley’s pig tail from the philosophers stone, and aunt marge (another fat character) being blown up like a balloon. yes, they were bullies and abusers. but their fatness should be irrelevant to their behaviour. instead, it’s basically written that being fat and being a bad person go together, and that other characters mocking their weight is deserved because of their abuse.

Crab and Goyle: stupid, greedy, and mean. were literally tricked into eating magic desserts then locked in a cupboard by the protagonists (again, fat characters being punished by the narrative for their fatness rather than the things that actually make them mean)

Neville: was portrayed as wimpy, fearful, and bad at magic for most of the series, and was largely dismissed when he could easily have been the fourth member of the main trio, even the chosen one himself. when he did get his character arch and became a hero, it also came with an unnecessary glow up, as if characters who are anything but skinny and attractive need to change that in order to be heroes

Umbridge: her physical appearance is used constantly to signify her inward evilness, her nasty personality is shown in her looking like a “toad”. she’s also stereotypically into things like cats, lace doilies, and other staples of elderly women or crazy cat ladies, which is a very unfair stereotype to associate with what many consider to be the most cruel antagonist of the series

Molly Weasley: she’s a lovely character, but she is pretty one dimensional. her entire personality revolves around being a stay at home mum who has a ton of kids. even her badass battle for hogwarts scenes revolve around her protecting her children. it’s interesting to note that she’s one of the only characters whose size is not associated with negative things. I guess the message is that being a mum means it’s okay to be “plump” (as the books describe her) but it’s extremely unfair for the only time we see fatness be acceptable is when it’s associated with cooking, providing, and childbearing

Hagrid: his overall size is critical to him being a social outcast, and I don’t even wanna get into the issue of him being a half giant and the way giants (or any magical creatures for that matter) are treated in the series. it’s interesting to note though that while Hagrid is one of everyone’s favourite protagonists, some of his main personalities traits are how emotional, dumb, and impulsive he is, and how much he doesn’t measure up to the other adults in the story. he’s a prime example of the “large, loveable, and stupid” character trope, with his constant mistakes just furthering the plot for the other protagonists.

The Fat Lady Portrait: I don’t even have to expand on this. the fact that she’s literally just referred to as the fat lady the entire series…I know she’s a painting but she’s a magical sentient painting. c’mon now.

there are other fat characters in the series but this post is already too long. I’m assuming this gets talked about less because we’re so desensitized to fatphobia in the media we consume, or maybe because people genuinely don’t see the issue with it. but it is an issue. I also think it’s worth noting that traits like curly/bushy hair and hooked noses are considered ugly in the text as well, and physical appearance has a huge impact on how the narrative treats the characters.

tldr: even when fatness isn’t outright vilified and used as a symbol of a character’s inner ugliness (which is done a lot and to an extreme), fat characters are still more often portrayed as unintelligent comedic relief, and the overall treatment of fat characters in the narrative is blatantly terrible

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hi yes im still alive

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST--

HAVING A MOMENT TO PROCESS ALL THE LORE AND STORY CHAPTER 6 JUST DROPPED ON US, I CAN BARELY WRITE

AHHHHHHH, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS 😭 kjdbbaufbiafafvoaybo LEMME PUT ON MY THINKING CAP AND THROW SOME STUFF OUT ASDYUBUASDLI;AGVUOQIB;VI You’ll understand why I used Leona’s face here even though it’s Idia and Ortho’s chapter after you read my thoughts--

***Chapter 6 (and other main story) spoilers below the cut!***

Okay, just to keep it simple, I’ll try to keep things in chronological order!

First is a bullet point list of my thoughts on chapter 6 so far, then all my questions and theories (mostly a biggish theory on Ace) are at the end of the post.

Expectation: Idia cowering in his room, Vil and Rook busting down his door using Epel as a battering ram, dead Ortho theory confirmed

Reality: SWAT TEAM RAID ON NRC, DORM LEADERS (sans Kalim) AND JAMIL GET KIDNAPPED

Admittedly, I’m disappointed to see that the injury Grim inflicted to MC was basically just a cat scratch and nothing more. I thought it would be a lot more impactful if MC had to deal with juggling the realization that Grim has betrayed their friendship and trust while also on the verge of death (or at least while being severely injured)... And given how MC reacted to the attack at the end of chapter 5, I would think whatever struck them was much more substantial than just a cat scratch. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say either the script got scrubbed by Disney, or the intent was that MC was still woozy from VDC / OB Vil, MC felt so betrayed that it shook them emotionally, or that MC was just that weak by default that they can’t defend themselves against cat claws.

Hey, Ramshackle’s finally getting renovated! Proceeds to immediately get destroyed again--

I feel like????????? They tried to retroactively explain why Neige won to try and mitigate the uproar over how VDC ended. There’s some dialogue between the VDC group about how they didn’t perform at their peak because of having just walked out of dealing with OB Vil, and how Neige’s fans were going to vote for him anyway because they resonated with his background. Honestly, I think they should have moved on from that sore spot instead of bringing it up again, even if how chapter 5 ended didn’t personally bother me.

BOOM, HERE COME THE TWST TERMINATORS--

NOT GONNA LIE, THOSE STYX GUYS LOOK HOT SO COOL

AAAAAAND IT’S KIDNAPPING MONTAGE TIME, KIDS

JOABSFHUPAUABDBADB CALM DOWN, RIDDLE??????? YOU’RE GOING TO COMMIT ARSON IN BROAD DAYLIGHT--

Okay, I know this chapter’s focused on Ignihyde and Grim, but the standout part to me (so far) has been the scene where Leona’s being kidnapped. Historically, Leona has not been a character that I like (excluding that one time I had to pretend to like him for a game). I feel like he’s one massive missed opportunity (he didn’t show up much in chapter 2, he’s pretty similar backstory-wise to his Disney counterpart compared to the other Dorm Leaders, he didn��t seem to learn anything or become a better person even a LITTLE after chapter 2, etc.). I’m not a fan of his lazy and arrogant attitude either (even if it is justified by his backstory). But here? THIS IS THE LEONA I ACTUALLY LIKE AND WANT TO SEE MORE OF. 

LIKE????? I CAN’T DESCRIBE TO YOU HOW MUCH I LIKE THIS SCENE???? Yeah, we have Leona fighting STYX at first, but as soon as he realizes who they are, he wises up and surrenders because he knows better than to resist arrest. AND NOT ONLY THAT, but he uses King’s Roar in a smart way--to turn the falling greenhouse glass panes into sand so they don’t hurt anyone nearby (namely him and Ruggie).

And after he turns himself in????? LEONA TELLS RUGGIE TO TAKE CARE OF SAVANACLAW FOR HIM!!! THIS is what a real leader would do. He looks after himself and his people, but he knows when to surrender, AND he leaves his “kingdom” (the dorm) in good hands while he’s away. THIS is the Leona I want to see.

AJBDUASHPFBUABFIABIYFBIPFAAFIAF I ALSO REALLY LIKE HIS SASS WHEN HE JUST THROWS HIS HANDS UP AND ASDBIASBIABAIODDAYOFAIPPADAIDB SAYS “I’ll go with you, but be careful while escorting me, okay? Despite my looks, I'm a precious prince. I’ll get sick/dizzy if you drive recklessly.” SARCASTIC SASSY SMARTASS??????? IF YOU HAD MORE LINES LIKE THIS, I’D LIKE YOU MORE

I love how Azul’s still talking about capitalism/how he can profit from Idia (apparently the Shrouds are like the TWST equivalent of Google??????) as he’s being escorted away by the agents?????? IF I WERE HIM, I’D BE PISSED OFF THAT THEY INTERRUPTED MY BOARD GAME????? At least let the man finish first--

Damn, everyone’s being tasered???????? And apparently all the STYX agents are equipped with anti-magic plates? I guess Bind the Heart can just eat shit then--

Lilia’s ringtone is cute, period.

CROWLEY CALLED STYX TO CAPTURE GRIM???? GRIM IS OFFICIALLY A SCP THAT NEEDS TO BE CONTAINED????

WAIT WHAT CROWLEY’S BEING KIDNAPPED TOO??????? Oh well, the school is probably safer in Trein’s hands anyway--

askhlbfbilhidbabbidasb RIDDLE WAKES UP POST KIDNAPPING AND HE’S USING LEONA AS A LAP PILLOW?????!

How does it feel to be held in a room against your will, Jamil? Yeah, don’t like a taste of your own medicine, do you?

OH HI IDIA, NICE YZMA MAD SCIENTIST GETUP YOU GOT THERE

Wait, what????? THAT’S IT?????? SERIOUSLY???????

MAN.

I have so many questions??????? Specifically about STYX and what they do, and how the Shrouds are tied into all of it.

So they say STYX is a specialized unit called in to quell serious Overblot cases. And if Crowley called them to deal with Grim... well, bad times ahead for Grim. STYX has also been studying Overblot for a long time, which is why (I think?) they captured Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, and Vil. 

There’s been some allusions made between Grim and Stitch in a lot of fan art and fan theories I’ve seen, since their struggles have some parallels: that being them struggling to decide if they are “good” or “bad”. I don’t know if this was intentional on the part of the TWST writing team, but regardless, it’s a really good concept that plays into the themes of TWST itself. There’s no good, there’s no evil, no black and white--most of the characters we see may be BASED on villains, but that doesn’t MAKE them villains. They are good, and bad, in their own ways--and now Grim is dealing with that crisis as he fights to keep his sanity and avoid completely succumbing to Overblot.

Though Idia seems to be involved with STYX’s research, it doesn’t sound like he personally gave the order to retrieve those test subjects (or at the very least, he’s not happy about roughing up the test subjects), it sounds like the orders came from other people in the organization. His parents, perhaps?

They mention briefly that Idia’s parents are asking him to “come home”, so it must be for something urgent. Are they worried about his safety? But Idia’s lines at the end of chapter 5 lead me to think he is estranged from his family, since he straight up rejected a job offer linked to them (Olympus Corp is owned by the Jupiter family, and the Shrouds are a branch family of Jupier), and says something like “I’m not welcome anywhere”. Has Idia done something to disgrace him from the rest of the family? Or is it more of a self imposed/self inflicted statement, given that he always says he’s “cursed” and acts like he’s guilty of something that deserves scorn?

Why is Idia participating in STYX research, even if it means experimenting on his fellow students (and fellow board game enthusiast Azul)? People are speculating that he wants to use blots to fully revive Ortho (if dead Ortho theory is true), or that Idia actually has heroic intentions (he wants to know more about blots to prevent OBing from happening?), but at this point??? Literally anything could happen?!

In future parts, I’m guessing Pomefiore, MC, and Adeuce will team up to break Jamil and the Dorm Leaders (except Malleus, Malleus got left out again www) out? And HOPEFULLY we get to see Rook’s Unique Magic or at least more screen time, since I feel like he got so little in chapter 5... Another thing I’d like to see is Ace and/or Epel getting their Unique Magic, or at least starting to develop it. It’s really mostly Ace I want more details for.

A theory I’ve been holding onto for a long time is that Deuce getting his UM will spur Ace on to become jealous (since he has always seen Deuce as an idiot/”lesser” than him), and that will cause a rift in the friendship, or for Ace to throw himself into a dangerous situation to prove himself (he has done it before with Riddle)... and has his ass rescued again. This would make Ace even angrier, since he feels like everyone is treating him like a little kid or rubbing it in that he isn’t “as good” as they are. I don’t know where it would go from there (I’m sure TWST would get creative), but ultimately it would culminate in Ace making amends with everyone and rushing in to save them from either Grim or Idia OB.

I don’t think Ace would discover his UM in a similar manner as Deuce (Deuce had to embrace his own stubbornness and straightforwardness, but as the term “Unique” Magic implies, the way a magic develops and manifests is “unique” to the user). While Deuce has to learn to accept his own way of thinking, I believe Ace is already sure of his own way of thinking and has totally accepted it. I think what Ace has to deal with instead is coming to terms with his fickleness. We’ve seen him time and time again treating his loved ones kind of callously, from constantly bullying MC, Grim, and Deuce to ghosting his own girlfriend and flaking on people when they are counting on him to do a task.

The issue with Ace isn’t that he isn’t aware, it’s that he is aware and he seems to think this behavior is totally okay. He demonstrates little to no remorse in what he does and says, and he doesn’t seem to care about the consequences either (how many times does he get punished by Riddle, yet he keeps doing the same dumb things over and over?). Ace appears to operate under the mindset of always being in the right, or (if he’s in the wrong), he won’t really acknowledge it, or he will wave it off as “no big deal”--and I think that’s his greatest weakness.

In the scenario I described earlier, I mentioned that Ace’s jealousy will cause a wedge between him and his friends, and I think this will play into him realizing the error of his ways. When he has finally driven away all of the people that supported him, what will he have left? Nothing. Then maybe Ace suddenly finds himself relating to Idia, or to Grim, who have Overblotted and are in a similar emotional state as he is. Confused and lonely... and that energizes him to pitch in again, even if all he has is wind magic up his sleeve. Everyone could be shocked that Ace has returned, and in that moment, he could finally realize his true potential and unlock his Unique Magic!

(Maybe that’s too specific, but that’s a scenario that I’ve had playing in my head for a long time!)

... Buuuuut given that Ace has gotten little to no spotlight so far in chapter 6, I’m not sure if they’ll lean into him developing his UM yet (unless they pull a chapter 5 and really start addressing Ace in the latter half of the chapter like they did with Deuce). Seeing as chapter 6 is dealing with a lot of heavy topics (death, Grim lore, Overblot lore), I’m thinking maybe the TWST team will push off Ace’s UM development to chapter 7???? The only way I can see it happening in chapter 6 is if the chapter is SUPER long, or if the writing is REALLY good or really bad. 

Anyway, I’m keeping my fingers crossed!!! I’m so excited for the rest of chapter 6... I hope that we don’t have to wait too long for it!

[ungrateful-cyborg-moved]

My main characters: a summary

Because I’ve gotten new followers lately, and I’m too lazy to make a Carrd right now.

Short description of them all (with screenshots) under the cut!

Inge Sjasaris: aesthetics, meme tag

The Advocate: aesthetics, meme tag

Wolfe Ironfist: aesthetics, meme tag

A’idan Tia: aesthetics, meme tag

Astrid Fauconnoix: aesthetics, meme tag

Skaar Lhatyn: aesthetics, meme tag

Kazan Takeuchi: aesthetics, meme tag

Alakja Bloom: aesthetics, meme tag

Aïcha Bedi: aesthetics, meme tag

You’ll see me answer asks with other characters at times. They’re NPCs (Hanae, Griveroix, Aku) and aren’t described further in this post.

Name: Inge Sjasaris Origin: Golmore Jungle, village of Sjasaris Occupation: Adventurer, Warrior of Light (until Carteneau in my FC verse, ongoing in my WoL verse—in a team of two.) IC job/class: White mage, archer, alchemist Lives in the Twelveswood, but she owns a house in the Lavender Beds

Romance: married to Yersinia (@inah-ffxiv​) in both verses, in a relationship with Y’shtola in my WoL verse

Kind, stubborn and reckless, she has yet to meet her limits. In the meantime, she takes dumb risks, tries to help as many people as she can and drinks tea. A lot of tea.

She’s known for being a picky adventurer who almost exclusively works with people Mother Miounne sent her way, not being very fond of healing stupid injuries and a disliking for creating barriers (“Just dodge.”).

Name: Unknown, gets called “The Advocate” Origin: Ishgard Occupation: Duelist “for hire” who really just works for free to defend people against accusations of heresy, ??? IC job/class: Dark Knight, ???, ??? Lives in Coerthas (formerly), 13th shard (post Endwalker, which isn’t known but I’m specifying it in case anyone would want to RP with him)

Romance: ???

Mysterious dark knight who made a name for himself by defending people at the Tribunal in Ishgard and winning all his cases so far. Unnaturally strong and off-putting, despite a behaviour most would describe as amiable if they could get over their instinctive fear of him.

Hates the Church, nobles and voidsents.

Name: Astrid Fauconnoix Origin: Sharlayan Occupation: Historian IC job/class: / Lives in Mor Dhona. Currently in my FC verse, she’s in Doma.

Romance: single

Blushing historian who’d like nothing more than to be left in peace with her tea, pastries and research. She disappeared when the Isle of Val was destroyed and reappeared in the middle of nowhere years later, unable to say how, why or what had happened. She’s since learned that she did not, in fact, survive the destruction of the island and is looking for a way to be truly alive once more.

Her true nemesis is Sharlayan bureaucracy.

Name: A’idan Tia Origin: Moraby Drydocks Occupation: Baby adventurer (FC verse), engineer at the Garlond Ironworks (WoL verse) IC job/class: Arcanist, carpenter Lives in Limsa Lominsa (formerly), Thavnair (current, both verses)

Romance: Lian (@adrayellinaeth​) in both verses

Curious and enthusiastic catboy who decided to become an adventurer to explore the land for a few years, so he wouldn’t regret not seeing more of it before accomplishing his true dream: building his own submarine and exploring the depth of the ocean.

Chaos ensued.

(WoL verse: slightly older, he’s not a WoL but did help Aïcha and her team along the way. Joined the Ironworks to solve his problem of funding his submarine after he hung up his adventuring career. Gets along terrifically with Nero, much to anyone’s dismay since A’idan loves shenanigans almost as much as Nero loves himself.)

Name: Wolfe Ironfist Origin: Ul’dah, though both his parents are from Gyr Abania Occupation: Sultansworn (formerly), PI & bounty hunter IC job/class: Paladin, botanist Lives in the Black Brush (formerly), in exile and homeless currently

Romance: Cathan (@inah-ffxiv​) or he would if they weren’t both idiots in denial

Pragmatic, blunt and honest to a fault, he’s a man of his word with all the good and the bad it brings. Convinced the Law is sacred and no one should disobey it, he lost everything to corrupt superiors and must now answer a millennia old question: what do you do when the Law is unfair and you can do nothing to change it?

Name: Skaar Lhatyn Origin: Ala Mhigo Occupation: Mercenary (formerly), itinerant monk, FC co-leader IC job/class: Monk, fisher Lives in Limsa Lominsa

Romance: married to X’yan Tia (who’s not on Tumblr)

Clever man who looks and often acts like a brute. Much more lenient with Ala Mhigans than with any person from another nation, he helps refugees go back to Gyr Abania after years helping them settle in La Noscea.

Currently looking for students to teach them the monk arts.

Name: Kazan Takeuchi Origin: Sui-no-Sato Occupation: Bodyguard IC job/class: Samurai Lives on the road

Romance: single

A traumatized man that sees himself as a shield and a weapon, nothing more. Travels the world at Seimei’s side, a wandering priest from Sui-no-Sato with bad decision-making skills (if you ask his bodyguard), while trying to find out who he is as a person.

Doesn’t like discussing his past. Doesn’t like discussing at all, in fact.

Name: Alakja Bloom Origin: the Skatay Range Occupation: Soldier (formerly) IC job/class: Lancer, reaper (post EW) Lives in the Skatay Range (formerly), Garlemald (formerly), ??? (currently missing)

Romance: married

A himbo who joined the Imperial Army because they asked him nicely enough. Terrible at following orders, they eventually put him at a clerk position just so he’d stop messing up missions. He’s been helping citizens ever since the Tower of Babil appeared, until he fell in a crevasse (seemingly to his death).

Name: Aïcha Bedi Origin: Thavnair Occupation: Warrior of Light, adventurer IC job/class: Dancer, paladin, machinist (as in, she’s a good shot but not interested in going any further than that, or shooting anybody at all for that matter) Lives in inns, but she’s looking into buying something in Thavnair

Romance: Estinien (post Endwalker)

After years in the mob, she did a 360 and tried to redeem herself. Despite a rocky start as an adventurer, she’s now in a much better place and with the world saved and her troubles behind her, she now has to figure out what peace means for her.

Spoiler: she threw herself at the first Potential Big Trouble she could find.

[kurowrites]

Betting On You - Part III

Casually walks in and dumps this 500 years after the first two parts.

Previous parts

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From that day onwards, Wei Ying started to see Lan Zhan more and more. Before Lan Zhan had come to their rescue that evening, they had mainly been content with a short greeting (in Lan Zhan’s case, usually just a nod of acknowledgement) as they passed each other in the hallway of the apartment block.

Now, however, things had started to change. Lan Zhan would stop every time they met and greet Wei Ying with actual words. He would even inquire about A-Yuan’s well-being, about Wei Ying’s well-being, and ‘stealthily’ feed A-Yuan healthy snacks if he was with Wei Ying.

(It wasn’t stealthy at all, because Lan Zhan checked with Wei Ying first whether A-Yuan had any food intolerances and if snacks between meals were appropriate for children his age.)

Wei Ying was tickled by the fact that Lan Zhan was sneaking his son healthy snacks. The worst part of it was that A-Yuan genuinely liked them, and so the snacks and Lan Zhan had a meteoric rise in A-Yuan’s esteem.

(His son was turning into a goody-two shoes who loved rabbit food, and Wei Ying had never been more shocked. His own child!)

Before long, A-Yuan would break into a run and firmly attach himself to Lan Zhan’s leg as soon as he caught sight of him in the hallway. Lan Zhan didn’t seem to mind the sudden acquisition of a spider monkey clinging to him every time he left the safety of his apartment, and so Wei Ying stopped trying to discourage A-Yuan from greeting him in this way.

Lan Zhan would walk with them for a little bit if they were both headed out, and that was another thing that Wei Ying enjoyed. Because, as it turned out, Lan Zhan’s company was always enjoyable. And Lan Zhan was genuinely funny. Even if he had the habits of an octogenarian.

More than once, Wei Ying ended up chatting to Lan Zhan for so long that they ended up in the nearby park together, A-Yuan running off to play with other children while the two of them sat down on a bench, still chatting. Occasionally, one of them was required to get up in order to give the children on the swing a push, but otherwise, Wei Ying might have been tempted to sit there and chat all day.

If he was honest, it was a bit strange, suddenly having Lan Zhan around all the time, and trying to act like it was no big deal at all (LAN ZHAN WAS WILLING TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM OUTSIDE OF AN EMERGENCY, HOW), but being in his company was too comfortable for Wei Ying to question it.

Lan Zhan had an exceptionally good hand with A-Yuan, even though he had no children of his own, and more than once, Wei Ying found himself relieved for Lan Zhan’s presence. He was so… calm all the time, seemingly unflappable, even that time when one of the children in the park suddenly started vomiting all over the place, making some of the other children get upset and start crying in the process.

Lan Zhan just calmly stood up, took care of it, and herded all the upset children back to their parents.

As if it was easy.

“You’re incredible, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, much later, bumping shoulders with Lan Zhan as he shook his head. “Can you please leave some of that coolness for the rest of us poor schmucks?”

Lan Zhan levelled him with a gaze that clearly said that he had no idea what Wei Ying was talking about, and thought he was joking.

Well, Wei Ying was usually calling him a stick-in-the-mud, but he meant that endearingly! Lan Zhan was a very cool stick-in-the-mud.

Wei Ying might have said something along those lines, but then Lan Zhan reminded him that they still had to go shopping if they wanted to make hot pot that night, and Wei Ying got distracted counting all the ingredients he wanted in the hot pot.

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A-Yuan had been put to bed with a belly full of delicious (though sadly very non-spicy) soup a while ago, and Wei Ying was starting to feel drowsy too. After eating far too much hot pot, he was feeling just the right amount of lazy and contented, and so getting up and leaving for his bed seemed like far too much of an effort.

And if he did that, he would also have to throw Lan Zhan out, and that seemed like more than he could accomplish right now.

“Lan Zhan,” he asked sleepily. “What is your stance on carrying adults to bed?”

Lan Zhan levelled him with another one of his flat looks, and Wei Ying chuckled to himself.

He couldn’t help it, it was funny! Just imagine Lan Zhan carrying Wei Ying to bed! It would be hilarious.

The next thing he knew, he was being lifted off the sofa, and carried to his bedroom in a bridal carry.

“Lan Zhan!” he exclaimed, but before he could do anything else, Lan Zhan had dropped him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, stomping out of the room.

Wei Ying, feeling pretty awake now after the jarring experience of being carried around by a handsome man and then dropped suddenly, scrambled after him in a panic.

What the hell had just happened? It had just been a joke, he hadn’t actually wanted to ask Lan Zhan to carry him around! He was an adult, after all, and a parent at that, not a spoiled brat.

Wei Ying barely managed to catch Lan Zhan before he slipped out of his apartment, but when he stepped between Lan Zhan and the door, Lan Zhan stubbornly turned his face away and refused to look at him.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, in his best cajoling tone, but Lan Zhan would not budge.

“Lan Zhaaaaan,” Wei Ying sang, and Lan Zhan finally turned to glare at him.

Well, Lan Zhan could glare all he wanted, he was looking at Wei Ying. Which was all that counted

And Wei Ying would not stop saying Lan Zhan’s name however he pleased. It was a good name, and Wei Ying liked saying it.

“It was a joke, you know,” he graciously informed Lan Zhan.

That, however, had the effect of making Lan Zhan look even more constipated.

“I know,” Lan Zhan said, with a strange amount of feeling in his voice. “You are never serious.”

And with that, he gently removed Wei Ying from the front of the door, and left the apartment with a final click of the lock.

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The next few days, Wei Ying walked around in a daze, trying to figure out what had suddenly gotten into Lan Zhan.

Try as he might, he couldn’t figure out what the issue was. Though Lan Zhan couldn’t be described being a clown, he did have a working sense of humour. He might occasionally roll his eyes at Wei Ying’s dumb jokes, but generally was a good sport. What had been different this time?

Wei Ying couldn’t figure it out. The more he thought about it, the more confused he was.

It didn’t help that A-Yuan was unhappy with him. The day after the hot pot incident, he had demanded to see Lan Zhan. He had become used to seeing him every day by now, and had been accordingly grouchy when Wei Ying had told him that they couldn’t go and see Lan Zhan right now. Wei Ying felt terrible for it, because there wasn’t a good reason to keep A-Yuan from visiting Lan Zhan.

But.

Well.

He wasn’t sure if Lan Zhan wanted to see them right now, and he also wasn’t sure if he was ready to face Lan Zhan after that. Whatever it had been.  

He should probably apologise, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure what exactly to apologise for. And as long as he didn’t know…

… it was easier to just avoid the topic altogether.

Wei Ying might have carried on like that indefinitely, avoiding Lan Zhan like a pro and keeping A-Yuan from noticing his evasion tactics, but once again, Lan Zhan thwarted his plans.

Wei Ying had dropped off A-Yuan with a friend from childcare so they could play for two or three hours at the friend’s home. It was perfect, because now, Wei Ying was free to do all the housework and if he was quick about it, he might also get a short nap in.

Unfortunately, just when he had stuck the key into the keyhole of his apartment door, a familiar voice addressed him from right behind him.

He hadn’t even heard Lan Zhan approach.

“Are you willing to speak to me now?”

Wei Ying whipped around, and found Lan Zhan standing there in all his handsome glory.

Wei Ying laughed nervously, pushing his tousled hair out of his face.

“Willing to speak to you?” he asked, his voice probably a pitch higher than it should be. “When have I not been willing to speak to you?”

Lan Zhan just levelled him with a flat gaze, and herded Wei Ying into his own apartment by sheer willpower alone.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying muttered as Lan Zhan closed the door behind them. “I know I should apologise, but I’m still not sure why exactly you got mad.”

Lan Zhan just sighed once, and stood in front of Wei Ying, simply looking at him without saying anything.

“Lan Zhan, if you keep looking at me like that, it’s going to look like you’re trying to flirt with me. I’m going to blush.”

Really, who wouldn’t, when such a handsome man was staring at you so intensely.

Lan Zhan shook his head minutely in apparent exasperation, and then…

And then he reached out, and gently brushed one messy strand of hair out of Wei Ying’s face.  

“Wei Ying. I am.”

And.

This time, it wasn’t a joke. Wei Ying actually blushed. Not a delicate, a little bit of red peppering the apples of his cheeks kind of blush. No. A full-on tomato red blush. He could feel himself radiating the heat of vicious embarrassment.

Ah, he thought to himself, as Lan Zhan took his hand and lifted it to his lips.

I might be a little bit stupid.

And then he might have stopped thinking for a little while.

[mrsbrookegillespie]

+Homework+ Luke x Fem!Reader

(Not My Gif)

Description:When Y/N’s progress report comes out it seems as though their mom isn’t happy with the letters that follow each subject. So when they have to cancel on her friends band rehearsal to do their assignments it leads to an interesting encounter with the brunette guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms.

Warning: Stress, school, bad grades, mild angst, mostly fluff. 

+Homework+

Luke is not someone to judge another for having bad grades, considering what his report cards looked like, and the fact he dropped out of high school at seventeen. But, Y/N has two more years left in school, despite her age, and frankly… She’s struggling. “What’s this?” her mother asks, showing her an email.

“Those are… My grades?” Y/N shrugs, avoiding the small letters that labeled her as dumb, and lazy.

“Y/N! You need to start getting serious about this. You’re going to flunk out!” Y/N internally winces at her mother shouting at her. “I’m very disappointed about this…”

“Well,” Y/N starts. “I’ll do it!” She bites her lip, sliding away from her desk. “Tomorrow,” she adds, looking at the time. “I promised Julie I’d watch band practice today.” Her mom gives her a blank stare.

“Y/N! We’ve been very laid back with you, you’ve never been grounded or anything, but right now I want you to stay at home, and get your missing work done.” 

“But--”

“No!” 

Her mom closes the door on the way out, leaving Y/N feeling the stress of school. She grabs her phone, clicking Julie’s contact. “Hey! Are you almost here?” Julie asks.

“I can’t make it…” Y/N breathes out.

“What?!” Julie exclaims. “But, you promised to be here today, we’re performing tomorrow, you know?” The disappointment radiates through the phone.

“I know! And I will be there for that, because that’s really important, but I just can’t make it today.” Y/N is too embarrassed to say the reason why. Julie has amazing grades, and is insanely talented, and she might be a little jealous of that, mostly because she gets to spend extra time with Luke who Y/N has heart eyes for. But, his eyes are for someone else. Julie.

“No, she’s not coming,” she answers the muffled voice in the background. “I don’t know!” she groans. “The boys wanted me to ask you if you’re okay, which are you?” 

“Yes! I’m fine, just go rehearse, even though you guys don’t really need it, I know you’ll rock tomorrow--” Y/N gets cut off by her door swinging open.

“Y/N! Homework! Now!” her mom orders.

“I’m just telling Julie I can’t make it,” Y/N argues. “I gotta go.” 

“Oh, okay, well, we all miss you over here,” she affirms.

“Yeah, I miss you all too, but we did see each other today, so… I miss the boys.” 

Julie laughs. “I’ll tell them that, especially you know who.” Y/N can sense Julie’s smirk when she speaks. 

Y/N chokes on a bit of her saliva. “Julie! I-I have to go.” She hangs up. “Why me?” she asks whatever higher power could possibly be listening to the teenage girl. 

She plops down on her desk chair.

“What to start with?” Her eyes scan her To-Do List she’s already made, it’s not as much as she thought, but it’s definitely time consuming and very boring. Some of her teachers have already reached out to her, but she chooses to ignore their offers of help. She’s scared she’ll say something they’ll find stupid, or won’t understand. 

And so she has to skip her favorite part of the day, to do Algebra, and History and Biology, and…

“So, why couldn’t she come today?” Luke asks, tuning his guitar on the couch.

“Eh, I didn’t ask her,” Julie admits. 

“Why not?” Luke gives her a pointed look, his movements faltering.

“She would’ve told me if it was that important,” she claims. She looks off, before seeing him go back to his previous state. “Luke, you've been tuning that guitar for half an hour, I think it’s good.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“So, Y/N really can’t come today?” Reggie asks, saddened over the news. “But, she never misses a rehearsal unless it’s family, or school related.” 

Luke finally stops, setting down his guitar. “Wait,” he starts. “Didn’t progress reports come out today?” 

Everyone looks at him weirdly. “How do you know that?” Alex questions, spinning his drumstick.

“Oh--uh.” He scratches the back of his head. “When I visited Julie at school the other day, I heard something about it.” 

Julie turns his head towards him. “Are you talking about when Y/N said something about it to Flynn? A couple feet away from us? Yeah I heard her too, because I was facing her.” She crosses her arms. “I think someone has a crush,” she teases, smiling widely.

“What?!” A subtle blush paints over his cheeks. “I don’t like Y/N like that, she’s--she’s just a good friend.”

“Oh come on!” Alex joins. “It’s so obvious, don’t think I don’t notice when you stare at her.” He sends a wink to Luke.

“Or when you talk about her,” Reggie adds. “Which is all the time.” 

“Just tell her,” Julie advises. 

“Tell her?” Luke repeats, giving her a look of disbelief. “I don’t think you’ve guys noticed, but I’m dead, and she’s very much alive.” 

“So?! Everyone knows you two are completely in love with each other, so give it a shot,” Julie urges, also knowing her friend's infatuation with the guitarist.

Luke chuckles. “She doesn’t like me, she rarely talks to me, to be honest I think she hates me.” 

“You rarely talk to her,” Julie points out. “And ‘to be honest’ I think she thinks you hate her.” Luke’s posture caves hearing Julie’s words. “Are we going to get started now?” 

Everyone nods. 

Throughout practice Luke found his mind wandering back to the previous conversations the band had. A warm feeling would build in his stomach for a movement when he would think about the fact that Y/N likes him, or at least his friends think so. “Luke!” Alex shouts, snapping Luke out of his thoughts. “Practice is over,” he informs.

"It is?!” His eyes widened when an idea popped into his mind. “Well, won’t you look at that, it is over, and I completely forgot I made plans, bye!” Luke poofs out, landing in a girly room, but has a certain vibe to it.

“Luke!” Y/N shrieks, putting a hand over her heart. “What are you doing here?” she whisper-yells.

“T-the--” he snaps his fingers. “The guys wanted someone to check in on you, and Alex is hanging out with Willie, and Reggie is Reggie so… I volunteered.” He sways back and forth against his ankles. “Sooo… How are you doing?” He strolls up to her smoothly, placing an arm on the back of her chair.

“Luke… You are a terrible liar,” she asserts. “But, if you really want to know. I’m not doing too well.”

He frowns. “Why?”

“School,” she sighs. “We got our progress reports, and I’m not doing too well.” She tries to hide the paper from Luke.

“Y/N, don’t be embarrassed, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” He plucks the paper from under her arm. His reassuring smile slowly faded. “There’s… Room for improvement?” He shrugs.

“Get out,” Y/N mutters. 

Luke’s heart plummeted. “What?” 

“I said get out,” she repeats, harshly. “I get it, I’m dumb, and I’m lazy, and I don’t do my work. I get it. So, just leave.” Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. “I’m serious Luke.” Her voice cracks a little.

Guilt washed over him when he saw the effect his words take on her. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He reaches out to hug her, but he instead goes straight through her.

Y/N doesn’t notice his attempt of this action, instead boring her eyes at the paper in front of her. “Luke, I said just go.” She rubs her forehead.

He didn’t move though, he instead started looking over the paper she hadn't touched. “Twenty-three,” he answers.

“What?” she chokes out.

“The answer, it’s twenty-three.” He looks at her, a little self-conscious. “Look, just because I didn’t have the best grades, or didn’t do work, didn’t mean I was dumb, so stop telling yourself that. We’re not so different you know.” 

She scrunches her face. “How’d you get that?” she asks. “The answer to the question.”

His eyes light up when she accepts his explanation, not asking him to leave again. “So… I just did…” 

He talks through the problem, asking Y/N if she understands when her eyes widen. He noticed she does that when she’s getting confused, or is not fully processing the words. As they go through each subject, him helping her, or giving his opinion on things. She started to find herself smiling, and having fun? “Wow,” he whispers, reading a poem. “You just wrote this?” 

She nods. “Yeah, I know, it’s not that great.” 

“No! It’s really good for something you wrote in five minutes,” he compliments, rereading the poem in his head. “Who knew you were such a romantic?” he teases.

Y/N feels her cheeks warm up. “That’s actually the first time I’ve heard that.”

“So, who’d you write it about?” he asks. He partially dreaded asking the questions. He didn’t want to picture her ever describing someone that wasn’t him in such a beautiful context. “C’mon, you can tell me, what am I going to do? Tell my ghost friends.” 

Y/N giggles. “I--uh… Someone?” It comes out more as a question.

“Name?” 

“Why you want to know so bad, huh?” she blurts, with a smirk. “Why? You jealous?” She knew he wasn’t, but the thought made her whole body catch on fire.

Luke, surprised by her sudden cockiness, sends her a smirk right back. “Well, what if I am?” 

She scoffs. “Yeah, right,” she murmurs.

He tilts his head. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She gives him a ‘really’ look. “Luke, c’mon…” She waits for him to say something like ‘you’re right, I’m joking’, or anything along those lines, but he just stares back with the same intensity she has.

“What do you want me to say?”

The question lingers in Y/N’s mind. I want you to say you like me. That’s what she wanted to tell him, that’s what she wanted to hear. “Nothing,” she mumbles. “Absolutely nothing.” 

He cracks a smile. “Just tell me!” After that he keeps repeating it over and over again.

“I want you to say you like me!” she shouts. 

His eyes widened, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable, he seemed in awe of the situation. “Why are you shouting?” Y/N’s mom asks, rushing in.

“Because I’ve gotten ten assignments turned in!” Y/N cheers trying to ignore Luke giving her a big smile, seriously, it’s scary how wide it is. 

“I like you too,” he whispers, her heart dropping. It’s like he couldn’t contain his little secret for any longer, but now it leaves Y/N impatient as her mom stares down at her on the bed. 

“That’s good! she assures. “Though it would’ve been better if you turned them in on time, but at least they’re in.” Y/N nods at her mom's backhanded compliment. “Anyways, dinners ready.” 

“Ah, yes.” Y/N shuts her laptop. “I forgot humans have to eat.” 

“Can I stay?” Luke asks.

“In my room,” she answers.

“You’re going to eat in your room?” her mom asks.

“Can you?” Luke perks up, hearing it. “Just say you want to finish your work, because you’re already in the groove, or something!” His eyes are pleading Y/N to stay with him, leaving her almost speechless.

“Y-yeah,” she stutters. “There’s a few more things I want to do before I call it a night, and I’m kind of in… ‘The Groove’,” she discreetly ridicules the boy next to her that’s invisible to her mom's eyes.

“Okay, just come down when you’re ready.” 

Y/N sighs of relief when she hears the door shut quietly. “So, you like me?” She was slightly breathless from the beautiful boy so close to her.

“Yeah,” he responds. His eyes didn’t meet hers though.

“You don’t seem sure,” she judges. 

His gaze locks with her. “I’m just nervous,” he reveals. “You make me really nervous. I thought you hated me just an hour ago, and now…”

She gapes at him. “I thought you hated me!” 

“That’s what Julie said,” he adds, pointing towards her.

Y/N jolts her body away from him. “You spoke about me with Julie?” As if she summoned her, Julie’s contact lights up her phone. “Hello,” she answers.

“Is Luke over there?” she asks. “Sorry! Hi, it’s just the boys were worried.” Y/N sneaks a glimpse towards Luke who can’t seem to take his eyes off of her, it’s like he’s trying to memorize every single part of her body. 

“He’s not, but I had a question for you.” Luke looks at Y/N confused as to why she lied. “Did you guys talk about anything earlier? He was acting weird, and you know with you being good friends with him, and us being the best of friends, I wanted to know.” 

“Oh my God!” she exclaims. “He was out of it the entire rehearsal after we told him you weren’t going to be there, and he was all worried, and concerned, it was adorable. Dude is so in love with you it’s insane. I mean even Reggie and Alex were talking about how he talks about you, and how he stares at you, and how he’s so invested in you. I’d say he’s obsessed.” 

Y/N lets out a victorious hum. “Good to know, well, I’ll let you know if I see him--oh wait, he’s right next to me, thanks for the info.” Y/N hangs up.

“She told you about rehearsal didn’t she?” He plays with the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit he picked up.

“Yep.” Y/N pops the ‘p’. “She said you’re obsessed with me.”

“Not true!” he argues. “Sort of…” He pouts. “Not in a creepy way though!” He tries to grab her hand, but it goes straight through. “This will be interesting.” 

“Yeah,” Y/N agrees. “But, we’ll get through it…” 

Luke then learned one thing about himself that night. He was touched-starved.

[serenheist]

What Yoongi is like in a relationship/ Yoongi as a boyfriend Tarot reading

How long does it take Yoongi to get into a relationship? Queen of swords, 4 of cups, 8 of wands reversed

For Yoongi I actually don’t see him moving into anything fast even though there’s swords and wands reversed because the queen of swords is all about seeing through people’s bs. You really can’t be slick with a queen of swords cause they see everything. And the wands upright would normally be fast af but since is reversed it’s the exact opposite and not jumping into things. He’s a lot more logical and too honest to try to be fake nice. Lmao when I saw the 4 of cups it literally can’t describe him any better even the picture of the man just sitting there not even looking at what’s being offered is too legit.

It doesn’t matter to him if you’re the hottest person on the world; if you’re trash you’re trash. I think a lot of people try to butter him up thinking it’ll woo him over but he already knows what’s best for him and would rather be single than be with fake people who are only after one thing. He has really no problem being alone for however long it takes because he’s not desperate for a relationship at all. It looks like it can take him a while to get into a relationship also because I don’t think he’s the type to ask someone out really. He kinda waits for someone to show interest in him. So it could be a long time before he actually gets with someone if he’s waiting on others and at the same time turning down those that he knows are full of shit.

Does he prefer long or short term relationships? 3 of pentacles, king of cups

For sure long term relationships. He likes to take extra small steps and not rush anything because he doesn’t trust that many people to begin with. I see him maybe even asking the members or other people he’s really close with about the person for their input. Since 3 of pentacles is all about teamwork and taking care of the details. After he’s sure he can trust the person, that’s when he’ll share his actual sappy thoughts and feelings with them. He loves unconditionally so he’s more in for the long term.

Past love life and present love life 5 of pentacles reversed, the emperor

Past love- in the past his love life kinda left him feeling like hope was completely lost and he felt extremely alone. I think maybe he could’ve been suffering from depression about other things and it seeped into the relationship itself. He felt like the world was out to get him even if it wasn’t actually true it’s like feeling alone even when you’re surrounded by people. Since it’s reversed though and followed by the emperor we can see that he was able to overcome that period in his life.

This just made me think of another thing like being turned away because of lack of money or money problems then going off and getting wealthy and independent and gaining wisdom to know exactly what you want now and what you’ll tolerate. Also reminds me of people from the past trying to hit him back up like “hiiii ;)”lmao as if they didn’t leave him when he was broke then try to come back now that he’s doing well. He knows his own worth and did the work and listens to other people’s advice yet still has the final say in what he wants.

What is he like in a relationship? The green woman 23, haff the hooter 58, 2 of swords, 9 of cups

The character growth!!! When it comes to relationships now he finally gained more self confidence from years of experience. He released any constraints and learned to count his blessings because he has a lot to be grateful now. In relationships I think if there’s ever conflict he knows how to handle it better and show patience and not allowing himself to spiral into negativity or assume the worst. He feels like now he can actually be his real self because he’s grown more confident and comfortable with trusting himself. He’s not the type of person to just leave the relationship easily at the first signs of conflict, he’s pretty stable and grounded.

Lmao I just got that he’s the type of dude to over stress about what kind of gift he should give his partner cause he wants it to be really meaningful. Then hide it until the right moment like he’d buy it months in advance then finally give it to them then act like he didn’t just buy that shit months in advance. Also this same card came out in a different deck for jimin like we get it you guys are rich and will spoil your partners chillllll and I shuffled this deck 5 different ways smh. He understands the importance of enjoying the now without his partner because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Even when he’s busy af (like always) his partner will know that they’re cherished. No but also all I’m gonna say is that his partner will never feel unfulfilled lmaoooo.

What’s his "type" Arwan, faerie card that I’m too lazy to type out 43 reversed, ace of cups reversed, 3 of swords reversed, the hermit

His type is someone who’s gone through some shit too in their past be I think he wants someone he can relate to on that level. Instead of someone whose had a relatively easy life and wouldn’t be able to understand. This person is someone is great at giving advice to others without telling them literally what they need to do but instead guide them figure out what they want or should do if that makes sense. Not someone bossy. Someone who’s not dumb as hell and actually likes pondering deep questions.

More introverted especially and loves being on their own and doesn’t need to be up yoongis ass 24/7 lol. Also random but someone not always on their phone and knows how to actually be present when they’re spending time with Yoongi. They take their time in a relationship and don’t rush in and try to force it to progress quicker. I think he’s looking to someone similar to himself it seems in some aspects. Cause this person also seems more reserved and they don’t lay out all their cards on the table. It kinda triggers Yoongi to want to know more about them. They’re not easy to figure out.

What is his love language? 5 of swords, 2 of cups

I’m getting physical touch but he acts aloof and like he doesn’t want it but in reality he just still struggles with showing physical affection. 5 of swords in original deck is this guy looking all cocky that he defeated the others but in reality it’s not even a real win and you end up isolated. In the end, you trying to look cool just made yourself isolated instead. I pulled the moon card reversed for clarity and it looks like even though he’s logical and all that he keeps all his emotional needs on the down low sometimes still. Physical affection since in the original tarot it’s showing 2 lovers embracing each other. Your boi is a SAP LET SOMEONE HOLD YOU WTF. Must be some virgo moon behavior. Kidding but not kidding. 👀

Sorry if there’s typos or doodoo grammar I was trying to type as fast I could channel everything lmao

[angeloroki]

i’m not like her — kirishima e.

— character ; kirishima x gn!reader

— request ; I would request a fluff angst about kirishima x reader You know how kirishima admires Mina and how inspired she was to him well the reader gets depressed on how she never gets admired for anything and begins what self worth she has.

— summary ; you've been feeling like crap for a while now, wondering if you were up to par with your boyfriend. luckily he's here to boost your morale.

— genre ; angst  (fluff at the end)

— warnings ; lack of self-confidence

— a/n ; thanks for the request! i hope you’ll like it :p

゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・

« i'm so happy, mina told me i did well in close combat, even though i'm terrible at it ! »

you smile tenderly at him.

« i’m so happy for you! it's no secret anyway, you're the best baby. » you come over and give him a loving peck on the cheek.

you were undoubtedly proud of your boyfriend, he had gained so much confidence in the 10 years you had known him. and all this thanks to your common friend mina ashido. in the same way, this girl was optimism and joy incarnate, how could you not get attached to her ?

however, you couldn't help but feel a little bad. were you jealous? certainly not. nevertheless, you had noticed for a while that no one had really congratulated you for all the efforts you made, whether in training or in class. yes, your boyfriend was your first supporter, but it wasn't the same thing, you know. his unconditional love for you could not stop him from saying what you wanted to hear. and not what you needed to hear.

you sighed silently. and it wasn't like you to be jealous, but the girls in your class were really super strong, or if they didn't have great physical abilities, their intellectual abilities made them all the more incredible. wait, since when did you doubt yourself ? you shook your head gently.

« and what about you? have you improved ? »

you turned your back on him to pretend to look for something in your wardrobe. well, you couldn't say that you were lagging behind, but you couldn't say that you had improved either.

« mmh, yes i have... »

« oh sorry honey, i have to go, i have to train with mina. »

he comes to hug you, before saying an i love you. you kiss him gently, and let him go.

you come and settle back on your bed, where eijiro was a few moments ago. you felt your throat tighten, and the tears come up. that unpleasant feeling of not being enough had just blown up in your face. you fucking hated being so insignificant. why were you never complimented ? why weren't you noticed like others were ? why were you invisible?

why weren't you like her ? 

mina, your friend of ten years, strong, adorable, charismatic and intelligent. everyone loved her. and your boyfriend, oh how you loved him, this boy was everything you inspired to be, brave, kind and above all a hero. you didn't want to be a burden to kirishima. you didn't want to hold him back in his race to be a hero. although you shared the same goal as him.

« i'm a loser in the end...» you say to yourself.

the door opened with a bang. you boyfriend was back. 

« sorry, i forgot my phone ! »

you sat up suddenly, drying your tears that had started to fall without you realizing it. you forced yourself to smile. except that he was anything but dumb. he came over to you, his usually cheerful expression quickly replaced by a worried one.

« what's the matter y/n, you hurt somewhere ? »

you shook your head gently. the smile you tried to put on faded as quickly as it had appeared.

« it's nothing, here's your phone. »

he took it before putting it in his pocket, his hands met your flushed cheeks.

« no, it's not nothing, please tell me what's going on. »

you sighed softly, you didn't want to bother him but at the same time-

« i don't feel like i'm good enough for you. i don't feel like i'm good enough at all, really. i- in my whole life i've never been given any remarks or praise for my efforts. you close your eyes. i've never been applauded for who i am and what i do. i'm trying so hard to be as good as all the other girls, but i feel like it's useless. »

your voice had broken, and what you were saying had no organization. but never mind, it came from the heart. and that's what eijiro wanted to hear. he wanted to hear what had been weighing on your heart for a while.

he had noticed it even though you didn't know it yourself, he was just waiting for the moment when you would come and confide in him. 

he took you in his arms, your head against his chest.

« y/n... »

he knew the feeling well. he had felt it for a long time before you and mina came to help him.

« you don't know how much it hurts to hear you say that. You don't know because you're far too selfless to realize it, but you're amazing. on the outside as well as on the inside. and again, that word is far too weak to describe you. you are funny, kind, beautiful, strong, intelligent, generous, beautiful. uh wait did i already tell you that you are amazing and beautiful? i think not. you are amazing and beautiful, y/n. »

you laugh softly, he always managed to make you laugh in difficult moments. he smiles softly at your angelic laugh.

« don't compare yourself to others, please. your potential is not comparable to theirs. you don't see it, but the same people you admire are admiring you back. because yes, y/n, you're a hero to all of us too. to me, mina, sero, denki. everyone. it's your generosity that takes away sero's laziness when it comes to training, your perseverance that makes denki want to complete his homework, your selflessness that makes mina want to give it her all during training. and your love that gives me the courage to give it my all. »

his words left you in shock. 

« really ? »

he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

« really. » 

you felt tears welling up in your eyes a second time. but this time they were different, they were tears of gratitude.

« i don't know what to say, eijiro. » 

« you don't have to say anything. just remember that you are amazing and beautiful. »

you laugh heartily this time.

« i think you already told me that. »

he arched an eyebrow, a smile on his face.

« i did ? » 

you smile gently.

« thank you, sweetheart. »