#but when i confessed to him i felt this type of adrenaline

[human-rodent-king]

Sometimes, my entire body will start to hurt, a thudding pain through my limbs like what one could only describe as someone hammering their bones from the inside out.

This type of adrenaline rush is rare, only happening when I'm the most excited.

So naturally, it keeps happening when I'm around you.

[enhasparadise]

TOKYO ON EDGE. ˒˒ ﹙ niki! ﹚

╰┈⪼ moving to Japan wasn’t really on your plan through the year, but with your specialty being Japanese you had no choice but to accept. arriving in the middle of the year you found it strangely easy enough to integrate into your well-known class but over the days everything seemed to become boring and everything looked the same, the only thing that seemed to interest you was discovering the streets of Japan and the cultural differences with your native country. but, what you hadn't imagined was coming face to face with a car race, where one of the participants was one of your classmates, Nishimura Niki.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ street racer!niki x student!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 older brother!jay, best friend!sunoo, best friend!haerin, bully!woonhak and heeseung.

genre﹙💬﹚⸝⸝⸝ serie, street racing au, enemies to lovers, kind of bully!niki, slow burn.

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ harsh talking, mention of violence and bullying, mention of drinking and smoking, cursing, mention of mental health, niki’s really dumb sometimes.

taglist ‎⸝⸝⸝ @r1kification @cherryrikis @moonpri @who-tf-soddhi @heeswif3y comment to be added to the taglist !!

rain’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ i wanna scream so bad because I love the prologue so much I really hope you would like this story as much as I do

all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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000. boys like him get all the girls, except one.

guys like Nishimura niki thrive on danger, beautiful, intelligent beings drunk on adrenaline and always in the spotlight when trouble is on the front line.

those who have a reputation established by rumors and stories told across the school grounds, established by behavior worthy of the high school bad boy. the rumors stuck to their skin and all the bad choices followed him like their shadows.

guys like Nishimura riki had their populations following them no matter where their feet landed, for good or bad reasons.

those who noticed every girl pointing at them in the corridors of the establishment, who heard the whispers said about them no matter what room they set foot in. The hateful looks of the other boys falling on them while their girlfriends were fangirling over them.

guys like Nishimura Niki were known for their troublemaking behavior, who were fearless and who did not hesitate to use the strength of their hands to resolve any conflict.

those who had no shame in ending up with scratched, bloody hands at the end of a fight if that required it and who would be proud to see their opponents unable to get up without the help of someone.

guys like Nishimura Niki were the very definition of bad boys, who had no shame in behaving rashly around a teacher and ended up in the principal's office.

those who had no shame in taking responsibility for their faults before anyone with greater authority. just as they had no shame in disrespecting authority when the moment required it.

guys like Nishimura Niki were the type who came to class with bandages on their arms and hands after boxing practice.

those who spend their time in gyms, hitting punching bags for hours and venting all the hatred they felt.

guys like Nishimura Niki abandoned their boring student lives for late-night escapades and unconscious decisions to find themselves in the heart of pure danger, who loved the sound of cars through the empty streets of the night.

those who spent their nights behind the wheel of cars, adrenaline coursing through their veins as their feet mashed the gas pedal and the engine roared through the streets of Japan, seeking that freedom.

guys like Nishimura niki were the boys who were way too popular with the girls, who made every girl who saw them scream and who enraged the boys who weren't as popular.

those who spent their time rejecting girls who confessed to them no matter how they said it, who broke many hearts a day simply because they were in no way interested in love.

guys like Nishimura Niki didn't care about love and have no interest in it.

those who had no time to think about love, who simply did not prefer to have this waste of time.

guys like Nishimura who had no interest in shy, good girls, with only good grades and who had this cute and innocent look.

who didn't like girls like that. . . well normally they weren’t supposed to.

since your arrival in Japan and in this high school you had always hated boys like Nishimura Niki. No, you hated Nishimura Niki. Since you unfortunately met him in the corridors you had felt this feeling of disgust.

his name being whispered in every corridor, his first name which absolutely did not leave the lips of each of the girls you met no matter the day. you had always despised this name since you met him and you had never understood the interest that all his girls had for him.

every day he would walk into the classroom and while all the girls would whisper and be in complete awe of his good looks and demeanor, you would find yourself spitting out his every flaw while your best friend listened to you every time.

your eyes rolled in annoyance almost automatically when he was close to you. even when he wasn't close to you. he was so popular that you heard about him no matter where you were and it had the potential to drive you absolutely crazy.

the worst of all being that, despite all your efforts Niki did everything to make your life complicated, entering into challenges with you regarding exam grades, annoying you with just a simple sentence and this way he had of destroying the plans you made for every event, simply because he was popular and had no problem placing himself above you, despite your best efforts.

his behavior making you scream no matter what he did, making you on edge when you just wanted to spend some quiet time in the library.

oh you really hated Nishimura niki.

[won4kiss]

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 bad boy! 𝑙ee heeseung x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which one single detention session with lee heeseung changes everything ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 873 ⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, skinship ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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GROWING UP, YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE GOLDEN GIRL. — completely on the top of your all your classes, effortlessly charming, and admired by everyone at school.

heeseung, on the other hand, was the bad influence type boy with a magnetic allure that drew whispers and gazes wherever he went, even having his own fan club.

your paths had rarely crossed throughout all of high school until that fateful afternoon when you found yourself in the same detention room, sentenced to spend an hour together.

the moment you saw lee heeseung in the room, you knew it was going to be one long hour for you. — more under cut !

heeseung leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable as he watched you cautiously take a seat across from him.

"no way— if it isn’t our little golden girl, y/n!" he drawled, breaking the silence with a smirk.

"what trouble did you get yourself into, walking into class two seconds late?"

you shot him a playful glare, feeling a rush of adrenaline at his sudden proximity.

"maybe i just wanted to see what the bad boy was up to,"

you countered, with the boldness of your words, even surprising yourself as you muttered the words out.

his smirk widened into a grin, somehow resembling a cheshire cat as his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"curiosity killed the cat, you know."

but despite his teasing demeanor, there was a flicker of something in his eyes when he let out that genuine smile — a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat.

and a smile you’re sure you haven’t seen in your four years of attending school together.

as the minutes passed, you surprisingly found yourselves sharing funny stories, telling jokes, and learning unexpected common ground about each other.

you quickly realized after that hour with lee heeseung, he wasn't just the bad boy; he was witty, perceptive, knee-slapping hilarious and somehow very kind beneath his tough exterior.

when the bell signaling the end of detention finally rang, you both hesitated, reluctant to part ways after bonding so well, you both felt a connection you just couldn’t ignore.

"same time tomorrow?" heeseung asked nervously, a hint of hope painting his tone.

you nodded, unable to suppress the smile that spread across your face.

"well, why not? but only if you promise to behave not to get into too much trouble before then."

heeseung chuckled, a deep, magical sound that sent shivers down your spine.

"deal."

over the following days, your secret meetings in detention became the highlight of your everyday routine.

you laughed together, quarrelled over dumb things, and slowly unraveled the layers of each other's personalities.

the golden girl and the bad boy— total opposites yet you two couldn’t possibly deny that you drawn to each other like magnets.

on a rainy afternoon, as you sat together in comfortable silence, heeseung turned to you with a deep look in his eyes that made your breath twitch.

"you know," he began softly,

"i used to think being the local delinquent was my only role in this world. but then i met you, and suddenly, everything feels… different."

your heart raced, literally feeling it pump in your chest as his words hung in the air, charged with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

without thinking, you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the electric warmth of his touch against your skin.

heeseung's gaze softened at the sight as he let out a soft smile, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"i don't want to be the bad boy anymore,"

he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"not if it means i can't be with you."

in that very moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the strong intensity of your connection.

with a surge of courage and impulse, you leaned in, cupping his cheeks gently and pressed your lips to his, almost feeling like a silent confession, a promise.

heeseung responded eagerly, his kiss gentle yet filled with a passion that ignited a fire within you.

time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the feeling of your body’s pressed together and souls intertwined.

the weight of unspoken words and shared feelings finally making its way out in the sweetness of your embrace.

when you finally pull apart, breathless and cheeks flushed pink, heeseung leans in once again and smiles against your lips.

a smile that signified and spoke of newfound possibilities and a future together filled with sweet moments like this.

"i think i'm done being the bad boy," he murmured, his voice tinged with a certain softness and wonder.

“really?” you asked with a hint of amusement on your face.

"mmh, because with you, i’ve finally found something worth being good for."

you let out a soft grin as you leaned into his embrace once again, the rain tapping softly against the windows, the rain blocking out your intimacy and vulnerability you could only share with each other out from the rest of the world.

you knew that this— whatever it was between you, was just the beginning of a love story written in whispers and stolen kisses.

© won4kiss 2024

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[aklaustaleteller]

An Unofficial Date

Klaus has had a certain starry-eyed girl on his mind, so when he walks into a museum, not at all with the hope of finding her inside, he can't help but strike up a conversation, which might've just led to Y/n agreeing to see him again.

Warnings - none that I can think of!

Word Count - 1.6k

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Been writing something that has had me researching left, right, and center! So I thought that while I worked on that one, I'd write a quick little something to freshen up a tad. Hope you enjoy a giddy Klaus hahah!

On a random, foggy Tuesday morning, Klaus found himself taking a quick stroll to the new Art Museum that had appeared out of nowhere in Mystic Falls. Well, for him anyways, for he hadn't come across the building in the months that he had been existing in the small town.

But one couldn't fault him for that, seeing that he had been so busy messing with a group of teenagers, or rather – with a couple of centuries old vampires, a newborn werewolf, and even a newfound witch, should he say.

But what took up most of his time was this starry-eyed girl with whom his eyes always seemed to meet whenever they were in the same room. That was all he got, though. The chance to look into her eyes for a fleeting second before she was shifting her gaze onto something else, leaving him breathless and wanting for more.

He never caught her name, or even a smile. Each time he saw her, he had been in search for a muse. And each time, she succeeded in sending a surge of creativity flowing through his entire being that consumed him so fully that he would race home and embrace that rush of adrenaline until he needed more.

Then, he would go out to steal another glance at her. The problem was, he hadn't been seeing her around for a week now. And he was anxious that she might've left the town, for she was the type of person whose absence went unnoticed for all but those who'd even once shared her company.

So, he felt a bit hopeful since he hadn't heard of Damon or Bonnie complaining about their loss of time with her. But he was also dreadful, wanting nothing more than to meet with her again knowing that this time he wouldn’t miss the chance to speak to her.

If Klaus had to be honest, he'd confess that the sole reason he was even heading to the museum was because he had a feeling that this could be one of the places he'd find her.

On his walk, he came across wildflowers and rose bushes, a couple of pinecones and a odd looking lemon tree, that stood lonely in midst of all the fog that had settled around it. And Klaus wondered if she paid attention to such details, if he should pick out a rose in case he did come across her? But he settled on not doing that, since that would surely give him away instantly.

He strolled through the corridors, sparing each art piece a single glance because he couldn't feel the emotions of looking at them for the first time and the curiousity of trying to unwind the stories in them due to his ages old knowledge that proved the collection in this museum to be quite poor.

There were a few people inside, a few dreamers scattered throughout the place, either sitting on the floor, sketching out what they could see in the painting or standing as if trying to count the stars, their eyes set on complicated pieces that pretentiously twisted the wires of their brains.

His eyes were wandering, and he was people watching now, rather than looking at the art that hung in frames. Which is how, there was a stutter in the search of his eyes when he caught sight of someone sitting against a wall opposite a painting, dressed in something quite vintage with a bowl of blackberries in their lap. A smile threatened to slip on his mouth.

He suppressed it though, looking at the ground to wait-out the disappearance of his blush before he squared his shoulders.

"Hello there," Klaus smiled, looking down at her and nodding when he had her attention. "Think I've seen you around?"

She broke a smile then, a small frown settling between her brows. "Hi, and …think I’ve witnessed a couple instances myself!" She laughed, her palm twitching awkwardly as she battled whether she should continue to eat, offer him some or wipe her stained hands on her thrifted dress.

She offered him to sit beside her instead, and then offered him her snack.

"Why thank you," Klaus murmured, his heart racing inside his chest the moment he caught a whiff of her perfume.

"I'm Niklaus, by the way."

She looked at him intriguingly, swallowing as she nodded to herself. "That's a nice name," she admitted. "Any meaning behind it?"

Klaus looked away, pretending to look at the painting in front of them in order to hide the sudden blood-rush to his face.

"Yes, yes it does," he said. "It comes from a Greek word, um, Nikolaos, I think? Means victory of the people."

"Well, I'm Y/n," she extended her clean hand out and Klaus shook it, electricity coursing through his being.

He sighed and locked his arms around his knees.

"So, Y/n," he tasted her name on his tongue and right away, wanted more of it. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing special, been writing a thesis lately. Came here for a break and some change of scenery," she shrugged.

"A thesis?" Klaus asked, feeling intrigued and when she nodded nonchalantly, he felt baffled. "On what, if you don't mind me asking?"

She was smiling bashfully now, looking down at the remaining blackberries. "You'll laugh," she said.

"And why would that be?"

She clenched her eyes shut. "Because it's on hotels," she raced to say, peeking at him with one eye to see his reaction. He wasn't laughing so she looked at him properly, dumbfounded, noting that his expression was the same as before, if not more interested.

"Tell me more about it," Klaus asked, leaning his head on his knee to look at her.

She was blushing, and Klaus made a mental note to try and get the shade right on his canvas when he went back home.

"Well, it's going to be a tangent, so don't complain, okay?" She looked at him warily. He blinked softly, urging her on and she felt something shift between them.

"You asked for this," she sighed, and he chuckled, picking up another berry as she turned so that she was facing him, sitting cross-legged with a straight back.

She went on then, and Klaus was absorbing every single word that she was saying along with her wild hand-gestures that he felt like were going to hit him at some point. He noticed the sparkle in her eyes doubling-up as she talked about something she clearly felt passionate about.

Her cheeks had grown slightly red, and her mouth was stained by the blackberries. She mentioned how she had an even softer spot for haunted houses and hotels, making him grin with her.

It felt vulnerable for some reason, and Klaus' heart felt like it was growing inside of his chest.

She was spilling for him all of the research she had done so far, and it was admirable how well she was doing at explaining to him all of it. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to look at the hotels the same way again, knowing now the way she looked at them.

And he knew that he was going to pester her again sometime and ask her about the gold chain that she wore, in the middle of which hung a glass globe that held something in the shape of a star preserved inside it. He had a feeling that everything that adorned her body held some meaning to it for her. 

"And I think that's all I've got on it, so far anyways," she finished with a deep breath, looking at him with a big grin on her face. She had lipstick on her bottom teeth, or maybe it was just the berrie’s stain; Klaus looked away.

"I think I have a newfound soft-spot for hotels now," Klaus sighed, straightening his back and leaning against the wall, craning his neck to look at her.

"I'm so very glad to hear that," she chuckled. "My apologies for talking your ear off, but hey, you asked for it!"

"I've got a feeling that I might ask for it again," he winked, and she looked away immediately, the corners of her mouth lifted up.

"Can't be now because I need to get going," she shrugged, checking her wristwatch whose leather band was beginning to wither off.

"Sure, think I wasted some of your time there," grinning sheepishly, Klaus rubbed the back of his neck.

But she laughed as she packed away her book and the empty container back into her bag. "No, Klaus, thank you for listening," she said, genuinely.

"Anytime," Klaus muttered shyly, watching as she got up and waved him goodbye.

Klaus waved back with a wistful smile, watching her walk away when he suddenly realised.

"When will I see you again?" He shouted, ignoring the incredulous looks he got from the strangers. He slipped his hands in his pockets and shrugged when she turned around to look at him with wide eyes.

"I love taking evening walks around the neighbourhood," she said at a normal volume, and Klaus heard her just right.

He was going to be delusional and tell him himself that today had been an unofficial date, maybe he'd ask her out for an official one when he saw her the next time.

He nodded at her, giving her a salute as he rolled on the toe and then the heels of his feet, grinning shamelessly as she laughed and walked away, sparing him one last glance before turning around the corner, out of his sight but not once out of his mind.

[justafewsmallsteps]

Late, but I’ve been dying to make some work for @kagomes-hanakotobamatsuri ! Here's to make up for Week 1 where I chose the red hibiscus to represent passion. Along with it I wrote a (kinda spicy) little prologue to this piece, which I'm now titling Genki. This can stand alone though!

Genki, The Prologue (((Word Count: 933 /// Warning for Alcohol use and dubious consent)))

This was a remarkably dumb idea. That thought briefly flitted about in Kagome’s mind, but was overshadowed by the vodka-induced adrenaline telling her to go for it. She was in her final semester of university. She’d been stressed and uptight and severely lacking a social life or any real kind of self-indulgence for over a year now, and once this break was over, she would return to Tokyo and strap in for the toughest final stretch of her academic career. Her friends had pestered her nonstop about what a shut-in she’d become, and Kagome was tired of being known as the group’s wet blanket. So tonight, just tonight, she would allow herself to have fun. 

And tonight, at this random party in Osaka, fun was a very attractive guy that she dragged into a corner to make out with aggressively. He was so pretty—at least that’s what she believed. Her eyes were closed and she was pretty drunk, so maybe he was average looking in sobering daylight, but perhaps not. He was admittedly a clumsy kisser, shy and cute, and somehow that was turning her on more. 

She didn’t ask his name, nor did she give hers. It went against all her instincts. She was always known for forming connections and bonding with people. Her friends told her she wasn’t the type to throw caution to the wind. She’d never have a wild hookup. She’d always been so responsible. Kagome didn’t take pride or shame in that as an attribute, but god she hated being told what she wasn’t capable of. She was capable of dressing up and going out, she was capable of drinking too much and loosening up, and she was absolutely capable of finding a hot guy to have sex with in a closet. And she was here now in her skimpy red dress to prove it. 

“Is this a good idea?” The hot stranger asked, panting as Kagome hiked up her skirt and began fumbling with his jeans. 

“I don’t know. I don’t want to think tonight.” She finally got the button undone and pulled his pants down. 

“You’re okay with this? I think we’re both—“

She shoved her mouth on his fervently, tongue thrusting back into his mouth, hoping she could convince him to shut up before he made too much sense. 

“Drunk,” he finished, but sounded out of breath and dopey. 

“I’m okay with this.” He was single. He said he was clean. Those were the only two extra qualifiers that she had needed before she threw herself into his arms. “You want me?” 

It was apparently a struggle for him to answer her properly when her hand was already in his boxers, but he managed a, “Yes,” into her shoulder as she pushed them down. 

They were in a closet for heaven’s sake. There wasn’t much time or space, but Kagome was wasted and determined as she wrangled them onto the floor, straddling him in the cramped space. 

“Good, because I want you,” she confessed into the crook of his neck. 

Apparently that hit some kind of switch, because at that moment he grabbed her hip with one hand, and yanked her panties aside with the other, entering her with a groan.

“Oh! Oh yes.” She threw her head back as she clung to his shoulders. They weren’t wasting any time. “Yes, yes, yes!” It was amazing. She’d never felt this hot in her life. “How is this so good?” 

“No clue,” he replied. “It’s you, I swear. Or the alcohol.” 

She would’ve laughed or thanked him or something, but she was so caught up in the moment that she simply nodded. In the darkness, every sensation seemed to multiply—the squeeze of his hands, the heat of his lips, the oh so satisfying way he fit into her. 

“Yes! There! There, there!” It only took a few minutes of rocking up and down, but Kagome was so turned on that she reached her peak just moments later. “So good. You’re incredible!”

In turn he finished to her encouraging moans. 

And that was that. After only a brief moment to collect her breath, Kagome kissed his cheek sweetly. “Thank you. That was amazing. That was just what I needed and so much more.” 

“Y-you’re welcome,” she couldn’t make out his expression in the dark, but his voice was shaky.  

“Do you mind staying back for a minute? I… I’m trying to prove something dumb to my friends, so I’ve got to disappear.” 

“You have to?” He was so cute that Kagome almost gave in and asked his name, but she was stubbornly holding onto her pride, so she got up before this turned into something more. It would be just like her to get all mushy and exchange numbers and make it all romantic. No. Not this time. 

“I have to,” she confirmed. “But it’s not because of anything you did wrong. You’re really wonderful and you seem very nice.” 

“You too.” 

“Too nice, according to my friends. Nice and boring.” 

“You ain’t boring, that’s for sure.” 

She giggled. “Just for tonight.”

“Lucky me.” 

“I’m glad you think so. I’m really happy it was you, for the record. I hope you don’t feel like I used you, whoever you are, hot stuff.” 

He almosted coughed at the nickname. “You made my night, I promise. Get out there and give ‘em hell.” 

Kagome nodded, her legs a little wobbly. Then she turned the knob and let herself out, emerging smug and satisfied, but with a slight pang in her heart for the guy she’d left in the closet. 

No, she assured herself. No regrets.

[make-me-imagine]

Evan Buckley A-Z Relationship Headcanons

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Gn!Reader

Words: 3.2k

A/n: This is my first time doing these types of headcanons, so I hope it goes well. Get's a bit less detailed towards the end, mostly because I jut wanted to get them out already lol.

A: affection (is he affectionate? how?):

Buck is very affectionate! Emotionally, verbally and physically.

He doesn't shy away from showing his affection either. If you don't mind PDA he is all for it. If you are a bit shy about it, he will just hold your hand, or have his arm draped around your waist.

He is a cuddler, and enjoys you being close to him physically. And he loves to hold you tight, and press kisses to your head, shoulder, cheeks and hands whenever he can (and your lips obviously).

He is emotionally and verbally affectionate and will often remind you how much he loves you. He compliments you like crazy and will tell you anytime you do something he thinks is cute.

B: Boyfriend (what is he like a a boyfriend; boyfriend things):

Buck can be a little dense at times, but he tries very hard to be a loving and caring boyfriend. He can be very selfless though so you gotta make sure he is looking out for himself too. He is a romantic at heart so expect random gifts, fancy dates, flowers, snacks, etc.

He is protective, and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt. But this might drive you up the wall sometimes if he gets a bit too protective lol.

Constantly hearing new and bizarre facts he learned on the job, or when he fell down a research rabbit hole and two in the morning

Also, if you are someone who gets your period, he would take care of you. Bring you anything your craving buy you heating/cooling pads, medicine, etc. Anything to make you feel better if you are in pain.

C: Confession (did he confess first? how did he confess?):

He was fairly straight forward with his confession. You already knew he was interested since he basically made it obvious from the beginning. And he asked you out on a few dates. But when he wanted to tell you how he really felt about you (meaning his attraction was full-blown romantic feelings), he brought you flowers and gave you a charming smile.

He gave you a cute speech about how you made his heart hammer in his chest every time he saw you, and that he never really got butterflies from someone until he met you. Buck would make it clear that he wanted a serious relationship with you, and that you had become a part of him, and that you had his heart (so please don't break it).

D: Dates (what kind of dates do you go on?):

Buck loves a fun date. Sure he goes with the romantic candle-lit dinners every now and again, but he really loves fun and cute dates.

Picnics on the beach or in the park. Amusement park dates, arcade dates, movies, bowling, mini golf. Any and every activity you could do together, he is ready and willing.

If you plan a date he is all for it as well, he can find and make fun out of anything. Hell, he even enjoys date nights at home just watching movies and eating take-out. Any time spent with you with great to him.

E: Excitement (what does he do to bring excitement into your relationship)

Similar to the fun dates previously mentioned, he might suggest adventurous things. Bungee jumping, helicopter rides, boat rides, etc.. Anything that might bring adrenaline without being too dangerous. He makes sure to keep you on your toes and will be impulsive, bringing you along for the ride.

Maybe recommending a weekend trip, camping, road-trips, etc. If he gets an idea, its hard for him not to run with it.

Buck is an over-planner, so you know he does his research as well, so you always feel safe (if not still scared).

F: Food (does he cook for you? do you cook for him?)

Over the last few years, Buck has gotten pretty good at cooking, so he enjoys cooking for you. If you love to cook as well, he enjoys the two of you cooking together in the kitchen, or watching as you make something for the two of you. If you cook, he cleans, if he cooks, you have to get to the dishes before he does because he will do them even if you say you will.

He learns (often with Bobby's help) how to make your favorite foods. So when you are having a hard time he can surprise you with them.

Buck really is a prime example of giving and receiving love through food.

G: Gifts (does he get you gifts? what kind? does he like gifts?)

You probably have a hundred little trinkets around your house because of Buck. Oh, he saw a little ferris wheel key chain that reminds him of your third date? He's buying it for you. See's couple aprons? Definitely buying those. Matching mugs? Yep.

Anything that reminds him of you will most likely be bought, or at least greatly debated. You can thank Eddie and Hen for the fact that you do not have a thousand other things that reminded Buck of you.

Anytime you give Buck gifts he cherishes them. If it's is something simple and cute, he gives you that dopey grin and hugs you. If it is something sentimental or special, he might get emotional, or will take pictures of it to show the others.

H: Hugs (is he a hugger? does he like hugs?)

Pretty obvious by now, but yes he is a hugger! Back hugs, side hugs, hugs where he lifts you off the ground. All the hugs!

He loves when you hug him too. If you come up and wrap your arms around him, he immediately stars grinning. Coo's at you, might lovingly tease you, and will press a kiss to your head. If you hug from from behind, he will grab your hands and press kisses to them.

I: "I Love You" (how did he first say 'I love you', does he say it often?)

Buck knew he was falling in love with you the second it started happening. When his friends were talking about marriage, and he could easily and happily picture marrying you. He knew.

It was a few weeks later when it slipped out. After a rough day at work, you were cuddling together after eating. You were running your fingers through his hair while he was talking about how he was feeling. He could feel your love for him in that moment and gently caressed your face.

"I love you, you know." "I do know. And I love you too."

He is not shy in saying he loves you after this. Every time you say goodbye, he needs to make sure you hear him say it. He does not believe you can say it too much to someone, and he always wants to make sure you know.

J: Jealous (does he get jealous? how does he show it?)

Buck isn't one to get jealous often. He trusts you 1000%. When others get close to you, showing interest or flirting, he gets more protective than he does jealous. He knows you would never give them the time of day, but that doesn't mean he can trust them to back off.

Before you were dating however, he would get that little pang of jealousy in his chest if others showed interest in you. And if you seemed to be interested at all, he would feel it more as well as a bit worried that he might lose his chance.

K: Kissing (does he like kissing? how does he kiss?)

Like previously mentioned, Buck is a fan of physical affection and this does include kissing. Though he is fine with PDA, kissing isn't part of that, apart from a kiss on the cheek or forehead.

Kisses on the lips are for just the two of you. He can get lost in kissing you as well, and he loves lying on the couch or bed, with you in his arms as you slowly kiss each other. He also is the type too pull you flush against him as he is kissing you. Or he places his hands on either side of your face as he kisses you.

He often gives you kisses as he passes by you. Either a quick kiss on the cheek, temple of a peck on the lips.

When you kiss him he melts, and often smiles into the kiss, especially if he was not expecting it.

L: Love Languages (what are his giving and receiving love languages?)

Buck's main giving love languages is Acts of Service, while he also often uses physical affection and gifts to remind you how much he loves you.

His receiving love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. He loves being reminded and told that he is loved as it reassures him. And he loves just being around you, it doesn't matter what you are doing, just as you are together.

M: Marriage (does he want to get married? what would married life be like with him?)

Buck totally wants to get married, and thinks about it often. He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Being married to him wouldn't be much different than when you were dating. The only thing that really changes, is how he enthusiastically introduces you as his spouse, rather than his partner. He loves the sound of it, and it reminds him that you are together forever.

On the other side of it, if he is dating someone who does not want to get married, he is okay with it. He might be a little disappointed, but he'd never force his partner to do something they don't like. But this would not stop him from buying you some sort of promise ring, or token to remind you that he wants to be with you forever, married or not.

N: Nicknames (does he use nicknames or pet-names with you? what do you call him?)

On a daily basis he will call you by whatever nick-name you go by, or just your name. But he has a variety of pet-names for you. Babe, baby, sweetheart. If you are shorter than him he calls you 'Little One' or 'short-cake'.

You usually call him Buck, or Evan if you need to get his attention. Otherwise you call him Babe, Handsome, or Gorgeous.

O: Oath (what kind of things does he promise you?)

One of the biggest promises in your relationship is that no matter what. You both try your hardest to come home to each other every day. Alive, and safe.

He also always promises to make you happy, and to never hurt you. Something you promise him as well.

You promise each other to never hold things in, and to always tell each other everything. Communication is very important in your relationship.

P: Proposal (how would he propose?)

Buck is a romantic, so he will be planning something for a few weeks before he actually proposes. He gets advice from everyone, asking if his ideas are good, if he should do more, less, etc. He panics, but only because he wants it to be perfect.

Finally, he decides to do it on a weekend, when you are both off of work. You go stay in a cute house a few hours away near the coast. On the second day, while you were in the shower, he set up a picnic for the two of you.

When you were ready he asked you to go on a walk with him. You noticed he is a bit antsy, but you try not to think much of it. Though you had an idea he was planning something, you didn't think it was a proposal.

The walk was to the area he set up the picnic. You figured this was the surprise, and that was why he was a bit antsy. Hoping you liked it. Which you very much did.

After you ate, and the sun began to set, that was when he proposed. As you were looking out at the sunset, you turned back to look at him and he was on one knee.

He had a speech, because of course he would. It was emotional and romantic and made you cry. It was perfect.

Q: Quarrels (do you fight? what are fights like with him)

You rarely fight with Buck as he is the type to talk everything out, something you both decided was important.

So the only times you really argued, was when he did something reckless, usually endangering his life. You get angry out of love, but he might get defensive leading to an argument.

You make up fairly quickly though as you both realize the other's view. Buck is Buck and will do anything to save others. But you are afraid of losing him. He apologizes, and promises he will try his best not to put himself into more danger than he already gets into (you know this is kind of a lie, but you forgive him anyways).

R: Remember (does he remember important things?)

Not only does he remember important things like birthdays and anniversaries, but he remembers very small things. Details about you, and your relationship.

What flavors of ice cream, desserts, candy, you do and do not like. What specific orders you like with coffee or drinks. The ingredients in meals you avoid, or push to the side to save for last.

He remembers the places you've said you'd like to go to, the dates you've said sound cute.

He even has a notebook of stuff he's written down because he doesn't want to forget.

On the opposite side of this, he is horrible at remembering things like appointments or where you said you were going after work. So when you don't come home he gets worried and messages you, only for you to have to remind him that you were visiting your parents or friends. Something you told him about four times.

S: Sentimental (is he sentimental? how?)

Buck is pretty sentimental. He loves taking photos anytime you do something, dates, trips, going on walks. He has folders on his phone with 1000's of photos of the two of you and all the things you've done together.

He occasionally keeps things like ticket stubs, or stuff like that, but only if it was something meaningful or really fun. If you are the type to keep those kinds of things too, he thinks it is cute, and will make sure to keep them for you, so you can put them with the others.

T: Together (how does he act with you in public vs in private)

There is not a real difference with how he acts with you in public versus private. He does not hide how he feels about you. The only thing that is different, is how he keeps the PDA on the more casual side like previously mentioned.

He is not afraid of telling people about you, or how much he loves and admires you. He is proud of you and loves telling people you are together and about your relationship.

U: Uplifting (how does he cheer you up? what is the best way to cheer him up?)

When you are upset, Buck tries his best to cheer you up. He will buy you snacks, flowers, make you food, anything to show you that he is there for you. He will set up the couch to be all cozy, turn on your favorite shows or movies and just cuddle with you.

If you need to talk or rant about your feelings he will listen intently and make you feel seen.

If you need a break from the world, he might take you on a small trip, or do his best to distract you from the world.

He knows how much you try your best to make him happy so he will do his best to do the same for you. Any day you are sad or do not smile, is his least favorite day.

V: Vacation (when or where would you go on vacation together?)

Went over this a little bit before. But with more specific trips, if you only have the weekend off, you might take a road trip up the coast, or go visit Yosemite.

If you had a week or longer then you would take a trip out of the country. Most likely to a cute European town, or some place on the ocean.

You look for places with a lot of activities and places to visit like restaurants and museums, because you want to get as much out o the trip as you can. Though, if your vacation comes after a long stressful time, a place near the ocean where you relax and do very little is just what you need.

W: Wedding (what kind of wedding would you have?)

If you and Buck get married, he will be happy with whatever you want. If you want a small simple wedding, he is all for it. Close friends and family only.

If you want big and extravagant, he is all for it and will help you come up with fun ideas to make it the best it can be.

Most likely though, you will have something in the middle. Not too big, not to small. With a few things both of you wanted. Your decorations and theme, food trucks and maybe a karaoke machine for Buck. And you know there will for sure be a dance sequence with Eddie buck and Chimney (with a special appearance by Chris and Bobby). It is embarrassing, but also very funny, and you often look back on the video when you need to cheer up.

X: Xtra (a random head canon I have)

Your first date with Buck was home-made dinner at his place.

He burned it a little, since he was so nervous, but you thought it was good anyways. You cleaned the dishes together and ended up having a small water fight in the kitchen. Which then lead to your first kiss.

Y: Yearning (does he yearn for you when you are apart? how does he deal with it?)

Buck doesn't like being apart from you for too long, because he misses you easily. He is so used to you being in his life daily that when you aren't around he feels like a part of him is missing.

So to remedy this, he texts you a lot and face times with you whenever he can. He also has a tendency to talk about you a lot more often when you aren't around. Which often leads to Eddie or Chimney texting you begging you to cm back sooner before they kill him.

Z: zZzZz (sleeping habits)

Buck falls sleep fairly easily, and is also kind of hard to wake up. He can be a bed and blanket hog sometimes, but once he gets used to sharing a bed with you, it lessens.

He is a snuggler as well, and likes to be the big spoon holding you close to him. He is quite big and very warm so sometimes you have to rip your blankets off so you don't overheat.

He likes the occasional nap, and will sometimes kidnap you from whatever you are doing and carry you to the bed with him so you can nap with him. He will hold you tight, so good luck trying to sneak away if that was your plan. You're stuck now.

xx

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[anemptypuddingcup]

I don’t like you.

Yandere!Zoro x Female Reader.

Luffy’s ver. Zoro’s ver. Sanji’s ver.

Yes ma’am, I’m writing yandere fics for the monster trio.

Y’all do know that these are not as dark due to my rules, I’ll test something out eventually.

Contains: Yandere!Zoro. Obsessive and Possessive Yandere!Zoro. Reader’s in denial of her feelings for Zoro. Reader pushing Zoro away. Reader’s a bit aggressive. Tsundere Reader?? Zoro adores Reader. Jealousy. Mention of Sanji nearly getting killed. (Just a slight mention that isn’t directly said) Mentions of stalking. Dirty talking. There’s definitely some frustration from Reader. Rough sex. Edging. Zoro realizes Reader’s feelings through sex. Zoro and Reader end up together in the end. Yep, this one’s also long.

How did such a man squeeze your heartstrings like he did?

It was so confusing to you how he was the only one who played with your heart without realizing it. Tossing it around in his hand like a little bean bag to play with before he’d eventually throw it out into the sea.

Though you thought incorrectly of Zoro when he showed signs of him liking you.

You didn’t like him at least that’s what your brain was telling you, but your heart couldn’t help but to have an attraction to the moss-headed man. You seen his stares and you’d seen him following you whenever you went. He would even try his best to pair up with you when it came to exploring islands.

He knew that you felt some type of way, you kept ignoring him or trying to stay away from him. He wasn’t going to allow that though, he made sure that he’d be near you at all times regardless of how you felt about him. The furrow of your brows whenever he’d gotten close to you signalized a feeling for him, knew it was a hint of something other than whatever this was that you were feeling.

It was hard for him to talk to you when you gave him the cold shoulder for hours on end. So he never got the chance to really have a proper and loving conversation with you.

That’s where the jealousy began to brew.

He’d noticed how you’d stare or speak to that curly-browed idiot, the one person who he just couldn’t get along with on the ship. He hated how he was the one who got your attention, how he was the one who could have a good conversation with you. It pissed him off just staring at you and watching you enjoy talking to him.

Eventually after putting much thought into it, he decided to finally speak to you and prevent you from ignoring him any longer. An idea that he was forced upon due to your stubbornness and negligence. You tried your best to avoid him at that time but he seems more eager to get you within his grasp.

He peeks in through your doorframe, his big figure blocking any light that was shining through. You freeze and turn over to him before realizing that it was him standing there. “Hey. Can I talk to you?” He asked nicely, deciding to start off with a nicer approach.

You trembled against your bedsheets before you scoot back, your heart fluttering and pounding from your chest with heavy nervousness. “Z-Zoro.” You say his name out shakily, a bit of adrenaline rushing through your veins as you felt slightly panicked.

He slowly walks in and closes the door behind himself, locking it before he walks over to your bed and softly sets himself on it. He pulls you closer to him and you grow hot from his sudden touch, his large rough hand against your waist.

“What do you want?” You asked firmly, averting your eye contact from him. He peers down at you before smiling, his hand trembling against your body as he finally got to touch that sweet soft skin of yours. “You were ignoring me, so I came directly.” He confesses, his other hand playing with your pretty strands.

You let out a little sigh before you begin biting at your nails, your lashes fluttering as you slowly grew aroused just from his touch. “Why do you keep ignoring me? I just want to speak to you but you keep dismissing me.”

“I don’t want to talk with you.”

His brows raises and he chuckles at your obvious lie, sliding his hand up higher along your body.

“Well I want to, I want to hear you talk.” He says, his lips moving in closer to your neck and pressing smooches against your sweet skin. You let out a sudden mewl as you felt his lips against your skin.

“W-Why does it matter!? Why do you want to speak with me so badly!? If I don’t want to talk I don’t want to-“

“You and I both know why I want to talk to you so badly. Isn’t it obvious? I like you. No, I love you ________.” He confesses to you.

Your eyes widens from his words and you feel your heart pound out of your chest as he said such words to you.

“You always avoided me, you always ignored me. Why couldn’t you see that I wanted to talk to you?”

“I nearly got my hands on that shitty cook when I realized how much more attention he’d got instead of me. How much you enjoyed talking to him but never me!”

“Can’t you see it ________? I want to fucking be with you. I’ve always wanted to be with you.”

You shivered against him after hearing his confession and your body slowly begins to burn up from taking in his words. Though Zoro wasn’t done speaking in fact he was just getting started.

“I’ve dreamt about you…I’ve dreamt about us. How happy we could be together.” He begins, his eyes looking down at your flustered expression. He presses his hand against your chin, turning your head to face him and forcing you to look at him.

“I’ve dreamt about giving it to you good…I’ve dreamt about fucking you to the point where you’d grow drunk on my cock, your face all scrunched up and becoming a mess for me.”

Your face turns a deep red as you listened to his lewd words, your breathing growing more heavy yet shaky as you struggled to inhale and take deep breaths.

“I want to give it to you, I want to fuck you so badly.” He whispers into your ear, his chapped lips pressing against the shell of your pretty little ear.

“I want to hear you scream my name. Regardless of whose hears or who comes in, I’d still keep fucking you until you’ve melted in my grasp and constantly cry out for more.” He whispers, his hand trailing up to your breasts up under your shirt.

You moan out as you feel his fingers pinch your hardened buds, your smaller hands pressing over his as he did. You wanted him you really did, your heart wanted to be with him but your mind didn’t want him near you. You’ve realized that you couldn’t put up much of a fight if he was doing this to you.

“Z-Zoro~ Please~” You whisper out, a little whimper leaving you as you felt your heat beginning to brew within your lower tummy. You clench your thighs together tightly as you felt your cunt beginning to pulsate and grow out of control.

“You feel the same don’t you? Why not tell me?”

“Because I don’t! I don’t feel the same way!” You gasp out, a few whimpers leaving you as your chest began to heave from your heavy breaths

Zoro stares at you blankly before sighing. “Stubborn girl aren’t you?” He huffs.

He removes his hands from your shirt and pins you against the mattress in one swift motion, a little gasp leaving you as his large hands held you in place. You stared up at him as he hovered over you, a little smirk appearing across his face as he stared at your messy little face.

He presses his hands up against your thighs and pushes them far up, your ankles meeting your head. “Cmon~ Say it and I’ll go easy on you~” He teases you, a little chuckle leaving him. “Fuck you!” You whine out shakily as you feel him yank your shorts off, his fingers just pulling your panties out of the way before he spits out onto your cunt.

He rubs the natural lubricant in with his fingers, rubbing all along your entrance.

He hisses as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans, the imprint of his cock poking out through his jeans making you tremble. He pulls his cock from his briefs and slaps it against your pussy, causing you to moan out.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited. How long I’ve waited to feel your fucking pussy~” He breathes out shakily, his thick cock pulsating against your cunt. You let out a shaky gasp as he slides his length along your bare cunt, his breathing growing shaky as he struggles to control himself. “Do you want me? If not, I’ll just leave.” He asks firmly, his eyes glaring down at you.

You hesitate to answer him but you absolutely wanted him. All of his teasing and dirty talk made you grow warm within your lower tummy. His length laid there hot against you which made you only crave him more. You sigh heavily before you finally answer him. “Y-Yes…I want you.” You say firmly, finally admitting defeat.

He smiles and he’s ecstatic.

Pressing his hips up against yours, he aligns his cock with your entrance before he slowly pushing into you, a moan leaving you as he stretches you out. You mewl as you felt his length stretch you out and fill you up to the brim, his cock going deep into you and practically shoving into your cervix.

He breathes out heavily before looking at you, a smirk across his face as he stared down deep into your eyes. “You’re so much better than I imagined.” He admits, his hands gripping your hips. You turn away from him and avert eye contact as he slowly begins to thrust into you, doing gentle thrusts to make sure you weren’t in pain with his large dick inside of you.

Zoro could already feel his mind growing cloudy as he rutted into your cunt, his eyes growing half-lidded while he began to swirl far into the pleasure. You gripped your shirt tightly as he thrusted into you, his cock now hitting you way deeper than just your cervix.

He smiles as his face contorted with the pleasure, his thin brows furrowing as he feels your cunt tighten around him. He pulls your hips a bit farther and you could swear that he was practically in your stomach by now.

“Mmgh~ H-Hah~” You bite your bottom lip to suppress yourself, trying to cover your moans and not wanting to gain any attention to your room while Zoro fucked you deep into your mattress. You cover your mouth and his thrusts begins to grow more rapid. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing throughout your small room.

He smiles as he watches your face contort while you struggled to keep your moans in. His hands reaches out to you to grab your wrists. Gripping your wrists, he holds them tightly and moves them from your mouth, pulling them down against him so you couldn’t suppress your noises.

You couldn’t help but to whine out as he decides to fuck your harder, purposefully trying to get you to make some more noise.

“Mmgh~ M-Mhmm~ Z-Zoro~ L-Let go o-of my w-wrists!~” You whine out, your head laying against your soft pillow as he now pounds into your cunt. Zoro could only stare as he watched you take in his cock so wonderfully, your face turning into more of a mess for him.

“Ain’t that humiliating? You can’t even express how much you like me so I have to fuck it out of you.” Zoro teases, a sly grin spread across his face. Your eyes widens and groan angrily.

“F-Fuck you! I’ll fucking kill you!” Your brows furrows in frustration and arousal as you grit your teeth from his words. Your mind cloudy and frustrated as he fucked you so deep. Zoro’s eyes widens and his smile grows wider and a bit more crazily as he shove his cock farther into you, making those words shatter into pieces with a loud moan.

“MMGH!~ S-So deep…i-inside!-“

“I’d like to see you try. What makes you think you can do that huh? How’re you gonna kill me when you’re falling to pieces on my cock!?” He chuckles, his hand gripping your chin tightly to keep you facing him while his remaining hand held both your wrists. You grit your teeth before biting your lip once again, a heavy gasp leaving you as you felt yourself wanting to cum.

“Ahh~ F-Fuck y-you- M-Mhh~” You whine out, your cunt clenching around Zoro’s length tightly. Your fingers gripping his haramaki as your toes curled from the pleasure. You gasp out heavily as you felt yourself ready to cum on his cock and he could tell that you were on the edge.

“What wrong? Gonna cum on my dick now?” He asks, his hips coming to a halt before pulling his cock from you without warning. You breathe heavily and your moans quickly stop, his grip on your hips now growing softer before he lets go of them, edging you and leaving you there.

“N-No! Don’t stop Zoro!” You whine out, wanting him to help you finish and reach your climax. “Now you don’t want me to leave? You’re so indecisive aren’t you woman?” He says, staring at you.

“I didn’t want you to leave in the first place!”

You trembled under him, a few tears brimming at your eyes as the frustration quickly brewed back up inside of you. You wanted to release and you wanted to feel him again. You wanted him to fill you up and fuck the frustration away.

Zoro stares at you with slight shock in his eye before he lets out a heavy sigh. His hand reaches up to your hair and he cradles your head before staring into your eyes. “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He asked, slowly stuffing his cock back inside of you.

You moan out shakily as he presses his body against yours, your legs wrapping around his hips tightly as you yearned for him to move. He quickly begins to thrust back into you, not wanting you or him to wait any longer. You moan out as he ruts into you, your arms wrapping around him and gripping his shirt while he had a grip on your hair and hip.

“You’ll be mine right? After all of this you’re going to be with me, yeah?” He growls in your ear, his breathing growing heavy as he thrusted hard into your aching hole. “Yes! Yes! Yes of course I’ll be yours!~” You gasp out, your nails giving him new scratches against his tanned skin through his shirt.

“And you’ll take my dick like my good little girl won’t you? Hm? Won’t you?” His hand pulls on your hair, causing you to moan out loudly while you took his rough thrusts.

“Yes Zoro!~” You moan out, your back arching off of your bed as you felt your orgasm rising back up. The mattress squeaked under both of your weight and the headboard was practically slamming against the wall with the way Zoro was fucking you.

Zoro could only smile upon your words and moans, hearing you whine like a little needy whore for him turned him on more and made him more rough. Your eyes begins to roll back as you finally feel yourself ready to cum once again.

“You gonna take my cum now? You want me to fill your little pussy up with my cum?” He asks through a groan, his cock now beginning to twitch inside of you. “Y-Yeah! Yes! P-Please fill up my pussy Zoro!~” You whine out shakily. “As you fucking wish.” He groans before get gets up onto his knees. He pulls your hips far against his, a heavy gasp leaving you as he goes deeper into you.

He grips your hips tightly before his thrusts go at an inhumane pace, biting his bottom lip as he lets out heavy groans. “Cmon, Cmon!” He huffs before he finally bursts inside of you. You moan out practically screaming as you gush on his cock, your orgasm hitting hard like a brick as your walls fluttered and twitched around his length.

Zoro’s eye widens as he watches you gush all over him, releasing all of the pent up stress and frustration that you had. He trembles before letting out a groan and cursing under his breathe.

“Fuck, there you fucking go.” He huffs heavily, his cum coating your walls and filling you up. A little bit spills out of you as he grinds his tip far against your cervix. “You were pent up weren’t you baby girl? You practically soaked my shirt and your sheets.” He teases, sweat falling from his body and onto yours. You whimper out to him before you feel your vision falling blurry, your mind growing dizzy from your orgasm.

“Ah…Ahh~ Z-Zoroo…” You whine out softly yet shakily to him. He stares down at your twitching frame and pulls you into his arms. “M-M’sorry Zoro…I-I’m sorryy…” You apologized, your arms holding on to him tightly.

Zoro presses his thumb against you glossy lips before finally giving you a kiss, his chapped lips pressing softly against yours. “Shh…It’s fine. I understand.” He whispers to you. Your face softens up and you let out a relieved sigh.

“So it was true the whole time, wasn’t it?” He asked to you. You nodded softly, your eyes now averting contact with him again. “You do like me…You just tried to keep it suppressed and hidden…” He says to himself, his eye softening towards you.

He grips your chin to keep your gaze towards him. “Come on, look at me.” He demanded, his soft gaze calming you down. You turn over to him and he presses another kiss to your lips. “You’re mine okay? From this day on, you’re my woman and no one else’s. Got that?” He says to you. You smile softly to him and nodded to him.

“Yes Zoro, I’m yours now..”

Hearing the words fall from your lips had sealed your own fate. You’re Zoro’s now and that’s a promise that shouldn’t be broken. He could only stay smirking as he heard the words leave your own mouth.

It was gonna be easier to keep you within his grasp now, because now you absolutely couldn’t get away.

[spdrvyn]

do you think you'll be writing a part 3 to "i'll be lonely with you" ?? 👀 it's so good and i am invested

let's be lonely together — MIGUEL O'HARA

☆ there seems to be a spark growing between you and miguel, and you're forced to confront it when a heavy obstacle blocks your path.

minor angst. fluff. hurt/comfort. injuries. gn!reader. changed the formatting because it felt a little too clunky, hope you guys enjoy this one. school just started for me so i'll be getting a little busy T_T like the other "parts" in this, it can be read as stand alone.

You were absolutely mortified when you heard the news.

Miguel getting injured was a rare phenomenon that you'd only ever see in your nightmares, however the multiverse would always find a way to make those dreaded dreams of yours become a reality.

You'd refused to believe at first, standing as still as a mannequin once Jess had informed you, but that realization had finally sunk in. Miguel was hurt, and you were away while it happened.

From what you've gathered, he got impaled. It wasn't in any fatal areas, but it's a gut-twisting incident nonetheless. You shuddered just thinking of Miguel covered in blood, but to think that a spear, a sharp piece of metal, a blade piercing through and sticking out of Miguel's side left you unsettled.

Of course, your first instinct was to visit him. No second thoughts.

God, even as you paced hurriedly to the infirmary which was all the way across headquarters, your mind ran like a coding sequence. Trying to compute what to even say once you see him.

Being too forward and asking questions straight away might get him overwhelmed, he is frail and you certainly don't need to weigh down on him even more. Yet, you also want to show him that you care, but how do you do that without confessing your feelings for him?

Oh, right. Your feelings for him.

Cross your heart and hope to die, it started out as a small crush. Very miniscule, very minute, but who could blame you? You hadn't been around for as long as Peter B., Ben, let alone Jess, but he was more than okay with your company. You considered that to be a great achievement, but you celebrated too hard on your newfound friendship. Letting it fester in your heart, boiling for more.

You had tried to embrace delusion, you had tried to be content in the illusion of simply being friends, however guilt crept up on you at every single possibility. Maybe you could push down your feelings, stay in denial, but it would be a wasted effort.

It was the little things. The ghost of a smile that you would see forming on his lips whenever you talked about your interests or practically anything not work-related, the way that his eyes relaxed whenever you came into sight, how he ran his hand through his hair during the times it had fallen unkempt to fix himself up just for you.

Although it wasn't just you who noticed his tiny habits, Miguel was ever the observant type as well. During conversations, he'd occasionally interrupt you with a detail from a discussion that you two had three months ago. You wouldn't be surprised if he knew bullshit like your mother's maiden name.

This showed up in presents too. When you just happened to be hungry, Miguel had pulled out a small box, well as small as it could get when in his hands, and handed it you. Once you'd open it, you were met with the smell of your favorite fast food place.

Even with the snarky comments about how he could easily replicate it with the ingredients he had at home, there was no ignoring the absolutely smitten smile that he wore as he watched you eat. Content, happy, and most of all: full.

You'd missed it, all of it. The adrenaline in your veins raced like a runner on a track, hand shaky as you raised it to knock on the door of his medical room. Sweat gathered at your forehead, you held your breath as it threatened to collapse. You knew had to do this.

Three knocks was all you needed, but before you could even get to the third rap, Miguel's voice spoke from inside. "Come in," it was low, but not menacing like it usually was. He no longer spoke like he was commanding a room, getting your undivided attention, low from the bottom of his heart with every word serving a purpose.

No. Right now? He spoke like he'd fallen into the pavement, instead trying to divert your attention, low from the deep pit of shame and embarrassment that he dug himself into.

Once you'd entered, Miguel looked just as sad as you thought he'd looked. Even if he still adorned the suit that made him particularly stand out from every other spider-person running in and out of this place, the suit that served as his captain's hat, the freshly patched wounds shined through it all.

"Miguel," You spoke, voice hushed as you rushed to his side. He flinches when you slam the door shut behind you before you grip the railings of his 'hospital' bed. "What even happened?"

Your eyes ran over his body, observing how the molecular fabric of his suit glitched and stuttered, the same way a TV would look if you pressed your hand against the screen too hard.

You wanted to get a good look of his injuries, to check for any sign of what the full story was, but before you could do more, Miguel brings the covers over the entire lower half of his body, including the surface of his abdomen. Looking away shamefully.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," He grumbles and you could barely even hear it, his words tore your heart apart piece by piece. Did he not trust you? Were your efforts to see something more in him for naught? "Why are you here?"

"Why else do you think I'm here, Miguel?"

The truth was that you weren't even mad at him, just disappointed. Numbers were too finite to count the amount of times you've limped into Miguel's office with a brand new injury from a mission, the amount of times you've explained to him that you'd go straight to the infirmary after, the amount of times he's demanded that you sit down as he patches up your wounds while you report said mission to him. 

Yet he was this ashamed to act so vulnerable in front of you, while you've looked even weaker in the past? It made you think, it really did. "I feel like you owe me some explanation, don't you?" You insisted, but he just shook his head.

"There's more important things to attend to right now," He begins, and it makes the blood pumping in your heart freeze over. "It's really not that big of a deal, it'll pass in a day, I promise." Lies. All of it. 

The frigidity of his words seeped from your chest down to your very fingertips, the steel railing of his bed practically turning to ice as the realization sunk in. He didn't want you to see him like this. He didn't trust you enough to see him like this. 

But why?

You wondered. So you asked him. 

"I just don't get it." One of your hands lets go of bars that way you could smooth your hair, probably the only not messy part about you right now. "I thought I was doing everything right, and it's still not enough, is it?" 

Miguel's face falls, the tense pout that he wore like a jacket being ripped to shreds as you further rambled. "Why are you shutting me out like this? What did I do wrong?" Fragile, delicate, creaking and cracking, all while on the verge of breaking. 

Was it your voice? Your tears? Your composure? No, everything. It was as if he had you in a chokehold, a slight pressure, and you could shatter in an instant. Your head immediately tilted down, facing the floor. You prayed, prayed, and prayed that he wouldn't take notice of the crystalline drops that fell from your eyes. 

But Miguel can't even bring himself to say anything and he hates himself for it, don't get him wrong though, he has so many thoughts, he's had so many thoughts about you. He felt like such an idiot for not saying them to you before, but he'd feel like even more of an idiot if he said them right now. 

That was mostly the self-defense talking, just look at you. Sure, he was the dumbass injured on the hospital bed, but you were an entirely different kind of pitiful. The strength that he'd built over the past year, to hurdle obstacles both physically and mentally, to be a leader, yet he couldn't even undo the repression of the feelings that he so coldly locked away. 

He wanted to try though. For you.

"It's— it's not for the reasons you think, okay?" Miguel stuttered, how he wanted you to look up that way he could wipe your tears, hush and reassure you, but he couldn't. Not in this moment at least. "I'm an idiot, I really am."

Now, that made you redirect your attention. A rarity it was to witness the proclaimed genius, leader of hundreds of Spider-people, to call himself fucking stupid. Your eyes were dry, but the puffiness of your lids said all it needed to. 

Miguel's face scrunches up a little, he had to be vulnerable, it was the least of many things that he owed you. "I just think you're too good for me sometimes," He sighs, 

leaning back against the pillow behind him. Gazing distantly into the small corner of darkness in the room, "Not sometimes. A lot of the time. Everyday."

A wave of warmth crashes over your chest, coursing through your icy veins as Miguel further digs himself into this hole. A hole that he'd most likely die in. "You're just so— so you, you know?"

He denotes your perplexed face and sucks in a sharp breath, bringing a hand out to rub the wrinkles on his forehead. "Fuck, just give me a second to think." He huffs in annoyance, there were often times where Miguel would be able to explain the full extent of canon evemts with no breaks in between when it came to something as simple as saying I like like you, he was more than clueless.

"I've seen this place come to fruition ever since I could even begin to fathom multiverse travel," He starts, Miguel had normally upkept the habit of keeping eye contact with those he spoke with, but right now he wanted nothing more than to keep looking away from you. "A year. A whole year."

Miguel was smart, that he could say with confidence. He was able to build machines that allowed him access to scientific discoveries that nobody else could attain, the same machines that are the foundation of everything he's built. 

However, it all really boiled down to the people. Each individual that he's recruited is special, he can't deny that. Their origins are the same, maybe their suffering alike, but it comes down to the soul, the core of their being. There's a specialty in every Spider-person that he's walked by in these hallowed halls.

Even after all of that, he just couldn't comprehend it. After seeing all of them get knocked down by the cruel humor of the multiverse, only to get back up and to keep preserving, he hasn't made a single realconnection. 

"You come in only a few months ago and it seems like everybody knows your name, knows who you are, your smile." Miguel talked and talked and talked, like you weren't even in the room. Like how he did whenever he'd come back to his office from a mission, a mission with you and Lyla would beg him for the details. 

"Yet, even when there's so many better versions of Spider-Man out there, more charming and more... likeable," Finally, finally he turns his head back to face you, trying to fight back the shame that makes him want to just shut the hell up. 

"You chose me." How could he even call himself a genius after all of this?

One of Miguel's worst fears nowadays was you being in his place, possibly worse. Dead on the dark floor an alleyway in some distant dimension, that idea terrified him a lot. He almost thought he killed you himself when you only seemed to just— stare at him, lips slightly parted and the only reassurance he received that you were still with him in this realm was the slow rise and fall of your chest. 

If this was how you felt everytime you had a personal discussion with him, he completely understood if you'd leave this room hating his guts. As each second passes at a snail's pace, that pit of anxiousness grows and grows until—

"Miguel," It's a single word, his name, his calling; the way you say it though, it makes his heart drop below freezer temperature. "Is that really what you think of yourself?"

Huh?

"Here I thought that you were pissed at me this whole time," A dry, but short chuckle leaves your throat. The remnants of your sobs and previous cries still present in the way you spoke. "I don't hang around you just for some extra validation or because you're the boss, I stand you because I actually like you?"

What?

"Have you actually never considered that? That I wanted to know you past a work basis?" You almost find the utter shock on his face humorous if it weren't how ridiculous his mindset was, how stupid he truly was. 

"I mean— I didn't—" Whatever was left of your tears seemed to dry out watching him like this, tripping and falling over his words. The walls that he so desperately tried to build up crumbling before you into pieces, these pieces that you'd admire and care for. "Fuck, I'm no good at this."

"Yeah, I can see that." All the worries that you've held so close to your heart were slowly starting to be ebbed away by the what he'd just said, maybe you were afraid, but he was to. "I can do the rest of the talking now." 

Even if he didn't make a single movement, you could tell that he agreed with you. 

His heart thumps competing the speed of a race car as you place your hand on top of his, running your thumb smoothly across his bruised knuckles. You delight in the way that subtle dark red hue settles on his cheeks. It's working. 

"I really, really like you. I like the way your hair moves, I like the way I can take a peek at your fangs when you laugh, I like the way that you roll your eyes when someone says something really stupid," It's a drawn out ramble, one that Miguel could get absolutely drunk on and result in a hangover the next morning. 

"You're not better or worse than me, we both carry our own flaws, have our own struggles," Time seems to come to a standing point when you bring his scathed hand to your heart, where he can feel how fast it's beating under his fingertips. 

"But what really matters to me is that we help each other change, to improve. You've done so much for me after all this time and I want to do the same for you ten-fold," You suck in a sharp breath. "Possibly even more." 

Miguel clearly couldn't bring himself to words right now. How could he after everything you've just confessed? Any sentence after that would make him sound like a caveman and it's not like he could afford to look like any more of a bumbling idiot in front of you after all that. 

Instead, he opts for something else. Slowly but surely, he drags his hand up to grip onto your shoulder, pulling you closer. Gently but closer. 

He notices the way that your body tenses in anticipation, your breath quickening when his gaze flickers down to your lips. 

"May I?"

Yes, please.

There was a certain softness to the way that Miguel kissed you, in a way that you'd never expect would come from him. However, the grip that he has on your shoulder tightens and surely, there's a certain desperation to how he holds you. 

He wants this. He needs this. 

You want to lean in closer. Maybe even climb onto the bed and straddle his lap so that things can go further deeper, all of these thoughts racing through your head come to an abrupt stop when Miguel hisses in pain pulling back. 

Excitement quickly contorts into concern when he retracts his hand from you to rub the crook of his neck. You swore you could see blood sprinkling the gauze that covered the wound there.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. You should—" Before you could even finish apologizing, he recovers. Practically grabbing you with so much force that your body slightly clashes against the metal of his bed, the cold steel in contrast to the warmth of his touch. 

God, kissing you felt like running a marathon or scaling a building as high as the Effeil Tower, but did Miguel care? No, he didn't. He didn't give a shit if he'd be ripping a stitch or causing a blood vessel to pop. You were all that mattered to him now. 

"Don't you dare apologize." He grits through labored breaths before continuing to kiss you with a newfound hunger and how could you not listen? 

No matter how many bandages, lectures, and battles Miguel had to go through each passing day. The isolation that had consumed his heart in a tar nobody could break, you did. When Miguel was there to save the multiverse, most of all, you would be there to save him. 

And he was more than okay with that. 

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[esteljune]

Jhonny "Soap" MacTavish x surgeon f!reader

Synopsis: It's Christmas Eve, Johnny is on temporary leave at his family home. He didn't have the courage to ask you to go with him because you've only been dating for a few months and you have to work anyway. As soon as you tell him on the phone that you'll be working the night shift, he feels like an idiot for not asking you to come with him so he jumps in his 4runner (thanks @brewed-pangolin for introducing me to this mindblowing headcanon) and drives for over three hours straight to come to you.

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As you watch him walk out the door, you've never once protested, never hesitated, always showing your best side. Your best, which is equivalent to sincere love, the most tender dedication, the broadest understanding.

Every time that blue-eyed giant leaves you behind, a piece of you inevitably goes with him, a piece of that heart that now beats wildly in front of his tender and apprehensive gaze.

It's hard not to get carried away knowing that this ridiculously and scandalously attractive guy drove like a maniac on a holiday just to see you again.

He had drawn you to him by grabbing the stethoscope intertwined around your neck, a satisfied and cheeky grin painted on that face so painfully close to your heart that it made your stomach churn.

Whatever you had wanted to object to his madness had been silenced by a kiss. One of his. So deep and all-consuming that it clouded your brain, keeping you anchored to his hot skin, to that rapid breath with a vague scent of tobacco and coffee.

"As much as the prospect of kissing you for the fifteen minutes of break I have left is definitely tempting, Sergeant. Can you tell me why you're here? Like, for real." you murmured on his soft lips, in the pause needed to catch your breath, the stubble on his scarred chin tickling your face.

"Steamin' Jesus. Because I wanted tae ask ye tae come to Glasgow with me when I came back, but I didn't. Instead, ye'll spend the night with your hands inside someone's chest." he cursed in that thick Scottish accent that was capable of making you lose your head on its own. His forehead pressed against yours, desperately.

"Johnny, stop worrying about me. I'm fine. And I'll be fine tomorrow. Knowing you're happy and safe is all I need right now." you breathed a smile, and you meant it, you meant it with every fiber of your being.

And yet, that pain, that insecurity so deeply rooted inside you had not escaped those brilliant ice blue eyes.

If he had known words strong enough to tell you how Soap felt, he would have done it, but he was not like you, his world was all action, adrenaline, discipline, control, instinct. There had never been much room for that oppressive and nameless feeling that had crushed his chest since the day he met you.

For Johnny, actions were worth much more than his limited arsenal of words.

"Here, take these. I want ye to keep them. For when I'm gone." he grunted with a breath caught in his broad chest, as his big, calloused hands nervously fumbled around his neck.

He almost awkwardly pulled off the dog tags, now dulled by the time spent resting against that familiar body, and dropped them into your hands. For a moment you could have sworn you felt him trembling. Your heart skipped a beat.

"I can't accept them, you stubborn Scot. Your blood type is written on them." you muttered, trying to camouflage your burning cheeks, the words dying in your throat.

"It's also on my combat gear." Johnny grinned in response, with that childish and mischievous smile that had often almost made you slap him.

"You always have a quick answer, don't you?"

You looked at them, more intensely and for longer than you would have liked. The truth was, you were afraid.

"I can't, Johnny. Keeping them... It would almost feel like you're never coming back to me." you confessed in a barely audible whisper, your heart sinking a little in your chest.

His rough fingers on your chin had the effect of an electric shock, forcing you to lock eyes with his prodigious blue ones.

"It's just a wee loan, aye? You decide if and when to give them back tae me. I'll always be here." he smiled and you felt like you could breathe again.

"If I could tear me heart out of my chest and leave it with ye, I would, lass. Ye'll have to settle for these."

That promise seemed to imprint itself so deeply inside you that you thought it would leave a scar.

"You can't say these things to me, Johnny. I'll end up believing them." you replied softly, praying with all your heart that it was true, that his absence would not one day destroy you.

Seeing in his eyes that he had caught the doubt that had slowly crept into you broke your heart.

"Hen..." he began in a hoarse whisper, again searching for words he didn't know.

The sound of your pager interrupted him and the moment was already gone.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” you smiled, brushing your fingers against his achingly beautiful face, his icy eyes melting into yours and turning your blood to lava.

“Go. Save the world, bonnie.” he was so proud of you that he felt his chest might burst. Whatever he had wanted to tell you, he was sure you knew it already, you knew everything, even before he confessed his love to you. You had understood it before he did.

He loved you, and he let you go.

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Please bear with me and my poor imitation of Johnny's accent T_T unfortunately english is not my first language

[legoflowrs]

HEAD CANNONS:

cw: tiny bit of nsfw, drug use, abuse, drinking, smoking

AGED UP TO 18 PEOPLE!!!

Kenny McCormick

- Kenny has a southern twinge thanks to his parents. They moved from Texas early on into Kenny’s life but thanks to always being surrounded by it he inherited it.

- Kenny works at least 2 jobs for most of high school. He has always been financially independent and wants to make sure he can take care of Karen.

- Lowkey a mamas boy always felt bad for Carol and tried to help her when he could.

- His Dad never hit him but he has always been pretty emotionally and verbally abusive, especially when he was drunk.

- This doesn’t deter Kenny from drinking but he’s the complete opposite of his Dad when he’s drunk. Kenny is a nice drunk, telling all his friends how much he loves them.

- Kenny has done all the piercings he has himself. Definitely had at least 6 in each ear and he’d probably have shark bites as well as a nose ring.

- Kenny LOVES tattoos. He’s done a few stick and pokes on himself but he met someone who did a professional one on him. He saved up for ages to get it. It’s a lark tattoo which is Karen’s favourite bird. He got it on his forearm.

- Karen is super into helping animals so every Saturday Kenny drives her to the animal shelter.

- His favourite cookie is snickerdoodles because his Grandma used to send them to his family every Christmas before she passed away.

- He has a truck that’s his passion project. I genuinely believe he went into a mechanic’s apprenticeship when school finished. He’s very smart and very handy with tools as he had to fix a lot of shit growing up.

- Kenny skates a lot. It’s a good stress reliever and it gives him adrenaline without the danger of him dying.

- Speaking of which he is still immortal but he got smarter with it when he grew up.

- I firmly believe in pansexual Kenny supremacy! He doesn’t care who you are if he likes you he likes you.

- WOLF CUT KENNY!!!!!

-Thrifting god! He’s what every tik tok girlie wants to be. I head cannon he goes thrifting with Heidi cause she’s super environmentally conscious.

- He’s friends with everyone! I think as they grew older he became super close with Stan. They bond over their shitty family’s.

- Eased up with the drugs over time after Karen found him after he overdosed in their bathroom once. Usually sticks to weed.

- Has hooked up with Henrietta (she thinks he’s the only somewhat okay conformist in south park and they usually smoke together after), Bebe (this caused a massive rift between him and Clyde), Red once or twice and Tammy.

- He flirts around a lot but doesn’t sleep around as much as people think.

- He would be extremely respectful in a long term relationship but he just hasn’t found the time to take care of anyone other than himself and Karen.

- Loves camping!!! He is very rugged and keen on doing heaps of stuff outdoors since he didn’t have that much to entertain himself growing up.

- Listens to all types of music but especially loves soft rock! It helps him mellow out.

- Would move out with Stan! Until him and Kyle started dating.

- Great with kids !!

- He pushed Stan to confess his feelings for Kyle and to this day takes credit for their relationship!

- Regularly works out! Made a makeshift home gym and Stan and Kyle join him often.

- Distanced himself from Cartman after he realised what a piece of shit he was.

- Was Majorines biggest support when she transitioned! They are super close and Kenny has a very soft spot for her.

- Hangs out with Craig to smoke and they talk about life (a little OOC for Craig but whatever lol).

- Kenny has a scar on his left eyebrow from the first time he died. It never went away and serves as a permanent reminder that he should be more careful.

- Defs a MILF lover lol.

- Drinks oat milk, Heidi put him into it.

- Him and Karen went vegetarian for a while!

- Super sporty, played football for a while but dropped it when he got bored. Stuck with track for most of high school.

- Smart but didn’t apply himself at school! Would skip often and was the guy everyone hated to be in group projects with.

- Plays the base. Did a stint with Stan in a band for a while. They still regularly play with Marj and Jimmy just for fun.

- A GOD at multiplayer video games. No one wants to verse him anymore.

- Still has his collection of playboys lol. Too attached to throw them out but would die if Karen saw them (she has seen them).

- Country music is his guilty pleasure.

- Smokes cigs but switched to vaping when Karen complained about the smell.

- Played Ice Hockey with Stan for a while.

- Was in the wedding party for both Creek and Style.

- Pre Karen complaining about the smell of cigs he smelt like cigarettes, motor oil and cinnamon.

Kenny in a relationship

- Physical touch!!!!!! That’s his main love language. Would always have his hands on your waist, the small of your back, holding your hand, stroking your hair!!

- He also loves acts of service. Your milk is running low? He runs to the store and tops it up. Light bulb went out? Changes it without even being asked.

- He’s pretty experienced with sex. Loves giving and making you feel good. It’s pretty much a reward for him.

- Whole heartedly loves you, would never even consider cheating. Super loyal!

- Loves going to the drive ins for a date! It was his first date with you and he has a soft spot for it.

- You cook and he cleans!!

- Wants to be friends with your friends and wants you to like his friends. His world is yours too when you guys are dating.

- You babysit Karen often even though she’s older now. I definitely think she’d love having a sort of older sibling to go to.

- Whenever Kenny sees you with Karen he gets instant baby fever lol and often you know what ensues.

- You bought him a record player for his birthday and he just about died. You guys slow danced for hours.

- He will be there any time of day or night to pick you up.

- I think he’ll know pretty early on he wants marriage. Keeps it to himself for a while until you guys have been in a committed relationship.

- Loves seeing the little fashion shows after you go shopping he thinks it adorable.

- Gotten to the point where if you aren’t in bed with him he doesn’t really sleep well.

- I think he has an anxious attachment style but that’s definitely worked on!

- Will take you camping even if you don’t like it lmao.

- Makes you a playlist on a CD because he’s an old man.

- Uses your body wash cause he’s a cheap bitch….

- Loves breakfast in bed.

- Would have double dates with y’all and Style and Creek occasionally.

- You get on with Majorine like a house on fire. At first you were very insecure of her because you knew at one point Kenny had a thing for her but he’s actually good at reassuring you, that you’re the one he wants.

- You guys aren’t prefect, when y’all fight it can be explosive and he usually goes for a drive but he can’t stop thinking about it.

- Decided to go to couples therapy when you got engaged to work some things out before y’all committed to marriage.

- Obsessed with you lol 10/10 partner.

A/N: first post kinda nervous lmao. kenny is my fav love him to bits. idk if any of these are kinda OOC but this is just for funsies! Also added his moodboard slay vibes.

[jellyfishoof]

Ceramics class

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: SFW

AU in which you and Deidara are in a class together, that being none other than ceramics. After being inseparable as little kids, then drifting apart in middle school. After graduating high school and going into college, you guys gradually rekindle your friendship, though a certain someone has yet to confess his feelings for you.

—8th grade summer—

Summer was both of your favorite seasons because it meant that school wasn't in session and you could spend hours upon hours hanging out with Deidara. For as long as you can remember, you always looked up to him. He was older than you by a couple of months and he always tended to take leadership as to what you guys were going to do whenever you guys hung out. Not that you mined him being bossy. If anything, you simply enjoyed basking in his presence. It’s not like you didn’t have any other friends aside from Deidara, you do. However, there was something that he brought in, a type of adrenaline rush that you were constantly seeking for. Yes, he was indeed a trouble maker. He wasn’t the kind of kid you would hang out with and better yourself, it was the opposite. He was a bad influence. He was the type that if you were looking for trouble he wouldn’t do much to stop it, rather he would encourage it. Well sometimes he would step in. He would only do so if he thought you were going to seriously hurt yourself while doing something reckless.

It was any other summer day. You both were enjoying a cool popsicle while sitting down criss-cross on the patio. “What do you think Sasori is doing? He should have been here by now.” I asked Deidara. “Probably still working on his puppet with granny Chiyo.” He shrugged. Sasori is interesting to say the least. He and Deidara know each other for the longest time, possibly longer than when you first met him. They’re in the same class and his granny and Deidara’s mom are acquainted. Apart from already being so close to each other they both share a keen interest in art, albeit they both have different perspectives in art. They clash often but regardless they are inseparable. I eventually was introduced to him and we all hit it off.

“He’s been working on that thing since the beginning of summer, don’t you think he should put it to a side for a moment and enjoy the rest of his summer?” I say as I take another lick of my popsicle. “It’s unlikely, he’s gotten more serious with his work ever since he got enrolled in that fancy art program, hm.” He rolled his eyes. Sasori’s skills are no joke, he has serious talent. Some even say that he is a prodigy in puppetry. The youngest person to be at a professional level. So it was no surprise to find out that his skills were recognized and that the head mistress of the art program granted him an honorable spot in the program. Deidara couldn’t be less than thrilled. He thought it was horseshit that he didn’t make the cut.

What felt like hours, Sasori finally emerged from the room in which he and his granny were working. “Are you done with the puppet yet? I could only imagine the amount of work you put in it,” Deidara asked. “No, not yet actually. I still have to do some more details to it,” Sasori replied back with a sigh. He sat down in between us. “What more can you possibly do to it though? All your puppets are amazing.” I say with a glimmer in my eyes with admiration. Sasori giggled. “I have to do more because I have to go beyond my limits to what I can do. Now that I am in the program I have to be able to do more.” He looked forward. “Makes sense,” I say back. “Well I wish you the best of luck!”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Sasori smiled. Deidara hadn’t said a word. While you guys were chatting away. Deidara couldn't help but feel a little jealous over his friend. Seeing you admire him and his art made him feel a bit annoyed. What’s so good about his art? His art is just as good, if not better! He thought to himself. “Tch.” You and Sasori looked over at him “hm? What’s wrong?” I asked “nothing” he replied back. Sasori raised an eyebrow but ultimately chose to ignore it. Sasori sighed “I have to head back. I need to finish off my work before we go back to school.” He stood up from his spot and moved one of his hands to the back of his neck, slowly scratching it. “And I still need to do a portfolio.” He said with a stressed out groan before heading back inside.

“Geez, do they really have to make him overwork himself?” I say in a worried voice. Deidara says nothing in return, only looking ahead. “Hey are you ok? You've been quiet for a wh-” “I’m fine” he abruptly cuts me off. “Just thinking about stuff,” he says in a monotone voice. “Oh ok I guess” I say confusingly. Without another word Deidara stood up and began walking away. “His art is good,” He stood still for a bit and looked back at me, “but it’s not as good as true art, because true art is an explosion!”

He walked off after that. I was left in shock, not sure as to how I should react. After that day there was sort of a shift in our dynamic. Sasori was more occupied with his art, and Deidara became a bit distant with me. It wasn’t until we finally had to go back to school. Kicking off a new chapter in our lives as we all entered high school, that we all went our separate ways.

Deidara and I haven’t spoken since. He got caught up with a group that was up to no good most of the time. And Sasori as always, too caught up in his art.

—College—

Entering a new era in my life, I learned to move on. After graduating high school, I thought it was a good idea to move out and move into a new city. I got accepted into a college, though it wasn’t my first pick of choice. Regardless, I learned to adapt to these changes.

Today was my first day ever in college. I couldn’t help but feel excited. I was thrilled to start all over. New people, new school, new life, new me. Starting off fresh. I always knew that I wanted to get into the medical field, I had the tendency to lean into things that were related to that and back in high school, I took it upon myself to prioritize my education above all else. It was easy to do so when I was no longer friends with Deidara and Sasori. It hurt me when we separated, but it only pushed me to do better, to strive for more. So when I took all those advanced classes in high school, I expected to be a little ahead from everyone else who was also in the same major. Especially since some of the classes I took were credited in college and I didn’t need to retake those classes. What I didn’t expect was that I needed to take a stupid art class.

“What do you mean I need to take an art class? I don’t see how it’s beneficial towards my major” I asked my counselor, “I know you’re frustrated but listen it’s part of any major, your general education classes are still needed and I understand that you’re looking to be more ahead than anyone else and with looking at your chart, I can tell that it won’t take too long to finish your time here before going off to med school, but like I said you’re GE classes are still important,” she replied back with a small exhale

This is so stupid, I told myself. I can’t believe I have to waste my time, I thought I already got over these unnecessary classes in high school. “What type of art class do I need to take for my major?” “You can take any art class that you want, it is just to fulfill your GE requirements,” she replied back while typing something in her laptop. “Ok, so what art classes do you have available?” “Hmm, let me check,” she was quick to type something else in her laptop. “Ok so we have some options available since most of them have been taken already, your available options as of right now are; graphic design, cinematography, and ceramics.”

You gotta be joking, really? I’m not so much of an artsy person, I only really know how to do ceramics and that’s only with the basic skill. I know this much because of Deidara. He would teach me often, whether it be him teaching me of his own free will or me bugging him to the point where he had to teach me, but my skills are nowhere near Deidara’s. His sculptures were always amazing. I would always be confused whenever he destroyed them. They were beautiful, absolutely mesmerizing, and yet he would have intricate and creative ways in destroying them. He always claimed that it was the best part of his art. “I guess I’ll take ceramics,” I say a bit hesitant. “You’re just in luck, you filled up the last spot.” She gave a small laugh. “This is a beginner class? The one that I’m enrolled in, right?” “Yes, unless you want to go to a more advanced class, then I might be able to squeeze you in but all the classes are all full for higher placement.”

“No, no, there’s no need for that,” I smiled at her, “I just wanted to know that I was going into a beginner-friendly class.” “Oh ok, in that case you don’t need to worry, this is an intro class so basically a beginner class,” she said. “Ok thanks, and after this I don't need to take another art class, correct?” I asked. “No, this is the only class you’ll be needing to take to fulfill that requirement.”

“Ok sounds good.” And with that I left.

—Tuesday Late Afternoon—

How bad can it possibly be? I told myself. I mean I do know some of the basics even if I can’t recall everything I was taught, and it is a beginner friendly class. I’m expecting to at least pass the class with a minimum of a B. If I can get an A+ that’ll be even better. I’m feeling confident as I’m walking to my class. I take a small breath as I step inside. The classroom is fairly big. There’s plenty of table work spaces that I can stand by and a row of pottery wheels by one side and some at the back of the classroom. There’s another door all the way in the back of the class that I presume leads to another room where the kilns are located. Some of this stuff is familiar to me. I claim my table, one in which that is located all the way in the back next to some pottery wheels. I thought that I probably wouldn't have to move so much if everything was close to me. I stood there waiting for the remainder of my classmates to arrive. After 5 minutes our instructor started the class.

“Hello everyone my name is Mr. Onoki, and I’ll be instructing this class. I’ll be providing you all with a syllabus which gives in depth of what to expect. I would go over it, but it would take up the whole class.” He gave a hearty laugh. “But all you need to know is that you’ll be working with clay, obviously. I also do hope that by each day you’ll all will find an appreciation for this art and will someday want to pursue more, but this is only something I can hope for,” he gave another laugh. “Oh! And one more thing before we start, aside from myself, there will be another person helping me teach this course. He is a talented young lad with exceptional knowledge in this plain field, I would like you to meet your teacher assistant.” With that, the professor gestured with his hand to someone already standing by the door, signaling them to come in, almost as if it were on cue. The person stepped inside the room.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself. Of course it had to be him. He was the person I least expected yet I know he is the most qualified. I bite the inside of my cheek forcing myself to stay in place and to not just walk out. “This is your TA for the rest of the semester. Would you please introduce yourself?” Mr. Onoki asked. “Sure can, hello everyone my name is Deidara and as Mr. Onoki said, I will be your TA for the whole semester. I’ll be sure to help everyone to the best of my ability. I hope that as time passes by, that your skills will improve and that you will be able to make beautiful art, hm.” It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when my mind was flooding with all the memories we shared. I felt a small pang in my heart but I tried to ignore it as Mr. Onoki was speaking. Truthfully, I did not hear anything else that he said, so I was brought back to reality when I heard some say excuse me. “Huh?” I turned around to see someone standing with an awkward smile. I looked around and saw that I was blocking their path. “Oh I’m sorry,” I stepped aside. “No worries,” they replied back. God how embarrassing, I need to start concentrating.

We started off with something simple. Mr. Onoki had us start off with learning the different tools used as well as machines. He taught us how to knead the clay and mentioned all the different types of clay. And with the last type of clay he listed, he let us play with the clay. Our first task was to knead the clay, and while everyone else was struggling a bit, I had a somewhat good understanding of how to do it. Thanks to a certain someone. Mr. Onoki was helping students and Deidara was the others. I saw how he was helping a girl knead her clay. He had his hands over hers to motion the moment as he was explaining to her how to do it. I felt my cheeks heat up, not sure why but that action made me annoyed. I rolled my eyes and got back to kneading my clay. “Wow, for a beginner you're really good,” Mr. Onoki said while overseeing my work from behind me. “I have a bit of experience actually.”

“Oh you do? Did you learn by yourself or had a previous class before?” I stayed quiet for a second thinking of what to say. “I had someone teach me before, but I only remember some things,” I replied back. “Oh! Well that’s good you’ll be a bit more advanced than everyone else.” He laughed as he walked away to help another student. I shook my head while smiling, he’s a bit enthusiastic, maybe a little too much. I continued kneading my clay as I looked up ahead. I saw that Deidara was looking at me. He noticed that I caught him staring and he looked away quickly. He stood there for a bit until he found a student that needed help and quickly walked over to them. The hell was that about?

What I initially thought was going to be an easy grade to obtain and an easy class, turned south real quick. I soon found myself in an unexpected predicament. As class ended, I grabbed my stuff, put the clay away, and hauled ass out of that classroom.

I had no idea at that time that things were going to be way out of my control.

To Be Continued…

P.S: I did try to proof read it but gave up along the way so excuse the run-ons and grammar mistakes :p

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

I hope this is a good idea so if it's okay can I please ask for a romantic yandere riddle

With kianna komori

One shot

Like in this scenario

He meets her through ACE

As a human that came to Wonderland but decided to stay

Since there was no way of getting back home

And she would much rather stay in twisted Wonderland then go back to her world that she called hell

And something with this vibe:

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

A World Away

Type: Angst

Character(s): Riddle, Cater, Trey

Format: Oneshot

Catagory: Character x oc

!!Warnings!!: Possessiveness, Obsession, Stalking, Power imbalance, kidnapping

Riddle hummed while going through the multitupe of photos he had of her that he had taken through the day for the umpteenth time. Weaving through the ones that weren't absolutely perfect, throwing out the few that were tainted with some insignificant fool interacting with her. Placing the ones that were no short of perfection in his scrapbook that he had, filled with photos of her during her day to day life from waking in the morning to sleeping in the dead of night. He had a multitude of scrapbooks filled with her day to day life. Starting almost a year ago when she arrived in this twisted world , the wonderland he was prepared to tear from its verry roots and rebuild to her every standard to make it perfect for her.

Finishing his twenty-fourth simple rough draft of the heartfelt letter he was attempting to write for their one month anniversary. Growling when his cursive letter s was 1 millimeters taller then it should be. Crumbling the mostly completed paperthrowing it into the trash before grabbing a new clean and crisp sheet of paper. Attempting once more, taking painstakingly long to write each and every letter with perfect penmanship, spelling, and grammar.

Finially finishing the letter with the simple signature of

Love, Riddle Rosehearts

His eyes scanning over the page for any imperfection.

"Dear Kianna Komori,

I am delighted to have seen us last this far without petty arguments nor disagreements. I am elated to celebrate our one month anniversary together. Just as a person has a single birthday and 364 unbirthdays we have one anniversary of the wonderful day you accepted me and 364 opportunities to celebrate us in our day to day life. I can still recal the feeling of nervousness I felt as I handed over the letter in which I detailed a mere fraction of my love for you and the bouquet of red roses. The exhilaration filling me when I received your reply. I look forward to next weeks unbirthday party where you may sit next to me as we be merry. I hope we have a wonderful anniversary and many more."

A small amount of sentiment filling him as the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a small smile as he read over the portion describing when he confessed to you. He recalled the intense.....research he had went through to learn every inch of her, it was especially tasking because she had not been born there. He remembered how he checked up on her, followed her, studied her, arranged to be in the same electives and clubs as her, memorized her schedule, he even hired a private detective to follow her and take photos from 7am-6pm....he would have arranged for it to be 24/7 but he decided he would rather not have anyone other then him see those vulnerable moments as she woke up or went to bed or slept late at night. He recalls the day noticed the way that Octavinelle student whispered into her ear, touched her shoulder, flirted with her....the feeling of irritation as he trapped the fish and confronted him, the adrenaline rush as be grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. The sounds of his yelling and the thuds as his fist slammed into him over and over and over. The warm dark red liquid splattering over his face and clothes. The pain in his hand and wrist as the adrenaline rush wore off, staring at the body empty as it laid motionless on the floor. He can recall the simple spell he used to clean of the blood off of everything. The heaviness of the body, no heavier then the thoughts plaguing his mind as he realized that as long as she was single there would be imbeciles like him trying to taint her. His mind clouded with jealousy and rage at the mere thought of her being in a relationship with someone other then himself.

That was all the confirmation he needed to prove to himself he needs to begin courting her.

So he immediately began doing soz carrying her bag, paying for groceries, holding open doors, subtly flirting, offering his assistance whenever he could sneak it into the conversation.

Then finally the confession, the letter delivered instructing her to come to the Heartslabyul garden, the tea party he set up just foe the two of then. The rehearsed confession, his hands shaking as he delivered it as he looked down at his tea cup, avoiding eye contact with her.

Watch as her lips pursed together into a straight line and hers posture straightened slightly while she crossed her arms over her chest, her voice coming out monotone as she questioned him

"Is this a joke?"

His heart sank at her response to his genuine confession, preparing for plan B of things didn't go his way, slowly reaching into his pocket for his pen while shaking his head, trying to maintain his firm and serious demeanor as he felt his world crumbling beneath him.

"Of course not."

His voice was smooth as he tried to convince her it was genuine. Watching as her posture relaxed slightly, becoming less ridged as her arms uncrosssed and her hands clasped together in front of her resting on the table over the impeccably draped table cloth.

"Oh....well then I suppose I accept you confession

He smiled as he sent out his letter, with Trey and a gift basket that had a time and place on it, usually he would have done so himself but he has special plans he needed to account for.

Riddles lips pursed in slight irritation at the tardiness of his beloved. He knew she was capable, of course his one and only Queen would be capable. So what caused her to ruin her usual impeccable timing and cause her to be tardy? Especially on their anniversary. Was she being held up by Cater? Social media feign had a poor tendency of harassing others into posing for photos with him he thought he had scolded him enough the last time after he had delayed her and posted images of her on the internet without Him. He should have that insignificant, bone headed-

The sound of a door softly closing broke him out his....thoughts. looking up from his desk only to see her....His rose. Keeping his Stern facial expression for only a moment, before it softened slightly. Not by much, barely noticeable, but to her she saw straight through it. Easing up slightly when she noticed he wasn't to terribly upset and was immediately soothed by her presence alone.

She could feel her anxiousness welling up inside her as she stood in his room. Speaking softly as if any word may set him off. She wouldn't want that, she wasn't scared of him, nor was she scared of violence, but she didn't want to upset him. He was her world, her everything, her sheild from the past, from the trauma. He cared for her truly and deeply, and she would do anything and everything to keep him.

"They found a way back."

He froze at that sentence. A growl emanating from his throat as he immediately peiced together the meaning and why she was so tardy. Crowley had held her back to speak with her. His response was immediate without hesitant nor regret.

"You aren't leaving."

She nodded, not wanting to leave him or return to that damn world. Her hands clenched and balled into fists.

"I don't want to leave.....Crowley is forcing me."

He sighed, figuring that the cheapskate was trying to get his of Queen so that he no longer had to pay the minimal amount of money and provide arrangements for her while claiming it was best for her. Taking a deep breath in holding it for a few seconds, counting to ten before releasing it. Trying to rack his brain for any viable solutions that would secure her spot by his side forever. Gently grabbing her hand and speaking calmly and softly while maintaining eye contact.

"When is he trying to send you off?"

She sighed sadly before replying reluctantly. Like the mere thought of leaving his side would scar her forever.

"Tommorow...."

He hissed in frustration before looking her in her eyes and, cooed to her soothingly.

"No need to worry my love, I'll take care of it all. Let us not let this ruin our anniversary."

He proceeded to lead her to his suprise of the decorated garden, slowly his usual pace down so they were walking at the same pace so that he didn't leave her fumbling behind with her cane. smiling softly, not allowing his face to reciprocate the thoughts swirling within his mind. Sitting her down at the table, he had set up for the two of them for a romantic dinner, pulling out her chair for her and waiting till she sat down before pushing in her chair till she was 2 inches exactly away from the table, a distance he knew she preferred. Sitting down himself before speaking.

"So, did you get the gift basket?"

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Riddle watched as she strode away from Heartslabyul. Already setting his plan into motion. sending a simple text before heading up to his room to retrieve some things.

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Kianna paced herself after she had left, she had been intercepted by Cater and held back foe fifteen minutes and released but a few moments prior. Now on the direct route to Ramshackle.

"Huh....that was kinda nice...too bad I won't be able to see him or do that again after I leave...No. stop thinking like that. He said he would fix it, I should probably have faith in him he is my partner....though just in case I should write a letter for when I'm gone..."

She muttered quietly to herself while walking down the now dark road, not even the lamps being lit due to Crowley trying to save money by claiming it was to save the ecosystem. Her eyelids getting heavy, trying to fight her sudden drowsiness before her eyes went black.

Riddle blinked, calmly slipping his pen back inside of his coat pocket before stepping out of the shadowy trees surrounding the path and into the pale moonlight. His healed boots clicking with each step as he strode twords the passed out body of his lover. Kneeling down to her level, looking her over admiring every detail down to the tiny scars on her body. Gently moving aside her cane out of his way before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Lowering his lips to her for head, pressing a gentle kiss while whispering under his breath.

"I promise love nothing will separate us...let me whisk you away for a world ment for two."

With that he slid his hand under her back, placing his right forearm under her knees, lifting her up. Mumbling something under his breath before a portal appeared before them taking hi first step through, his thoughts swirling with the new home, one for just him and her.....

[simpforchuchu]

Hello! I saw you’re requests for High and Low were open and got super excited. Can I get Yasushi confessing/asking out the one he likes? Thank you! 😊

How would Yasushi confess? | Hcs

a/n: Hii! I guess this is my first time for writimg for Yasushi. So i tried my best 🤗 I hope you like it :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

• We all know that this little devil is a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment.

•  I suspect it's just adrenaline running through his veins...

•  I think Yasushi has no interest in falling in love.He sees it as a waste of time or unnecessary thing.

•  I don't think there are any specific criteria.I can't say he wants someone very beautiful or someone very sweet.

•  'Cause I don't think he knows what kind of person he likes

•  I believe that if he likes someone, he will fall in love at first sight.Someone who's going to throw him off balance comes in through the door and boom...

•  He himself will not understand how he felt in the beginning.But he will definitely feel the mood swings

•  I think he would be less aggressive, though still very energetic.

• He just feels more nervous now.

• He is not insecure, but rather self-confident.  But when he sees you, he will definitely feel different and be afraid of making mistakes.

• He's not the type to stutter or freeze while talking, and you might not even realize he's nervous. But he's definitely very nervous.

•  I don't think he's the type to hide his feelings for long. That's why when he's sure about his feelings, he just wants to do it and finish it quickly.

• He definitely thinks he will be rejected...

• He won't even try to meet at a cafe or the park. The first time he sees you, he'll stop you and think about what he want to say...

•  He will definitely not be able to say exactly what he wants to say and will get angry with himself.

•  Finally, he couldn't stand it and said, "I... you... I LIKE YOU." 

• he'll scream and make you stay frozen

• When you can't answer because you're confused, he'll think it's a no and apologize and want to go.

• If you like him you should stop him and tell him how you feel. But even if you don't feel the same way, it is okay. He is someone who will quietly shut it down

•  Although he is known as the little devil, I think he will be a very soft person for the person he falls in love with.

[cozy-kitty-corner]

SBI Whumptober Day 6 - coughing up blood and “just breathe.” In which Tubbo has Hanahaki disease, and Ranboo finds out. Based off of the characters, never the CCs!!

A loud knocking on the bathroom door startled Tubbo enough that he jerked towards it.

“Yes?” He croaked.

“Tubbo, are you okay? You’ve been in here for an hour and you didn’t answer my first five knocks.” That was… Ranboo. Yes. And- Tubbo had been in here for that long? It only felt like a few minutes.

He looked back at the toilet in front of him, studying the bloody petals filling the bowl.

There were three flower types now. Before there had only been two. He needed to look up the meaning once he got out.

Tubbo snapped towards the door as a *bang* rang out and the white painted wood slammed into the wall.

Ranboo stormed through, and visibly paled.

Tubbo couldn’t exactly blame him, with the way the shorter looked.

(Blood dribbling down his chin, half sightless eyes with eyebags on his eyebags. Flower petals and twigs strewn down his front.)

The masked man rushed forward, gently lifting Tubbo out of his awkward sprawl on the linoleum.

(Distantly, Tubbo realized that he had lost all feeling in his legs.)

That wasn’t anything to care about though, because Ranboo was holding him up. Ranboo’s hands were touching Tubbo’s back, Ranboo’s arms were tucked around Tubbo, Ranboo was *so close* to Tubbo.

His brain shorted out as Ranboo leant over the shorter’s shoulder, black and white hair tickling Tubbo’s forehead as Ranboo gasped and pushed just far enough away to see Tubbo’s face.

“Tubbo, why are there flowers in that toilet. Do you have *Hanahaki?*”

Tubbo froze for just a moment, before slumping and nodded defeatedly.

His heart broke as Ranboo pulled Tubbo back close to him again. “‘M s’ry.” He mumbled into Ranboo’s shoulder, ignoring the rapid fire pace of his heart.

“Tubbo, don’t apologize. Who is it? Cause we need to get you to tell them, or you’re going to *die.*”

(Would that be such a bad thing, at this point? He’d rather die than ruin what Ranboo and him had.)

“It’s.. someone.”

Ranboo sighed, then bent down and scooped Tubbo up, ignoring the other’s yelp.

(Oh my Prime oh my Prime oh my *Prime!* Ranboo was holding him so close, and burying his face into Tubbo’s curls, and Tubbo wasn’t breathing.)

As Ranboo lay Tubbo down onto the couch, the shorter took a gulp of air, immediately doubling over and hacking so hard he thought his organs were all going to fall out.

Ranboo was back at his side in an instant, one hand rubbing Tubbo’s back, and the other shifting him up to lean against the bicoloured boy. 

“You’re okay, you’ve got this. Just breathe Tubbo, *don’t stop breathing.*”

Panic bled through his calm tone in thick blotches, and a stab of guilt shot through Tubbo.

After a few moments, he slumped back into Ranboo’s side, freeing himself of all weight.

(Except for the weight of his heart, of course.)

When Ranboo spoke again, his words were significantly more urgent.

“Okay, who is it Tubbo? I need you to tell them. I can’t lose you, okay? You’re my best friend.”

And, despite the exhaustion flowing thick and syrupy through Tubbo’s veins, that sparked anger.

“That’s why I can’t say anything!” He shoved away from Ranboo, barely even feeling guilty for the bewildered look on Ranboo’s face.

“W-what do you mean, Tubs?”

“I mean that I can’t confess because that could ruin everything I have! You’re all I have, Boo.”

Ranboo’s confusion just grew, and Tubbo sagged, the anger washing away just as quickly as the tsunami had filled his veins.

“I can’t confess, because we’re *friends.* And that’s all we are.”

He watched, ruined, as it slowly dawned on Ranboo. As his very *soul* slowly realized everything that he meant to Tubbo.

Then, he turned, and stumbled away as fast as he could.

He didn’t even stop when Ranboo reached out a hand to stop him, only wrenching his shoulder away with adrenaline fueled strength and closing the door to his room.

All five locks went on, and Tubbo collapsed onto the bed.

By the time that Ranboo managed to break in, his best friend’s eyes were already sightless.

[harus-simp]

Just a little touch

-Mun Junghyun x reader-

Warning:none,just pure fluff

Word count: 0.5K

Requested by:anonymous

Authors note:I'm so sorry it took me so long to make this anon but I have just started exams and finding time was really difficult :((

I really hope you like it :))

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You are such a sucker for physical contact, just the feeling of being in contact with someone brings you happiness, but what happens when you are to shy to initiate it with your own boyfriend?

You and Junghyun had know each other since you were around 10, playing together casually on class or goofing around, but never were really close.

Starting middle school you never spoke to him either unless it was for school related stuff such as working on class or making projects. It wasn't until you started high school that you started to show some interest for him, in fact you remember clearly the moment you took notice of his presence in a much closer way.

Your friends had invited you to go to an amusement park on a really sunny day, and being a lover of adrenaline how could you turn down that offer? When you got there you saw your friends with 5 or 6 people you didn't knew very well, Junghyun being one of them, but let it slide since you were far more excited for the rollercoaster ahead. All of you went there and you were assigned a partner as the wagons were for 2 people. You ended up with Junghyun (a lil bit suspicious if you ask me) as your friends had already paired up. At first it was slightly awkward but as time went by you both realised you shared lots of things in common. You then started to be more interested in him and found and excuse to try to talk, your feelings for him starting to grow.

A few months later you discovered that your feelings were reciprocated by him as he confessed to you in the sweetest way, giving you flowers and presenting at your door. And now a month after that your relationship has been building up slowly put firmly.

You were at first a little shy since this was your first relationship so you didn't know well how to behave. Your boyfriend had brought you to the beach for a little cute date. You both walked on the sand and felt the water hit your feet softly bringing you a sense of peace and tranquillity.

You decided to take a break and sat on top of the sand. You looked over Junghyun and admired his features, wanting so badly to hold his hand. You were a really caring and touchy person so having to fight the urge to just throw yourself at him and hug him tightly because you were shy was killing you. He looked back at you finding you staring straightly at him, so you looked away.

"Hmm, is something wrong babe?"

"Oh n-not really"

"You sure?"he asked you.

You doubted a little but finally decided to tell him how you felt.

"Well you'll think it's silly but I just wanted to hold your hand or hug you but I don't know how you feel about skinship as we are a really recent couple and-" he stopped you by intertwining your hand together and giggling softly.

"Babe if you want to hold hands or have any type of skinship just say so"

"Ahahahahahha"you laughed it off. "

Awww come here you big baby"he said bringing you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You snuggled more into him feeling all his love and appreciation for you and stayed cuddling in that position admiring the wonderful views.

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[tortoisebore]

PERSPECTIVE FLIP — REMUS — DOOR SCENE

specific & unusual asks game!!!

OFJFHFJEJFDHDHHFFHFH

disclaimer: this is like 2,200 words bc i got carried away and wrote it all in one go on my lunch break. i think it got rid of all my italics in the copy/paste process & i don’t want to take the time to fix it and it is NOT edited and most likely NOT properly aligned to the actual door scene but………,,,,.here u go

(nsfw-ish) (they’re doing lots n lots of kissin)

Sirius was stuttering, fumbling, flailing and covering his face and Remus couldn’t breathe. Words kept spilling from his lips, slipped through his fingers and lay heavy and stagnant in the air between them, but Remus was catching about every other word—maybe less—because this was sounding too much like a confession, too much like an explosion of the exact same type of desperation that had been burrowing restless and hungry in Remus’ chest for two months.

“—and I know it’s selfish for me to disappear and come back again just because you make me feel better, I know that.” Sirius’ voice was frantic, high, too fast.

Remus’ vision was narrowing.

“I don’t want to do that to you but I am selfish, and I missed you, and I needed you, and I can’t—I don’t want there to be nothing, Remus, but I can’t—”

Sirius was still going, still stuttering through that mess of a monologue but Remus’ brain had slammed the brakes, caught at the words ‘I needed you’ and refused to let them go. His heart dropped to the floor, his stomach lurched so hard it hurt and his fingers began buzzing with the same kind of adrenaline he felt before tip off—I needed you.

I needed you.

Sirius stopped abruptly, had said something about ‘stop fucking talking,’ and covered his mouth with his hand, was staring wide-eyed at the baseboards, and Remus wanted to devour him. Wanted to touch and mark and scratch and pull and consume. It enveloped him, blurred everything in his vision besides Sirius’ form across the room, tense, nervous—watched through what felt like a thick fog of want, need as Sirius glanced up, looked at him—

And Remus was gone.

There was no stopping it this time. No convincing himself he was imagining this, no control over the twitch in his fingers, over his mouth as “Sirius,” left his lips before he could think to stop it. It was the only word he knew, the only word he needed—Sirius, Sirius. Sirius.

“Yeah?” And his voice was so small, so timid that the sappy, hopelessly enamored thing in Remus’ chest screamed, banged against his ribs, begged him to go.

“Tell me if I’m wrong.”

It didn’t make sense even in his own head—he hadn’t so much as moved an inch but Sirius was staring at him, unblinking and breathtaking, and nothing could make sense when they were this far apart. Remus couldn’t think with this amount of space between them, needed to be close so bad that for a moment he thought it might kill him.

Sirius said something else, something that sounded like ‘what?’ but wasn’t entirely coherent through the fog around Remus’ head, didn’t even register as a word when all five of his senses were tunnelling, trapped and sucked into the black hole on the other side of the room, and then he was moving. Crossing the space between them, charging towards the black hole, begging to be consumed and ripped apart.

He blinked and his hand was on Sirius’ face—gorgeous, flushed skin hot against his fingers, a pulse flickering wildly against his palm that he wanted to bite, wanted to sink his teeth into, and then he said it again.

“Tell me if I’m wrong.”

It made more sense now, here—Remus was begging to be told no, to be pushed away and forced to stop before the want pulsing hard in his blood pulled him under entirely. His control was wearing thinner by the second, hanging by a thread with that pulse against his skin, the dark, wide set of Sirius’ eyes, the freckle just below the shadow of his lashes that had taunted Remus’ daydreams for months, the slight part of his lips—and he was holding his breath. Waiting, and Remus couldn’t fucking do it anymore. He gave in, let the screaming thing in his chest pull him under, and kissed Sirius.

His skin burned with it, wanted more more more the second their lips brushed but it only took a split second to register that Sirius wasn’t kissing him back. Dread slid down his spine like ice, froze his heart and hurt, and he pulled back fast and looked away, ready to apologize, ready to let Sirius leave—

But then Sirius’ cool fingers were wrapped around his wrist, pressing to his pulse and holding him there, pinning him. Remus didn’t want to have to explain, didn’t want to have to admit that he’d thought of nothing but kissing Sirius for the better part of a month and a half—wanted to worm out of his grip, hide and never come out—until he met Sirius’ eyes again.

His expression hadn’t changed—frozen, wide, dark eyes with a slight ring of gray around blown-out pupils, parted lips that Remus had felt against his own, would never forget the taste of. Sirius shook his head a little, just barely, and breathed a quiet little ‘no’ that Remus didn’t know what to do with. He watched, waited, held his breath, and in the span of a single blink, Sirius was on him again. Pulling him down, letting him in, kissing him back, and Remus’ brain fucking exploded.

And he could have cried, could have fallen to his knees because Sirius was so soft—his lips and his skin and his hair, all soft and malleable beneath Remus’ hands as he finally let himself touch. Sirius’ pulse was still hammering against his palms and within seconds he was making the sweetest little gasps, exhales in the shape of short puffs of breath against Remus’ skin, quick inhales in between kisses. And then Sirius was chasing after him, pulling him closer, silently asking for more with a brush of his tongue across Remus’ lip that nearly had him falling over.

White-hot heat slid down his spine and a low noise left Remus’ throat before he had a chance to stop it. He would have taken a moment to be embarrassed about it if his brain didn’t shut off again at the feel of Sirius’ lip between his teeth, if he didn’t pull something high and breathy from Sirius’ own mouth in return.

He was considering backing Sirius into the wall, or the door—maybe he could fumble his way blindly towards the kitchen and get him bent back over a counter—when Sirius pulled at his hands, tugging them away from his face. The dread was back for a second, cold and icy, ready to drop and send him running, but then Sirius’ arms were flinging around his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair, nails scratching against the back of his neck, and Remus was on fire again.

He let himself pull Sirius in, got his hands to work with him and slip down Sirius’ back, and he wanted to scream at the feel of his body beneath them. Slight but strong, lean and almost willowy, and he was thinking ahead again, wondering if he could get away with slipping a hand under the back of his shirt, when Sirius’ tongue was back against his lip and the want pulled Remus under again.

Somewhere in the back of his head he was aware that he was moving, pushing Sirius in a random direction until his back hit something solid that Remus hoped was a wall, but his brain went blissfully, beautifully blank the second he let himself taste Sirius’ tongue. And Sirius melted into it, went lax against the wall or the door or wherever the fuck they were and gripped harder at Remus’ hair, pulled another low sound from his throat. He was breathing hard, panting into Remus’ mouth but chasing after him when he tried to pull away and let him catch his breath.

Then it was hands—Sirius’ hands sliding down the sides of his neck and to his chest, pressing firm and then grabbing, slipping low enough that Remus’ fingers went a little shaky before they pushed up under his shirt, cool against his burning skin. And Remus fucking moaned with it, a humiliatingly needy sound that would have made him want to sink through the floor if Sirius didn’t gasp with it, make a sweet little noise of his own and drag his nails down Remus’ stomach in reward, and—

Oh, Remus was going to go fucking insane—he was going to lose his entire goddamn mind and it was Sirius’ fault—instead of feeling satiated with the closeness, satisfied with the feel of Sirius’ hands on his body, his tongue in his mouth, Remus burned with hunger. Need to be closer, need to touch and kiss and taste and mark every inch of his skin, to swallow whole and consume and devour. He’d never needed someone like this before—never felt so entirely overcome with desire even while holding their face and shuddering against their hands on his skin. He felt afraid of the feeling for a moment, in the split second in between biting a little too hard at Sirius’ lip and gasping at the feel of his thumbs toying just under the waistband of his sweats. But there was no place for fear here, there wasn’t room to second-guess or doubt, so Remus gave into it, let it continue to pull him under, would let it tug at his limbs and threaten to drown him until Sirius told him to stop.

He listened when that screaming thing in his chest told him more, let his hands trip down the backs of Sirius’ thighs and tried to mumble some kind of halfhearted request against his lips that he was sure got lost on the way out but Sirius got it anyways—of course he did. Remus pulled him up, felt Sirius’ arms tight around his neck as they found an easy balance and oh, this was better. Sirius pinned against the wall, taller now to give Remus’ neck a break, hands in his hair as Remus’ fingers gripped at his thighs, and yes. This was so much better.

Sirius—gorgeous, smart, fucking perfect Sirius—let his head fall back against the door, pulled in sharp breaths and Remus’ vision narrowed to the pale expanse of his neck, begging to be kissed and licked and bitten, and he thought he might have groaned when he pressed his lips to the line of Sirius’ jaw, worked across to his ear and took a moment to let his teeth catch on the closest piercing. If his eyes had been open they would have rolled back in his head at the taste of his skin, hot and sickly sweet as Remus licked across his pulse and became instantly obsessed with the feel of his hammering heartbeat beneath his tongue.

And Sirius was making the most perfect noises, whimpers and gasps and gorgeous little hums when Remus gave in and sucked a faint mark to his pulse, kissed and tasted the skin around it in some twisted form of apology. His hands were back in Remus’ hair, tangling through it in little jerks in time with his heaving breaths. Then he tugged sharp, pulled Remus away from attacking his neck and kissed him hard, opened his mouth instantly, soft and pliant and perfect.

Remus was thinking about the logistics of getting his fingers on Sirius’ skin, wondering if he could pin him against the wall hard enough to slip a hand under his hoodie when Sirius delivered a sharp, hard tug to his hair. His skin lit up, burned like he’d been electrocuted and his hips jolted forward with it and burned hotter still at the sound Sirius made against his mouth. Every thought in Remus’ head jumped to that feeling, to the noises spilling into his open mouth and the white-hot desire sliding up and down his spine as he did it again—pressed Sirius further into the door, created the friction they’d both unknowingly been craving. He couldn’t stop—did it again and again and again until Sirius was whining against his lips with every thrust forward, until he found enough balance within the rhythm of it to get a hand under Sirius’ hoodie, to press his fingers into his skin and feel all the bone and muscle and blood beneath it, to wonder what it looked like.

He wanted to see, needed to know what his hands looked like on Sirius’ body, needed another glimpse at the tattoo he knew was just under his fingers, needed to watch Sirius writhe and arch and come apart under his touch. Wanted to put him back together when he was done and exist in all the fracture lines left behind.

Remus was working out whether his room or the kitchen counter would be closest—he still had no fucking idea where they were in the hallway, figured his room was probably closest but involved more turns he didn’t feel confident he could achieve blind, but setting up shop on the kitchen counter left less room to spread out. Maybe he could knock all the shit off the table in the corner—he could find another laptop if that one broke in the fall, no problem—

Before he could decide whether the kitchen table was the right height to reach Sirius from his knees, there was a sharp knock on the other side of the wall that sent his heart dropping to his stomach and his body jolting away from Sirius.

They pulled apart so fast that the back of Sirius’ head thunked against what Remus could now see was the dark wood of the front door. Sirius was panting, lips bitten red and spit-slick and perfect, cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink, eyes dark and wide as he froze and stared at Remus in silence.