#but yes there will be More of this too hehe

[bjlipss]

— bug, part viii.

contents: college!sukuna x weird!reader. weird as in just odd and confusing behaviour but nonetheless cute, nothing pervy-weird. reader wears glasses because yes. really awkward and silly hehe. fem reader should be mentioned.

part vii <- part viii -> part ix

it’s not like everything changes overnight.

it’s not like the sky opens up or a choir of angels descends or birds start singing in perfect harmony the next morning when you text him “good morning :)” and then immediately follow it up with a photo of your breakfast, which is just three gummy worms on a paper towel.

but something’s different.

something shifts.

he can’t name it at first—just a strange tightness in his chest when your name lights up his phone. just a twitch of his fingers when you reach for him without hesitation, tugging on his sleeve, looping your arm through his like it’s muscle memory. like it’s always been allowed.

and he lets you. every time.

you walk side by side and sometimes your hands brush, and sometimes they don’t. but when they do, you don’t pull away anymore.

you just smile and keep talking about the weird cloud that looked like a butt on your walk to class.

and him—he listens. really listens.

not because the cloud matters. not because he cares about meteorological ass formations.

but because it’s you.

—

in the library, it’s worse.

you sit beside him instead of across, your shoulder warm and solid against his. your notes are a mess—more doodles than words. bats and ghosts and skulls with tiny bows. hearts with fangs. a suspicious number of stick figures that vaguely resemble him getting abducted by aliens or chased by ducks.

you hum under your breath while you work. some weird tune he doesn’t recognize. maybe you made it up.

and sukuna—who was once terrifying, once untouchable, once incapable of giving a single fuck—has stopped pretending to study altogether.

he’s just watching you.

watching the way your mouth moves when you mumble to yourself, the way your glasses slide down your nose, the way your pen taps against your lip when you’re thinking. you press your foot against his under the table sometimes. you probably don’t even realize you’re doing it.

he doesn’t move it away.

not once.

—

you fall asleep during movie night in your dorm, mouth slightly open, drooling a little on his sleeve. your breath is soft. your nose is cold.

he should be annoyed.

he should roll his eyes and shove you off with a snort, make some crude joke about your spit on his hoodie and ruffle your hair until you squeal and curse at him.

but instead—

he doesn’t move. not for an hour. not even when his arm goes numb.

he just sits there and listens to you breathe. his hoodie smells like your shampoo now. he’ll never wash it again.

—

people start noticing.

they look. they whisper. they nudge their friends and make assumptions about the space between you, which is always small now. sometimes nonexistent.

sukuna doesn’t care what they say about him.

but you?

he notices how you get quiet when people stare at you both too much. how you fidget with your sleeves even though you talk just fine. how you duck your head and try to disappear.

he especially notices yesterday—when you went to the vending machine alone and came back chewing your lip, glancing over your shoulder like someone said something they shouldn’t have.

you told him it was fine.

he didn’t press.

but now he walks you to every class. waits outside your lectures. buys your juice box and your stupid banana and sits on the bench near the art building like a sentry with a death wish.

he says it’s because he’s bored.

but you know better.

—

you never treat him like he’s scary. not once.

not when he’s glowering. not when he’s silent. not even when he’s obviously in a mood.

you call him things like “sweetheart” and “bug” which you stole from him just to watch his eye twitch. you hand him sips of your drink with zero hesitation. you doodle hearts around his name in your notes and show him without shame.

you send him memes with captions like “us” and “me thinking about you even though you’re ugly” and “do you still love me even if i’m a worm.”

he doesn’t reply, but he likes every single one.

you kiss his cheek when no one’s looking. sometimes when people are looking.

he’s losing his fucking mind.

—

and then, one night—he’s on your bed, legs sprawled, hoodie sleeves bunched in his fists, watching you brush your teeth in your tiny bathroom—and it hits him.

like a brick to the chest.

he loves you.

not in a casual, half-assed, temporary way.

he loves you in a way that scares him a little.

in a way that makes him want to know your entire life story. your worst day. your favorite color. how you like your eggs. what your dreams were when you were five and what they are now.

he wants to see you first thing in the morning.

he wants to be the reason you laugh and the place you feel safe and the one person you never doubt will be there when everything else goes to shit.

and maybe he already is.

because when you spit your toothpaste into the sink and glance over your shoulder at him with foam on your chin and your hair a disaster, you don’t look embarrassed.

you just smile.

“what?” you mumble, toothpaste still in your mouth.

he shrugs.

“nothin’.”

but his chest aches.

you crawl into bed next to him like it’s instinct, like you were meant to be there. you curl into his side, nuzzle into his arm, kiss his bicep with a sleepy sigh and whisper goodnight into the fabric of his shirt.

he wraps his arm around you and pulls you in close.

your breathing slows.

his heart doesn’t.

mine, he thinks, and it doesn’t sound like a threat for once. it doesn’t sound like a warning.

it sounds like a promise.

and somehow, for the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel like he’s falling.

he feels like he’s finally landed.

[jefth3kilr]

Naruto boys and their opinions on PDA 🍃🎋

-includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; Natruto; Sasuke; Shino; Kiba; Shikamaru; Neji; Lee; Gaara; Kankuro

x fem reader (can be read as gn)

warnings: mostly fluff; some suggestive language; Jiraiya (he needs a warning...still love him tho)

not proofread! also I am taking Naruto requests!

Kakashi

don’t hate me…i just don’t think it’s his thing.

I don’t think he would hate it, i just don’t think he would be thinking about it.

when he’s out and about in the village, his main focus is keeping it safe or keeping an eye on his students because god knows what naruto and sasuke are getting into.

But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hold you hand and hold you close when you both are alone and safe.

I think Kakashi is definitely a romantic, i just don’t think he’d be that publicly. but trust he still listens to you and says ‘yes ma’am’ to anything you say, even in public.

over all: pda isn’t his thing, but he definitely wouldn’t mind if you placed a kiss on his masked cheek whenever you so please

Gai

Oh he’s into pda. Trust he is showing you off to everyone he knows.

he also constantly talks about you, he’s obsessed

I think in front of his students he definitely keeps it on the down low, but they are still aware that you two are a thing. infront of the students he’d probably just keep a hand on the small of your back if your neck to him, maybe place a quick kiss on your cheek.

But in front of the other teachers or if you guys are just out in the village, forgot about it. He’s always holding your hand, leaving surprise kisses on your face like nobodies business. And his eyes won’t leave you for not even a second, he’s hooked.

Also: he will go crazy if you hold onto his arm when you both walk together. It makes him feel all strong and protective.

Gai also talks super loud so whenever he’s telling you how much he loves you the whole world can hear it lmao.

over all, he does not give a shit about pda, he loves it. He only tones it down infront of the students.

Jiraiya

Um…do i really need to explain this one?

This guy is a walking gooner, trust he is all over you. A hand on your ass, around your waist, shit he’s probably even grab your tit in public he does not care.

But at the same time, he also loved protecting you. So there is never a moment he’s not holding you in some sort of way. Even if you’re ‘away’ from him, he will be secretly watching over you. You just think he’s being weird and doing ‘research’ by watching you, but he’s actually just being protective. (though he would not admit that)

also he would love if you hold onto him too. He’s probably not super crazy about hand holding because it sees that as more of a teenager thing, he would gladly let you hold his arm or even hold onto his shirt while you guys explore the village together.

Over all: he’s a pervert, so pda is in his dna. And he’s also protective hehe

Naruto

please….he is the definition of pda.

the second he knows your okay with him showering you with affection in public, it’s over for you.

He kisses your face all the top. And he’ll randomly pick you up bridal style and start running lmao. he’s silly. and he loved to hold your hand. wether your taking a walk, leaving for a mission, or even just in class with kakashi sensei, he’s always holding your hand. It’s an act of love but it also makes him feel more comfortable and safe knowing you’re next to him, since Naruto is so used to being alone.

And he is ALWAYS yapping about you.

“I love my GIRLFRIEND she’s the best!” “Oh yeah my GIRLFRIEND and I…” “Oh nothing, just hanging out with MY GIRLFRIEND.” like we get it buddy, you finally pulled someone.

also he loves to cuddle you in public. Just resting against a tree or wall and holding you in his arms while talking to his friends, he does NOT get embarrassed by it.

But trust if you grab his face and baby him this man will be blushing so hard, he looks like he might pass out lmao (but he loves it don’t worry)

over all: he loved u sm and all he wants to do is show you that constantly (his love language is 100% physical touch)

Sasuke

yeah no…it’s definitely not his thing.

I so believe in private he is a lover, nonchalantly holding you from behind or holding your hand (though if u ask him about it he’ll deny it.) I just don’t think he’d publicly be like that.

though he does little gestures in public to still show you that he’s watching. Like gazing at you while your talking to your friends, or brushing his pinky by your hand when your standing/sitting by each other.

And if you fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder or anything he definitely wouldn’t push you off or anything. He’d probably just brush slightly but keep minding his own business, staying still as a statue until you wake up.

over all: Sasuke and pda do not mix well together, but he still adores you

Shino

i have mixed feelings about him, i think he doesn’t mind pda, he just doesn’t really do it.

Unlike sasuke, pda isn’t something that makes him weirded out or anything. His way of showing affection though is a little…different

shinso shows ‘pda’ by handing you cool bugs he found; not like beetles or anything scary, but instead like cool butterflies and caterpillars. if your someone that likes insects, he would definitely give you cool centipedes and other weird stuff like that.

he will also picked pretty flowers he sees and put them behind your ear.

He’s not really a hug and cuddle kind of dude, but if you want to hug and cuddle him, he won’t mind. Of course though, he does love resting on each other during a summer evening outside. He is a secret romantic hehe

Shinso will hold your hand for sure while you’re walking. While i don’t think physical touch is his love language, he does enjoy hand holding.

over all: shinso is a quiet lover, but he doesn’t mind if you love pda.

Kiba

yeah he’s into pda, no doubt about that.

but i’m talking about cutely holding hands or keeping a gentle hold on your waist while you walk together. I’m talking he’s like licking your face and shit and rubbing himself against you to get his scent on you. he’s kinda weird like that, but you also have to understand he does it out of love.

Kiba is the type to keep his hand in the back pocket of your pants while you two walk around the village, keeping a smug smirk on his face because he bagged a baddie. And trust he won’t mind if you do it to him too.

He is also the type to grab you while you’re training, bring you behind a tree and kiss you silly before leaving like nothing happened.

He is always holding you in some sort of way, and he loved to show you off too. Like Naruto, he is constantly taking about you to everyone. But unlike Naruto, he just talked about how hot you are LMAO he’s kind of a perv

Over all: he is obsessed with pda, because he loves to show you off. he also wanted everyone to know your taken. (trust he bites your neck to mark u 😭)

Shikamaru

Like Kakashi and Sasuke, I don't think Shikamaru is into pda.

I think he's not very clingy, even when alone. So pda isn't something he'd be super comfortable with.

If you ever showed pda to him, like holding his hand in public or hugging him or something, he'd definitely say "what a drag" while hiding his blush. Shikamaru probably wouldn't mind you publicly loving him every once in a while, but he would never admit that.

Of course though, Shikamaru shows his love for you in different ways. Like cooking you food, or folding your laundry when you forget about it. He'd definitely more of an acts of service guy, but he hides it so that you don't tease him about it.

Over all: I think Shikamaru does not like pda, his way of showing love does not really include physical affection.

Neji

Neji is another one that says he doesn't like pda....but he secretly really does.

I believe, in private, Neji absolutely craves your physical affection. He likes laying in your lap and letting you play with his long hair. But in public, he claims he doesn't want that.

He doesn't want to be seen as weak or anything by his team or opponents, but in reality Neji would feel weak in the knees if you wanted to hold his hand or if you messed with his hair infant of people.

It gives him pride knowing that you love him enough to show it to the world.

Over all: I think Neji is a little bit more of a quiet lover like Sasuke. I don't think he'd like if you kissed him or anything like that in public. But would gladly hold your hand or keep his hand on your lower back to keep you safe.

Lee

Like Gai, this guy is obsessed with pda

He already feels like the gods have blessed him with the privilege of even being able to look at you, let alone be able to hold you in public.

Lee would talk peoples ear off about how perfect you are, to the point people groan when they hear your name lmao. He's a bit annoying about it but it's only because he loves you so much.

Lee would die of a heart attack if you held his hand in front of people, especially his team mates.

Lee also loved when you hold his arm while walking. Like Gai, it makes him feel all strong and stuff for making you feel safe enough around him to believe he will protect you (and trust, he will protect you)

Lee would also be the type to kiss your face constantly. If you tell him to stop he would definitely sulk in a corner.

Over all: to Lee you are the most precious thing to walk the earth, and he will definitely show that publicly. He loves pda.

Gaara

Yeahhh no...

Making Gaara feel safe enough to even show his love for you was already difficult, I really doubt he would it publicly.

Though like Neji, I think Gaara would really like private physical affection. Like when you two are alone in the safety of your home, he would definitely enjoy you petting his hair while he lays in your lap. Or even holding his hand while you both read a book.

Gaara really likes his alone time, but he doesn't like the alone part. His way of showing love is through quality time, even if that means your both doing your own thing, but at least in the same room.

I also think Gaara is quite emotional in private, so sometimes physical affection might make him tear up because he's not used to it.

This is another reason I don't think Gaara likes pda, since he doesn't want to show his emotions like that in front of people.

Over all: Gaara likes physical affection, just not in front of people. He feels much more comfortable in private with you.

Kankuro

Like Kiba, this guy goes crazy for pda

I feel like Kankuro is a bit cocky when it comes to showing you off, so he's definitely all over you in public.

Wether it be kissing you, holding your waist, or even a simple hand holding, he WILL have a big ass smirk on his face.

He would also mark you for sure, wanting everyone to know that your taken.

He brags about you a lot, telling his team all about you and shoving it in people's faces.

But I think in private, he more tame. He really just wants to cuddle and be sweet, but in public he doesn't want people to know he's actually a softy.

Over all: Kankuro lovesssss pda. (but he will get super flustered if your the one that initiates it hehe)

thank you for reading! i had banner/pictures for gaara and kankuro too but it only let me put 10 images 😔 pls feel free to send requests! with specific characters too just incase i take one out!

[yuikomorii]

AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 6

// This might be one of my favorite chapters I’ve written so far! I tried to blend some fun with a bit of seriousness, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it. It’s kinda SPICY at some point, hehehe. I know it takes me a while to post new chapters, but I promise I haven’t forgotten about this fanfic, sometimes I just don’t have enough time. T-T

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

— Ayato opens the door —

Ayato: Haa… What happened?

Chief: Come with me! It’s about Subaru-san!

Ayato: Subaru?

Yui: ( Eh? That’s Ayato-san’s co-worker, right? I hope it’s nothing bad…! )

Place: Reception

Manager: Unfortunately, the cooking contest, as well as the filming, will be stopped for today.

Subaru-san picked a dish to make with one of the girls here, but he didn’t know it had garlic in it. After tasting it, he started feeling sick—bad enough that he had to throw up.

Ayato: Damn it…

Yui: ( Come to think of it... he’s in a group with a vampire concept and he has garlic intolerance. I can’t help but find this a bit ironic. )

( Still, poor Subaru-san... get well soon. )

Ayato: I’m going to check——

Manager: Don’t. Subaru-san is most likely resting now. He needs sleep more than anything after what happened.

Ayato: Tch… fine. But let me know when he wakes up!

Manager: Once he wakes up, I'll ask him to contact you. In the meantime, since you two share a room, I’d appreciate it if Ayato-san could spend his time elsewhere in the hotel.

Ayato: ( Did I indirectly get kicked out—? )

Well, whatever. But where exactly am I supposed to go?

Chief: Actually, now that the contest's cancelled and the other team is not present anymore, the onsen is completely free for you!

Ayato: Heh, is that so?

Chief: Y-Yes, but... since you, mister, are a celebrity, I’ll need to look for a private key first.

Can’t have fans fainting in the hallway if they see you half-dressed, right?

Ayato: Pfft, true… wouldn’t want to cause a stampede in a towel. But hurry up then. The sooner I’m in the hot water, the better~!

— Chief nods and starts searching —

Yui: ( I feel like I’m just a third wheel at this point, so it might be better if I quietly leave too. )

( Besides, my job is supposed to be done for today… and Ayato-san probably wants some space anyway.)

Chief: Wait! I almost forgot about Komori-san!

Yui: Hm? What’s with me?

Chief: Since you were Ayato-san’s cooking partner, the original deal included you getting a chance to use the onsen too, no?

I’ll find a key for you too, in case you want privacy! Just give me a sec——

Yui: …!

( Eh—!? Me? In the onsen? With Ayato-san still around? That’s…! )

Chief: Here they are~!

— hands them the keys —

But I should also mention... because the onsen is a relatively new feature of the hotel, we only have one single room so far. So, uhm... it would be great if you two wouldn’t go at the same time.

— Yui blushes —

Yui: ( Just one onsen... but what if we truly run into each other? )

Ayato: Alright, I’ll go there right now. You can go after I’m done, ‘kay?

I’m not exactly in the mood to wait around, so I’ll make it quick, no worries.

Yui: S-Sure, take your time.

Ayato: Will do~

— takes key and leaves —

*timeskip*

Yui: ( I wonder if he’s done by now… it’s already been three hours. )

— looks at clock —

( Yeah… I suppose he must be. I should start getting my things ready. )

— walks over to her bag and gets her towel —

( I hope the water helped him relax. He did seem tense after all… )

— leaves room —

Place: Onsen Entrance

Yui: ( It’s so quiet... he definitely left, didn’t he? )

( A-Anyway, I should knock or say something, just in case. )

*Knock Knock*

Uhm… Ayato-san? Are you still there?

*Knock Knock*

( No answer once again… )

— tries the handle —

( It’s locked? )

( Ah, he most likely locked it after he left, right? Yeah… that must be it. There’s no way he’d still be inside after all this time. )

— opens door with key and gets inside —

( Just as I thought, nobody’s here! )

— locks door —

( Hehe, time to finally relax! )

— starts unbuttoning her clothes —

( This indoor onsen is way bigger than I thought… The ceiling’s high, the walls are lined with smooth stone, and the pool is so huge that it almost covers the whole room! )

( No wonder the second one isn’t finished yet. This must’ve taken forever to build. The attention to detail alone is amazing! )

— slowly gets into water —

Ah~ so warm…!

( And to think they let me use this… I guess being partnered with Ayato-san really came with some unexpected perks, fufu. )

— stretches —

( So good… I feel like I could instantly fall as—— )

* Ring Ring *

( Eh!? Someone’s calling? )

— her eyes snap open—

( Wait! That’s... that’s not my ringtone? )

( Don’t tell me—! )

Ayato: “Haa... What is it this time?”

Yui: ...!

( That voice… it’s coming from the other side of the divider! )

( No… no, it can’t be— )

Ayato: “Yeah, it’s just me, why? Heh, so he finally woke up? Damn, can’t blame him though, since I had a pretty long nap too. So how is he feeling?”

“Oh, understandable. You took mine too? Mhm, it’s better this way.”

Yui: ( He… He’s been here the entire time…! )

( If he finds out I’m in the same onsen while he’s still inside, I’ll surely get in troubles! )

( What if he thinks I planned this!? )

Ayato: ( Ugh, my phone's dying.)

"I'll call you again, just need to find an outlet for my charger, 'kay?"

Yui: ( Ah, he's coming this way...! )

— gets underwater —

Ayato: ( Now where are the outlets supposed to be? Can’t see any at all. )

Yui: ( Did he leave? I don’t know how much longer I can hold my breath… )

( The water is so hot too…! )

Ayato: ( Whatever. I’ll just leave it like this for now. )

( More importantly… what is that? )

— gets closer —

Yui: ( Uuh… this pressure…! )

( I… I can’t… brea—— )

*SPLASH*

Ayato: Care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?

Yui: Aya…——

— faints —

Ayato: Fuck…!

— pulls her out of water —

*timeskip*

— Yui starts coughing —

Yui: Ngh... ah... I-I'm alive!

( But wait… why can’t I move? )

— eyes widen —

( No way! I'm tied to a bamboo stick!? )

Ayato: Finally awake, huh.

Yui: A-Ayato-san!

— face turns red —

( I-I can’t even cover myself...! This is beyond embarrassing! )

( To think that he really went as far as to tie me up… that’s completely unreasonable! )

Yui: D-Don’t look at me like that!

Ayato: Tch. You're in no position to tell me what to do.

Besides, you should be grateful I didn’t report you. Most people would’ve called the cops by now, don’t you think?

Yui: I-It’s not like I did it on purpose! I merely assumed you left! The door was locked, and… and I had a the key too, so… it’s just a misunderstanding, I swear!

Ayato: A misunderstanding, huh?

Tell me then, did you even bother checking the whole room before stripping down? If you had, you would've definitely noticed I was still here.

Yui: That’s… I can’t argue with that. But I truly didn’t have any bad intentions, I was just careless!

Ayato: And why should I believe you’re not just some stalker?

You know I’m famous. You’ve listened to my music and watched my MVs—based on what you said in the kitchen. And then there's the fact that, when we first met, you acted like you didn’t recognize me at all. Even though you're working at Yume no Mori, the very hotel that’s known for hosting events for idols.

And now, after everything, you somehow end up in the onsen at the exact same time as me?

Wherever I go, you just happen to show up too. So tell me, how do you think that looks from my perspective?

Yui: I-I think you must be mixing me up with someone else. When did I even pretend not to recognize you, Ayato-san?

Ayato: Haa… When you handed me that bottle of water outside the club, you moron!

Yui: Eh?

( What is he talking a— wait a second! The bottle of water…? )

…!

— eyes widen in shock —

( No way! Ayato-san… he was the boy I met on my very first night in Tokyo!? )

( The one who had a chest ache… who paid for my taxi… That was him! )

Ayato: Now quit playing dumb, it’s crystal clear you coming here was not an accident.

So what’s the deal with you? Are you really that desperate to get a glimpse of my body? Or is this just part of some sick little obsession you’ve got going on? Either way, it’s disgusting!

Yui: N-No! You got it wrong! I didn’t even know it was you that night!

I just saw someone who looked like they needed help, so I offered some water… that’s all!

And as for me being here... I didn’t come chasing after you or doing anything weird! I got this job through a work exchange program. It was all just a coincidence, not some plan to follow you around!

Ayato: Tch, when will you stop lying?

Yui: But I’m not!

Ayato: ( She’s not only dumb, but also got a damn big mouth. )

Fine, I’ll believe you.

Yui: ( Phew, thanks goodness… I really thought I got him mad. )

Ayato: But don’t start celebrating just yet. I’ve got a condition.

Yui: ( That tone… It’s never good when someone says "but there’s a condition" like that. )

Uuh… what kind of condition?

Ayato: Simple. You don’t tell anyone that you saw me at a private club that night. Not your friends, not your family, not your coworkers, not even your boss—no one.

— gets closer —

Actually, I want you to forget the whole thing. Erase it from your memory. You didn’t see me alone in Tokyo, and you sure as hell didn’t hand me a bottle of water in some alleyway.

Yui: ( That’s it? )

Yes, I promise.

Ayato: You better keep that promise, because if word gets out that I was in such a place, especially unguarded, it’ll stir up more trouble than you can imagine. One stupid rumor, and my entire career could take a hit. You get that, don’t you?

Yui: I-I do.

Ayato: Good. Then zip it and stop following me around. Or next time I won’t be this generous.

( I already took pictures of her in here. If she ever decides to snitch on me, I’ll make sure she goes down too. )

— unties her —

Yui: …!

Than——

Ayato: Don’t thank me. Just go put some clothes on. Then leave the onsen immediately.

— Yui nods —

Yui: ( He's scary when he's like this… But I guess I can't really blame him, can I?)

( It was stupid of me to come in without checking properly... so, I suppose it was indeed my fault. )

( To think he’s the boy I met that night after I first arrived in Tokyo... that truly caught me off guard. )

( Just what kind of person are you really, Ayato-san? )

I-I’m done!

Ayato: And why are you telling me this? You expecting an award or something?

Just unlock the damn door and leave already.

— Yui starts searching key —

Yui: ( Now where did I put it? I know I had the key when I came in… maybe it slipped into the towel?)

— checks towel —

( Oh no… it's not here either? Don’t tell me I dropped it somewhere in the changing area? Or worse… in the water!? )

Hey… Ayato-san? I… I can’t really seem to find my key, so could you maybe lend me yours…? J-Just for a second! I promise I’ll give it back right away!

Ayato: ( Seriously!? First she breaks in, then she nearly drowns, and now this? )

You're telling me you managed to lose a single key in a closed room in less than two hours?

Yui: Uhh… I must’ve dropped it somewhere without noticing...

Ayato: Haa…

— pulls out his key —

I guess if you beg nicely, I might give it to you.

Yui: B-Beg!?

Ayato: …Or do you wanna stay locked in here all night and explain yourself to the hotel staff tomorrow?

Yui: No, no!

Ayato: Good, then be a good dog and do as I tell you.

Yui: ( A dog, huh…? If that’s what you really want… )

— sits on all fours and looks at him —

Ayato: …!?

Yui: P-Please, give me the——

Ayato: You… you obscene bitch!

Yui: Eh?

( Wait what? )

Ayato: ( What the hell is wrong with her!? To sit on all fours in front of a man who’s only wearing a towel… did she want to suck me off!? )

Leave me alone already!!!

Yui: But I—

Ayato: I-I said leave me alone!

— shoves her out then shuts the door —

Yui: Ayato-san…

Yui’s monologue

So many things happened today… It’s almost overwhelming trying to piece them all together.

From carrying the luggage, to cooking with Ayato-san… and then—

The onsen. That whole incident. My heart still hasn’t stopped racing…

I came to Tokyo with simple intentions: to work, to learn, and to make new friends.

And yet…

The boy I met on my first night here and the one I couldn't stop thinking about…

He turned out to be Ayato. Ayato, the frontman of SAKAMAKIS. A name everyone knows. A face on billboards.

Someone so far removed from my world, it's really laughable to think we’d ever cross paths again—

Yet we did.

But instead of a reunion, it felt like rejection.

I made a mistake… and now he sees me as nothing more than a nuisance. Maybe even worse.

I keep telling myself that it shouldn’t matter. That it’s impossible for an ordinary person to get closer to an idol.

But then…

Why am I crying now?

[mooshie-blue]

Octonauts swearing headcanons!!

Captain Barnacles: Doesn’t swear around the crew, not unless he’s super frustrated or stressed, but even then, the most he’ll say is “Damn it” he feels guilty when he does it but the rest of the crew doesn’t really care, he’s a grown ass man after all lol the most you can expect him to say the rest of the time is “Dear God.”

Kwazii: Despite what you might think, he doesn’t swear all that often either, not unless he’s caught off guard or VERY agitated. He’s more partial to saying “Shit!” The only people he doesn’t swear around are the vegimals

Peso: Maybe like once a week you’ll hear him say “God damn it” and it’s not really out loud. Again he’s a grown ass man, he’s not a baby he’s gonna say “fuck” if he has to. He does consider it rude to swear but he’s not gonna make it anyone else’s problem.

Dashi: Sometimes? Maybe? She’s pretty chill so you probably wouldn’t hear her cursing anyone out. She kinda does the same thing as peso. Only swearing when she’s overwhelmed.

Tweak: Yes. Not always. But yes. Especially after a GUP Crash, She’s more partial to the word “Fuck.” Ranger Marsh says she gets it from her mama. Other Octonauts have joked a little about getting her a swear jar but they don’t mean it.

Shellington: again he’s a grown ass man, hell swear, maybe a little bit more than Peso but not as much as Kwazii. But Kwazii does laugh when Shellington’s swears because of his accent.

Professor Inkling: Absolutely not. Never. Instead of swearing he uses words in their place like instead of saying “God damn it” he says “Consarn it!” (Or however you spell it) he can say “damn.” He just chooses not too as he sees swearing as immature. But like Peso he’s not gonna make it anyone’s problem, he knows being an Octonaut is exauhsting.

Tunip: Yes, but only in vegimalese. Bro is IMPATIENT and TIRED as hell, let him say “fuck” (but not too much) Shellington knows when tunip swears but he doesn’t tell anyone when he does hehe

[yourstrulynobody]

I want a shirt like Solar Flare's (╯︵╰,)!!

Oh and, dont mind the sudden angst I gave Comet. I figured hes been happy since hes been not drawn for a while, so ye (^o^)!! (Comet, baby /motherly, I am so sorry but I had to—)

Based off "Ruin's BREAKDOWN" at timestamp 4:10; imagine Comet there and immediately leaving after seeing his papa Ruin snap like that... Ohhh, painful memories... yet he seeks comfort from the one who has more outbursts? Hmmm, I wonder why??? Hehe :D

And the new Sun and Moon are being introduced next SAMS EP too, so that exciting :D!!! I love how the new Moon (FLASHBACKS....) is named "Frost", so I wonder what the new Sun is named? Maybe "Summer" or "Light" lmao

[floralmelancolie]

Hi!

Could I get Sunday with soft dom top reader having their first time? Maybe they’ve been dating a while and reader has been pushing it back to not pressure Sunday who’s in their first relationship ever and having already done all the other firsts was already stressful enough or religious stuff making him apprehensive before idk I trust ya 💛

Thank you 🙏

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hehe, thank you for being my first request ever! i didn’t know how gentle you wanted me to be with sunday, so it wound up being more fluffy and sweet than smutty.

i love this flavor of sub sunday. he’s precious. ♡

cws: sub sunday x dom gn reader, oral (reader giving) anal (reader giving), first time

his grasp on your collar is gentle, ungloved and slightly shaking hands pulling you in lightly for a nervous kiss. sunday’s always been this way– affections you’re used to being big steps for him. his lips lock with yours, soft pecks turning into deeper kisses. your hand supports him by the small of his back, fingers twined in the cloth separating you two.

sunday pulls away from you, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips as he anxiously meets your gaze. “we don’t have to do this if you truly don’t feel ready yet,” you say, hand on his back rubbing soothing circles. his expression is indignant.

“i’m ready. i want to,” he mumbles, grip tightening on your collar. you dip your head down to press kisses along his jaw, your hands deftly unbuttoning his top. sunday’s hands come to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into them as you slide his shirt off his shoulders to reveal his pale and unblemished torso. sunday avoids your gaze, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. your hands slide down to rest on his waist, and he pulls at the hem of your shirt before bringing it over your head.

“sunny, i’ll take it slow with you. just tell me if it’s too much. you can do that, right?” a soft ‘mhm’ resonates from his throat, wings twitching lightly as the flush on his face deepens. his hardening cock lays against his stomach, slick dripping from the tip and sticking to his sweaty skin.

“can you tell me yes aloud?”

“yes, my love. thank you for… for caring for me.”

he’s precious. oh so precious, putty in your hands as you undress him further, laying him back in the sheets. his halo and hair spread against the pillow, and he laces his hand with yours, squeezing lightly. you trail your hands down his chest, squeezing at the soft parts of his waist. he whimpers softly at your ministrations, a giggle rising from his chest.

“are you alright?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and looking up towards him. a nervous smile plays on his lips, and he quickly glances away from your stare.

“just… excited. nervous. i love you, deeply.”

bringing your head down to a beauty mark on his hip, you kiss it, pressing wet kisses on your way and blowing light air over the wet marks left behind. sunday twitches and giggles, thighs snapping together and squishing your head. he gasps, but quickly laughs and spreads his legs again. 

“i love you too, sunday,” you mumble, pressing a kiss on the skin on his stomach next to his cock. the tip is flushed red. “may i use my mouth on you?”

he nods, eyes turning up to the ceiling. you poke at his hip, sunday’s gaze falling back on you.

“words, sunday.”

“yes. please,” he whispers. 

opening your mouth, your tongue darts out to lavish over the tip, sunday’s breath quickening as you suck it wetly. glancing up at him, tears brim at the corners of his eyes, eyebrows twisted up in sensitivity induced pleasure. he holds your hand tighter as you bob your head to suck his cock deeper into your throat.

sunday whimpers so prettily as you work your mouth over him, thighs shaking lightly, the salty taste of his precome lining the top of your palate. his thighs press together to squeeze against your head. your free hand spreads his legs apart again, popping off his dick with a string of spit and precome sticking to your lips.

you press kisses to the tip, sucking wetly on it. sunday gently whimpers, and in your peripheral you can see his wings twitching rapidly. patting around the sheets behind you, you grasp a small bottle of lube and bring it closer, sitting up and letting go of sunday’s hand.

“do you feel comfortable enough to go further?” “please… can we try?” he says, sitting up shakily to press his sweaty forehead to yours, bangs sticking against your head. a smile plays on your lips, and you lean forward to kiss him, but he flinches away with his eyes shut. sunday chuckles, shaking his head.

“no, not after you were doing that.”

the two of you laugh together, your hands coming to support sunday as you both fall back against the sheets, legs tangled together. sunday kisses your cheek, nuzzling his head against yours. 

uncapping the lube, and spilling some over your fingers, you slick them up to warm the lube with friction– sunday watching with a small hint of hesitation on his face. you sit up, placing your clean hand to lay over his heart. the beat is quick, matching the rise and fall of his chest.

“sunday, can you try to slow your breathing for me?” you ask, and sunday quickly nods, closing his eyes as you lower your hand down to his hole. his chest movement slows, and you press one finger slowly into the tight heat. sunday gasps, wings flapping out suddenly, legs clenching together instinctively.

trying not to make any sudden movements, you twine your free hand with his. his grip is deathly, knuckles pale as he tightly holds on. 

“sorry, i’m– sorry, continue. you can,” sunday whispers. his eyes are clenched together, jaw loose as a drop of sweat trails down his face. he nods to reassure you, and you press deeper into him. gritting his teeth, he tries his best to keep himself calm.

whispering reassurances as you continue to prep him, sunday moans as you press against his prostate.

“i-i feel… it’s!-” sunday whines, and you crook your fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves again.

his spine arches up towards you, wings flapping rapidly as his cock twitches and spurts wet come against his stomach, streaking upwards to twine with his sweat. soft whimpers leave his mouth as he gnaws on his bottom lip, muffling his noises of pleasure. tears drip down his face, and you continue to work him through his orgasm.

he slumps back into the sheets, chest heaving as you slow your finger movements and bring your free hand to cusp his cheek. he nuzzles deep into your touch, and shimies uncomfortably as you pull your fingers out slowly, careful not to brush against anything sensitive.

“are you okay, my love?” you ask, rubbing your thumb against his flushed cheek.

“i’m o-okay. please, i want to make you feel good too,” he mutters, bending his wing to rest against your hand. “can we do it?”

you nod at sunday, slicking yourself up once more with the lube, tugging with a few quick pumps to warm up your cock. you press the tip against his stretched hole, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding on with a reassuring smile on his face.

“i’m ready, please. i love you.”

you nudge your hips forward, the tip of your cock catching on the rim of his hole. his gasps, chest quickly rising as you press further. his face is twisted in pleasure, wings covering his eyes, mouth agape as quick and short breaths pant through his lips. you bring your hands to his thighs to spread him further apart, squeezing them. your hips meet flush with his ass, and he peeks through his feathers to make eye contact with you. 

“hi,” you say, and sunday giggles, a big smile breaking upon his face.

“hello, my love.” he says between laughs, arms tightening around your neck. “can we… kiss?”

“i thought you didn’t want to after i just had my mouth on you.”

sunday scoffs playfully, using his arms to bring your lips down to lock with each other.

“you can move,” he mumbles against your lips, before slotting his lips against yours, tongue darting to lick against your mouth. you pull out slowly, and he gasps into your mouth. you slowly push your cock back into his warm hole, and he nods quickly, pulling away from the kiss.

“want it, please,” sunday whines, and you begin a slow pace, hips nearly pulling out of him and pushing back inside passionately as sunday writhes beneath you. his feathers are twitching again, piercings clicking against his jaw as he grinds back onto you.

“feels– so good, i love you, i love you,” he pants out, tongue peeking over his bottom lip as he pants and moans. his warm, wet hole tightens against your cock as you firmly pound against his prostate. “please, so good!”

you grasp around his leaking, sensitive cock, tugging in time with your thrusts. the added sensitivity is too much for sunday, eyes rolling up into his head and drool begging to seep from the corner of his mouth.

“s-so much– i love you, love you!” he cries, a loud groan escaping his mouth as a small spurt of cum leaks from his cock, having spent it all before. your orgasm builds in your stomach, pressing deeper into sunday as you both reach your peak at the same time. sunday pulls you in through whimpers, kissing you firmly and wetly. yanking you against him, you land atop his panting chest, pressing your head into his sweaty neck.

“stay like this… please,” sunday whispers, kissing your temple. “i’m glad it was with you.”

[tiredandsapphic]

SOFT HANDS

pairing ꩜ adult!lottie matthews x fem!reader summary ꩜ carpenter lottie... builder lottie... handy lottie, yes please an ꩜ just a blurb cuz im facing the lethal writers block

thinking about lottie who builds things around the commune… some small jobs to keep her distracted, or big ones to keep her busy. honestly so talented too, she knows what she’s doing. yeah she's a cult leader, but she's also handy.

and for you? lottie will build anything your heart desires. you don’t even ask her directly, you’ll just utter the words “oh another garden would be nice…” or “a little path there will add to the place…”

"it would be like super romantic to have a little greenhouse by the lake." you mentioned once. "yeah?" "It's a dumb idea though, probably not enough room." and then you forgot about it after that.

two weeks later? its there. full of all your favourite plants, perfectly stained wood, and painted in an accent colour of your favourite, "because it reminded me of you," she'll say.

imagining lottie have notebooks full of ideas and plans. you find her half the time scribbling in them. she'll be writing in it with you nearby, probably while you're sleeping or reading. you peak inside them sometimes, a lot of sketches full of notes like,

'soft cushions for her knees while she gardens' 'sunrise hits at 6:17am—good spot for window for her favourite lighting' 'ask someone to teach me how to build a tub outside??' with frantic underlines.

when you ask her about it someone she gets all bashful and admits "I just... like to see you happy."

imagine just seeing her building something new for the commune, wearing her tank tops and linen loose pants. oh gosh, she's perfectly fit from all the work she does, absolutely obsessed. seeing the way her muscles work when she moves, and how she glistens in the sun, all you can do is stare. her hair all tied back, pencil behind her ear, still looking so ethereal.

being lottie's girlfriend whose kinda bad at all that stuff and still wanna help? yes. you help in your own way. bringing her snacks, drinks and of course kisses for motivation. those are her favourite. sometimes it escalates though...

"okay, so i just hold it here right?" you ask, hands attempting to grip a piece of lumber as she measures. "mmm, not quite baby, let me help," she's so patient, shifting behind you. she wraps her arms around your waist, murmuring how to steady the wood. guiding your hands with her larger ones, "good girl, just like that"

yeah... you're not much help after that, everything just got 10x more hot. you'll just stick to moral support.

she's only human and not totally healed, so she gets trusted sometimes. the mix of the hot sun and a nail not laying correctly? yeah that ticks her off. imagining her breathing a little harder, jaw clenched, brow furrowed. the little murderous sighs she lets out, hehe. you always know how to calm her down though, soft praises and assurance. sometimes through more physical activities...

giving her massages too when she pulls something or is just so sore from all the hard work she does. you live of it, she loves it too much, its a win win. feeling her muscles under the pads of your fingers, working in her commune made remedies. ugh its so intimate. she makes a ritual out of it, having candles and soft scents some nights. your hands are so soft and work in all the right places. maybe getting injured is not as bad as it seems.

and the real reason she does all this? the praise. the recognition she receives, mostly from you. she lives for it, she needs it. when you tell her 'good job' or how much of a 'hard working girl' she is? she's gone. she'll do anything for you and wants you to feel that, because she loves her girl so so much.

[sonic-takeover]

Hey Metal and Amy, how did your first night as cohabitating lovers go? Do you feel any different as a couple now that you're officially living together?

*The morning light turns pink as it filters through Amy's pink curtains. She sighs, shifting as she wakes up. She pulls up her eye mask and looks up at Metal. She's laying against his chest, his arm tucked carefully around her. They're wearing matching pajamas. She smiles, watching him. His eyes are off, but his heater is still running to keep her warm. After the first month or so of their relationship, he had begun to pretend to sleep when Amy would sleep near him. Maybe he picked it up as a habit, but now it seems like he looks forward to sleeping as much as she does after a long day. A nice bonus is that his low power mode keeps his battery from getting worn out too fast.. which is good considering his lack of equipment at the moment. Amy leans up and kisses his cheek, whispering to him* Good morning, handsome~

*Metal's eyes slowly blink back to life. He turns to look at her, his arm pulling her a bit closer* Good morning. ..You look beautiful this morning, Amy Rose.

*Amy smiles wider and nuzzles her face against his cheek* Stooopppp hehe~

Your tone indicates that you do not wish for me to stop. Right?

Yeah~ *She kisses him, hugging his neck* Mm~ I'm glad you can't smell my morning breath~

What is morning breath?

It's um... Organic people tend to have bad breath in the mornings. I guess it's just bacteria buildup or something.

I see.. I'm sure I would not mind. If I were organic, I would still kiss you in the morning regardless of how you smelled. If what you say is true, I would probably also have morning breath.

Hehe, that's true~ *She kisses him again* You look cute in pajamas, by the way. Very classy~

Thank you, darling. I like how your quills behave when they are unstyled. *He runs his fingers through her messy, spiky quills* Very cute.

Nooo, don't look! *She starts fussing over her quills, sitting up. Metal sits up with her and admires her for a moment before resting his head on her shoulder*

You are always beautiful to me. If you tell me not to look, then I will not. But I will never find you less than breathtaking.

... Oh, sweetheart.. I love you..

I love you as well, flower. *He kisses her cheek as best he can* Would you like to rest some more, or do you feel prepared to begin the day?

Hmmm.... Let's cuddle for like.... Five minutes.

You mean thirty.

Yes, but I said five, hehe~ That makes it less time.

.......

Girl math. Intention changes it.

..... Intriguing. Perhaps it requires testing. *He opens his arms*

It sure does~ *Amy flops onto his arms, sighing happily as she snuggles back into the warmth of his chassis*

[trashisstillhere]

Oof… today has just been ton of hard work and chores so I barely got time to at least doodle something.

But at least I got to finish this today before I am bout to drop off to bed-

Ninja cuddle pile!!

Randy with 4 of my dear rc9gn ninja ocs.,, ft. First Ninja.

Yes, even Esther is here lol,, this is more of him in his ‘redemption arc’ (he ain’t evil but he did cause lots of damage thanks to the crystals in his back that he unfortunately haven’t gotten out yet.)

Just like me, they’re very exhausted. They didn’t even feel like taking off their ninja masks and everything, while tired ninja dad mentor watches over them..

Yeah just some fluff I wanted to make real quick hehe,,, plus i really needed it honestly.

Speaking off.. it’s about time I told this big news before it keeps eating me alive which it has for few days now (may be a bit ranty and venty so uh yeah, be prepared for that):

on the beginning of June, I’ll be going on summer vacation with my family. From what I have heard from mom (the one who planned this vacation), we’re probably gonna be out of the country for about like…2 whole months.. yes, 2 months. Meaning both June AND July. Which honestly is too much for me. This isn’t the first time we gotten on a vacation this long either, this has happened before years back. And ever since I got this news just a few days ago, I’ve been feeling not so well, like in a ‘mixed’ mood (both good and bad). I don’t mean to sound like an ungrateful complaining no fun having kind of person but.. I ain’t that excited about it. Why? Like I said, this has happened before and the last time we had this, it… was shitty. Just.. literal shit. and along with a few more vacations shorter than that, it didn’t get any better honestly, still a few ‘complaints’ here and there. THATS why I don’t feel so giddy about it.. plus I am absolutely terrified of airplanes and my fear of heights isn’t really helping with that And this whole thing has made me not quite be able to focus on things i really want to work on rn, such as the next part of the NN AU Fanfic that is still a wip.. egh…

Uh yeah, that is the news. Again, sorry for it being kinda venty and all.. I just really needed to tell this now. Though it would be better to do so now then just before the day comes.

,,,,

Anyyywayyyy,, don’t mind me, just go enjoy this Nina fluffiness while I’m off to bed-

I’ll be fine, no worries. /gen

[sleepy-steve]

pt 2 of steve "dies but doesn't stay dead" harrington and eddie "ferryman of the river styx" munson // 1.9k // pt 1 ♡

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november 1984

Eddie checks. Of course he checks. Asks around, eventually to his superiors to make sure he wasn’t going to get in trouble for not collecting Steve. It’s uncommon, they tell him, rare, even. But not unheard of. People die briefly and come back to life. Usually only the one time. The answer should be good enough. Should be. Isn’t though. It frustrates Eddie to no end. Months of wondering and ruminating with the firm belief that he won’t get to see Harrington again anytime soon to ask.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

This time Eddie is on the boat. Leaning over the edge, a hand dangling low to the black water, staring at the same patch of grass he first saw Steve sitting. In fairness, all souls appeared in that general area. But Eddie is fixated on the exact spot Steve had shown off his deep chest wounds. It’s for this reason that Eddie jumps three feet into the air when Steve materialises in the same spot again less than a year later.

Sitting up with a rattling gasp and a look of fury on his bashed-in face—again?! Eddie briefly thinks—Steve yells, “Fucking Hargrove!”

“Christ, Harrington!” Eddie shouts, hand over his chest despite the distinct lack of heartbeat. “Could give a guy a bit of warning.”

Steve looks around, eyes surrounded by more dark bruising taking a second to focus on Eddie, chest heaving as he calms down. “Shit, sorry, man.”

They just look at each other for a few long moments, Eddie standing like a frightened cat on his still wobbling boat. He clears his throat to break the silence. “Who, uh. Who’s Hargrove?”

Scoffing, Steve drags a hand down the side of his face, then winces as it passes over bruising. “Douchebag new guy.” He sighs, settling his forearms on his knees. “His sister is friends with some kids I know. Was coming after them, so I…” Trailing off, Steve gestures to his face.

“What? Offered yourself up as a human punching bag and got yourself killed? Again?” Eddie says, trying not to sound too judgemental.

“Yeah, well,” Steve sighs. “I wasn’t just gonna let him beat up a kid. They’ve been through enough without some dickhead coming in and kicking the shit out of them.”

Eddie feels his brows pull together slightly as he sits back down on the bench of the boat, arms crossed over the edge. It’s not like Harrington was the big bully of Hawkins High, but defender of local kids is… new. “Sounds like a grade-A asshole.”

Steve snorts. “He is.”

“Kids were lucky to have you around as their… babysitter?” Eddie offers, cracking a grin.

Steve rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Something like that. Probably didn’t need me at all. Stuck around long enough to see her drug him, so they should be fine.”

Humming appreciatively, a thought moves across Eddie’s mind, and he can’t help himself. “…No monsters this time?”

“Ha, ha,” Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know you don’t believe me, but the monsters did actually come back, which is why I was with those little shits in the first place.” He sounds annoyed, but there’s a fond look behind those bruised eyes. One that gives Eddie a little spark in his chest. “But no, this death was just a regular guy.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to snort. “This death. So casual.”

A full grin breaks out on Steve’s face, contrasting heavily with the bruises and the blood under his nose. “Well, when it’s happened this many times, kinda hard not to view it as like. Just this thing that happens, y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t really know. Of everything he’s learnt about death—through his own and through everyone he’s met since—this thing Steve goes through is beyond him. Incomprehensible. He nods anyway.

“How many times have you died, Harrington?”

“Hmm…” Steve looks up as he thinks for a moment. “This would be… five? Or six?” He shrugs. “I’m not sure if it happened when I was a baby.”

He says it so casually, so matter-of-fact, Eddie almost wants to double-take. It sounds so truthful, he struggles to not believe him. Even though Eddie knows he’s not losing much by believing him, a small part of him still has doubts. And worries for his job. “You gonna get in the boat this time?”

Steve snorts. “Not this time, buddy.” Something jolts in Eddie’s chest at the familiarity. “Maybe next time though.”

“Next time,” Eddie mutters under his breath, shaking his head. “You anticipate dying again?”

“Well, no,” Steve chuckles. “But based on how things have been… and apparently I’m not too careful.” He gestures at his bruised up face, eyes bright with humour between the blues and purples and reds.

“The monsters?” Eddie supplies, just teetering on the edge of sarcasm.

“Monsters, douchebag guys, car wrecks… you just never know.”

The casual tone in which Steve talks about his deaths still has Eddie reeling. It’s been well over a year and Eddie is surrounded by death constantly, and he still struggles to think about his own. Tells himself he’d rather not dwell, which is true, but it also hurts. He shakes it off, shifting his focus to the bruised and beaten boy in front of him.

“Or… you could save yourself the trouble, and get in the boat now?” Eddie gestures down at his boat with a little hand flair. He’s joking. Mostly. If Steve did have the chance to go back to the land of the living, Eddie didn’t want to take that away from him. Not that he thought Steve was getting that chance. Not completely, anyway.

“Wish I could, but I don’t make the rules.” Steve grins at him, like they’re sharing a secret. And they kind of were. Eddie wasn’t sure how many people knew about Steve’s semi-regular dances with death.

“And since when have you ever been one to stick to the rules?” Eddie asks, propping his arm up and resting his chin on his palm. Looking at the boy on the grass. His hair is longer this time.

Steve laughs, head tilted back. “Fair point. But if you want me on that boat, you’re gonna have to come over here and drag me onto it.” He raises a brow at Eddie in challenge.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Wish I could, but I don’t make the rules.” He repeats Steve’s words back at him, mocking him.

“Well, well, well,” Steve says, tone playful. “Look who’s being a stickler for rules now.”

“I know,” Eddie drags it out, struggling to hold back his smile. “Crazy, huh? Divine punishment for being born the son of a criminal, I guess.” Eddie’s gaze drops down to the black water beneath him.

Steve scoffs at him. “Like you never smoked pot or broke speeding laws in that van of yours.” 

Eyes widening before he can stop them, Eddie’s shocked Steve even knows about the van. Shocked that Steve knows anything about him at all. What world is he in where the king of Hawkins High knows about Eddie and his beat up old van? Even being in the grade below him, Steve had a popularity pull that was noticed by those in Eddie’s grade. Confusion and surprise subsiding, Eddie finds himself leaning forward even further.

“Coming from you?” Eddie challenges back. “We all know about the famous Harrington ragers, Mister Keg King.”

The title makes Steve roll his eyes. “Never saw you at one.”

It was true. Eddie hadn’t attended any of the parties, for fear of his reputation making him a target. He drops his gaze again. “Didn’t think I’d be welcome there.”

Steve doesn’t respond, and the silence grows between them. They haven’t moved, but Eddie feels further away from him. Like the weird little familiarity they’d developed was being forcefully shoved apart. Eddie doesn’t look up to see Steve’s reaction. Doesn’t want the pity.

“So, you really can’t get out of the boat?” Steve breaks the silence with a complete topic change.

“Nope,” Eddie responds, popping the P. “She’s my new baby, now that I don’t have my van.” He pats the side of the boat with his free hand.

Steve shifts forward until he’s sitting as close as he can to the water’s edge without getting wet. Close enough for Eddie to see the broken capillaries under his skin and the little green flecks in his eyes. He takes in the cuts on Steve’s jaw and forehead, the two black eyes, the blood under his nose. The way his knuckles are bruised and bloodied to match. Something in Eddie feels oddly… protective. Like he wants to jump in front of anything that might hurt this guy he doesn’t even really know that well.

“Change your mind about getting in the boat?” Eddie asks, voice low, now that Steve is so close.

“No,” Steve huffs a laugh. “But you can’t move, so I figured I should.”

“Just that desperate to be close to me, are you?” It slips out of Eddie’s mouth before he can think about it. And Eddie wants to punch himself in the face over it.

But to his surprise, Steve doesn’t recoil away or yell at him. Instead, he laughs softly, cheeks faintly pink beneath the bruising. “What can I say? The allure of your… baby…” He says it with a smirk. “Very tempting.”

Taken aback by Steve’s… flirting is the only word to describe it, but that can’t be right, Eddie immediately switches to joke mode. He won’t entertain the idea that Steve Harrington was honest-to-god flirting with him. He won’t.

“I’ll get you into this boat one day, Harrington. Mark my words.” 

He knocks on the edge of the boat twice before smoothing his hand over the wood. Watches as Steve’s eyes follow his hand, seemingly fixated on it. Eddie briefly wonders what would happen if he touched Steve. Would that commit Steve to being stuck here? Commit him to moving on? Would Eddie even be able to feel him?

Gaze shifting back to Eddie’s face, a smile grows on Steve’s face. “Maybe. One day.” He shrugs, like his eventual death is a fun, whimsical topic.

Eddie is about to comment on Steve’s tone, but before he can, Steve’s head whips to the side, hearing something Eddie can’t. Just like last time.

Unlike last time, Steve doesn’t get up right away. “Looks like my time’s up.”

“How do you know?” Eddie is so curious, he can’t help but ask.

“I can hear—” Steve waves vaguely around his ear. “—stuff. From where I am. The kids are yelling. Hope they’re not too freaked out.”

“Guess you better get back then,” Eddie says, trying to hide his disappointment.

“Yep.” Steve pulls himself up into a standing position, now suddenly looking down at Eddie, who leans back on instinct, shifting back on the boat bench. “But I’ll see you next time.”

“I’ll be here.” Eddie gestures at the boat, palm up. Like he has anywhere else to go. “See ya, Harrington. Stay away from monsters.”

“I’ll try,” Steve laughs, walking backwards on the grass. Keeping his eyes on Eddie as he retreats.

“Try not to get that pretty face bashed in again,” Eddie calls after Steve’s already fading form, grinning wide.

Steve just laughs, the sound of it echoing even after his body disappears from Eddie’s sight.

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

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[milkbreadtoast]

I TOTALLY FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE... YJH doodles I drew for his bday (8/3)..!! 🥹🖤🖤 This was like my 3rd ever attempt drawing him but I like how it came out...

[lupeloto]

lestat as louis' muse

so we all know that louis is lestat's musical muse...so like in a perfect world where they are in marital bliss again, louis is taking pictures of lestat nonstop. he is his absolute muse. lestat will pose for him sometimes obviously, because he's lestat, but louis' favorites are when he catches him off-guard. each time, he marvels at the piture, claiming that no one has ever looked more beautifully candid than him. louis would also capture lestat's grin after complimenting him as such.

even when they are visiting the most beautiful places, with unique architecture and gorgeous scenery lighten by the night sky, his eyes always land on lestat and therefore his lens finds its way there. louis sometimes lets him in the dark room with him, only if he promises to keep himself occupied. lestat will look up every now and then from the book he's pretending to read while louis is processing a photo with a beam and twinkle in his eyes. "I see you grinning, mon cher," he'd say from his seat, "photo of me, hm?" Louis would shoot him a smug grin, "Maybe," glancing over his shoulder and adjusting his posture. lestat would be over to him in a blink, dipping his head flirtatiously between louis and the photo, leaving louis no option but to surrender and let their lips meet.

[likesdoodling]

Ever heard of a fic called Dermabrasion? Well, if you haven't, and it's a really good mha todoroki fic, (just gonna paste the fic premise thingy)

-Shouto spends his time drifting until he hears some general course students talking about a vigilante from a few years ago who had blue flames.

Shouto only knows two people who can use blue flames. One of them is Endeavour and the other is dead.-

YEAH

So. If you wanna read it, it's Dermabrasion by pennydaniels. It is like 410,000 words, but that's a plus in my opinion. It's also finished. And it took over my brain for a good two weeks so all you guys are hearing about it.

:)

Lots of hilarious moments that had me stifling laughter way too late at night-

Ye.

Shouto's supposed to be wearing a penguin onesie, but I dunno if you can really tell.

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)