#don’t let me gf get her rights taken away please

[sadittariuus]

"Sorry, but you have a political voice and it’s your duty to use it."/"Anyway, Harris 2024." Kamala Harris is a fascist. Or do you not really understand fascism and think it just means "the people I Don't Like and Think Are Bad"? Are you just stupid, or being deliberately ignorant? Either way, you're a fucking moron. Kamala Harris is further right than Trump on the border. She is further right than Trump on the military. She supports genocide. She is not your savior.

Lol, I’m literally signing up for a call center to get people polling information and registered to vote. Harris 2024

[thecapricunt1616]

capriiiiiii can i pretty please request something with carmy and a gf who is dealing with being stiff / sore and tired. i acc just need him to take care of me. maybe cook me a meal. :(( ily

My loveeeee Hello I'm sorry this has been rotting away I've been dealing with such writers block I hope this doesn't suck aaa! I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much / around tumblr this week i've been busy with other things but I hope to write more soon <3 I finally got my new laptop so i'm going to try and cook some stuff up really soon! Warnings for btc: None really, pure fluff & happy carmy!not edited sorryyyy WC: 1638

You had helped Sugar set up her nursery last night. All the moving of large boxes, and helping build the crib, changing table, and dresser, you were wiped out to say the least. You got home around 4 am, and  When Carmy had left for the restaurant that morning, you were still crumpled on the couch where he’d left you, snuggled in a blanket and softly snoring. When he came home that night and nudged you, you jumped like a sleeping cat 

“I’m awake!” You said quickly with an unintentional snore, rubbing your eyes tiredly. 

“Brought you a sandwich and some fries. Back still hurts?” He asked softly. 

You whimper gently as you stretch out your sore muscles, sitting up once again in the dark living room. “How’s work?” You mumbled with a yawn, taking the takeout container as he plopped next to you and planted a kiss on your head. 

“Doesn’t matter, m’here for you baby, why don’t I get you a bath set up mm?” He flicks on a lamp and you blink a few times as your eyes get adjusted to the light.  

“You’re too good to me, you know that right?” You gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled a bit and rubbed your side 

“I can’t even count the amount of back massages you’ve given me after a long week. I’m just repaying the favor.” He watched as you took a bite and sighed in relief, your stomach growling- likely in thanks as you hadn’t moved from your spot all day long in your blanket nest. 

“This is really good, Bear” you mumble as you chew. He hums happily at your approval, giving you one more kiss to the temple before getting up. 

“Good, I put a piece of princess cake in the fridge for you for after your bath if you want” he said on his way to the bathroom, and you could cry at the bliss that was being taken care of. 

He makes sure to clean out the tub with bathroom spray and rinse it fully, before starting the water at the very hot temperature he knew you liked after plugging the tub. He got one of the little herb sachets with different flowers and herbs and hung it over the faucet so it infused into the water, causing it to be a pretty light pink color.

From the bathroom closet he grabbed your little bath tray and set it up for you, as well as the little bath head pillow that suctioned to the tub for you to rest back on, and got those set up before taking out the waterproof electric candles and setting a few out for you for a comforting ambiance. After he put a good amount of the muscle relaxing herbal epsom salts in the bath for you, as well as plenty of bubbles the way you liked and agitated the water for you, he popped your favorite fluffy towel in the warmer. 

He cut off the water and went into the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy bathrobe and a comfortable pair of panties for you as well as the book you were currently reading from your nightstand and got them all set up on the bathroom counter for you, as well as your hair brush. He opened the bottom drawer where you kept all your sheet face masks, and picked out a bedtime one and set it on the bath tray for you next to your book. 

By the time he came back out to let you know your bath was ready you had already finished eating and were once again slumped on the couch, you figured you had pulled or overworked something in your back because even holding yourself up was proving to be exhausting very fast. “Did you want some wine my love” he crouched down next to where you were snuggled on the couch, brushing your hair from your eyes gently. 

“Yes please” you said softly. He planted a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead before going to the kitchen. He got your favorite wine out of the fridge, popping open the bottle and pouring you a glass. He brought it to the bathroom and put it in the little slot on the tray made for wine glasses, before coming back to collect you. 

“Alright, up” he held his hand out to you and wiggled his fingers for you to take it. You sighed softly knowing moving meant pain, but when you grabbed his hand he lifted you to your feet with little effort, being sure to steady you with his other hand on your hip since you weren’t expecting it. 

“Woah” you giggled, the action having woken you from your tired state and following him to the bathroom. When you saw the state of it, you pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his neck gently. You didn’t want him to see the fact there was tears pooling at your eyes, since he hated when you cried. But the fact that he had a nearly 14 hour day, and came home to you- and still went out of his way, above and beyond to take care of you. To make you feel loved, cared for. You’d never had another partner who was so attentive and went out of their way for you how he did.

“Love you…” you muttered before pulling away with a sniffle. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a gentle kiss 

“Your towel is In the warmer waiting for you baby, I’ll get your pajamas set out for you” he gently tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed his knuckle over your cheekbone before heading back to your bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind him. You noticed after he left that your skincare was all set up for you as well as your favorite body lotion and its matching body mist which just made you smile even more. 

After undressing you sit in the warm bath, sighing in relief as the hot water did wonders for your sore muscles, resting your head back on the comfortable pillow as you sip your wine and hum contently to yourself. For a while you just sat, reading your book and sipping your wine and after about 30 minutes when the water had gone lukewarm, and your glass of wine had been finished - you decided to drain the tub. 

Carmy heard you getting out of the bath, so he went and got your pajamas that he’d been warming in the dryer for you and got your side of the bed all made up after filling your reusable water bottle with iced lemon water.  By the time you had gotten your lotion on and did your skincare as well as brushed your teeth, the house had already been shut down for the evening. He had made sure to clean up the kitchen and living room, as well as shut all of the shades and get your coffee pot set up for the next morning like usual. 

“Hey pretty girl” he takes your hand, kissing it gently “got some warm pajamas for you, house is taken care of you just have to get in bed” he motioned to the bed where your pajamas were nicely folded for you. 

“And you say you aren’t romantic” you mused, causing him to chuckle a bit as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head 

“What can I say, I guess you bring it out of me. Get your pajamas on I’ll rub your feet for you” he said and you hum happily, closing your eyes and planting a kiss on his neck

“Can I be babied like this all the time?” You joked, he huffed a laugh, handing you your pajamas. 

“The days that I’m not too wiped out from work, I can try” he plopped down on his side of the bed with a soft grunt of relief after being on his feet all day. You slipped out of your robe, and his eyes rake over your frame as you unfolded your soft, fluffy nightgown and slipped it over your head. “Mm mm mm” he said jokingly. You giggled as you crawl on the bed, resting your legs over his lap and wiggling your manicured toes teasingly. 

“Get to massaging this isn’t a free peep show” you said and he took your ankle, bringing it to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss

“What- so you can put me to work, and I can’t even eye the goods?” he joked as he put your leg gently back in his lap and grabbing the massage oil that he’d put on the nightstand and warming some in his hands before starting to massage your foot. You hum happily, lips curling into a small smile and your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Mmmm, keep doin’ that and I’ll let you see whateeever you want” you said happily, your voice nearly a purr from how expertly he was massaging your calves and feet. “Can I turn on Big Brother?” you asked and giggle at the way his face lit up

“You really waited?! Fuck yeah I wanna see whats up put it on” he said and you smiled, shaking your head jokingly as you turned on the TV. He had whined before about not wanting to watch ‘trash reality tv’ all the time, but over the course of the many nights he came home and you were watching it - he had eventually starting asking you to wait for him to watch ‘your show’ together, and you would tease him and tell him how you thought he said it was boring and gossipy, just to get his cheeks to go that cute shade of pink.“Of course I waited, it’s our show now”

[dollyhao]

omg what about loser ellie and bully reader but reader is jealous this time

cw: car sex, face riding, semi public sex, desperate ellie

toni’s note: y’all this might be my favorite one <3

ellie is on the soccer team and wins yet another game for her team. you were sitting in the stands the whole game quietly cheering her on. (can’t do it out loud or it might get to her head)

when the game was over, you climbed down the bleachers to go wait by the car for ellie so y’all could go home. but when 15 minutes past, you go see wtf is taking her so long. then you see them.

a group of girls all fawning over ellie with one in specific rubbing her hands on your kinda-girlfriend’s arm. ellie seems to be paying the bitch a lot of attention too.

you are glaring daggers at ellie hoping she can feel them before walking over and pushing through this ridiculous crowd. didn’t everyone already know ellie was taken? didn’t ellie know that?

when ellie’s sees you approaching her she gives you a sweet genuine smile. the kinda smile she reserved only for you, you pluck the girls hand off ellie as she began basically rubbing herself on ellie. you make sure ellie can see that your not happy with her, crossing your arms and walking away without a word.

ellie is apologizing to the girls telling them she has to go home with her girlfriend. ellie jogs to catch up with you, reaching to wrap her arm around your shoulder but you toss her arm off. continuing your walk to the car.

“what i do now?” she says stoping you from opening the passenger side door. you quirk a brow at her, “should i let some girls rub up against me and see how you feel?” ellie looks at you confused.

ellie is so oblivious that she didn’t even realize all those girls wanted to fuck her. what a fucking loser. “they were just complimenting me on winning the game.” she rubs the back of her neck kinda confused.

“doesn’t fucking matter ellie! you don’t let girls rub on you when you have a gf!” you say pushing at her chest.

ellie breaks out into a grin, “your officially my gf?” you roll your eyes, “i don’t know ellie. i don’t want a gf who lets other girls rub on them.” ellie grabs your hand, opening the door to the back seat, crawling in and pulling you with her.

ellie pulls you into a feverish kiss, like kissing you is the only thing keeping her alive. “ellie, what are you-ah~“ you start to say before your interrupted by ellie biting and sucking on your neck.

“sit on my face,” ellie says grabbing your hips trying to get you to straddle her. “i only want you, your the only one for me. let me prove it!” ellie lays across the backseat when you straddle her waist. “hmm… say please,” you say smirking. you wasn’t just gonna give her what she wanted that easily.

“please please princess. i need you,” ellie is trying to beckon you further up her body with a pleading look on her face. how could you say no to such perfect begging. you slide your jeans and underwear off, hovering over ellie’s face. ellie doesn’t wait, wrapping her arms around your thighs pulling you down on her face.

ellie delves in, eating you out like it’s her right. “ooo ellie f-fuck.” you moan out hands flat on the car window. ellie moves her chin up and down trying to lick your every crevice, doing this makes her nose bump against you clit over and over. you place you palm on ellie’s forehead trying to get away from her purposeful licks and sucks.

ellie shakes her head at you, not helping your situation at all. “els. so so good..” you say grabbing the handles above your head with both hands for dear life. your riding ellie’s face at this point, bouncing slightly, moving your hips in circles. “i’m so close els” your jaw goes slack, head thrown back, chanting ellie’s name like a prayer.

your vision goes white as you cum, riding out your orgasm on ellie’s face, hips still moving. you lift your self off ellie’s face looking down and seeing her pussy drunk, like she just ate you out solely for her benefit.

“i love you,” says ellie with a lazy smile. you don’t say it back, but kiss her hard enough that she knows you feel the same.

[sturnioloshacker]

midnight guardian - a vinnie hacker short

a/n: requested by anon!

summary: vinnie reacts to his gf walking alone at night after a party

being the strong-willed and independent woman she is, y/n believed in her ability to handle any situation. her boyfriend vinnie, on the other hand, was a caring and overprotective boyfriend who worried about y/n’s safety at all times. knowing that she’s at a friend’s birthday bash and insisted on walking home alone had vinnie stressing. as the time hit 1am, y/n made her way around the house to say her goodbyes and started her walk back to vinnie’s house. the party had taken place in a neighbourhood just a few blocks away, where the streetlights were known to be dimly lit. balancing her heels and clutching her purse tightly, she confidently embarked on her journey.

meanwhile, vinnie was anxiously pacing back and forth at home. he had been glued to his phone, constantly checking for any messages from his girl. every sound outside made his heart skip a beat. unable to control his worry any longer, he grabbed his coat and car keys, knowing he needed to be by her side. the car slowly makes it way around every corner and down every street, observing the road in front of him for a glimpse of y/n. making a right turn, he finally finds y/n. y/n’s head turns to face the car that has been following her, only to notice it’s vinnie.

“baby? what are you doing?”

“it’s 1:30 in the morning and you’re walking out here alone!”

“vinnie, there’s only one more block before i reach yours, just let me walk the rest of the way!”

“wrong. It’s two blocks. now get in the car”

“vin-“

“don't vinnie me. get in the car, please. i don’t want you getting hurt or getting into trouble”

with a sigh, y/n gets into the passenger seat. facing the window, y/n watches the lights go red as vinnie comes to a stop. vinnie turns to look at the girl next to him, grabbing her hand and softly squeezing it to get her attention. making eye contact, y/n notices the boy’s glossy eyes. had he been crying? the light goes green as vinnie speaks up.

“i know you’re confident enough to do things on your own but i hate it”

“what? why? i’m fine!”

“i know you’re fine but I’m not! it kills me, it eats up inside knowing that you could get hurt or get in trouble or something really bad happens to you and i’m not there to protect you”

hearing those words had y/n speechless. she knew vinnie was overprotective but not like this. what if something bad happened to her? vinnie wouldn’t be there to help her and protect her. 

“i understand, my love, and i’m so sorry. i’ll make sure from now on that you’re my chauffeur everywhere i go”

“that can be arranged”

eventually, they arrived home, hand in hand, feeling closer than ever. they realised that their contrasting viewpoints could coexist. love, after all, sometimes requires a willingness to understand and compromise. from that night on, vinnie and y/n made a pact to strike a balance between their desire to keep each other safe and their respect for each other's independence. they vowed to discuss their concerns openly, finding solutions that nurtured trust and preserved their individuality.

[changbinsboiledegg]

Girl your skz "another member walks in" reactions gave me intense Changbin brainrot and I need a full thing but where his gf is feeling insecure about herself so he fucks her and doesn't let her cum until she repeats the praises and compliments he tells her 🤤🥰🥰

No because why does he seem like the type?? Insecure?? Nope. Not on Changbin's watch. Also, in case no one told you told Anon; you horny mf. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :,)

AFAB! reader x SKZ Changbin.

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Insecure reader, issues with body/self image, SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Explicit, swearing, petnames, praise kink, edging?, cum lol, creampie, unprotected seggs, usage of the word 'dick' because I was scared to write 'cock'. Maybe a little dirty talking? I feel like I'm forgetting smth but y'all get the gist.

Note: Please don't blacklist me lmao I'm only here to provide for anons and smut readers alike. Longer than I intended but I don't think y'all care lol. Anyways, ily, I hope you enjoy, and I'm going to log out for a day because I'm nervous. And obviously if smut makes you uncomfortable, SKIP. any grammar/typos, look away 🫶 I tried.

btw, Changbin is my ult lol. Okay adios.

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You tried on way too many outfits within the past ten minutes. Each one leaving you with a sinking heart and a frown that grew the more you overthought how you looked.

You felt yourself on the verge of tears from the frustration. You and Changbin were supposed to go out on a date later that night and nothing looked right on you. The insecurities were eating you alive and you even went as far as to think, ‘why is he with someone like me?’

“Baby?” You knew Changbin was coming over but you lost track of time. He saw you frowning in disgust at yourself in the mirror, noticing the glint in your eyes from the tears about to give out.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Changbin wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are you with me? I can’t even make an outfit look good on me! People are going to see me with you and wonder why you’re with someone so—”

“Nope. No. No. Stop that. Look at me.” Changbin’s tone was stern, turning you around to face him.

“You are beautiful, gorgeous, a Goddess. If you don’t think these outfits look good on you, then it’s the outfits fault.” He started, lifting a hand to your cheek and wiping the tears that fell down your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need me to take your shopping for outfits that won’t make you feel like this, I will. But Just know that I think you could make literal trash look sexy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement, now wiping your own tears. You looked back at the mirror again, feeling your heart sink. “But—”

“Take off this dress.”

“What?” You were taken aback by his interruption. Changbin stood firm where he was, crossing his arms as he looked at you in the mirror. ”Take off the dress. I want to show you something.”

You did as he said, slowly peeling off the dress that didn’t make the cut. Letting it fall to the floor, you were left in just your bra and panties.

Changbin slightly smirked, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning close to your ear from behind. “See? It is not you making these outfits look bad.”

You glanced away from the mirror, still feeling insecure in your skin. You wished he wouldn’t stare so much, not wanting him to see what you saw. But at the same time, you felt good feeling his eyes roam your body.

“Don’t look away. I’m not done yet.” Changbin regained your attention. You reluctantly looked at yourself, waiting to see what he was trying to show you. You guaranteed that it wouldn’t work.

His hands trailed down your back and to the clasp of your bra, unclasping it and pulling it off.

You were still left in your panties as his hands reached around to cup your breasts, gently massaging them.

“So gorgeous. How could you ever think otherwise?” Changbin huskily whispered, pecking the side of your neck near your jaw.

“No, I’m not—”

“Yes. You are.” He moved his hands down your stomach and to the front of your panties. He noticed you looking away and stopped right at the band. ”Look.” He whispered again, pressing himself against you from behind. You looked back at yourself, feeling his hard erection poking you.

“Do you think I would be this hard for someone I didn’t think looked this fucking gorgeous?” He kissed your neck again, moving his hands to clasp the sides of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles. He stood back up and moved his hand back down to your sensitive, wet clit.

“You’re so beautiful, already ready for me? You feel good when I tell you the truth, don’t you?” He smirked smugly as he rubbed circles around your clit.

You elicited a moan, biting your lip as his touched made you shudder. Changbin paused, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer me.”

“…Yes… I feel good when you compliment me.” You replied in a pleading tone, wanting him to continue. Changbin kissed your neck again.

“You agree that you’re beautiful?” Changbin watched your face in the mirror, waiting for your answer. You hesitated.

Changbin slowly retracted his hand.

“No! Wait… please keep going.” You begged. Changbin clicked his tongue, “Do you agree?”

“Yes! Please?”

“What are you agreeing on?” Changbin quizzed, his hand still not budging. You squirmed but he wrapped his other arm around your waist.

“I’m… I’m…” You couldn’t say it. Changbin waited a few seconds before pulling away from you.

“Beautiful! I’m… beautiful.” You said, feeling a bit awkward— but desperate. Changbin smiled, putting his hands on your waist and guiding you down to the floor and pushing you on all fours.

“You sound so sexy complimenting yourself. You should do it often.” Changbin trailed his hands down your spine and stopping at your hips, gently squeezing them.

“So sexy.”

He took his hands off of you and when you looked in the mirror, seeing how you looked in this position, you also saw Changbin undressing himself. He kicked the clothing away from his immediate surroundings and kneeled down behind you. He was so close that you could feel his hard dick laid on your ass.

“Now, I know you want me inside of you but only if you look at yourself in the mirror and if you repeat after me. Got it, baby?” Changbin stroked himself in slow motions as he used his free hand to spread your legs apart more.

“Oh… Okay… I can do that.” Your eyes flickered to yourself, digging your nails into the carpet a little. You couldn’t help but look at Changbin, though.

“Look at you. Not me.” His stern tone came out again, sliding the head of his dick inside of you. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“Yes!” You answered quickly, trying to focus on yourself. He was watching your face. Your eyes specifically. He knew when and where you were looking.

“Good.” He slid into your wet hole, gripping your hips to pull you closer as he filled you up and stretched you out.

“Don’t you agree that you’re stunning?” He paused, not daring to thrust yet but you felt his dick twitching inside of you.

You wanted more. He definitely wanted more.

But you hesitated. Changbin slowly inched himself out of you.

“Yes.” You caught yourself looking away from your face before quickly staring at yourself again. Changbin, satisfied, snapped his hips forward, sending himself pounding into you.

You covered your mouth, not daring to look away from the mirror as his thrusts were so powerful, the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans, groans, and whimpers that emitted from both of you.

Changbin’s grip on your hips tightened as he grunted, “come on, baby. Don’t cover your mouth. Let me hear how good you feel, gorgeous.”

You slapped your hand against the carpet as your walls clenched around his dick, earning a groan as he threw his head back. Your legs felt like goo, knowing you made him feel like that.

His pace continued before abruptly stopped and feeling you pulsate around his length.

“Ah-ah. Don’t close your eyes. You need to watch how good you take it.” He reached a hand to your shoulder for more leverage. You slowly opened your eyes, whimpering from the pleasure and the need to cum.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.” He commented in a low whisper, thrusting into you again, only this time he went deeper, harder, and even a little faster.

You weren’t sure which of you were more needy.

“You’re so beautiful.” Changbin watched you in the mirror. Your moans became louder the closer your were about to orgasm.

You almost forgot what he said about repeating him when he stopped abruptly.

“I’m-I’m beautiful…” You repeated. He continued.

“A literal Goddess— Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned. His thrusts getting faster.

You grit your teeth, trying not to close your eyes as you felt yourself about to let go any minute now. It made your eyes water, but as you looked at yourself being fucked by him, you started to like how you looked.

“I’m a-a Goddess!” You bit your lip, only to moan louder. Changbin smirked, loving the way you were complimenting yourself— finally.

“That’s good, baby, keep doing that.” He cooed, He was satisfied. He was able to take your mind off of your insecurities and seeing you like this, writhed and moaning as he took you from behind? That was one of his favorites sights. “I’m so proud of you, beautiful.”

You were about to cum, feeling your walls contract and clench around him, hearing his groans and moans from the feeling of you on the edge.

You felt euphoric, keeping your eyes on the mirror and trying not to close them because you didn’t want him to stop. But then you did.

Changbin knew it was an involuntarily reaction— that you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes.

He continued, feeling himself about to cum after you. He wanted you to watch yourself cum though.

“Open your eyes, look. Don’t you agree you look pretty cumming?” Changbin was breathing heavily, almost panting as he kept his pace. You forced your eyes open, screaming out from your orgasm as you were cumming.

“Pretty, right? So fucking pretty.” Changbin felt his own orgasm wash over him and you continued to take him, smirking as you watched him in the mirror as he started to fall apart inside of you.

“Very pretty.” You commented, watching as he clenched his jaw and filled you to the brim with cum. He almost collapsed on top of you, had you not been on all fours.

He regained his composure and pulled out as cum dripped out of your hole seconds after.

“You did amazing as usual.” Changbin complimented as you had turned and sat, facing him. You were barely catching your breath.

“I could say the same for you.” Your smirk was still on your face, just as satisfied as he was. “Thank you for…” You paused, thinking of how to word your sentence.

“Thank you.” You settled, feeling a lot less insecure than you did before. Changbin smiled.

“Of course. I will always be here to remind you of how amazing you are.”

[glystenangel]

Hiiii i saw that your requests were open do u think you could write a fic about Gojo just like being the overall best boyfriend to the reader whos on her period, i guess i just need the comfort rn:)

Here for You

Gojo x Afab!Reader (Canon Universe)

tags/warnings: none, 100% fluff, bf/gf status, loveeee, period comfort, acts of service & words of affy, cuddling

summary: you're on ur period and gojo can't leave you alone

~1k words

thanks for requesting and enjoy<333

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Gojo stopped asking you what you needed a long time ago.

Now, he knows the exact answer, and he loves providing it.

“Feeling better?” Strands of white soften the bright azure of his eyes as he leans down.

You haven’t taken your gaze away from him since he began massaging your hands, sighing whenever he paused to soothe an unpreoccupied hand down your side.

“Yes.”

A small smile folds up the corner of his lips, but it’s the pleased look in his eyes that makes your heartbeat fasten.

“Good.” He says, kissing between your knuckles.

You don’t think you could ever bring yourself to stop loving him, he was too gentle with you. Almost as if he would break without you, so he had to be extra careful to not break you either. Being on your period meant your boyfriend’s natural inclination only increased tenfold.

“Can we go out to eat? I think I can get out of bed now.” You place a hand on his cheek, gesturing at your curled up position in bed with the other.

The large palm of Gojo’s hand cradles yours against his cheek, he leans into the touch with a thoughtful hum, and you can feel it travel down your wrist. 

“I don’t think so.” He finally says, an amused yet firm tone filling his cadence.

You roll your eyes, recognizing the protective stance of his shoulders. 

“I’m hungry.”

“Then tell me what you want to eat.” He clasps your hand more tightly to convince you, “I’ll go get it.”

Every word he says seems as though it was made to convince you that you are loved.

“Maybe my favorite?” You hesitantly mumble, running your thumb along the pale curve of his cheek.

“Done. Don’t move.” Gojo warns before getting up, keeping your hand in his as he rises to his feet from where he was sitting by you.

“I won’t.” You swing your still attached hands between you two and quietly add, “You would know anyway.”

You had tried to get up and brush your teeth by yourself this morning, and the moment he sensed that you were caught. Gojo lectured you the whole time he had carried you to the bathroom before setting you down and brushing your teeth for you.

The chuckle he lets out tells you that he remembers the entire, recent affair himself, “Okay, I’ll be right back. Text me if you want anything else, okay?”

Looking up at his tall figure, you run your eyes over every sculpted dip of his lips, his collarbones, and chin. Any movement he makes radiates grace and strength, but his actions were more kind around you. Sure, he was handsome and powerful, but he never made you feel like you were beneath him. Often, he told you that he looks up to you. That you keep him strong. Just thinking about how he adores you as much as you adore him makes your chest swell.

A beam adorns your face, the pain in your lower abdomen a distant background to the beat of your heart, “I love you.”

The reply is immediate and sincere, “I love you too.”

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As soon as Gojo returns and you both finish indulging in your favorite guilty pleasure meal, he decides that it’s time for cuddles.

You hate to admit it, but Gojo is the absolute best at cuddling.

Maybe it had to do with the massive size of his hands, or the way he would let his breath tickle your neck as he draped himself over you.

“I hate to see you like this.” He murmurs, chin cupped by your shoulder and his fingertips roaming along your waist.

“Me too. It’s gross, right?” You joke, laughing as much as your knotted insides will allow.

It ends up turning into a wince.

A displeased grumble escapes Gojo, and you feel your boyfriend’s chest press nearer to your back after he tightens his careful hold on you.

“You don’t have to pretend for my sake.” The words are subdued, and you feel his cheek brush against yours.

At that, you turn to face him, despite his tsks that you shouldn’t move if you’re in pain.

You ignore the protests, reaching for the side of his jaw with a tenderness you only reserved for each other, “You don’t have to either. Ever.”

He visually melts. The arch of his eyebrows relax, and he swallows, speechlessness occupying what minimal space rests between the two of you. The aquamarine shine of his eyes is full of an emotion you can name but don’t always have to put into words.

“When did you get so sweet? Hm?” Gojo rouses himself out of his brief stupor, pulling you in by your waist and lips curling into a teasing smirk.

“I’ve always been this sweet.” You cradle his face in your hands, earnestly smiling back at him.

“You’re right.” He easily admits, broadening his grin.

You tuck your face into his chest, sighing with more dissatisfaction than you actually felt.

“I’m tired.”

Gojo holds you in his embrace, his breathing even and steady, “You’ll be okay.”

You prop your chin up to look at him, “You think so?”

He kisses a spot by your temple and it feels like a streak of sun just warmed the skin there, “I know so. Remember, when you’re tired-”

“I have you.” You faintly interrupt, his subsequent laughter making his chest shake with the light sound.

“And when I’m tired?” He raises your chin again, flitting his vision all over your happy face.

It’s not a test, more of an encouraging prompt. A promise you have been sharing since you started dating.

“You have me.” You finish, and he settles your face into the nape of his neck.

That’s right, I’m here for you. I love you. The small gesture says, and you close your eyes, listening to that sweet reassurance until you fall asleep.

_________________ End Notes:

pretttyy short but I hope u like :)

also i know this is late so sorry if i missed the timing!!

[nadvs]

Okay i’m back😭

I love love loveeee the way rafe wanted to hear reader talk so he could fall asleep easier🥹 Reader immediately going to when she thought she heard ty laughing btw i am his biggest hater. never let me cross paths with him Rafe seeing her walk towards him and immediately getting up and pulling her to a private place so she’ll feel safe omgggg i might die idk😭 AND THE HUG KILLED ME him hugging her like his life depended on it 🥹🥹 When he opened up about why he never had a gf </3 like the poor baby just NEEDS someone to make him feel like his is capable of being loved omg. Him being worried about reader not wanting to go to the party and offering to stay with her, i need him BAD. When he asked if it was a bad thing not wanting to be reminded :(( I just wanna give him the biggest hug omg

now when reader found out he was in the car when his mom died… instant tears i’m not even lying :( I was already heartbroken of him losing the only person who was there for him and now i’m finding out he was there when it happened??? i knew you loved angst but damm😭😭💔

“You can tell me to go away,” you whisper against his back. “I promise I will if you want me to.”

You feel his chest filling and contracting with his harsh breaths. He hunches over, head in his hands.

“Go away,” he mutters. Just like when he was a kid. His voice is deeper now, but his words are the same.

This part broke my heart into a million pieces :(

You pace around the room, aching from the inside out. Right now, you don’t picture Rafe as the man he is, protecting you, carrying a gun. You picture the boy. At the beach. In the car. At the funeral.

IM NOT FORGETTING ABOUT THIS PART

She always saw him as the boy she grew up with and turned cold towards everyone, but now that she’s seen him vulnerable and now knows that he was there when his world got taken away?? He had every right to be like that, now she sees the little boy she grew up with who knew pain way too young.

omg i cannot explain how much i love you and the amount of talent you have☹️ i absolutely cannot wait for part 6 but please take your time and sorry this was so long lmao😭💕

-🌸

AAA FIRST OF ALL, trust me, you never need to apologize for a long message 🥹 feedback means the WORLD to me fr 😭 i put so much into my writing so every review makes me feel so happy!! THANK YOU for the time and effort you put into it 🥺

tysm!! i just loved the idea of them falling back into things they did as kids, down to her rambling to distract him when he doesn’t want to think 🥲 and now that they’re in each other’s lives again, having this intense pull to each other and him feeling protective over her i just 😩 i feel like he’s the type who cares hard.

i really went crazy with the angst, it’s true 🫣 the more i thought abt rafe’s characterization, the more i was like this boy is so broken… imagine the trauma that led him to be so angry and aggressive… and imagine someone knowing him and loving him before that trauma happened 😭

thank you sm my lovely 🌸 anon, I LOVE YOU 💘

[idontplaytrack]

Hi! I rewatched All Together Now today and im in need of a new amber appleton fic! maybe one where amber is shutting her gf (reader) out after her mom dies. eventually reader confronts her about it and amber finally drops the ‘everything’s fine’ facade and lets reader comfort her? thank you!

Everything’s fine

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, angst, fluff, mentions of death, periods, surgery

“You burned bright like a fire in the pouring rain. Those things I couldn’t explain, oh what I saw in you.”

— Feels Like Home, Auli’i Cravalho & Keegan DeWitt

“Amber.” You seethed.

“What?” She asked in response, tone matching yours.

“Amber, stop this.”

“Stop what?” Amber huffs.

“This! Keeping up with this ‘everything’s fine’ façade. You’re not fine.”

“Everything is fine.”

“Really?” You scoff, “Then can you tell me, why you have been deliberately ignoring me for the past month, when I talk to you it’s like you’re not even there. You look terrible and you are always falling asleep in class. What the hell is going on with you?”

“Why the hell are you so angry?” She snapped.

Your eyes widened, shock by her use of a profanity.

“I’m worried about you! You never tell me anything.”

She disagrees, “I tell you everything.”

“Everything?” You inhaled deeply, “Okay, Amber, so tell me. What has been going on with you? Don’t spare me any details.”

She was chewing on her lower lip, the anger and frustration in her gaze melting away into panic, then sadness. You too, began to get worried, your pettiness gone in the matter of seconds.

“How can I even tell you something like that?”

“Like what? Amber it’s okay, whatever it is, please. Just tell me, you don’t have to be going through that alone.” A soft sigh falls from your lips.

“y/n…” She takes in a shaky breath, “I can’t , I’m sorry. I can’t put that on you.”

“Amber.” You looked at her right in the eye, “We’ve known each other forever. Now’s not the time to do this to me— I’m worried about you, you’re going to break if you keep bottling it up.”

She’s already told you about her living situation and offered to let her stay with you — she rejected that offer. Multiple times, so you let that go. On the account that she’d talk to you whenever. Especially when she was in need of help.

She sniffed, fiddling with her fingers as she avoided your eyes, “Uh. My— my Mom she got into an accident a little while ago and she’s gone.”

Your heart sank to your stomach, your breath…it gets caught in your throat. Or rather, it felt like it just got sucked out of you. You quickly pulled her into a hug, seeing from her body language that she was about to cry any second.

“I told her not to go back there and she wouldn’t listen to me. I just don’t know what to do, everything’s been taken away from me. I just— I don’t feel like I’ve got any purpose being here.”

She’s has never been like this. Ever. And that’s what you were afraid of. Terrified, actually. You couldn’t lose her, no way.

“I know I’m just a friend, Amber. But I’ll always be here for you. That probably doesn’t mean much but I mean it. I’m serious, whatever it is, no matter where life takes us. I will always be here, right by your side. You’re a good person, Amber. Never forget that. You’ve helped so many people and we will never ever forget the selflessness and the kindness, the compassion and the encouragement you’ve shown and given to others all while you had so much to deal with.” You began, “You have a heart of gold.”

Amber exhales shakily, the air harshly expelling from her lips as tears streamed down her face. She breaks away from the hug.

“You’ve made an impact on so many people’s lives, some may not remember you but they will remember that act of kindness, the words you spoke. Parts of you will stay with them, it has stayed with me. I remember it all, like it was yesterday.” You chuckled at the end thinking about a particular memory.

She starts to look at you, so you reached out your hands and grabbed hers into your own.

“First grade, I’d just gotten back to school after a surgery. Was in a cast, couldn’t participate in P.E., my best friends forgot about me. I was a sad, sad six-year old. Well, it was you who came up to me, talked to me like you’ve known me all your life. I remember I was so happy that I finally had someone who wanted to talk to me, to play with me that I could cry.”

A smile starts to creep onto her face at the memory.

“You were…different than my old friends that treated me like I wasn’t there when I returned. You never made me feel bad about feeling excited for liking things that I like, you’ve actually been there for me. Like, remember when we were seventh grade? When I first got my period and I was so scared and clueless because no one taught me anything. You…you got me through that. You listen to me, you listen to me. I don’t even know what kind of messed up crap I’ve shared with you about my home life and you listened to all of that and comforted me. When we would be running around at the park or at the playground and I would trip and cry and you’d be there to help me up. I— my God, Amber.”

Amber squeezes your hands, brushing a thumb over your knuckles, “Of course. You’re my best friend.”

“I— I can’t lose you, okay? You’re my best friend, you’re the one person who’s been there and made it feel like everything’s fine when they might not have been. I need you. I don’t care if it’s selfish, I need you. I need my best friend.”

Amber was in tears again, just like you were now.

“Amber, will you promise me to try your best and never take your own—”

“I promise, that’s not something I should even be thinking about.” She nodded, “Ever. It was just in the moment of — y’know, frustration and anger at myself and everything.” Amber nodded firmly, sniffling.

“We’ll get through this, I promise. No matter how hard it gets, we will be okay.” You tell her, “It’s you and me against the world, Ams. You and me.”

“Oh, I’m so grateful for you, lovey.” She cups your cheek, stroking it with her thumb, “I’d be so lost without you.”

“And I’ll be a mess without you.” You chuckled tearfully, “Take it one day at a time, Amber. We’ll help each other. Deep breaths, we got this.”

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[ziracona]

Played Aways Sometimes Monsters. As is tradition, was telling my closest work friend the story when we had downtime at work. There’s three of us in the room, her, me, and the youngest staff member.

Anyway, I go through the whole thing—I got a book deal, but it comes and it’s only for me not my writing partner and me, so I cut him out like a scumbag. But I can’t deliver. I end up being dumped by my boyfriend, and can’t make rent, end up on the street for a night. I deserve this. Then my ex, the mothetfucker, less than a /year/ after our breakup, sends me an invite /to his WEDDING/. Like BRO?!? I mean you’re free but to /invite me/??? Like. Anyway, it’s also at my favorite venue ever? Insult to injury.

I’m like fuck it. I’m gonna go. This is some weird game to him? I’ll play.

I have to get money for a bus ticket though. Friend running a rock show is letting me roadie. His junky gf shows up, trying to give him heroine but he’s trying to go clean, so I flush it. She ends up in the hospital bc he breaks up with her though and then we’re scrambling to try and get this classist addict hating doctor to save her. We end up finding photos of him doing some shit and blackmail. Girl is okay, I pay for their rehab. I barely save enough to get my apartment back, have nothing for a ticket now though. My publisher check comes, and it’s for like 250 bc I am a fuckup who didn’t write the book. Call my publisher to cry about my ex and he’s like “okay I’m a sucker for drama” bc he’s the Regina George of everyone’s secrets and decides to help me get a gig to find the ticket. I break a case doing temp work for the news helping some people keep their apartments, and then make friends with this suicidal ex ad agency guy so I actually get a ride to the next few towns over—looking up, right? — okay but like. Shit just keep happening—oh and it’s worse right? My ex? When we were in college and best friends, Sam my writing partner, we were like “bro as long as we’re together it’ll be okay” like I’m the /worst/. He asked me to wingman a guy and I was like sure bro and I tried but the guy said he didn’t like Sam and liked me, and I passed bc bros before hoes, but he keeps coming back and I get stuck helping him set up a telescope during an asteroid shower and he kisses me and I don’t know at the time but Sam sees so yeah? The ex? It’s Sam’s crush. Like /literally/ what is wrong with me.

—anyway, I go through the story in this manner clear to ‘so the wedding invitation? Marcel - the ex - goes ‘I didn’t send it’ and Sam steps in and is like ‘I did!’ THATS WHO HES MARYING. And like I deserve it but damn. Anyway he’s got a book deal now with MY publisher Larry, a way better one, and is marrying my ex, and Sam is like “I couldn’t get married without my best friend ^u^” and I can’t tell if he’s fucking with me or God’s most oblivious man but I’m like ‘fair either way’ so I help him pick a suit for the wedding and we go to his bachelor party in Vegas. Right. Last day, my publisher is like ‘you know how I asked for the journal you keep bc I need /a/ book and I’m gonna make something out of it even if it sucks? We on?’ and I’m like ‘all yours bro.’ It’s my last shot at a career. End of day he gets it. and I’ve written a lot so fingers crossed. But anyway I can’t find Sam and I was blackout drunk last night but I’m up 600 so I hit blackjack *pause to explain to coworker how to play blackjack* go back to my room after some real once in a lifetime king shit wins, and Sam is tearing it apart and I’m like bro?! And he’s like “where is your journal!” And I’m like? And this guard comes in with a gun and we get taken to the back and apparently my boy got so black out drunk last night that he stumbled into the high stakes room and lost 10 thousand dollars and he’s like “please please I need your journal my advance from Larry is 10k and if I turn it in as my work, he gives it to me, and I give the Casino their cash, instead of getting shot” and I’m like I’m “THEY SHOOT CASINO THIEVES?” anyway like it would ruin my career to bail on Larry again but I’d do it for Sam, but I was /killing/ it in blackjack just now so I’m like ‘actually I’ll just pay’ bc I just won 30 grand in blackjack-‘

And the kid coworker gasps SO loud and I realize only here that everything I’ve said, me being as she knows, also a writer, is just /barely/ plausible enough that she, having missed the ‘so there’s this game’ part of the convo, thinks that I am both god’s worst scumbag friend who just came into 30k in Vegas, and that she has been party to the most scalding tea of her entire life the last hour

[lou-lj]

Hi! Could you do a imagine/blurb of reader Max’s gf defending Max when people at school find out that Max likes girls? Thank you so much! - N

As long as your save

Max Mayfield x fem reader

A/N: ok this is my first request so I’m a little nervous but I hope it turned out the way you warntet it to ;)

Summary: People find out that Max likes girls but gladly you’re there to save the day

Warnings: Homophobia/ (a little) Fighting/Blood

It was a Thursday morning, just like every other you had school and were supposed to meet up with your girlfriend, Max Mayfield in front of the entrance. Problem was, she was no where to be found. Maybe she was sick? She would have called you, but just to be sure you got to the phone outside the building.

Pushing some coins in, while looking nervously around, you dialed her number and waited for someone to pic up. It took a little and her mother answered. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Y/n I’m sorry to disturb you, but is Max at home just can’t seem to find her but maybe she’s just already in class.” “No Max went to school, I’m sure you’ll find her inside.” “Ok thanks, see you later.” “Bye” you hung up and looked around the parking lot again. Students began to walk inside, due to the classes starting in a few minutes.

Maybe she went to the toilet? You basically ran to the toilets but it seemed as no one was there. Some girls got outside as you walked in. Only the last cabinet was taken. You could hear quiet sniffles and when you bent over to look under the door, you saw the red vans of your girlfriend. Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you where holding, you stepped to the door. “Hey, Max, it’s me. Wanna open the door?” The door opened immediately revealing Max with tears streaming down her cheeks. You got in the stall and hugged her. Her face quickly buried itself into the your neck and her hands clenched on your shirt. You soothingly caressed her hair. And whispered some reassuring words, to calm her down.

“What happened love?” Her head liftet from your shoulder. And the worry in her eyes made you nervous. “They found out, they know that I like-“ another heart wrenching sob escaped her mouth. “Did they do anything to you?” You locked eyes with her and waited for her answer. “No, they they said some shit and took my skateboard.” You where furious, no one insults Max on your watch. “Let’s skip the first two periods and in lunch break I have a little chat with them, get your board back, ok?” She nodded but was definitely unsure about the whole situation.

“They are back there, but don’t do anything stupid please.” She pointed at the table with a few guys one year older that you. “Sure” you said already walking over to them. Stopping at their table, they looked up to you confused “Give me the board.” You said coldly to the one who had it laying next to him. They looked surprised “Is she your little girlfriend or what?” He snickered, while you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “You like to bully girls that are younger than you? Afraid others will kick your ass?” You saw how the smile got whipped off his face. He stood up and swung the board onto the ground breaking it in half. You picked it up as he knelt next to you. “Have fun with it and your little gay friend. Did you know she’s one of those people? Disgusting right? It’s-“ before he could continue to speak you smashed the skateboard against his head knocking him to the ground. You threw it away and started to punch him while he looked up at you with shook. Blood came out of his nose and his lip was smeared with some too.

A teacher got you off him “Miss Y/l/n what do you think your doing?!” Her shill vice echoed through the lunch hall. Max came running to you, pushing her way through the people standing near by. “Y/n!”

Next thing you remember is sitting in front of the principal, the boy next to you. “I am very disappointed. Both your parents are already informed. You,” he pointed at the boy, “get detention. And you,” now directing his eyes to me, “You get expelled for five days. Think about what you did.” You nodded slowly. “You’re dismissed. Your parents need to sign this and tell them I want to see them tomorrow.” He said to you giving you a formula.

As soon as he finished you stood up and got out of the building. Max was already waiting for you. “My moms at work, let’s go to my place.” She said while hugging you. “I was so worried for you, don’t do that again!” She scolded you, hitting your shoulder lightly. “I’m sorry about the board.” She huffed, inspecting your bloody knuckles “I don’t care about the damn skateboard, as long as your ok.”

[charlykingbishop]

Your Birthday with Kate Bishop

Brief Description: It’s your (r) 24th birthday, and your GF KB wants it to be special. A little romantic ficlet in an alternate universe where you live in new york and kate’s your gf.

Warning: smutty towards the end. You’ve been warned!! No minors pleaseeeeee. cigarette smoking, cursing, mentions of violence

A/N: I’m in love with Kate and had to express it. I’m not a huge MCU fan(yet), so please forgive me if something doesn’t seems wacky and non-canon. This is just some smutty/fluffy love dovey stuff. :)

A/N 2: If this gets a decent response, I may write up more of a backstory/plot to the reader-Kate story. Could be a multi-chapter romance fic in the works. Time will tell!

A/N 3: I highly recommend listening to the songs I mention while reading. For fun :) And, if you haven’t been to New York, some of the spots are a quick google image search away.

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You woke up gently, the heat of the sun warming your skin first. It was a hot morning in July. A few car honks are heard in the distance. And it happened to be your 24th birthday. 

You dozed back to sleep, and a half hour later, the smell of espresso drifting to your nostrils, you stir in bed. You browse your phone, replying to the deluge of "happy birthday!" texts and memes.

"There she is", Kate Bishop says, wearing an athletic tank top and sweats, hair tied up in a bun. A bit of her eye makeup smudged beneath her eyes. A coffee in hand. 

"Good morning" you smile, feigning exhaustion, rolling down into the sheets. 

She puts the coffee down on the side table fand climbs on top of the bed and over you, your weak arms no match for her toned ones. She kisses your forehead and cheeks, quickly.

"Happy birthday, baby", she says in the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You try to push her off, self conscious for having not brushed your teeth yet. 

"Thank you and get off me, I'm gross right now" you protest and she wrestles you down. 

"You know I don't care" and she kisses you squarely on the mouth. But, knowing your anxiety could get the best of you, she respects your space and lets you stand up.

You stand up and stretch, a bit dizzy from the kiss and standing up too fast, you’re not exactly sure which one at this point. Of course, she catches you, and dips you down as if you were dancing.

"Careful, we got a big day ahead of us. Surprise in the kitchen once you're ready". she gives you a peck on the cheek and skips out of the room.

You smile and head to the bathroom to get ready. 

You head to the living room and are immediately greeted by a room full of happy birthday balloons, purple, black, and white. Some were floating up to the ceiling and the rest were scattered all over the ground.

"Katie...what's all this?!" You shake your head, dazzled by your sweetheart of a girlfriend. 

"So it turns out blowing up balloons is way harder than it appears. I ran out of helium so the ones on the ground are all from right here, baby! Straight from the heart..er..straight from the lungs. OK, that's weird to say. Straight from the chest" She bangs on her chest. "Ow"

"You're such a dork"

"That I am. Okay come here, I made you something"

She covers your eyes with her hands and walks you over to the kitchen table.

"Don't peek"

You open your eyes and its a breakfast platter. Complete with pancakes, muffins, a fruit plate, a parfait, and, your favorite, two eggs with a strip of bacon in a smiley, and a cut up orange with some freshly squeezed orange juice. 

Kate grabs an orange, puts it in her mouth and smiles. 

"Cheeseeee" she says, the orange slice covering her teeth. How this dork saved the city multiple times was beyond you. 

"Babe you're clinically insane. I can't believe you did this. How early did you get up?" It was only 8 am, and this must have taken her at least a few hours. 

"It didn't take long at all!"

"Kate." you give her an unconvinced look. 

"I got up....an hour ago?" she says, knowing you didn't believe it. 

You lift an eyebrow and smirk.

"Okay, three hours ago. But that's not the point!" She pulls you into her lap to sit by the table. "It's my baby's birthday....of course I went all out. Eat up!"

She watches you, eyes wide and face full of anticipation before your first bite of the pancakes and muffins she made from scratch, as evidenced by the flour on her forehead and mess of a kitchen.

“Do you want some?” you ask, mouth full.

“I’ve only got one fork”

“Kate, what the fuck?”

“I’m one person!”

"I'm one human. You can't expect me to eat all this by myself" you say between bites. 

"No no, But I just want to see your reactions! Is it good??"

You roll your eyes and continue to eat.

"Uh huh. You want a bite?"

You cut a piece of the pancake and bring the fork to her mouth.

"Okay wow, turns out I'm not just a badass archer but ALSO a great cook. You bagged a baddie."

"I'm well aware"

You continue like this, feeding each other while you sit on her lap. Local news is on in the background and you eat, you feeding Kate a grape every so often without turning away from the screen. 

"A woman was attacked in the subway early this morning while returning home from work. The 32 year old Bronx resident was found..."

Current events of the world were always disheartening. You look at Kate, her expression somber. This was one of the things you loved most about your hero. She cared deeply about everyone, everything she did. She wanted to do whatever she could to help people.

**Two years ago**

You were working in a small, west village café to pay your way through undergraduate. Studying in Manhattan was no easy task if you don't take money from your parents. One cold evening, a disheveled black haired girl wearing a grey check overcoat came into the store around closing time. 

"Hey.  I live right down the street, I'm here all the time, I have a punch card and everything" she says, breathless.

"I-" you stutter.

"Listen I have to leave this bag here for a minute. I swear I'll be back in 5 minutes, just finishing something up" Kate says, halfway out the door

"We're clo-" you start and are interrupted

"THANK YOU! I'll be right back"

You stand there confused, an expensive Mr. Porter Nylon Duffle Bag next to you with the initial's K. Bishop embroidered in purple on the side. Clearly, this Bishop girl came from wealth and didn't give a rat's ass if this bag was stolen. She had no reason to trust you, and you could have easily pawned just this bag for a grand, let alone whatever was inside. The thought crosses your mind, but you were honestly too chicken to follow through. Kate. What a weirdo.

She returns, two hours after closing. And thanks you profusely for your help. You don't ask too many questions, but she asks if she can buy you dinner to pay you back. You later find out it was just a bag of her arrows and archery gear, which she left to go fight some enemies with Clint. The rest was history.

**Present** 

You continue to watch Kate, watching the TV transfixed.  

"A disastrous fire takes the life of a young family of four"

"Family freezes to death in winter storm"

"Gregory H. Watts, CEO of premier venture capital firm GW Ventures indicted in money laundering scheme"

She sighs against your shoulder. 

"Hey, stay with me, we can change the channel" you tuck one of her long locks which broke free from her bun behind her ear and change the channel to Bravo to watch some housewives re-run.

"I just feel like no matter what we do...people are just going to keep getting hurt. Whether I'm there or not, whether there's a cause or not. I can't...Clint can't...The avengers can't stop all of it." 

You kneel on the ground next to her. 

"Kate. I know you're a hero, but you're also a person. We're still so young. And you've done so much good for the world already. You've saved lives. How many twenty-four year olds can say that? I certainly can’t"

She smiles lightly but you see her eyes glistening. 

"I don't want to sound like a nihilist, but as long as people are people..there's always going to be darkness in the world. All we have to do is hope, slowly but surely, we can balance it out by the best we can. And not lose ourselves in the process." You hold both of her hands and kiss the knuckle of her index finger. 

"Not to mention, you're literally the new Hawkeye. You're setting a good example for so many young people." Another kiss on her palm. "You inspire everyone. You inspire me." You gaze at her, hoping she feels the truth in what you're saying. 

Kate smiles through her tears, clearly cheered up. "I'm everyone's Hawkeye. I'm your Kate". she says softly and pulls you back into her lap.

"You're my baby girl" you say to her and she nuzzles into your shoulder. 

Kate exhales and you keep eating, the mood back to lighthearted in no time. 

"Okay. I have SO much more planed for today it's not even funny how late we are" the brunette states, standing up.

You smile and get ready with Kate. You were much shorter than her, so you couldn't wear all of her clothes but some key pieces were in your heavy rotation including an oversized jean jacket and her aviators. 

You wear a tank top with push-up bra, an a-line skirt and stan smiths.  You'd been working out a lot in anticipation of the summer. You stand in front of the mirror adding some jewelry and light mascara. Kate comes up behind you at the mirror, pressing herself to your toned bum, kissing your neck, and grabbing your right boob.

"You tease"

"I thought you said we were late..." you say, teasing her

"We are. But you look so good like this. You're torturing me" she says, smelling your hair and grinding against you.

You loved that by dating Kate, you knew what turned her on. Gold hoops. Your hair up. Nail polish. Tight skirts. Your visible cleavage and your décolletage. Perfume at the nape of your neck. Rings. She wouldn't say it, but Kate liked to fuck girly girls. Everything was on today and you smirked, proud of your work. 

You knew how sexual she was. And boy, she had an incredibly high sex drive. Two years in and the girl was still horny all the time. Oftentimes when you'd be away only for a few days, you'd find her masturbating to photos of you and her.

 For her last birthday, you essentially did not leave the bed. Well, the metaphorical bed. You did fuck in a pool, on the kitchen table, on the floor, and basically any other surface you could find. She was an expressive, vulnerable, lover. Completely uninhibited when she came. You loved her vulnerable like that. You loved feeling sexy and desired. 

You turn around and kiss her. You make out for a few seconds, you see a flush developing along her neck. And then she stops you, your own center throbbing in anticipation. 

"But you're right."  She exhales deeply, trying to slow her pulse rate. "As much as I want to fuck you. Patience is a virtue baby. We are late." she smiles mischievously, and you place your tongue in your cheek and raise your eyebrows, genuinely shocked that Kate could stop herself. 

You grab her denim jacket, which smelled like her perfume Moro Dabron, and you two were out the door.

The first stop on the birthday day was SoHo. Kate checked her phone notes

"Okay, we're going to make up for lost time now. Here we are"

You hated to admit it, but you loved fancy clothes. You could be vain when you wanted to be. Kate always had money and designer things were nothing new to her. Her gifts to you were luxurious, although you got the sense she didn't even look at price tags when buying things. In fact, on your first date, she wore gucci loafers, and designer ripped jeans. You’re sure her outfit cost as much as your rent. 

To you, though, these were unattainable luxuries. You developed your taste slowly, over time, coveting pieces of your bosses and richer coworkers. You would never imagine buying any of these things. But-- it was fun to try things on. As a Bishop, Kate easily got private dressing rooms.

"I picked these out for you" Kate comes back to the dressing room with a pile of clothes. A leather skirt, a strapless plum dress, a denim skirt, a white suit. She brought some clothes for herself as well, and she dressed more androgynous than you did. You try on the dress, carefully noting her eyeing you as you put it on. Horndog. 

"How do I look?" she says, hands displaying her denim shirt. She looked like a cowboy and you laugh.

"Like a million dollars." and she smiles, straightening her posture with pride. You knew she liked feeling strong. Clothes were power.

"With the smile though?? Phew" you puff your cheeks and exhale. "A billion. Probably what that costs."

"Yeah? Think I should get it?"

"Whatever you like babe"

"No- whatever YOU like. Pick something and it's yours" She says nonchalantly. still fixing the buttons on her sleeve.

"Very funny, Kate"

"No, I'm serious. C'mon it your birthday. Please let me get you something"

You hesitate. You'd never want Kate to think you're with her for her money. She was so much more than that. You love Kate for Kate, not for the Bishop or Hawkeye name.

"I really don't want anything. I just wanna be with you today"

"And I really wanna bend you over in this dress" she says, hands fully roaming across the front of the dress. 

"Something tells me you had ulterior motives with this dress choice"

"Can neither confirm nor deny"

The archer pouts and gives you a kiss in the dressing room. It's surrounded by mirrors and jokingly she looks up, hands still on your ass. 

"Wow, wouldn't this be a great place to record our sex tape?" 

You audibly laugh out loud and punch her in the shoulder. She bought the dress anyway.

You CitiBike up to the next place in no time: Central Park. 

"You've really never done this before?" you say, shocked that a New Yorker could go this long without taking a row boat ride on “the Lake”. It was a high school dating rite of passage. 

"I was saving it for someone special" Kate says sheepishly, the first shy thing she's said all day. 

"Did you bring some wine? Cause that was way too cheesy"

She sticks her tongue out at you. But, also a small flask from her napsack. 

"In fact, dear girlfriend of mine, I did pack some.....Rosé all day babyyyy" she exclaims, and a few tourists on the sidelines turn their heads

"Pipe down Bishop. You're gonna get us kicked off these boats" you plead

"'Rosé all day babyyy'" she repeats, almost whispering. 

You take a swig, the wine a refreshing respite from the sweltering day.  You pass it to her and she takes one, and starts rowing. You pick up an oar. 

"Nope. Not happening. Put it down. This is the benefit of an archer girlfriend. Plus, you weigh like, 12 pounds. Relax and enjoy"

You smile and lean back, letting Kate have her moment. She plays a song on her phone called "All I want" by Anna of the North.

All I want, is your love and emotion All I want, is your warmth and devotion

Her muscle tee revealed her strong, sculpted shoulders. You two row along the lake, lackadaisically enjoying the slow summer day. You stare at her, buzzing. You can tell she feels you staring at her though she's looking away. 

"What?" she says, blushing. She worked up a little sweat from rowing in the hot sun. 

"I would do anything in the world with you...but this might be my favorite" you say out loud, the wine heady and affecting you. You must have been dehydrated. The raft is paused, and you two look at each other from opposite sides of the boat.

"Mine too" She states.  A beat passes. "Well, actually, not my favorite favorite, but a close second" she says, grinning.

You roll your eyes. Your girlfriend was an insane goof. 

A couple of hours later, you're holding hands outside Big Gay Ice Cream in the west village. You opted for a cone of their rocky road and she got the Dorothy.

Her phone rings. Clint Barton. 

"Gah I thought I put this on do not disturb, what the hell. Give me a sec babe" and Kate hands you her cone and licks her thumb where some ice cream dripped. 

"You better be dying Clint, you know it's my girlfriend's birthday" she smiles at you. 

You look down while she replies and have a bite of her ice cream. Something you realized would have been utterly gross with anyone else but was intimate with someone you love.  You stare into the west village streets, content you can hold your girlfriend's hand in peace. 

"Wait wait WAIT. back up, hold on. You're talking too fast" she plugs her ear with her finger. She mouths "one sec" and turns away from the noisy street. You kick your sneakers against the pavement, double fisting and catching any drips from both cones. 

Her phone conversation continues. You hear bits and pieces of the call, and it didn't sound good. 

"But how..."

"When did they- "

A minute or so passes. Kate looks much more somber. 

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." she hangs up. 

"What's wrong?" you state. You were used to this. Kate's line of work was erratic and with organized crime, there's no halting for superhero's girlfriend's birthdays.

"I-- we're not exactly sure. Yelena's been kidnapped. We think it's the tracksuits again. I'm-" she starts choking up a bit. 

"Kate. Go. Please. They need you"

She looks at you, her deep blue doe eyes full of guilt. 

She purses her lip for second and considers staying. Ultimately, she nods and kisses your forehead, jetting off in the opposite direction. As your tears slip, you're so grateful you wore her aviators.  

Luckily, being alone is second nature. Kate was busy, whether she was working for her mom at Bishop Securities or literally saving the world. You entertain yourself for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, 

11:09 PM

You're 4 episodes into watching the new season of The Bachelor, oddly invested. Lucky is lazing on your lap, and you two were having a cozy evening. Sure it wasn't a birthday extravaganza, but you knew it came with the territory.

Besides- despite knowing how inane and staged this show was, you could get into it rather quickly. You let it slide since it's your birthday. 

"What the hell? Jessica of all people? She's so two-faced. isn’t that right, lucky? " He barks and you scratch behind his ear. He just gets it. 

There's a rustling at the door. Instinctively, you grab the knife you keep with you since you've been attacked at home on multiple occasions before. Kate stumbles in and you drop the knife. She's in her hawkeye uniform now. 

"Baby I'm so sorry" she says, and places a few bags in her hand on the counter, along with some flowers and her bow and quiver. 

She approaches you and kisses you deeply, resting her forehead on yours. 

"Don't be sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" you grab her hands and notice some small wounds, so you kiss them tenderly. 

"It's all okay. We beat them again. Yelena's safe." She breathes. "I'm just so sorry I had to go..I missed your birthday evening. And I had so much planned." she starts rambling, something that happens when she gets panicked. "We were going to go dance and go to dinner and I had this whole romantic night planned and now its ruined" she starts full-on crying. "And now I'm crying and making it worse" she says between sobs.

"Baby, baby. BABY. breathe. Look at me". You angle your face so you're in her eye line. "Everything's okay. I'm safe, you're safe." 

"But our night...your birthday..." a tear trickles down her cheek and you kiss it away, tasting salt and blood from a wound on her face. 

"Were you planning on this being the last one we spend together? Are you planning on dumping me anytime soon?" You're holding her face, smiling and try to get her to laugh.

"No...of course not..." she lightens up. 

" C'mon baby girl. Let's get you cleaned up."

Kate washes up and comes back to the living room, but she's holding your all-time favorite, vanilla cannoli cake from Ferara's with a single candle in the middle.

"Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear Y/N...happy birthday to you" she sings. Her voice was beautiful.  "No birthday's complete without a cake"

"Thank you, Katie" You state as she feeds you a bite, and then smears a bit on your lips and nose.

"Oh sorry that was an accident". The archer does it again, but this time there's even more cake. "Oh that too, god I'm just SO clumsy" She states, and licks her fingers knowingly. 

"Let me help you with that" she states, voice husky now. 

You laugh as she kisses you, her lips and tongue tickling you as she gets the frosting off your face and slides her hands under your shirt.

"I'm sorry -- were you not just emotionally distraught and crying a minute ago?!?" you say, hoping the joke lands and doesn't upset her.

"Yeah well" she kisses your neck and palms your breasts over your shirt. "I was in the bathroom washing up and remembered this morning. AND Now I'm horny. Besides" she kisses again "it's your birthday...you know what that means"

She leans over to her phone which is hooked up to the Bluetooth speaker in the room and presses play. Jeremih's Birthday Sex starts blaring out, and you almost roll off the couch laughing. 

She sings along with the words and continues to make out with you, her large hands everywhere at once. Yours are lost in her gorgeous hair. 

It's your birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip mo-eezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out

You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl

At that last line, she grinds into you and you feel she's packing. You audibly gasp, realizing she must have put it on after her shower. 

"All for you" she says in your ear. "You've been such a good girl today. Thank you baby". She takes your bottom lip in her mouth, biting down. Your whole body is ablaze and you feel yourself getting wet. She tugs at your tank and its off in a second. Your bra's been off for the whole evening.

"Easy access, I like this" she kisses between your breasts and licks a line up to your pulse point, kissing and sucking until you start to grind your hips into her, desperate for some friction. 

"Let's take this to the bedroom" she states matter-of-factly. She picks you up, bridal style, and places you on the bed. She's put some rose petals on the duvet and has lit two candles. The speakers continue to blare, and Kate's sex playlist has clearly been updated recently. 

"Candles? Daddy's a sap" you tease. You try to remain composed and witty while being incredibly turned on. 

She chuckles, her voice low still.

"Call me daddy again" she says, sliding her pants down to reveal herself. She continues to make out with you and travels down, kissing along your belly and thighs. She exhales over your center, and you need her mouth. You look down and she's smiling, kissing your inner thighs and playing with your pubic hair. "I didn't hear you little girl"

"Daddy..please touch me..." you say, strained

"Since you asked so nicely". she proceeds to eat you out, and it's only a matter of minutes before you're seeing stars.

Not even close to done, she lets you come down from your high and starts to tease your entrance with the strap. You know she's enjoying it, the power play being her favorite dynamic in the bedroom. 

She puts a finger inside you and you reflexively clench. She groans.

"Fuck baby...and I'm the horny one?" She adds another finger. 

"Kate bishop...you better fuck me now" you say, sick on the teasing. 

"With pleasure"

She's so turned on and the restraint in her face is turning you on even more. She enters you, gently at first and then starts to rhythmically fuck you, watching your face for reactions and changing her pace accordingly. She puts you to the side and holds your leg up, your favorite position. She's a giver, pounding you, and she's so focused on making you cum. And you do. again and again. and again. 

Some hours later, Kate rolls over next to you. Her neck, face. and chest are completely flushed. She's sweating and her hair is slick and stuck to her forehead. It's dark in the bedroom, the candle almost out, and she scoots over to lay her head down in your lap.

You sit up, and take a cigarette and lighter out of the side drawer. You take a deep drag and exhale away from Kate. You weren't a smoker, but this was a special occasion. There were certain situations where cigarettes after sex were just warranted. 

You lazily play with Kate's hair, damp with sweat, brushing it out of her hair and massaging her scalp. 

"Baby...I really love...sex" Kate says, half asleep. You can't help but smile at your archer. 

"I know you do." you laugh and kiss her ear. You take another drag.

"Did that feel good? Anything I can do better next time?" Kate says. Your heart flows with tenderness for the girl. She's half asleep, spent from fucking you senseless, asking for constructive feedback. 

"It was amazing. You are amazing " you continue to run your fingers through her hair. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for the evening" she says

"Don't be a moron. Every day with you is my birthday. I love you so much "

"I love you too"

-END-

[svnarintaro]

hi! could u pls write how kuroo,bokuto,semi and oikawa would react to going to the beach with their gf and teammates and getting jealous when everyone’s staring at her in bikini?💖

kuroo, bokuto, semi and oikawa getting jealous at the beach 

a/n: i wrote this on the way home from my camping trip :( it was so much fun !

kuroo tetsuro

- he is a 'look don't touch' kinda' guy

- like he is eating up how good you look in swimwear

- like it takes a lot for you to make him jealous cause i feel like he really trusts you

- he may have patience of steel with strangers looking at you but if the team of nekoma comes he is keeping an eye out

- he just gets super clingy and his hands tend to wander

- when it comes down to it he will just pick you up over his shoulder and walk away

- he is just super assertive but he will show off that you belong to him

kuroo was just plain annoyed. it takes a lot for him to get annoyed but whatever his team was doing, they were doing a wonderful job pissing him off. "tetsu~ you won't have fun if you just sit there doing nothing.." you pleaded as you tried to pry your boyfriend off his towel. you looked absolutely stunning to him, he loved how the swimsuit made you look even more perfect than you already were but the thing that made him mad was not only were strangers staring at you but his teammates were too.

"kitten can you see i'm having fun here? i'm having tons of fun hanging around the millions of sand grains up my butt crack." he joked around to try and make you happy, but lev came up behind you and asked you if you wanted to go swimming with him and yamamoto. through the process their eyes were busy taking in how your body looked, how the swimsuit showed some of your best assets. the feeling of his own teammates were checking out his girlfriend so he did what he thought was necessary, he picked you up and walked towards to the concession.

"kuroo! let me down now!" you screamed as kuroo hummed a little tune to pretend to not notice you yelling at him to put you back on the ground. "man the weather is kinda beautiful, don't you think kitten?" kuroo played around with his words and let you down when your feet finally met the ground you had a massive frown on your face. "listen kitten i am doing what any jealous boyfriend would do when they have eyes on their precious girlfriend." you were hooked on one word, "wait your jealous?!" "yeah and what about it kitten you got a problem 'bout that cause we can handle that issue right here right now."

bokuto koutaro

- he doesn't really get jealous

- he gets protective

- like he will just hug you and cover your front side as he gets a towel to cover your back

- like he won't even notice which is the cutest part

- he like puffing his chest a little like a little bird when he wants you your attention

- please let his head when he wants your attention he just has the same smile he has when he spikes a ball

- he just has a pout to guilt trip people into stopping

you put on a cute bathing suit underneath some regular clothing to the annual fukurodani beach outing that bokuto would never stop talking about. you finally got a breath of fresh air when you arrived to the beach, when bokuto faw you he ran up to you and pointed out his lovely swim trunks which had flamingos on them, "me and akaashi found them at the mall and i got them to show you!" he bounced up and down with the endless amount of energy he had.

you squealed in the inside, "bokuto is just too cute' you thought as you watched him run off tot he bathroom. once you got your towel on the sand and sandals off you took off your hoodie and shorts to reveal the swimsuit you got. konoha just widened his eyes and dropped a ball as he turned to ask you you brought any snacks. bokuto was still in the bathroom, "konoha are you okay?" you asked as you tried to think of why konoha has a blush on his face. "suit. cute. you. hehe.." he tried to speak but he malfunctioned.

bokuto noticed his team mate staring so he did the only rational thing he could think of; he came up to you and hugged you. with his broad chest in your face you looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face. you sighed and brought your hands to his neck, "thank you kou, you're like my hero," you laughed out a bit and smiled. bokuto's chest puffed up a little as a sign of pride and he tightened his grip and held you for while.

semi eita 

- pretty boy is mad

- like pissed

- not at you but at everyone

- he is calm but i feel like he is a person fully cuddle with you to bring the message that you're taken

- jealousy is something that semi feels cause he really feels like he will lose you

- the only thing that will turn this around will be a kiss

- like on the cheek or lips take your pick

- maybe a jealous make out session if he really is mad ;)

tendou was really getting bored, he tried to play a prank on ushijima and that didn't work. shirabu was away cause he had a cold so he did the only thing he had in mind, get semi mad. you were brought along cause you were the manager of the team but you were also dating semi, so tendou skipped along the sand trying not to kick it in anyone's direction but he got to you. you were standing around the umbrella helping make some food. tendou has this little smirk as he eyed semi.

"y/n~ has anyone told you absolutely tantalizing you look in that bathing suit of yours?" tendou started his line of compliments that were bound to make semi mad. "awe thank you tendou.. um? your shorts look pretty nice to me." you smiled as you questioned his words, you knew something was up but you didn't know wether he was pranking you or someone else. "i'm serious~ semi is one lucky person to have someone who looks like yo-" then you felt arms sneak around your waist and a head resting on your shoulder.

"ouu hi hi semi semi!" tendou waved to the mad boy leaning on you. a huff escaped his mouth as semi asked if you could be excused cause he had an issue that involved you, and proceeded to drag you away from tendou and behind a large tree. "so semi wha-" that was when you felt a pair of lips pressed against yours, you could feel the jealousy seeping through him so you returned the kiss but semi wanted more, he picked up one of your legs and pressed you against the tree and grabbed the other leg. he started to nibble on the bottom lip leaving you breathless and both of your lips pink. "hey there my jealous boyfriend that i love so much~" you teased as semi pressed another kiss onto your lips and you felt him smile a little bit knowing that you were all his.

oikawa tooru

- super whiney about it

- demands that you wear a jacket

- he throws a tantrum like a child

- like he will pout until he gets what he wants

- will make grabby hands at you whenever he is in your field vision

- always approach a jealous oikawa with a hug or he will be the prettiest little jerk

- he wants you to know that he loves you and wants you to love him back just as much as he loves you

all day the seijoh team was trying to calm oikawa down, he was playing volleyball like a madman and spiking the ball with all of his might. the reason was because you were talking to another boy while you were setting up the table where you brought an assortment of fruits for the team. "oikawa can you calm down a bit? even mad dog is getting a little scared.." makki quietly asked the captain who was pissed out of his mind. you were his and only his, and he hates when people let their eyes wander all over you especially when you are wearing a bathing suit like that.

when the game was over with oikawas team winning by a landslide he stomped over to you with fists closed and pout ready. you looked over to oikawa and he reached out to you, opening and closing his hands to urge you to come to him. you said thank you to the stranger that helped you and ran into oikawas arms. "hey there prince charming~" you smiled as you rubbed you hands on his back feeling the muscles that resided there. "princess... can you please wear my jacket or something?" his played with the bottom of your bathing suit. "but don't you like my bathing suit?" you asked as you looked down at yourself.

"no! it's not that it's just.." he looked around at the amount of males that were around, "i'm scared other guys will like your outfit too much.." he pouted, you shook your head at how silly his reaction was. so to tend to that you went ahead and kissed his lips, "i was seeking your approval dummy," oikawa smiled and turned a little, "i'm dummy thicc." he wiggles his eyebrows, "you're built like a cereal box honey.."

[yoooespinosa]

hi! i don't know if you write for cedric diggory but i saw in your post that it could be any pair (and also because i love your writings!!). so if it's okay with you, can i please request cedric x ravenclaw!reader. where the reader feels insecure around ced because she's the new gf and is a bit jealous of cho (because they're both in ravenclaw), so ced comes and reassures her that she has nothing to worry about.

a/n: Thank you for your request! Definitely got off track lol.

Ordinary, that’s how you would describe yourself while looking in the mirror. No matter how many times you pinched your cheeks for a flush, pluck your eyebrows or even lather your face in expensive face masks, you couldn’t help but feel ordinary.

You see a dull girl looking back at your reflection, what could you possibly have to offer?

Bringing your face closer to the other you, you try and look. To look and see what he can possibly see.

No matter how hard you search, you find nothing. You sigh, a pout to your lips.

“What’s wrong?” A gentle voice interrupts your heavy observation. “You’ve been staring at yourself for close to an hour.”

You almost groan, you must look like a weirdo.

You turn to face the girl that was leaning against the door frame that leads into your shared bathroom.

She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful, her eyes, her hair, her cheekbones, the shape of her lips, even her voice was beautiful. Cho had to be perfect. It didn’t help that she had such a good heart.

She was so perfect, you wanted to strangle her. How could Cedric, your beautiful boyfriend, go after you when he had a girl like Cho before?

You couldn’t possibly comprehend it.

You open your mouth to answer her, but then cut yourself off. “Nothing important.”

You pass by her concerned gaze, heading to your bed, letting your insecurities run wild once your head hits the pillows.

If you had stayed any longer you might have asked something stupid like, “am i pretty?” and you didn’t need the possibility of your fears being confirmed.

Cedric and Cho had broken up a year ago. They both agreed they were better off as friends. A few months after their breakup, he took a liking to you. He did everything in his power to win your affections, it was easy to fall for him. Cho had been supportive of it too, even helping him woo you.

So you don’t know why you have these doubts, even when your months in with Cedric.

You’re not even sure when you started the comparison of yourself. Always questioning everything you did, ‘Did Cho do this?’ or ‘Did he prefer to do this with Cho, rather than you?’

You even started comparing yourself to all the other girls that still shamelessly flirted with Cedric. Knowing he was taken didn’t seem to stop them. It didn’t help that even they were beautiful. You were scared that maybe one day he’d see it too and leave you for them. Or realize he made a mistake with breaking things off with Cho.

You felt like a shadow compared to him, Cho and every other pretty girl that glanced his way. You felt as if you were watching him live his life, while you sat quietly, watching for a little tell sign of his doubts of you.

But he gave away nothing. He gave you everything though. He gave you his love and you wondered why that wasn’t enough to kill those running thoughts.

He looks at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. Yet, you still tear yourself apart every night. Thinking of solutions on how you can just be better. You pick yourself apart, until your numb.

You fell asleep with the echo of your unanswered why’s.

“Ready?” Cedric asks, taking a hold of your hand.

You hum in agreement, letting him pull you up.

You both just finished lunch and planned on heading to his dorm to hang out there. You hadn’t brought up any of the thoughts that were burning through your skull the other night and you didn’t plan to.

You focused on the path ahead, not noticing the stolen glances from the boy next to you.

Entering his dorm, you both take off your shoes and place them next to the door. You put your bag down and just take in the room. Trying to let the familiar space sooth your nerves.

“You’ve been feeling alright?” He asks, looking at you through his lashes.

“Fine.” Nodding your head, but you think the bags under your eyes speak a different truth.

“Cho’s been telling me that you’ve seemed off,” He paused, then adding “lately.”

You faintly wondered why he said it like that, but inwardly shaking it off as you processed his words.

“You and Cho talk about me?”

You wanted to ask that they talked in general, but you knew they did. You weren’t sure why the thought filled you with a sense of dread, why your chest compacted in with it.

That little voice in your head was making up all these sinful scenarios, flashing before your eyes that you almost felt like you were going to be sick.

“We’re friends,” He says gently, almost like he sees how fragile you are, how one wrong word could be the downfall. “she’s your friend also. And she’s just been a little concerned.”

You chewed on your lip, cutting up your gums, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret after. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

He sighs and stares at you for a second longer, it seemed like he was searching for something that you weren’t sure you wanted him to find, so you turn your eyes away.

You heard his footsteps walking to the other side of his bed, followed by the sound of his drawer opening.

“Here,” You looked up to find him holding a brown cable knit sweater, your favorite one he owned.

It brought a small smile to your face, making an ounce of relief flood his chest.

You mumbled your gratitude, then taking your leave to the restroom to change. A shadow fell over his eyebrows, you’d always just change in front of him.

He didn’t linger on the thought for too long once he heard the click of the door and your light footsteps.

You made your way to his bed, gently prying the sheets open and sinking into the warmth. You turned your back towards him, closing your eyes, and letting the sound of the changing of his clothes fill the air.

A dip to the side of you and arms enclosing in on you, dragging you into more warmth. Yet, the coldness in your chest stayed.

You clenched your eyes shut and prayed for sleep. This was your favorite part of day, these naps with Cedric, his dorm room empty and the chance to be alone without anyone in sight to compare yourself to.

But even with his arms around you and the smell of him surrounding the space you were in, didn’t stop the whispers of the troubled.

He must of felt how tense you were, different from the way you so easily melted into him.

“Y/n.” He whispers, you felt him shift behind you, his arms loosening.

You clenched your eyes tighter, trying to even out your breaths, but even you knew that it was not possible to fall asleep that fast.

“Y/n,” He hovers over you a little, looking at your face with an unimpressed expression. “i know you’re not sleeping.”

You unclench your eyes, steeling yourself, for the conversation you knew was bound to happen. Opening your eyes, you met his soft bright ones. His eyes, that spoke everything you wished you’d just believe.

“Yes?” You mumble softly, peeking at him through your lashes.

He stares at you a second longer, then kisses your cheek. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” You were never good at playing oblivious.

“About what’s going on in your head that’s making you look at me like that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Looking at you, like what?”

“Like i’m a stranger,” He mumbles sadly. “like i’m someone you should be wary of.”

Guilt washed over you, you didn’t know you were so translucent. You never wanted Cedric to be affected by the problems you were inflicting on yourself.

“That’s not true.” An obvious lie.

“It is.” He corrects you. “You can talk to me, you know that right? We’ll never fix anything, if you don’t talk to me.”

He was right, no matter how much you didn’t want to talk about this. You knew you needed to at some point. And it was looking as if that time was now.

“I just-“ You tried again. “Do you ever have, i don’t know, doubts?”

“Doubts?” You turn so your laying on your back now, him still half hovering over you. “About what?”

“Like,” A long sigh escapes past your lips, unwilling. “Do you ever regret getting with me?”

He gapes at you, almost looking offended of the question. “Why would you even ask that?” He sits up, causing you to follow.

“I don’t kn-“

“Do you think i regret it?” He rephrases, “Do i make it seem like regret it?”

Every scenario of him and you together flashes in blurs through your head and no he didn’t, the opposite actually. He looked at you as if you were the sun, as if you were brighter than the sun.

“No.” You mumble weakly, ashamed that even that revelation didn’t seem to dampen your insecurities.

“Then i’m confused on what brought this on.”

“Why are you with me, when you can be with someone as beautiful as Cho.” You meant for it to come out as a question, but it sounded like a statement.

Maybe you did mean to say it like that, it’s what you believed, the only thing you weren’t questioning the truth of.

You hear him get up and you feel as if your heart stopped beating. This is it, this was what you were preparing yourself for, you thought to yourself. Eyes already blurring.

Then a warm hand in yours, pulling you up. You stumble a little, but he steadies you, always keeping you grounded. Next thing you know he’s dragging you along to the bathroom. Confusion is clear on your face.

“What?” You mumble more to yourself.

He brings you in front of the mirror, the full body length one in the corner of the room. He stands behind you, towering over your smaller frame.

“Look at yourself.” He demands softly, when you don’t cast your eyes away from his.

You oblige, catching your own eyes. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What are you thinking about right now?” He asks, his hands ghosting over your waist.

“How could you possibly love me when i can’t even love myself?”

He looked pained by your words, that you could even have those thoughts.

“I’ll love you enough for the both of us.”

You give him a weak smile, “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Then i’ll help you love yourself.” He adds, desperately. “I’ll make you see what’s to love about you.”

He grips you harder, taking away the response you had.

“Look,” Because your eyes had ventured to his once again.

His thumbs brushed over your body, the side of your face, until they landed under your eyes. Covering the dark circles from view, he smoothed them out gently.

“Your eyes,” He began softly. “they have to be the most captivating eyes i’ve ever seen. They were the first thing i noticed about you, the first thing that pulled me in.”

His fingers brushed over your nose, curving in with it.

“This adorable nose,” He pinches it softly. “home to the freckles i could spend all my time counting.”

He brushed over your cheeks, leaving a pink blush. His fingers stopped at your lips.

“Have to be the most kissable lips out there.” He drags your bottom lip down with his thumb. “I could spend hours just kissing you, these lips.”

His knuckles brush over your neck.

“Where else am i supposed to leave my marks that show everyone your mine?”

He spends an hour at least, going through why he loved every feature about you. Talking about the way you bewitched him with your looks, with your heart.

“Can’t you see how you’re the cause of my euphoria?” His chin was resting on your shoulder, his eyes burning into yours, you never felt more loved than right now.

Those whispers dimmed in comparison to his loving words.

His hands were still roaming slowly over you, like he couldn’t get enough, you were sure he couldn’t get enough.

“What do you see?” He whispers, once your eyes take yourself in again.

“I see-“ You think for a second, really think. “I see potential.”

Potential to love yourself. Potential to accept the love he gave you. Potential to feel worthy to have him. Potential to see that he picked you.

And from then, every so often he would drag you to the mirror and do it again. Adding something new each time.

Until potential turned to beauty. Undeniable beauty. Until the whispers were nothing more than the self assured.

[bubbledumbbinch]

Reactions of the dorm leaders hearing their gf get in trouble for beating a someone's ass bc they were being sexist( like girls shouldn't do this or you can act like that?) Thank you😘

A/N: this piece of writing is SFW/fluff!! Please keep in mind before you follow me, I post SFW and also NSFW! Please do not follow me unless you are 18+

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Fem! Reader

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem! Reader

Riddle would be horrified to hear you would get in trouble! Since when did his rose think it was okay to hit another student?

Once he finds out the reason though, he also gets angry at the student who harassed you based on your gender. When he finds said student who was still in pain after you beat him up, it’s “Off with your head!!!”

Riddle would lightly scold you about not letting your emotions get the best of you - he knows how it feels all too well and it doesn’t feel good for anybody afterwards.

However, he is proud of you for being able to stand up for yourself.

Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

Leona widens his eyes and lets out a small scowl when you showed him your bruised knuckles and told him you got detention.

“Tch, what did you do that for, herbivore… seriously, getting yourself into trouble?”

When you argued that it was for good reason because the student was provoking you, telling you “You’re not strong enough to be at this school, especially as a girl”, you just about had it.

Leona smiles when he hears you proved the sexist student wrong, hearing about how the student had to be taken to the infirmary because you beat his ass like he deserved.

Leona considers taking Ruggie to the infirmary to pay the student a little visit later to ask if he’s learned his lesson yet.

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem! Reader

When Azul hears a commotion going on in the lounge from the VIP room, he didn’t expect to see you being held back by Jade.

“My, what’s the matter here?” Azul’s voice rose, making everyone silent.

Azul found out that while you were serving tables, you had been repeatedly harassed by a particular student in a big group. The student was trying to touch your hand, grab you by the waist, and his stare was unforgiving as he scanned up and down your body. Finally, when he said “Come on back to my dorm baby, you don’t need to be working with these lame guys!” you had enough and decided to punch him right in the jaw.

Azul heard your story and simply beckoned for Floyd to “get rid of him as he seems fit”, causing the eel to laugh maniacally and the student to scream as he was dragged out of the lounge.

“Angelfish, I’m happy to hear you were able to defend yourself. Next time this happens though, please let Floyd, Jade, or I know so we can get rid of the student quietly.”

Kalim Al-Asim x Fem! Reader

Kalim heard from Jamil that you were currently in detention and the boy practically jumped and ran to wait outside of the classroom where you were! You got into a fight?! His precious darling?!

Once you finally got out, Kalim was waiting for you with tears pricking his eyes and a big pout on his face. Seeing him so sad shot a pang of guilt through your body.

“Why, Y/N? What happened?” He simply asked you. After filling him in on how a student wouldn’t stop following you around and harassing you because you were a girl, Kalim wiped away his tears. “Why would someone do that?” He could only muster out as his cheeks turned pink.

Kalim feels a bit mad, but mostly disappointed at the student who did you wrong. He wants to find the person to make him apologize to you, but he realizes you might just want to let it go when you don’t want to talk about it anymore.

Kalim would comfort you with cuddles, sweet treats, and some love to help you try to feel better! He would kiss the bruises on your knuckles to hopefully make them feel better too!

Vil Schoenheit x Fem! Reader

Vil sighs in disappointment once he is told by Rook about your fight. The hunter describes the way you fought in perfect detail, telling the dorm leader how you thoroughly bruised and bloodied up the other student’s face and body.

Vil was growing increasingly upset until Rook told him WHY you had gotten into the fight. When Vil understands you did it to protect your reputation as a girl at a prestigious school, he wasn’t as angry.

Instead, he texted you immediately to come to see him. Once you do, you hang your head in shame, not wanting to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. It wasn’t until Vil lifted your chin up gently that you met his gaze with tear-filled eyes.

“I- I’m sorry, Vil… I know this could ruin your reputation so I’m sorry…” Vil would wipe your tears away and coo at you, telling you it was okay. He already sent Rook off to threaten deal with the student again.

Vil tended to your wounds and decided to try to lift your spirits by making a loving post about you on Magicam, calling you talented and strong person. Hundreds of thousands of people commented and called you beautiful, gave you words of encouragement, etc. !

Idia Shroud x Fem! Reader

Idia saw it for himself - well, if you count the video feed from Ortho’s cameras installed in his body - you slapped a student so hard in the face it left a red mark.

Ortho played back the video for Idia, showing his brother that someone was harassing you and calling you names and saying really awful things based on your gender while the two of you were on the way back to Ignihyde.

Ortho couldn’t do anything but get angry at the student so imagine his shock when you landed a hit! Idia also moved back, almost falling out of his chair!!

Idia would be surprised with you but also didn’t want you to keep getting in trouble. He doesn’t want you to get detention or anything since Ortho might start thinking it’s okay to use violence.

Idia would secretly be impressed, “Is this unlocking her delinquent skin/cutscene?”

He secretly likes how you could be tough if you wanted to be…

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

The fae prince. He can only chuckle in amusement once he’s heard what you’ve done from Sebek!

“Well, my child of man was simply trying to prove her honor. I see no wrong here…” Malleus only grinned, making Sebek angry.

Malleus would still take you on a nightly walk to discuss why violence is not always the best answer. As a future king, he needs to have a mindset that squabbles can be taken cared of in a diplomatic way.

“But Tsunotarou-,” Malleus only hushed you. He told you he wasn’t upset with your actions. If anything he was surprised in a good way!

He told you that you just need to be careful because there can be evil magic users that would ultimately try to hurt you worse than you did. Malleus is only worried that you wouldn’t have a good way to defend yourself.

“Hmph, I guess that means you need to be there to protect me then!” You tutted back. Malleus could only pat your head lightly. For you, he would defeat anybody that dared stand up to hurt you.

[tacticaldiary]

Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms. 

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her. 

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one. 

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room. 

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker. 

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning. 

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him. 

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror. 

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?” 

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course. 

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked. 

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his. 

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily. 

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut. 

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists. 

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt? 

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep. 

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears. 

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still. 

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then. 

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in. 

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice. 

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her. 

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath. 

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.” 

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology. 

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin. 

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through. 

Requests are open and Welcome. Thanks for reading!

[ikeservant]

okay okay mildly cursed ask but consider: IkeRev mc is from the future and she’s a big tiddy goth gf but also fucking chaotic and Jonah, Blanc, Seth, and Ray aren’t really sure how to react to this thicc queen looking and acting like an absolute badass and then playing Take On Me on the kazoo at three am or making a curtain out of worms on strings.

@gcs-sugar-coma I’m glad this is the first Ikerev ask I’ve ever done it’s so funny imagining these scenarios 😂

Since the era is like the late 1800s equivalent, there is going to be a decent amount of disparity between a modern day big tiddy goth and the ladies of that time that would take most of the characters aback for at least a bit but…

Jonah- Boi would be FLABBERGHASTED when he first saw mc with thigh high black socks and short black skirt. Would dramatically shriek. “WHY ARE YOUR LEGS BARE? ARE YOU POOR COMMONERS NOT ABLE TO AFFORD CLOTHES?” “Relax, my legs are covered.” “I CAN SEE YOUR THIGHS RIGHT NOW!” “I can’t help that you can’t stop staring at me like I’m a snack.” “GAH”. He felt obligated to get her at least a formal dress since she arrived here with just her clothes and a bag of cursed crafts. Asking for her measurements and her response “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”Although he was shocked the light pink dress he gave her for the upcoming ball trying to feminize her had been dyed black, shredded at the bottom, and worn with combat boots, his outcry halted when he got a peek at top part of the dress, making him blush and think ‘you know, I kind of like this style.’ I think over time there’d be an opposites attract/ worlds collide since he’s goody two-shoes pastel-pink vibes while she’s chaotic dark vibes. Would take him a while to understand why she has to make spider earrings at 1 AM while singing Lady Gaga, but a part of him would learn to open up and understand and admire her for being authentic as she accepts him for who he is and let him let loose of expectations and go a lil wild.

Blanc- Okay he would be ALL FOR IT. Would just see tiddies and think ‘nice’. When he brought her to his house and Oliver yelling at her for dressing immodest, turning to Blanc for reassurance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. She looks a-okay to me. Thought you were a feminist instead of an oppressor, Oliver. For shame.” He would vibe with whatever mc is doing. Gets a lot of looks as a man in a light suit with pastels skipping down the street with a girl in a mesh top, spikey choker and bracelets, and black thigh high boots with shorts is a sight to see, and Blanc is loving it. Will bob his head eating carrot cake while mc is rapping “Reeses puffs reeses puffs, eat ‘em up eat ‘em up eat ‘em up” and be genuinely curious with what mc is doing and not perturbed at all. She’s making potted plants out of baby doll heads? Cool! Great recycling and ingenuity. Mc offered to pierce his ear and she’d make a carrot earring for him and boy was DOWN for it. Supportive sub bf to wild dom goth gf.

Seth- Would be taken aback because legs showing and clear view of tiddies right away for everyone to see, but would find it hot. “Oh, this Alice is quite naughty I see.” “Boi what the hell boi?” He would want to do makeup looks on mc, seeing how different she looked in more soft makeup vs the sharp thick eyeliner. Seeing her gag at her reflection after that he decided she didn’t need to change, she’s a badass girl with edge so he wants to experiment sharp looks on her and even himself from time to time. “Seth, why are you wearing black leather pants?” Sirius asked. “It’s called fashion, look it up.” Seth and mc say in unison. When he starts pulling the “I’m dangerous you know.” Mc gives him the “B*tch please” look, grab his knife and throw it right on target, shocking him and finding it hot. Finding out she has a knife collection with googly eyes on the handles showed him her chaotic and humorous side. Would be chaotic with the both of them but complement well. Would be down for her to do ear pierces on him so he looks more fabulous than he already is.

Ray- (Lowkey think he had a goth/emo phase at some point in life you cannot tell me he hasn’t put on black eyeliner and would wear edgy clothes). Would probably not say anything about mc’s look but be interested and admire mc’s boldness/edginess. As soon as she found him playing with the cats in the alleyway she gasped “I HAVE TO SHOW YOU THESE” and ripped off her combat boots to show that her knee high black socks had kitty cat toe beans designed on the bottoms. The sparkles in his eyes convinced mc to embroider cat paws to his socks. Ray and Fenrir are already chaotic together so having a wild and chaotic mc into the mix wouldn’t throw anything off. If Ray and mc were a couple they’d still have trio chaos nights with Fenrir, much to the headache of Sirius who has walked in on them trying to recreate Mt. Dew or Monster energy drinks after mc described her staple crop of her time, which always ends in disaster and a blown up kitchen. He would get jealous when his cat Bell starts kneading on mc’s big goth bazoongas, but he gotta get used to it cuz Bell and him share a brain cell and both say “awooga” to mc. Overall would love mc’s spunk and vibe and that encourages him to loosen up. Would support her if she wants to learn basic combat but internally almost faints when seeing her in a black army uniform cuz she looks so cool and badass in it like hot dog this man loves a kick ass babe.