#god his eyes just say it all they are soooo expressive damn

[satrs]

oh my god hii!!! I need part 3 with “where’s your ring?” and I’m begging you to sneak sae in there🙇‍♀️ I just loved the idea sm!! have fun writing and keep up the good work!!! ♡

a/n: HIII I'M RLLY GLAD U LIKED ITTTT (∩˃o˂∩)♡ TYSMM AND HAVE A NICE DAY LUV!!!

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? PART 3!

SYNPOSIS; pranking your bf by taking off your engagement ring!

FEATURING; Itoshi Sae. Bachira Meguru. Shidou Ryusei. Itoshi Rin.

TAGS; 100% fluff and crack. Them being them.

All Characters are 18+ (proplayers).

ITOSHI SAE.

GETS SOOOO MAD BRUH OMG

It seemed to be just another ordinary day for both of you. You were in the shower while Sae was occupied with something different in your shared bedroom. Then you think about starting your mischievous plans. 

"Sae! Come here! Quick!" Your call alarmed him, swiftly rushing to the bathroom. Your head peaked out of the shower, giving him a soft smile. "Can you hand me the towel please?" He rolled his eyes at that. "I thought you slipped or something. Why would you scream like that?" You just giggled, watching his figure approaching you with said towel in hand. Now is your chance.

You intentionally rested your hand a bit longer on his, hoping he would catch onto your missing ring. To which he did. His brows furrowned, causing you to bite your lip, trying to hold in your laughter. His expression resembled a mean girl in school, staring down the people who would pass her in the hallway.

He didn't say a word about his discovery, only switching his glance to your face. "What? Something wrong with my face?" your question caused the man to scoff in return, mumbling under his breath. "Something wrong with your hand for sure." You caught his rambling but still act like you didn't. "What did you say?" He turned on his heels, intending to walk out of the bathroom. "Nothing."

You chose to uncover your antics. "Sae." The sound of his name made him spare a glance at you. "Can you pass me the ring on the sink too?" By the cheeky smirk on your face he already knew that you played your tricks on him. 

He was quick to hand you the ring, placing a quick kiss on your temple, startling you. "This pranking will bite you in the ass one day." 

BACHIRA MEGURU.

my poor baby.

"Oh my God Y/N!" His loud voice not only caused you to turn to him, but also all the people in the aisle. "Meguru what- Not so loud!" he had a serious expression, halting the shopping cart you were currently moving. " I do not care. Where is it?" His chin motioned to your hand embracing the cart. 

You looked down at your hand, almost forgetting that you had put your engagement ring off to prank him. "Oh I just- " A loud gasp echoed through the aisle, your finance dropping the pack of cereal he was previously holding. His loud voice made him move quickly around the cart right in front of him to clasp a hand over his mouth, hushing him. "Stop it! People are looking!" 

This didn't stop the man from slapping your hand off of his mouth. Some employees were already hot on your trail, concerned about the loud voices from the aisle. "People are looking yes! But are they also looking-", he began, lifting your hand up for everyone around to see. "- at your missing ring?! Everyone, please help me and my fiance find her ring! It gotta' be here somewhere!" 

You turned bright red at his loud statement, your heart sinking as you saw some of the employees and even the customers search the ground for your 'missing' ring. You were quick to cover up the prank in a whisper to Bachira, reassuring the helping hands that you left at home. "What has gotten into you, Meguru? Are you out of your damn mind?" You whisper-yelled at him, earning an innocent smile from the man, causing you to sigh in defeat. "Sorry honey! I didn't know you would prank me like that!" His voice was a tiny bit too loud, some people shaking their heads in your direction, clearly judging you. 

The embarrassment was almost unbearable, causing you to quickly move the cart to the checkout, anticipating to quickly get out of here as soon as possible. "Never ever will I prank you again." You said there. Bachira only laughed at that, helping you put the things on the cash register. "Good choice."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

good Lord.

You regret your decision. Deeply. If you only thought about it a bit longer, realize that this would be a really, really bad idea. But you didn't. 

Now, you are sitting in your bed with your finance splashed on top of you, crying and sniffling into your chest. "Ryu'. I already told you it was just a prank, I didn't mean-" He cut you off with an exaggerated loud cry, tears staining your shirt. "But why? Why? It's not fun at all, baby! I thought you got cold feet!" This caused you to sigh, your hand stroking his head in a cooing manner. "No Ryu'. The wedding is in barely one week and I already got my dress and all." 

This, however, did not calm down the man, his head stirring from side to side as his heavy weight caused you to let out a huff. "I thought you would leave me! This is so mean Y/N, so mean!" You sighed again, placing a kiss on his forehead to calm him down. "I know baby, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

Those words made the man swiftly spring to his feet, a big smile plastered on his face as he wiped away his 'tears'. He disappeared from the room, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. As he came back to view, you let out a breathy laughter. "No way." The pout on his lips grew bigger with every second passing. "Come on! It's not too much to ask for!" You rubbed your temples in frustration, eyeing the pink teletuby costume he had in hand. "Where the hell did you even get that from?"

"Don't worry about it."  With that, he quickly turned on the Teletuby music with his phone, throwing the costume at you, motioning you to wear it. "Go on."  You stopped throwing your tantrum, swiftly getting into the costume, eyeing at your fiance with an angry look. 

"Just like that pretty!" He said, phone now on you, filming you. "Now dance!" You mumbled curses under your breath, sloppily dancing along the lines.

"Yessss, Baby!" His cheering made you want to slap him right across the face. "Screw that damn dress! Wear this to the wedding instead! I'll get a matching one for myself too! What do you say? Blue or yellow?"

ITOSHI RIN.

pouty lil' baby.

Both of you were in the cinema, watching a new horror movie Rin was excited at watching for a long time. Everything was fine, from the mood to the movie, but as one particular scene came on screen, everything went downhill. 

In the scene, a woman was visible, showing the engagement ring her fiance bought for her to see for the audience. Rin only scoffed at that, were mouth full of popcorn as he looked at the ring unimpressed. "Pityful ring in my opinion." At that, he turned his head to you, noticing you were slurping on the coke you got yourself before the movie.  

His hand sneaked to take yours in his hand, lifting your hand up. "See? Yours is way-" He whispered, stopping mid sentence, an unreadable expression on his face as he eyed your hand, the ring nowhere in sight. You tried to play it off cool, placing the coke right next to you as you released your hand from his hold, eyeing him. You leaned near him to whisper, not wanting to disturb anyone watching the movie. "What did you say, Rin?" 

He flashed you an angry pout, attention back on the movie as an incoming jumpscreen caused half of the audience to jump in fear, except for Rin. “Rinnn.” Your whine made him turn to look at you again, the angry expression now visible to you. „What’s up with you?“ 

„No, what’s up with you.“ This made you snicker as his eyes started daggers into your empty ring finger. You were quick to calm him down, explaining your intentions before reaching for your bag, pulling out the ring and putting it back on, all that with a giggly smile on your face.

He was still visibly pouting but reached his hand for yours now as he intertwined his fingers with yours, brushing over the metal on your finger while turning his gaze back to the movie.

„I was waiting so long for this movie now I missed like ten minutes of it. This is the last time I’m taking you to the movies, I swear.“

You only giggled, now looking at the large screen yourself. „You shouldn’t swear if you know you‘ll do it anyway.“ He leaned to your ear at your answer, a slight smile twitching up his features at his next words. „Actually, I’m not. This is the last time I’m taking you here as my fiancé. In the next movie, we’ll go as husband and wife.“

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[ineedtogetalife11]

Why didn't you say something??❤️- Leo Valdez x Poseidon Cabin reader.

Yo, I am SO sorry this took me so long to make, It's just been a very busy break which is a big contradiction.... ps I am so sorry for this SHITTY writing.

Summary: reader doesn't like pda but leo does, and I mean, just read it. I am soooo sorry if this is not what you wanted

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, maybe some dirty jokes?? Angst but it's fluffy. maybe some ooc characters bcs I'm reading magnus chase rn

It had been a few months since you and Leo had started dating, and you were, addmitadly kinda worried about it. Don't get me wrong, you were so happy about it, Leo was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but he was extremely a bit touchy. You loved leo, butt you just didn't like touch that much. Like, a high five, a kiss on the cheek, and maybe a hug every now and then, but you weren't an all around PDA person. Leo, on the other hand, loved it. He always had a hand on you, on your shoulder, your thigh, your ass. And even though you weren't exactly shy when you wanted something, you really didn't want to insult Leo, so you just went with it. But you eventually got tired of it. So you went to the best person you could think of; Percy.

" Yo, Seaweed Brain!" You called out "Percy c'mere" Percy turned around, and you walked over to him.

"What's up y/n/n" he said patting your head. You swatted his hand away.

"Hey! No touchie." You said.

"Right," he said lowering his hand. "What's up" you sighed

"So you know how I'm dating Leo right?" Percy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah"

"And you know how he loves... PDA?" Percy nodded.

"And you know how, I... don't?" Percy finally seemed to understand.

"Is he not listening?" He asked. "Because if he's not respecting you I can drown him." Percy warned.

"No no no no no! It's not like that," exclaimed. Percy's head tilted to the side. "I- I uh- I haven't told him." You admitted. Percy's expression turned exasperated.

"Dam y/n! What do you want me to do about that?" He asked

"I don't know! Give me older brotherly advice maybe?" Percy considered this.

"Tell him." You looked at him exasperated.

"Oh my gods thank you that's never came to mind." You said sarcastically.

You walked away and sat in your cabin. You didn't know what to do. You were a fucking big 3 kid, a child of poseidon! You had fought millions of monsters. But you couldn't tell your boyfriend how you feel.

~T-t-t-time skipppppp~

Leo POV

Leo was nervous. He didn't show it, but he was. And it was because of y/n. He loves his s/o, he really does, but lately he has noticed that you didn't respond to his affection like you used to. When he put an arm around your waist, you didn't squeeze back like you used to. Oh my gods did I do something wrong? DO THEY WANT TO BREAK UP?

Leo was frantic. So he did the best thing he could think of. He went to Percy.

"Yo seaweed brain!" Leo whisper yelled as he broke into cabin 3 at 3:00 in the morning. "Wake up!" Percy squirmed.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Percy replied.

"Shhhh, don't wake up y/n" Leo said. Percy grumbled some colorful words that would impress even Arion. "Um, is y/n okay, because I noticed that they aren't as touchy as they used to be and-" Percy cut leo off.

"Leo I swear did you come in here to tell me about your lovers quarrel because I DON'T KNOW!"

Leo emerged from there very wet.

Dam, Leo thought. Leo was scared, and he had been scared his whole life. He list other people, and he most definitely did not want to lose you. So he did something that was the worst decision he could make. He stopped being so touchy.

Reader POV

"Percy? Percy?" You called.

"What the fuck do you want this time." Percy said not even saying hi.

'Damn, I must have annoyed him.' You thought to yourself.

"Dam Perce I just wanted to ask a question.'" Percy looked unconvinced. You continued "has Leo said anything about me, because he seems less touchy and-" you get cut off

"Get the fuck away from me."

Okay I am so sorry for this but uhm, I have been so busy and I dint have a lot of time so I will post this really quick just to get something out there and if this gets 20 likes I will put out part 2 as fast as I possibly can.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 !

✟ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

✟ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐜𝐰 — cheating, slight angst, revenge sex, jealousy, overstimulation, creampie, reader is trans, fingering, pussy slapping, car sex, smoking, squirting, oral sex, cuckolding (?), baji is lowkey an asshole in this.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ soooo, i listened to cheating is a crime by kayate once on a baji playlist and ran to my laptop. anyways, enjoy!

If only he could, he’d drag his ass in.

Staring through the cracked open door was your sorry excuse for a boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. Bastard thought he was gonna go home to you, after swapping tongues with other men in a random bar he ran off to. If only he came home earlier, before you could’ve picked up your phone and called someone who’d easily tear your ex to scum.

Now he’s right behind you, filling your neglected cunt. Your face stuffed into the pillow, his hands gripping your hips so hard, you could already feel him leaving a mark. His name muffled out from the pillow, but loud enough for the bastard to hear.

“K-kei! Keisuke!”

“Louder, I know you can do better than that.”

His eyes laid back onto your ex, lust blown pupils staring back into the other, now full of horror and shame. Baji grinned, his fangs crept out. He turns back to you, now his hand on the back of your neck. He pulled you towards him, his lips crashing into yours. It didn't matter how nasty it was, teeth and tongue clashing in the worst ways. A gasp spilled from your mouth when he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open for him to fill it with his tongue. You were too drunk in his touch to realize your ex left the house. Baji grinned, hearing his car start and him driving off.

He pulls away, catching his breath. He stared down at you in awe, your body adorned in bite marks and two large hand marks stained your hips. Your inner thighs littered in hickies, his eyes trailed up to your face. That fucked out expression always drove him mad, flushed face with teary eyes looking into his. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss onto your nose, his forehead now pressed against yours. Body to body, you felt his heartbeat against yours. This was something your ex couldn’t give you, well, not to you.

Who are you kidding? You knew who’d he’d give it to.

You still had no clue what went wrong, or maybe, he was always like that. You’d meet your ex in a random house party your roommate dragged you to. Of course, he’d run off with some girl and do god knows what. The entire night was a haze, and you’d somehow end up awkwardly speaking to the man that’d you soon date. To you, he was a swell one. Sweet talker, hell, enough to get you in bed with him. All you could remember was hooking up with him, while still a virgin. the man teased some things out of you admittedly, and to him, you were his perfect pretty boyfriend. something that'll make your stomach lurch now. although he wasn’t so bad..

especially with who he likes to kill time with.

The first time you met Baji was when you came back to your ex drinking with his friends. you didn’t pay much attention to the drunk men, except for the tall darked haired one that sat not too far from your ex. all you could think of how pretty he looked, when he spoke, it only made your blood rush to your face. It didn't take long for the both of you to start talking, despite what the others would say. You didn’t expect much though, after all, he was your ex’s best friend. You’re just the boyfriend. Or so you thought.

Suddenly, you’d find yourself with Baji more than your own boyfriend. Nights of bailed dates would end in heading to baji’s place for some harmless drinking and laughing over stupid shit. Those were monthly, then weekly, then daily. It got to the point where you forgot you had a boyfriend, considering how he was absent all the damn time. Even worse, when you did see him, he’d act so bizarre. Hickies littered his neck even when you didn���t sleep with him, the smell of another man’s cologne made your nose sting. Oh how much a fool you were.

The irony of it all, that night when you came home. Standing in the same hallway, in front of the same door. The man you loved, kissed, touched, and called yours, balls deep into another man. You could only stare, tears brimming and stomach lurching. You wanted to vomit, scream, break something. You wanted to bust the door down and get your hands on the bastard. But all you could do is pick up your phone, and dial the only one you could turn to. It’s no wonder you’d let him in so easily. The way he held you, carrassed your hair and wiped your tears. The littlest things your ex could never do. Despite his comfort, you simply couldn’t get over him. He was your first everything, first love, first kiss, first time. You gave him every inch of you, and kept your legs apart for him.

And Baji couldn’t stand it. Every time his damn name slipped out of your mouth, he nearly snapped the cigarette in half. He hated how much the bastard hurt you, enough where it became a memory burned into your brain. He wished so badly to make you forget him, wipe his memory from your mind. Well, he did. after another night of tearful ranting, Baji would defuse his cigarette and turn to you.

“stop talking about him.”

You didn’t have time to turn when he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. His hand cupping your cheek, deep brown eyes staring back into yours. Neither of you were even thinking, not even after your clothes were on the floor. Despite being a rougher man, he was tender with you.

“forget about him, look at me.”

Gentle whispers of nothing filled your ears as he slowly filled your sweet cunt. His soft skin brushing against yours, his hands gripping the couch cushion that rested below your head. Baji fucked you through the night, orgasm after orgasm tore through you. He didn’t stop till you went stupid, high on the feeling of his cock stuffing you to the brim. Even after you soaked his dick with your arousal, the man had yet to cum, too focused on you and you only. His thrusts became sloppy, his hips stuttering and his groans became soft moans that made you almost fall for the man. You didn’t expect such pretty sounds to come from a large guy like him. Reaching his limit, he leans down and smashed his lips against yours, muffleing out your whines. Your heart dropped to your stomach at the way he treats your body, kissing you like your his boyfriend but fucking you like a whore. You stared back at him, tears stained your cheeks and lips glossy from his messy kisses.

“Keisuke, please..”

Baji cocked his head, his eyes looking gold in the moonlight.

“Please, inside..”

You softly cried out, throat sore from the whining. You let go of his bicep to reach down to your stuffed cunt, using two fingers to spread your lips apart. You watched baji’s eyes widened, pure lust and need ingrained into those dilated pupils. A grin stretched across his lips, enough to where his fangs showed, a feature you adored on him. He leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and trailing his fingers against your neck, eventually wrapping them around it. His grip was tight, but not enough to where it hurt. He chuckles, seeing your curious eyes and slight smile on your face told him what your ex couldn’t do. His hips snapped against yours once again as he forced your legs apart further, abusing your sweet spot till your body went numb.

“Fuck, how could he give all of this up..” he whispered between moans. “How could he leave such a pretty boy like you..?” he pressed his head into your neck, softly kissing and licking the dark bruises he left earlier. The knot in your stomach was close to snapping.

“K-keisuke! Fuck! I’m–I'm close!” you cried out.

“Let go for me then.” he rasped, his thrusts getting wilder. “Cum on my cock pretty thing.” His voice was enough to tip you over the edge, another orgasm ripped through your body as you screamed his name out. He hoped it was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. you were seeing stars by the time baji reached his high, shot back down to reality as he painted your cunny white. you were in awe, and almost falling head over heels for your ex’s best friend.

night after night of heated sex, something new waiting for you. by the next week, he had you bent over his kitchen counter, mercilessly fucking you from

behind. Another night, he stuffed your mouth in the backseat of his car before manhandling you and ate out your sweet cunt. Giving your sensative pussy a couple slaps that tore a yelp out of you. Baji never failed to surprise you, let alone tease new things out of you. The adrenaline you felt everytime you came home to your cheating ex with your cunt stuffed, knowing well who was the culprit. Every lonely night when he’s away with another man, your phone dings with a text from Baji.

The painful memories of that night would wash away the moment the gold eye man was balls deep in you. He fucked you slow, savoring every inch of you. Drowning you in the intoxicating pleasure, you never noticed your ex standing behind your cracked open door. However, Baji drank up his embarrassment and shame. From the looks of his eyes, he could see regret painted all over his face. Regret for throwing his boyfriend in the dirt for a one night stand, thinking he’ll get away with it. Admittedly, the raventte wanted this to happen. His fantasy of fucking you in front of the man who broke your heart was coming to reality right before his very eyes.

A grin stretched across his lips, almost mocking the man in the hall. His eyes trailed down back to you, fucked out and near sobbing. His cock still sitting snug in your cunt, soaked from your previous orgasms. God, he couldn’t get enough of you, and now that the man he hates the most is standing right there, he just had to keep going. He leaned down to your ear, lips almost touching it.

“We’re just gettin’ started baby, don’t give up on me now..”

[dcawritings]

Sun keeps distracting you while you’re trying to get through your training.

Or well, his hands do.

Just paint it.

Paint the picture.

The numbers.

Follow. the. damn. numbers!

No amount of mental screaming could keep you focused—your eyes were locked onto the animatronic practically looming over you from the other side of the craft desk.

“Well?” he says, clapping his hands together. “Are ya done yet? Are ya?”

Your cheeks fill with heat, but you shake your head rapidly in response. Sun looks mildly disappointed, but otherwise continues staring at you with that blank, unchanging smile of his. Amazing how much expression an animatronic could have without proper face rigging—but it’s not his face that’s distracting you from your task.

It’s his hands.

They’re huge.

It’s not that as though they’re disproportionate to the rest of him either. Sun’s overall design is somewhat cartoonish, but his lanky frame and wide faceplate were part of the aesthetic!

And so were his large, dexterous hands.

There were probably plenty of good reasons that he'd been designed like that. Plenty of good, wholesome reasons that were many times removed from what you are thinking about right now.

Gods, you hope so.

“You’re lookin’ awfully distracted there, new friend,” Sun’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts with surprising ease. When your focus shifts back, you see the bot cross his arms and loom even closer. How is it possible for him to look jealous? “What’s more important than arts 'n crafts time with Sundrop?”

Oh fuck. Jesus. There’s gotta be a believable answer somewhere. Think, think, look around and come up with something smart to throw him off—

“Your hands.”

Fuck.

The words had slipped out faster than you could stop them, fueled by instinct and arousal than sense. But maybe they were too quick, too incomprehensible against the background noise for Sun to have truly understood what you said. Maybe if you just pretend nothing was wrong and continued trying to color in the empty canvas, then he'd—

“That’s such a strange answer, new friend! My hands? I'm not even putting on any shadow puppet shows! Now, what about them is soooo distracting?”

He gestures with them as if to make a point, palms open and fingers spread apart as if he was ready to give you a solid high-five. As much as you want to say it doesn’t affect you, it really does. The sight makes your mind spin and your stomach leap into your throat; when he wiggles his fingers it only makes you more aware of how long they are, how detailed each joint was, his range of motion the same if not more flexible than a human.

Suddenly, all you can think of is what it might feel like to have his hand between your legs. How good it would be to have him coo and whisper soft little things while he gently rubs those fingertips over your clit—or maybe even a few little backhanded compliments while he presses a digit or two inside. Could… could your body take more than one? Two? Would Sun be rough with you? Tease you?

Bully you?

“Hellooooo?” Sun says, waving one of those stupid sexy big hands in front of your blazing hot face. “Time is limited, new friend, hurry it up! Do I need to repeat those instructions about painting by numbers again?"

Maybe it's your own emotions coloring it, but Sun sounds annoyed. He drums his fingers of both hands over the edge of the desk and leans closer until he's looming over you again.

He's... really tall, you realize. You'd worked with him before, yes, but your overall experience with the daycare attendant was minimal; that's more than likely why you were assigned this kind of quarterly training. The gentle taptaptap of his digits on the wood keep you vaguely distracted as you answer,

"N-No need for any of that!" you waved the paint brush as if to give greater weight to your words. Its not as if you'd forgotten how to paint, so he didn't need to repeat anything.

You'd probably start blushing if he did—the sharper his comments became, the less you found yourself able to mix colors together despite the fact that there were only three to even mix. How do you make purple again…?

“Oh really~?” Sun’s form looms forward so much that his shadow falls over you. Purple. Purple is—red and blue, yes. Just ignore him. “Because you’ve been lookin’ at my hands an awful lot. And you haven’t even started with your picture yet!”

“I’m just. I’m thinking okay?”

He tilts his faceplate, disdain and disbelief heavy in his words. He finally reaches out and catches your chin between his curled forefinger and thumb. You can feel the warm silicone padding brush over your lips as his voice sheds away the fake layer of hyperactive enthusiasm.

“And what are ya thinkin’ about, new little friend?”

It’s impossible to even form words in that moment. Your heartbeat quickens, and blood starts to rush through your ears. He knows. He has to know.

“I uh… I just…”

“Hm? Just what?”

Before you can stammer more nonsense, Sun’s thumb brushes across your lips. His pupils hone in on your mouth and, slowly, the tip of his thumb presses almost expectantly at the seam, pressing down on your lower lip and against your upper teeth.

You, of course, say absolutely nothing. The entirety of your face feels as if on fire, burning hot against the cool silicone padding over Sun's fingers.

"Open."

You blink several times in incredulous disbelief. No, surely you missheard, misunderstood what he said and twisted it into something you wanted to hear instead—

“Starlight~” Sun says, tone soft and lyrical before it suddenly drops all pretense of fake cheer. “Open your mouth.”

You barely drop your jaw before Sun pushes his thumb inside your mouth, the pad pressing down over your tongue in a way that almost makes you gag. Jesus christ, the digit is long and thick enough that it makes your eyes water and your entire body feel as if aflame.

Meanwhile, the sound of rushing blood echoes in your ears. You can breathe, but barely—and Sun seems to take some sort of satisfaction in watching your expression transform through at least three separate emotions at once.

“Good boy.”

You shiver, eyes locked with his. Whatever is going on is happening so fast, too quick for your brain to realize how sexual it must look to anyone who might peek at the cameras. But still, embarrassment and shame aside, you stay still and let your jaw go slack—Sun watches you carefully for a few more seconds before he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and offers a wide grin.

“That’s what I had thought~!” He exclaims, voice suddenly bright and cheerful. “You’re not hard to read at all, did’ya know that? Your eyes can’t stop lookin’ at my hands—so maybe if you get through this training and show me some really good art,” his eyes narrow into crescents, “then maybe I’ll play with you some more afterwards.”

Oh.

Oh.

And with that, the weight of the air changes. It shifts back to casual so quickly there’s emotional whiplash as Sun claps his hands together again.

“C’mon now! Times a wastin’, so let’s see some hustle and’a bustle!”

[maisen13]

The Campfire

Gojo x reader

smut(:

"...and then she told me I had to buy the shirt too because of the stupid pencil," Laughed Satoru. Suguru seemed bored, it was clear that his best friend's story was not that funny to him.

"You suck balls at telling funny stories" Shoko sighted putting her head in her hands. Satoru looked at her with an overdramatic hurt on his face. "My stories are just too funny for you to understand. Don't you agree Y/N? That I'm the funniest of us all" he looked at you, smiling. The smile made your stomach flutter as you looked into his beautiful blue eyes. It was too easy to get lost in them, there was so much to see but at the same time nothing at all. "

"Hello, earth to Y/N" he waved his hand in front of your face. "Huh?" you said a little embarrassed. It wasn't like you liked Satoru in a romantic way or anything, but you would been lying if you said he wasn't attractive. Even though you both flirted with each other a lot throughout the day, taking it seriously would just hurt you in the future.

"I was just asking you if you find me funny?" "Oh, emm yeah I guess" Both Shoko and Suguru looked at you with a pained expression. "Now why would you say that Sora, his ego is already big enough," Suguru said while getting up from the bench. "It's getting late so I'm heading to bed, night," Suguru said while walking back to the cabin.

"WAIT FOR ME!! Night Sora night Satoru" Shoko said as she ran after Suguru. you looked at her running away from you dumbfounded. Why was she in such a hurry? you looked at Satoru who was already looking at you. "Soooo what are we gonna do know Soraa," he said with a teasing tone. God damn he looked fine in this light. Had he always been this good-looking??? you were gonna murder Shoko tomorrow for leaving you alone with him.

"I don't know Satoruu, maybe just go to bed too?" You said with the same tone that he had. "Nah that's boring" he got up from his seat and walked over to you before he sat down next to me. He was too close for you to think straight. What was happening to you? Why did you suddenly feel so nervous being alone with Satoru?

he was quieter than normal, so you decided to glance at him, but as you did so his eyes locked with yours. He gave you a cocky grin and looked at you for a while. It was hard for you to even think about looking away. your heart was beating fast in your chest, you didn't like him romantic way, right? That wasn't the reason why he was so mesmerizing to look at. you had never felt this for him before, was it the romantic aura that came from the campfire or was it a feeling that you didn't know was deep inside of you?

he kept glancing between your eyes and your lips, my face felt suddenly very hot. you were about to look away, but before you got so far, he took your chin between his thumb and index finger. He smiled at you, a little teasingly. Our faces got somehow closer. Closer than it should have been. He looked at your lips and licked his own.

your eyes widen, blushing. If he wasn't holding you in place you would have turned away. your pulse got even quicker, and the tip of your ear turned bright red. Without meaning to you bit your lip as you looked him in the eyes. He smirked as if challenging you. Something in you snapped at that, and without thinking you slapped your lips on his. It was supposed to only be a fast peak, but it turned out a lot more heated than you anticipated.

He held you in place, not hard enough to force you. If you wanted to pull away you could easily do so, not that you wanted to. His lips were soft and warm, he tasted like the marshmallow you ate just before this. His hand that wasn't holding your face took hold of your neck, massaging it. His finger felt so good kneading your neck like that, that you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He took this opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth.

A few minutes passed as you made out. The few minutes felt like an infinity. His lips felt so good on yours and his hand was like electro shocks on your body. It was getting harder to keep up with his mouth, so you slowly pulled away, as much as it pained you to do so.

"Fuck, your lips are so soft," he said as his thumb traced your puffy and swollen lips. "I wonder how they would feel around my dick" his straightforwardness turned you on more than it should. Just by his few words, you had to clench your thighs. "Hmm? You would have liked that, wouldn't you? Pretty girl?" he whispered in your ear.

His words made you shiver, as his hands traced your arm. It had gotten harder to breathe, and a wetness in your underwear had started to form. Why were you so turned on by him? His words had made your stomach flutter with a fiery need.

His soft locks tickled your face just when his lips kissed your neck. A breathy moan left your lips just by the small lick of his tongue on your pulse. "You taste so good. I just wonder how tasteful you are down there"

"Oh god, you can't just say stuff like that" Your words made him grab your thigh. "And why not? Afraid you can't handle them?" his hand slides upwards, closer and closer to your sensitive parts. Your brain was already spinning. The hand that was holding your head in place pushed you softly down on the bench, making you lie down.

His finger was just about to trace the hem of your shorts before he stopped and looked you in the eyes. "You sure you want me to continue?" he asked looking dead serious. You nodded your head faster than tou would have if you wasn't in a brain fog. "I need words gorgeous." "If you stop now, I will summon a black hole on you," you said still looking in his ravishing eyes. "Heh feisty," he said as he pulled off your shorts.

He had a perfect view over your soaking panties, his hand grabbed your thighs and pulled them more apart. How flexible did he think you were? You were about to mock him about it before his head went straight between your legs and licked your covered pussy. The sensation was breathtaking, he had just started, and you was already close to your first orgasm.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet gorgeous, I wonder if you taste even better without these cute panties?" he said as he started to pull them off your shaking legs. Just as he was about to put them on top of your shorts, he thought against it and put them in his pocket instead. You were about to protest against it since it was your underwear, but before you could open your mouth he simply said "I will get used to these later" which made you think against it. The thought of him getting off by just your panties made you groan. "Now let me taste you properly and remember don't cum until I tell you to. Okay?" You nodded as his head dived back down between your legs.

His tongue licked between your pussy lips and towards your clit, when he reached it, he kissed it. His eyes meet yours before his mouth started to suck on it. And god did it feel good. "Ahhh Satoru, don't you dare stop," You said as Your fingers made their way into his soft white hair.

The sound you made encouraged him to use his fingers too. You stared seeing stars when his first finger went inside of you. they was so long and thick, how the hell would you fit his dick if his fingers were this big. Tears started forming in your eyes. He added a second and a third finger when he felt you loosen up a little, this made you almost scream. He had stopped sucking and was now stimulating your clit with his tongue only. Your orgasm was building up even faster when he picked up the speed. How his hand wasn't cramping was a mystery to you.

Your moans had become louder as you almost screamed his name over and over again, it sounded like you were casting a spell over him. Right before your orgasm was about to lift you into cloud nine, he pulled his mouth and dragged his fingers out of you.

"I think you are my favorite sweet now." He said as if he wasn't the one to blame for your denied orgasm. "You... you didn't let me finish, why you idiot?" You said while breathing hard. He grinned at you as he unzipped his pants. "The answer to that is quite easy precious. I want you to cream only on my cock".

He had finished taking off his black pants. Through his boxers, you could clearly see his ginormous dick. Holly shit was he big, aren't no way that that will fit inside of you. It shouldn't be a surprise, he had big hands, but still, it came as a shock. You sat up so you were eye-to-eye with him. Your shaky hands found their way to his boxer and slowly pulled them down. It sprung out hitting right above his navel.

His dick was thick and long with a slight curve to the left, the tip had an angry red color it looked almost painful. "Do you want to use that pretty mouth of yours for something good, or to just scream my name?" he said almost mockingly. "If you want me to suck you off so badly then get up and stand between my legs. I'm not gonna sit in the dirt just for your pleasure" You said while rolling your eyes.

"Oh, you got some attitude, I see." His hands gripped your face as his lips kissed you with pure passion. He pulled away as he got up from the bench and did what you said. you were now eye-to-eye with his dick. It looked almost threatening.

Your hand grabbed it tightly as you pulled it down towards your swollen lips. You looked up at him when you kissed his tip, his reaction was priceless. He looked like he too was only a second away from an orgasm.

Your lips locked around his cock as you started to suck up and down, while your cold fingers played with his balls. There was no way you could fit his whole dick inside of your mouth, so you used your other hand to pump it in the rhythm of your mouth. His moans and groans made you feel more confident in your powers to please him, so you went even faster. Your jaw started to get tired and so did your hand, he seemed to take notice of this. Instead of pulling out, he took a fist full of your hair and started to throat fuck you. Thank God you didn't have a gagging reflex because that dick went somehow even further in.

You could tell that he was close by the way his moans were louder and breathier. Right before his orgasm washed over him, he pulled away. "God your lips were even better than I had imagined. How can you look so cute and innocent but be such a slut in bed?" his words could have made you orgasm on the spot, he saw that.

He crawled on top of you on the bench not giving you any space to sit anymore. "you're really that desperate for my cock that you really could just orgasm from a few filthy words?" he said with a teasing grin "oh shut up" you said looking away from pure embarrassment "make me" he said leaning his lips only a few centimeters away from your mouth.

You pulled his shirt with your hand as your lips collided and butterflies tried to escape your burning stomach. He leaned closer making you lie properly down on the bench. His lips tasted so good; how can anybody taste this good? He was like an addict.

You could feel him lining his dick up against your entrance. The pain hitted you like a train when he started to push it in. The tears in your eyes finally spilling down your face. he was trying his best to distract you from the pain by kissing your lips, your nose, your eyes, your cheeks, and then your tears. A hand started to rub circles on your clit so that you would loosen up some more.

"God you tight, I'm not even halfway in" his words made you bite your lip. How could he only be halfway in? it felt like his dick was up to your throat. "It won't fit," you said trying to breathe properly. "Oh gorgeous, you underestimate me. I'll make it fit, don't worry your pretty head about it." Right after he said does words to you, he trusted the rest of the length in you making you scream.

"I need you to relax a little for me before you cut my dick into two," he said as he started to kiss your neck. You felt so full, you're almost a hundred percent sure that if you looked down now, you could see a bulge where his tip was.

His head came up from your neck "I'm gonna start moving now, if you want me to stop then tell me and I will. Put your pretty hands on my back, I don't mind you scratching me up" the last part he said with a teasing grin. But you did what he has said, and you're glad you did too because when he started to move the pain doubled. He went slowly clearly seeing that you were in pain.

A sudden bolt of pleasure hit your nerves; it almost made you arch up against him. The pleasure was quick to outrun the pain and soon you were a moaning mess. "Satoru please" you mumbled into his shoulder. "Please what gorgeous?" "Please faster" you didn't have to ask him twice, just those two words had him fucking you like he was in heat. And God was he good, his dick found your sweet spot and started to abuse it, making you reach cloud nine without even needing to orgasm.

"Fuck you feel so good," he said as he was pounding into you like a wild animal. Your shaky legs locked themselves around his hip, making sure he wasn't gonna deny another orgasm. The euphoric feeling grew stronger and more intense in your lower abandon. If he kept this up, then your orgasm would hit you very soon.

"I'm gonna...Satoru mmm Satoru please" you said as you could feel how close you were. "Hss, I know I know precious. Cum for me, let me see how good I make you feel." You screamed as the most intense orgasm you had ever had hitted you in full force.

Satoru's pace got slopier as he was getting closer, you clenched hard around him from the orgasm and from the overstimulation that he was giving you. "Fuck I'm gonna cum too, you look so hot right now, crying while screaming my name and clenching so hard on my cock" his seed filled you up when he too reached the peek.

he trough his head back "Ughh fuck" he said. his skin was glistened with sweat, his face looked erotic. just the sight of him, cumming was enough to make you almost cum again. 

he came to a stop and slowly pulled out of you with a sigh. a smile grew on his face as he looked down at you. "you look so cute full of my cum" he said as he pecked your forehead. Your body felt tired and soare. "let's get you cleaned up" he said as he started to get dressed again.

[dolce-peach]

all i need

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: angst, action, fighting

a/n: soooo i haven't written for steve in a while 🥺 this was originally gonna be an angsty mess BUT your girl is absolutely touch starved sooooooooooooo in the midst of finishing another request, i had this other idea pop up and just ran with it -- hope yall enjoy 🥰 also happy new year!!

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The wound wasn't as dilapidating as you thought it would be, but it was still a pain in the ass.

You gritted your teeth as you stumbled back, your knees nearly giving way.  You should’ve known better.  Perhaps it was your confidence, or rather ignorance of the enemy.  When you finally noticed Peter’s worried-sick expression as he caught you before you fell, you swallowed hard, mustering a smile.

“Cap, Y/N’s been hit!” he nearly screamed into the radio.  “Please send backup!  Anything!”

You shook your head as Peter pressed his gloved hands on your wound.  The strength of his pressure practically knocked the wind out of you.  “It’s fine.  Just a flesh wound.”

“On my way.  Are there any more soldiers in the area?”

“No, sir!” Peter exclaimed, the eyes on his mask squinting as his head darted around.  “Holy cow, that’s a lot of blood -- please hurry!”

You placed your hand on his before giving his hand a squeeze.  “Calm down, Peter,” you hissed through the pain.  “I'm not gonna die, but I might have a few cracked ribs from you putting too much damn pressure.”

His eye pieces expanded widely.  His hands fell away.  “Oh, uh, sorry…agh!”  His hands darted back to their position as you had more blood pool and drip through your suit.

“You’re doing great,” you said patiently.  

Footsteps approached quickly, stopping at the entrance of the lab.

“Oh my God,” Steve breathed as he knelt quickly, taking in the situation.  He eventually secured his shield over his shoulders.  “Stark, evac, now.”

His face was stone as he easily lifted you in his arms.  “Move out, Queens.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter answered with a squeak, following closely behind.

You couldn’t see much as your vision was beginning to fade, so you leaned your head against Steve’s chest.  When your eyes fluttered closed to catch your breath, he gently shook you.

“Eyes open.”

You groaned.  “One more minute.”

His eyes were fixed up ahead at the opening Quinjet.  “Nat, we need the trauma kit,” he told her as she came rushing out.  He put his finger to his ear.  “Stark, we have to go.”

“Jesus, what were you hit with?” Natasha muttered as she helped set you down on the floor of the jet.

You winced as she injected you with painkillers.  “A bullet, I think.”

“You think?” Steve shot, his voice low.

Even if you could answer him, you decided not to.  You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the dull throbbing that covered your entire stomach.  Truth be told, you actually couldn’t really remember what happened.  It was all so fast.  One moment you were using your momentum to throw someone to the ground, the next you pushed Peter out of the way just as some goon pulled the trigger.

Steve opened his mouth to say more when Natasha shot him a look.  Her attention turned back towards you.  “Well, I don’t think it hit any of your vital organs,” she said.  “You’re bleeding pretty badly, though.”

“What a miracle,” you said dryly.

Before long, the Quinjet was up in the air.  The ride back to the compound was pretty turbulent, or maybe that was just the pain talking.  It was damn near impossible to take a nap, mostly because Natasha kept changing your bandages.

You hissed through your teeth in pain.  

Peter’s eyes were wide as he sat across from you.  Thoughts zoomed behind his eyes, and they weren’t going to slow down any time soon.

”Peter,” you called.

He was by your side in less than a second.  ”Y-yeah?”

”You okay?”

The poor boy had tears threatening to fall as he nodded vigorously.  ”Yeah, I’m okay.”

You pursed your lips into a smile.  ”Good.”  You sighed.  ”I’m not going to die, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

”Oh, no, I was just concerned, that’s all, I mean…” he trailed off before looking down.  ”I’m gonna stop talking now.”

You immediately regretted laughing as more blood soaked through.  ”Ah, shit…” you groaned.  ”You know, it’s not your fault, kid.”

Peter wiped his eyes with his gloved hands.  ”Okay…”

Unbeknownst to you, Steve sat in the corner.  His blue eyes watched you carefully, as if you were going to disappear or breathe your last.  They were filled with guilt with the fact that if he went with you instead, maybe you wouldn’t be bleeding out on the jet floor.

But something else stirred, a certain frustration.  You weren’t always the most careful.  Even in something as trivial as board games on game night, you were always the first one to sacrifice yourself, and that quality was something Steve always feared.  It was like looking in a mirror, into the eyes of someone who wouldn’t hesitate laying their life on the line.

You were a loose cannon.

—

“What the hell were you thinking?” Steve shot as you both stormed into the infirmary.

The rest of the group decided to congregate in the lab just outside, though you noticed they kept their distance.  It wasn’t the first time you and Steve were arguing, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but there was something about his aura that seemed different.  

He was comfortable with you, and that was always a good thing, but when it came down to keeping your relationship as professional as possible is where things were grey.  

“I stepped in because Peter needed backup.  That was my job.”  You didn't dare catch his eye as you set your gear down on the long table.  You quickly got some gauze and put pressure on your wound.  “I did what I needed to do.  End of story.”

“Your job was to fly recon and report back, not get tangled up in that mess and nearly get yourself killed.”

You were snapping.  “So I should’ve just left Peter there to die?  He’s a kid!”

“He knew the risks, and so should you,” Steve said coldly.

You couldn’t believe your ears.  “Do you hear yourself right now?”

You could almost see his pupils constrict dangerously.  

“The mission was —“

“Never in jeopardy,” you finished with clear diction.  You approached him slowly, glaring up at him.  “And I managed to save both the kid and the hostages.”

“You’re missing the point,” he said, his voice low.  “You could’ve died out there.”

“No, you’re missing the point.  It’s fine by me if everyone comes home but me.  That’s the sacrifice I’ve always been willing to make.  I thought you understood that better than anyone.”

He slammed the counter with a fist, shattering the plastic of the tray holding surgical instruments you had yet to use.  They fell clanging to the floor.  Your eyes widened with a fear you never knew you could have around him.  

He removed his hand from the table with a crunch and walked out without another word.

“Uh, Miss Y/N, ma’am?” Peter tentatively chimed in at the door.  “A-are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you told him with a pursed smile.  “Good work today, Peter.  C-could you send Bruce in?  I might need help stitching this up.”

He gave you a sweet smile before bounding down the hall to get said doctor.  You wanted to follow him, but your feet were glued there at the table.  If you ripped yourself away, you would’ve collapsed with the way your knees were shaking.

Instead, tears began falling on their own.  You gasped for air as a sob wretched its way out of your throat.  Fearing someone might hear, you clasped your hand over your mouth, though your body still shook from your cries.  

Fear was the one thing keeping you from running after Steve to make this right.

—

You kept yourself sequestered in your room for the remainder of the day, emerging only for dinner before going back again.  You hid yourself under your blankets, trying to sleep, but the pain kept you tossing and turning.

Steve was nowhere to be found.  Part of you was relieved, but the other part of you was insanely worried.  Even though he was always the level-headed one, you hoped he wasn’t doing anything too rash.  

As you turned in your bed, you sighed as you sat up, shaking your head.  This wasn’t going to get better without you being the one to apologize, or at least say something to salvage your relationship as teammates, if not for the sake of your friendship.

You started for the door to your room, only to open it to find Steve standing there.  

He mirrored your shocked expression, his ocean eyes holding waves of emotions — relief that he found you, remorse for what he did, anger that you were alone with the tracks of your tears paved into your cheeks.  He was afraid to touch you, to make any sudden movement that would send you back into your cave.

Your heart was in your throat as you managed to squeak out his name.  “Steve…”

It was more than enough permission for him to take a cautious step closer.

“I…”  The words were right there.

With his hand slowly raised, his rough thumb grazed your cheek.  You found yourself sighing into his touch, closing your eyes as you came home.

He silently took you in, studying you for a moment as he moved closer.  You could tell he didn’t want to make a wrong move.  It honestly scared you to see him so unsure.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, your eyes shooting open.  “No, I shouldn’t have —“

“No no, sweetheart, it was my fault,” he murmured again.  “You must’ve been scared.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him.  It was a small white lie, but it didn’t matter, because at that moment, with him there, you were fine.

He gave you a small smile before it faded, his thick brows furrowing.  “I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that,” he said.  “I shouldn’t have left you alone.  It wasn’t your fault.  I was just scared.”

Guilt made you heavier as you thought of the torment he probably put himself through the entire day.  You took his face in your hands, your fingers trailing over his jaw and neck.  “I only did what I did because I knew in my heart that I needed to save Peter.  I wasn’t even thinking of the consequences.  I just knew I would never forgive myself if I stood by and did nothing.”

“I know,” he said softly with a small nod.  “I know.”

You knew he knew.  

The tension was still suffocating.  

“Would you believe me if I said I had a whole speech planned out and everything?” he tried joking.

When you cracked a smile, relief washed over his expression.  

“But when I saw you, all of it went out the window,” he finished, searching your eyes.  “All I needed was to see you.  That’s it.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours, your foreheads brushing against each other.  You closed his eyes as his begged for permission.  You answered by closing the gap.  For a few moments you were lost in his taste and how full his lips were.  He held you so gently, so carefully as his hands pulled your waist closer to his hips.  

His skin felt so hot, and you could feel it through his lips, your arms brushing against each other, and his chest that he cocooned you in.  He tried to show you that he could be your home, that he was your home.  Your arms trailed from his chest to wrap around his neck as you raised yourself on your tiptoes.

You wanted him to hold you forever, to keep you locked away in his embrace. You wanted him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear the entire night.  You wanted him to kiss you and praise you and make you new.

You desperately needed him to revive you, and you had a feeling that he knew it too.

The kiss was broken when he lifted you, your legs locking themselves around his waist.  You quickly caught your breath, gazing down at him.

He was looking at you like you were his world, and his eyes were the universe you lived in.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“Steve.”  A guilty part of you loved it when he overthought, but now wasn’t the time to tease.  “I always love it when you kiss me, and that’s not gonna change.”

It was always funny whenever he grew bashful.  A guy his size and reputation — it was almost comical.  His broad shoulders caved in a bit, and he nervously bit his lips before pursing them into a half-smile.

There were more things you wanted to say, but you didn’t.  Instead your brain succumbed to the overwhelming thought of kissing him again.

“Hold me,” you gave the soft command before you gave in.

And that he did.  

[eerie-night]

i always like stumbling across fic rec lists so i thought about compiling a list of some of my favorites and linking the tumblrs of the authors (but if i cant find them ill link twitter or ao3) bc theyre all fucking awesome

BSD

and all i loved, i loved alone- @featherxs

“An ability?”

— on the past, present, and future of one Edgar Allan Poe.

SOOOO GOOD!! its what originally got me so into bsd and its such a good reread too

(don’t) stop the rain- miniekooki

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke finds himself taking care of the Twain family after an unfortunate turn of events.

And he also finds himself considering Mark Twain as more than just an annoying prick.

(ALTERNATIVE TITLE: the domestication of akutagawa ryuunosuke)

i loveeeeeeeeee this and how it goes about describing the family its sooooooooo good

Haikyuu

as bright as a blackhole; and twice as dense- cereal_whore

“Kageyama’s being bullied,” Yamaguchi grits, expression steeled.

Tsukishima lowers his book quietly, and stares, eyes wide.

“As if he has enough social competence to realise he’s being bullied.”

“Tsukki, please.”

Meant to be 5 times Tsukishima accidentally and very reluctantly saved Kageyama from his own social ineptness, and one time Kageyama does the same for him, but we ran into problems bc OP can't count.

(or: everyone is srsly stressed over kageyamas existence, but kageyama, despite having the common sense of a Five Minute Crafts video, is like those buff himbos within the tsundere category. so he somehow ends up wholly unscathed throughout this shit, while everyone else doesnt)

tldr: kageyama lacks forethought, and everyone but him suffers the consequences of it.

i eat this shit up omg omg its great its funny and it makes my day better read it

but not for spring to well up- tookumade

Miya Brothers

Sellers & Buyers of Antiques & Curiosities

Suna Rintarou squints at the small sign attached to the front door of the brick shopfront.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Something flashier? More brass? The Miya brothers could do with a pot plant out the front. The shopfront has one single large window that’s covered by a plain white curtain, so maybe they could open that up and have some of their antiques and such on display so people get an idea of what they buy and sell. Maybe a paint job for the door, which is the most boring brown Suna has ever seen. There is nothing he can say about it—it’s not nice nor ugly, it’s just boring.

Or, maybe Suna could stop giving any more of a damn about this shopfront and just get his appointment over and done with.

After ending a relationship with a fiancé, Suna returns home and tries to heal from heartbreak. Here, he finds friends in the form of the Miya brothers, and learns patience, forgiveness, and what happiness means to him.

this sounds repetitive but…..SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOD i love the emotion and how it deals with sunas ex and like everything about this fic is gold

JJK

“To Chase”- @diggingupgrave

Megumi has never thanked the man who raised him.

god…no words except read it you will not regret it

FE3H

A Fair Day’s Work- featherhearted

“I may have some coffee in the place for you,” said Prime Minister Aegir. “Let me show you how much better I have become at brewing it to your taste.”

“If you insist,” said Minister Vestra but he sounded pleased. To Delarivier, who had literally made it her profession to attune herself to his tone (usually ranging from sort-of-murder-y to extremely-murder-y), Minister Vestra sounded very pleased indeed.

Ferdinand and Hubert's long-suffering aides figure out a way to work fewer hours.

im a whore for outsider povs and this one takes the cake and does laps around my brain when i try and sleep

TMA

a glass essay- fairbanks

Right out of university Jon's run out of time to run from the Web. The only way he knows to escape one domain is to give yourself to another, and he's always been good at being alone.

He really wasn't imagining the Lukas family would take him in at all, let alone arrange him to marry some smarmy ass named Peter Lukas.

yet again something to reread till you memorize every word and still cant get enough

now for authors that i recommend HIGHLY and a fic or two from them:

@blackkatmagic

i recommend everything shes written but my top favorites currently are:

Cor Cordium

Fox dies. He wakes up. And then things start getting weird.

its so so good and kats soooo good at characterization and descriptions and could prob make paint drying interesting

out of night (out of nothing)

It's the duty of the Temple Guard to keep the Sacred Spire, the Force nexus at the heart of the Temple. Feemor's always done his duty gladly, kept it safe, kept the light burning. Order 66 changes everything. Changes him. Changes the Spire, too.

Hevy, Cutup, and Droidbait are just caught in the currents and trying to make the most of their second chances, but an unstable Jedi and new powers don't make anything easier.

the concept is so cool and the execution is even better she could probably sell me air and id go crazy for it

trade your heart for bones to know

A week after an attack that nearly killed him and his son, Jaster Mereel finds Mostross dead on a battlefield. His killer is a Jedi, grievously wounded, who Jaster takes into his care. By Mandalorian tradition, Jon Antilles owes him a life-debt, and Jaster is cunning enough not to let such a thing slip away.

It's meant to be an entirely political arrangement. It doesn't stay that way for long.

not to sound like broken record but god this is fucking fabulous

i totally recommend checking out ALL her works but these were the first ones i thought of out of the ones that are currently updating

@x-authorship-x

she has written sooo many good fics im just going to recommend my favorite series and you can go from there

Eyes

Shisui is way too strong to have his eye taken by Danzo

He's the only one smart enough to master the simplest of techniques to legendary proportions

He was sweet and kind and, despite everything he'd seen and all the things he'd done, he wasn't afraid to hope. To dream for something better.

A series for Shisui

the characters, the plots, the descriptions all add up to something amazing

llamallamaduck

do yourself a favor and check her out, you will not regret it. unfortunately, i will restrain myself to only recommending one fic but DO check the rest out

With no root in the land —(To keep my branches green)

He is not a human and he is not a beast and he is not a creature, but he is. He is a being, then. A being that changes and learns and lives. He thinks his name is Ani.

this is the fic that i first read by llamallamaduck and its a really good introduction to how fucking amazing she is at doing crossovers and writing in general

i hope you enjoy these as much as i have :)

[adrealucia]

Are you gonna do a part 2 to cheating with the devil? It was soooo good!

i actually never indented to write a part two, but honestly, might make this a mini series and write a third part?

pairing: agedup!loak, agedup!neteyam x y/n

warnings: mention of blood, fighting, crying, mention of cheating, angst

word count: 2.2k

wanna read part one?

Cheating with the devil

It's quiet. For a moment, it feels like the whole world is standing still. No one talks, no one moves, yeah it feels like no one even breathes. This cannot happen right now, it just should not. You always imagined your future, you always knew how things would turn out for you and still, this is something you never even actually considered.

Your mate finds you, stripped naked, exhausted, and laying next to his older brother. Never in your life before did you want to just disappear, but there might be a first time for everything. Sleeping with your husband's older, perfect brother was just another check off of this list. The expression on Lo'ak's face made your heart break into two separate pieces. You wanted to scream and cry. You wanted to explain that this isn't what it looks like, but to your disappointment, this was exactly what it looked like. You and Neteyam had slept with each other and as much as you want to regret your actions, for some reason you can't.

Tears start to build up in your eyes and your lips begin to tremble. Your mate, who is just simply standing there, looking at you and jaw clenching. Neteyam looked way too calm and the fact he didn't even care about your relationship with his brother makes you furious.

But it seemed like you didn't really care as well, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have done this, you would not have betrayed him like this.

You gulp, hysterically shaking your head. "Lo'ak I swear-" you wanted to say something, something that could change the way he was looking at you. You wanted to tell him how much you love him, god, there were so many things that you wanted to tell him. "What? Are you gonna swear this is not what it looks like?" He cuffs in disbelief, shaking his head and coming closer to you.

Neteyam still not saying a thing. He just sits there, staring right at his brother. It's like he is just waiting for him to make a wrong step, so he can attack him, like some animal spying on his prey. He scares you.

You are humiliated, sitting naked on the floor, back still sticky from Neteyams cum. "I felt something was off, remember I am your mate? We are connected for life for fuck sake. What were you thinking?" Lo'ak steps even closer, tears now streaming down your cheeks, blurring your sight. "Fucking my brother? What are you? Some kind of whore?" He lifted his hand and then he froze. After all, he is still your mate and he had no intention of hurting you, not even after what you did to him. So he quickly pulled his hand back to his body, also taking one step back. His ears lay flat against the sides of his head.

His words hurt you so much, even when you know that you deserved this. Lo'ak had every right to be mad at you, damn, you wouldn't even be mad if he didn't resist slapping you across the face. Because if you could you would do it yourself. "Lo'ak I didn't mean to.." you sniffle, trying to cover yourself up, by raising your knees up and resting your arms on top of them. Your face is buried inside your arms because you really wanted to hide the shame that is covering your entire face. "What, you didn't mean to-… what? Hurt me? Fuck my brother? Destroy fucking everything we had?" Lo'ak turned around, facing Neteyam. His expression was so disgusted and angry, you have never seen him like this. "And you? Are you just gonna sit there and wait for me to leave, so you can fuck her again? You are not my brother anymore. You are dead to me."

His voice was so cold and distant. Neteyam did not seem very impressed by his younger brother, almost unbothered and you were scared he would start to laugh at Lo'ak any minute. "You are so fucking proud of yourself, huh? Finally, you took even the last thing in my life that was actually important to me. Congratulations, you did it." Lo'ak didn't cry and if you were honest, that terrified you the most. You did not really care about Neteyam, you just want to fix this again.

You grabbed the blanket, the piece of fabric that Neteyam used to clean his cum off of your back, and you covered your body. With blurred sight you try to lift yourself up, trying to stand again. But it was hard, not just because your legs were weak from what happened before, but also because your body almost refused to balance itself. Your heart and mind wanted two different things, but you couldn't figure out if your heart was calling for your mate or his brother. "Lo'ak, I am sorry! This should have never happened… I love you." He turned around, looking into your teary eyes. His facial expression was blanc, not a single sight of any emotion. "You are right, this should have never happened." But it did, it did happen.

"You don't deserve her."

You looked up and your eyes found Neteyams large body right in front of your fragile looking one. One of his hands was reaching out for your lower back, trying to comfort you. In an instant, your body twitched, away from his touch. You don't want his comfort. Right now all you need is your mate to forgive you, hug you, and tell you how much he still loves you. This view in front of him broke Lo'ak for a second time, you and him standing so close together. "You are right, Neteyam. I think you two deserve each other."

"No, Lo'ak!"

Your scream almost shattered his heart even more. He loved you so much, he always had. Even when his brother thinks that he liked you before Lo'ak did. That is actually not true. He always used to watch you and he used to tell his mother everything about you, oh his mother… she will be so disappointed in you. Thinking about it she will probably be even more disappointed by her oldest son, betraying his little brother like this.

Your mate came closer to you, pointing his finger to where your heart should be sitting. "y/n, I thought out of all the people, you would be the last to betray me like that. I guess I was being delusional believing, that you could really be mine. That I finally had something, that my brother couldn't take from me. I was wrong. You are no longer mine and I am no longer yours…" You pressed your hand against your mouth, not wanting to hear his next words. "…I felt it break. I felt our connection break the second I saw you. We are no longer mated, the bond is gone."

No, this can't be true. How can this be true, when you can still feel him so close to your heart? How is this possible when you can still feel all of his pain? "No, No Lo'ak I can still feel it… I-…It cannot be gone!" Your hand banging against your chest over and over, trying to feel something, trying to feel him again.

His eyes are tearing up, his expression still blanc and a single tear falling down his cheek. Lo'ak's heart is beating fast and it feels like he can't breathe, like half of his body was just ripped apart from him. You were crying so desperately, hopelessly trying to hold onto something. In a matter of seconds, you fell down to your knees. A sharp pain hits you, but not in the knees where you expected it, It was your heart that was screaming for Lo'ak.

Suddenly something in your expression changed, you weren't crying anymore. You were angry, so angry at the other man standing right next to you. Still, with weak knees you are getting yourself up again, coming dangerously close to Neteyam. "This is because of you!" You scream, pushing him back. "You did this! You knew this would happen! You knew he would come back and find out!" Your small hands were slamming against his strong chest, leaving no harm. "You knew it…" Your voice got weak again and you started to cry again. "…This is your fault" you were breathing heavily, almost out of rage.

"No baby, you did this. This is not just my fault, but ours. I knew he would come back and the risk of him catching it was worth it to me and I know it was worth it to you as well, otherwise, you wouldn't have done this in the first place." he quietly chuckles and you could clearly hear Lo'ak's breaking into even more pieces, it would be impossible to repair. Neteyam cupped your face and pulled you closer to his chest, making you cry against his skin. Somewhere deep inside of you knew he was right, even when you did not want to believe it.

"Oh great mother, please stay with me…" you heard Lo'ak whisper the words and after that, everything happened really fast. He pulled you aside and immediately his fist hit Neteyam right onto his nose. You gasped when the older one held his already bleeding nose and stumbled back, leaving you in shock, not being able to move. His fist hit his face again and again until Neteyam eventually punched back once and missed his target. Lo'ak pushed his brother to the ground and repeatedly hit him until he abruptly stopped. He was sitting on top of his hips, crashing down in tears. "I always looked up to you! I don't understand… what did I ever do to you? Why can I not have something nice, without you destroying it?" He was sobbing, weakly banging on his brother's chest.

He doesn't want to believe that this was your fault too. If he could he would just like to imagine that his brother was just accidentally stepping in on you getting dressed and nothing happened between the two of you. But he saw it, he saw how he came on your back and while he did it, he looked right into his brother's eyes.

Neteyam was coughing blood and you were deeply worried for him, but on the other hand, you did not understand why he did not just punch back. Maybe he didn't hate his little brother that much after all?

"…I always wanted to be like you, ever since I was just a little kid…" You still felt Lo'ak's pain and it was hurting you as well, not being able to comfort him. "I don't understand…'teyam? Why do you despise me so much?"

"…I-I do not… hate you Lo'ak"

Neteyam looked up at his brother, they both looked equally awful. Lo'ak with his puffy and red eyes, wet face, and crying face. Neteyam with blood running down his nose, a bruised cheekbone, and a cracked lip.

"I envied you."

Right now it felt like you were only watching a scene from a movie, you could only watch and not take any action in it. Lo'ak's ears perked up and for a moment he stopped crying. He looked his brother in the eyes, confused and still angry. His head slightly tilted to the side and slowly he scooted down from his brother's body.

"I envied you so much. All the pressure was on me and you, you could do just whatever you wanted and no one cared one bit!" Neteyams voice carried so much bottled-up anger. You had no other choice than to quietly rest your body against a wall, still trying to process what just had happened "I also wanted to be like you, Lo'ak… carefree and rebellious."

"And god I was so angry when you mated with her. Because, yes she is a dreamy woman, but so much more than that. She saw someone in you, someone no one else saw… she understood who you are! I wanted that, I wanted someone to see me as well. It was never really about her. I just wanted someone who could see me, the true me. Not as the perfect little soldier, you and everyone else had always seen me as!

You gulped, his words gave you shivers down your spine, and for some reason, you still felt sorry for him. Neteyam was the reason why you cheated on Lo'ak and he only did it to hurt him, he didn't even really care about you in the first place. "You wanted to be like me?" As if Lo'ak didn't understand what his older brother had just said right now, he had to ask again. " You really envied me?" His voice made it almost sound like he was happy to hear that, and maybe he was. Neteyam didn't answer him, only nod.

"I am sorry for using y/n against you. I know she loves you, that's why I did it in the first place… you know. I thought maybe she could love me as well as she loved you. Be mad at me, don't be mad at her…"

And suddenly you thought, maybe Lo'ak can forgive you after all…

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authors note: I never wrote angst before, so tell me if i did good and i kind of hope i made y’all shed a tear or two :)

hope y’all liked it!

btw. some people requested smut for the second part, but i thought that would be really inappropriate 💀 so yeah, might write more and maybe i will end the series with another smut part <3

[onlyhope93]

He’s not as bad as he seemed to be - Chapter 1 - oops

There is nothing like Discussion Conference, in Cloud Recesses nonetheless, thought Wei Wuxian, trying to escape all the judgemental and incriminating looks the ‘orthodox’ cultivators were sending him. What wouldn’t I give for a jar of Emperor's Smile... What did he think, dragging me all the way here? He knows Lans hate everything unconventional in cultivation, but no... ‘You're my head disciple, if I have to suffer through this instead of focusing on rebuilding Lotus Pier, I damn well will not suffer through it alone. You’re coming with me, end of discussion. A-Jie will handle everything here. Besides, a little break from your constant drinking in the winehouses will do you and the owners good. At least they’ll be able to replenish their wine reserves’.  

He and Jiang Cheng, along with several of their most trusted disciples were in Gusu Lan Cloud Recesses for three days already and all that was discussed so far was how generous the Lanling Jin was in aiding various smaller and bigger sects in rebuilding and establishing connections with new sects, which sprouted after the Sunshot Campaign like mushrooms after rain. Three days, and nothing but bootlicking. Wei Wuxian felt like he’s going to be sick if he sat there even a minute longer, so after lunch he snuck out, only sending Jiang Cheng a wink. It’s a good thing his brother knows him so well that he only rolled his eyes and let him go. Trying to keep Wei Wuxian in that discussion room any longer would surely end in some political disaster.

He was walking leisurely through stone gardens and beautifully styled pathways, the serene atmosphere giving him a feeling of nostalgia. Memories of his study days flying before his eyes. How much easier it was back then... No worries, no wars, no pain, no death... We worried only for how to kill boredom, the only wars we experienced was on night hunts fighting resentful creatures, the only pain came from scrapes and cuts on training sessions or when playing around, and nobody even thought about the possibility of death, we were immortal cultivators after all. Now? All that’s left from those times are memories clouded by the shock of reality and adulthood that came too fast. Gods I’m pathetic, I’m not even 20 yet! And I feel like I’m fucking 40... ugh, get a grip Wei Wuxian! He shook off the morbid thoughts and decided to go find that waterfall he liked to spend his free time at during the lectures here. He was just about to turn the corner when he suddenly bumped into somebody. A tall somebody in white and light blue elegant clothing, stern features and a goatee. He was soooo screwed now...

“Lan xiansheng, good afternoon. Wonderful day we have today, don’t we?”, yep he was screwed. “Forgive me for my inattention. I’ll be out of your way now”, said Wei Wuxian, stepping out of the way and waiting for Lan Qiren to pass him by with haughty expression and sneer on his lips. How wrong he was.

“Wei Wuxian. Since the fate decided to cross our paths again, come” said Lan Qiren turning around and walking away, clearly expected to be followed.  

“Forgive me xiansheng, but my student years are long passed and I don’t need any more lectures.” answered Wei Wuxian, not moving.

Lan Qiren stopped, saying “I said come. You are in Cloud Recesses. ‘Do not disrespect the elder’, ‘Honour your teacher and respect his teachings’. I thought you once, therefore I am forever your teacher. Now come.”  

And with this he strode away. What was Wei Wuxian to do, but obey? I'll just have to endure it. I do it every day from Jiang Cheng anyway.

Lan Qiren led him to his office. It was a medium sized room, elegant and airy, with small stove for brewing tea close to small table for discussions and admitting guests, spacious desk for writing, and shelf that took a vast majority of the back wall for all documents and space for research materials.

Wei Wuxian stayed by the door, unsure of what to expect. Lan Qiren sat at the table and waited. He rose one of his eyebrows looking at his guest. Wei Wuxian sighed and slowly came to sit down. And since Lan Qiren clearly stated he is here as his student and due to the generational difference, it was Wei Wuxian’s responsibility to prepare and serve tea. Once the formalities were seen to and first sips of tea taken, it was time for the lecture.  

“I assume you know, or at least are able to guess, what I want to talk with you about. I was informed you strayed from the orthodox cultivation and are dealing with demonic arts. You are also well aware what my opinion of it is since the lectures you were part of. However, I was informed that you disappeared for three months after the attack on Lotus Pier and were presumably thrown into the Burial Mounds by Wen Chao. Do not look at me liked that, I was Acting Sect Leader for years before my nephew took over the sect after his father’s passing, I have my way of gaining information outside of gossip. You have not used your sword since then, nor are you carrying it with you as our tradition and propriety dictates. Answer me this. What is wrong with your golden core?”

Wei Wuxian was speechless. How did he know? There is no way he learned it from any spy, nobody except from me, Wen Qing and Wen Ning knows. There’s no way... Hackles raised, Wei Wuxian tried to play the fool.

“I don’t know what you are talking about xiansheng, my golden core is just fine. And what Burial Mounds? Your informant must be quite the storyteller.”

“Do not try lying to me and do not take me for a fool. My informant has seen a group of Wens, including Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu heading towards the Burial Mounds on their swords with someone in their grasp. The person was in bad shape, in nondescript clothing, but visibly young. Unfortunately, by the time the information got to me, you already managed to join the Sunshot Campaign. And also unfortunately, I managed to associate the youth they carried with you once the Campaign was well underway and I was informed about your new style of cultivation. Resentful energy damages the body and the spirit. It is vile, dangerous and unpredictable. I will ask again, what is wrong with your golden core?”

This cannot be happening. Out of all the people in the world it had to be Lan Qiren, hasn’t it? He has to think of something fast. There are too many people here, too many sects, too many witnesses. He has to do something otherwise the Jiang sect is going to be in danger. They just started rebuilding, they cannot afford to be attacked now, when there is so little chance they will survive it. Not when everyone will find out he is coreless and decide that his Yin Tiger Amulet is out for grabs. It is too dangerous to be in anyone else's hands.

And now here he is. All his plans to wait until the Yunmeng Jiang is fully re-established to destroy that damn thing and end this miserable existence of his with it. To wait until everyone is safe again after war. It’s all for nought.

In his panic, Wei Wuxian stood up feigning anger, looking around discreetly as if someone would be able to hear. He started to move towards the door, saying “I told you already xiansheng, my golden core is just fine. As is my body and my spirit. I know myself best.”

In a blink, Lan Qiren was in front of him, grasping his wrist. Wei Wuxian tried to escape, but what he didn’t take into account is the legendary Lan arm strength. Despite being a scholar and a teacher, Lan Qiren was still a Lan. Diligent in his training and honing his skills for years, he could easily overpower Wei Wuxian.

And then he stated probing his meridians, which were found empty but undamaged, with void in place of the core.

“Impossible,” said Lan Qiren, looking at Wei Wuxian in shock. “Who did this to you?”

His grip on the wrist slackened, and Wei Wuxian was finally able to wrest his hand back to himself. He was in sooooo much trouble now.  

“Nobody did anything to me, I am completely fine. I didn’t expect the great Grandmaster of the Lan Sect, Lan Qiren, to be so discourteous as to grab people without their permission”, seethed Wei Wuxian through gritted teeth and with anger in his eyes, their colour flickering between grey and red.  

“Forgive me my discourtesy, but it was the only way to check on your health without you avoiding examination”, said Lan Qiren, trying to placate the fuming Wei Wuxian. “The technique used to extract your golden core is very old and only 2 or 3 copies of it exist, one of which is in possession of the Lan Sect. I know it was not the Core Melting Hand, his core crushing technique destroyed also the meridians. I felt the meridians of a person attacked by Wen Zhuliu and they were in state of total devastation. Your meridians are whole and healthy, although energy in them is stagnant and tinted by resentment, and they are singed only where they meant to be connected to the core. Someone clearly performed a surgery on you. The only question is what experiments were they performing on you and what they used your core for?”

That's it, isn’t it? He's done for. After all his attempts to keep it a secret, after hurting so many people with his lies, it had to be his old teacher. He always thought the Old Man Lan hated his guts. He was ready for another lecture full of scoldings and hateful comments, but he had no idea how it turned out as it did.

And then the door opened.  

[caracalclaws]

So... are Mint and Neo still friends at all? since they used to share a blog?

Somewhere in the Mystic Ruins, sometime ago.

"... Hey, Neo. I kinda need to tell you something..."

Mint steps carefully into the base; she has long gotten used to how dark it is in this place. Neo briefly turns his head in acknowledgement, away from the holo-screen he's always glued to-- she can never figure out what he's studying on that thing.

"You're early." Is all that the robot says. "You told me your shift ended at midnight. I would have come to the station if you had called."

"Y- Yeah, I know. I know you hate me walking allll the way here in the dark..."

"Hm." She can't really tell if that 'hm' is in annoyance or dismissal of the topic. He continues; "what is it you need to inform me of?"

The caracal swallows, thickly. She can already begin to feel her heart pound in her chest at the very idea of confrontation-- Hell, she's almost as nervous as she first began her G.U.N training. Or the first time she broke into this base and discovered him-- that Neo Metal Sonic was still alive & sustaining themselves here in the first place.

... Something that the Commanders are still very much unaware of, as per their agreement.

"... Soooo.... G.U.N want to take me on full-time, now. As of today, I've... I've finished all my neccessary training. I'm... I'm officially a Rookie." She tries to announce as confidently as she can muster. "So... Basically, you're not gonna be seeing me as often, now... huh."

Neo pauses his typing on the giant keyboard before the holographic screen, as if in thought. He soon begins tapping away shortly after. "That's great news. Good for you."

"Y-Yeah, but--"

"You do not sound pleased. Is this not a cause for celebration? I'm not familiar with this sort of thing."

"Well--"

"Well, what?"

"Would you let me finish!" She eventually huffs. Her ears fold back a little- she can hear the softest of chuckles. "This is important. I'm-- I'm telling you this because-- I'm... I'm not going to be... working in Station Square now."

The silence seems to go on forever. They both seem to be frozen, before eventually Mint sighs, dumping her backpack onto the floor in a heap. She fidgets, mouth opening and closing a few times, before her eyes squeeze shut and she just blurts it out.

"I'm- I'm moving out! I... I'm gonna be looking at apartments in Metropolis, later this week..." Ugh, suddenly her throat feels all tight. Why is this so hard?! It's not like this abandoned old place is a very nice place to live, and she always tells herself Neo's company sucks but its better than nothing. "The headquarters are in Metropolis, and... that's where I'll be working, now..."

"... So. You're leaving."

If she knew better, she might have said he sounded... Disappointed? No, sad? Neo was still exceptionally hard to read, and his constant-blank facial expression did little to elaborate on what he was thinking or feeling. She feels her eyes begin to well up a little.

But she forces them back. As much as possible, anyway. In the lowlight, its very easier to see her eyes are shiny with wetness.

"I-- I would've told you sooner, that-- that my training was coming to an end... But... I thought it wouldve been alright, y'know? I didn't think I'd end up stationed so- so far away... and..."

"Don't cry."

"I'm not crying, stupid!" Sniff. She very unsubtley wipes her face into her arm. "I'm just-- I'm just overwhelmed..."

She knows Neo isn't... The most empathetic of individuals. Which is why its so God damn embarrassing to be all welled up infront of him. Her bottom lip trembles, but she sighs again, a little shaky, however she begins to regain her composure.

"I'll... I'll start boxing up all my stuff in the morning." She mumbles out.

Neo's head tilts to one side. "I can help you with moving."

"Please. Its not like I can get a moving van all the way out here."

Neo lets out an amused hum. He makes a motion for her to come closer, turning himself towards the screen once again. Mint hesitates, but she does eventually begin to drag her feet over towards the robot...

"Don't get upset about this. This is your career; our... Affiliation put that on the line, as it was." Neo begins. She knows 'affiliation' does actually mean 'friendship', but she doesn't bother correcting him. "Its not as if you will not see me again."

Mint pauses to think about that for a second, her head lifting from how its hung like a sad puppy. But he continues.

"You will always know where to find me. Just make sure you don't get into any trouble."

She manages a small laugh at that. "W- When do I ever get into trouble?"

"Always. All the time. Constantly, actually." ... As condescending as he was, he did have a sense of humour.

"...I'll miss you, Neo."

There was another break of silence. But Neo eventually shrugs. "Your... Lack of presence here will not go unnoticed."

It was going to be hard. Alone.

Grand Metropolis, present.

... One day, I'll see you again.

@neometalmadness

[lemmilemura]

Watching OOUIL

HEAVY SPOILER WARNING FOR LITERALLY THE ENTIRE SHOW I wrote down anytime I had important/sudden thoughts about stuff. Little warning, there is quite a lot of times I just simp over Simon, but what's new? There will be timestamps so you can go and look what happened to cause that reaction. Also since I was watching in one sitting and it was already past midnight and I was recovering from fever and tired and all that good stuff, towards the end and the last few episodes I didn't write down much. That is also the reason for the many, many typos xD I apologize

Episode 1

00:10 > literally just hearing Simon’s voice is already doing smth to me xD

00:22 > Simon honey I love you but that jacket was a CHOICE

00:50 > not the “I ship it” comment qwq

01:09 > god bronwyn's parents suck

01:26 > I only have my headphones on one ear and like Simon keeps talking and I never want him to stop xD

01:31 > Ah yes, the classic “ew our parents are kissing” teenager trope. just suck it up, Maeve

01:42 > i know, i know, i'm just being nitpicky, but Bronwyn’s phone says she had headphones connected? no she doesn’t

01:52 > if you ever see me smiling that wide while running, please assume I’ve been possessed, I probably have

02:02 > oh my god i can FEEL the sand in Copper’s shoes qwq

02:12 > Wildcats? isn't that like also a meme? like “What team? Wildcats!” idk I’ve only seen it a handful of times

02:46 > even if i hadnt read the book/had no idea what happens I’d still 100% know Cooper’s dad is gonna be an ass

03:21 > Addy is like, so naturally pretty qwq Girlie you don’t have to do all of this qwq I just wanna give her a hug man. And a gun so she can get rid of Jake. I’d help her hide the body too. Sorry, got a lil too into it there xD

03:28 > her outfit is soooo pretty tho I mean c’mon

03:44 > A bad love story? Like a… BAD ROMANCE?

03:47 > “Varsity skank squad” Damn Simon! Really going in on Addy, huh?

03:56 > the “well, you know” should NOT have affected me as much as it did xD

04:08 > Addy, remember that gun I talked about? Yeah, use it on your mom too while you’re at it

04:18 > god Jake is ugly. I’l sorry to any fans of his actor but damn. it really do be the basic white bois huh?

04:23 > you can see how uncomfy Addy is qwq

04:41 > “we’ll be quick” we get it, jake, you don’t last long

05:07 > TJ looks wise? no thanks. TJ being a dumbass? bonus points

05:10 > why does that chick look almost identical to Addy?

05:22 > Everyone wants to fuck a bad boy? Honey I want you. I mean if Simon isn’t a bad boy then what is he?

05:29 > “I’ve got so much dirt his probation officer is gonna bury him in it”? Simoooon, look at you with the metaphores

05:44 > Run bitch, ruuuuun! Or alternatively, “I’m fast as fuck boie!”

06:12 > God how I wish I was Janae right now……

06:17 > My god that shirt has a vneck… don’t be shy, take off the tshirt underneath…

06:39 > Lesbians?? In my tv show?? Fuuuck yeeeah!

06:45 > oh my god he’s wearing an earring… Quick, what’s the gay earring rule again? “Right ear means gay, eft means not gay but expressing feminine side” You heard it here first, folks, Simon is a secret Femboy xD

06:46 > these slowmo shottssssss I am living

07:16 > Simon, honey, that is such a bad idea to just have AboutThat open to anyone who flips open your laptop! C’mon, I thought you were smarter than this

07:21 > I would be looking at him the exact same way, Janae. 

07:27 > The smirk,??????? HELLO?????

07:42 > I’ve said it a lot and i will 100% say it again, but DAMN Simon is just so pretty qwq Perfect actor choice 10/10

07:44 > “She can’t prove it’s me” This school probably has security cameras, yes she’d know it’s you. But then again, if the school did have cameras, they’d have solved the mystery waaaay quicker.

07:49 > I am never going to emotionally recover from this

08:19 > he literally has “cold blue eyes” like in the book and that’s what made me immediately fall for him in the first place!!!!

08:23 > What the fuuuuuuuck :0

08:39 > “There is is… that damn smile”

08:45 > Love that she wrote Avengers but from what I can see they’re all DC. Great job, teach

09:17 > Just noticed Bronwyn’s necklace and damn is it ugly

10:02 > Bronwyn never did make it to Debate…

10:16 > no but why is that kinda cute? the way he’s tilting his body like a kid qwq

10:19 > :0 this is where the book starts!! THE COLD BLUE EYESSSSS

10:32 > Is Simon…. shorter than Bronwyn? Or is it just her shoes?? omg is he shmol qwq

11:02 > The way hes sitting, twiddling his fingers, I just, I’m dying

11:05 > then again, there’s probably a lot going through his head, isn’t there?

11:16 > Bronwyn please just stfu. Avery will not believe you. I know, cuz I’ve read the book

11:27 > Isn’t Bronwyn supposed to be the smart kid? Cuz that wasn’t that smart

11:40 > I love his personalityyyyy so sassy

12:25 > he knew she’d say that… he knew… 

12:33 > You can see it on his face qwq I hate this qwq

12:49 > Eggs instead of a carcrash? Weird choice but ok

13:17 > I mean he probably doesn’t have one so xD

13:18 > Nooooooo, he drank iiiitttt qwq

13:31 > It’s taking this long? How? Shouldn’t it happen immediately? Or is that cuz of the amount of water?

13:56 > Nooooooooooooooo qwq I can’t watch this, I’m just gonna start crying qwq

15:48 > I skipped ahead, I couldn’t watch that qwq Reading it is way easier than seeing it

15:54 > my god jake looks ridiculous xD

16:06 > Looked like he was dead? Honey he is!

16:27 > Keely is so pretty qwq

16:56 > They could 100% pass for a straight couple it’s wild

17:07 > Florence and the machine? Like FFXV Florence and the machine? :0000

17:17 > pffffff

17:41 > Bruh does she look okay? She just witnessed her classmate dying! She probably isn’t!

18:09 > He also has an earring?? dafuq

18:53 > Yeah it was!! Wait til you find out the backstory to it

19:00 > his side profile xDDD

19:15 > you can see the tension between hem, god damn

19:32 > Simon’s baaaaaag :0

20:28 > is he getting suspicious??

20:47 > how does her mother know? she a doctor or smth?

21:01 > god that “Bayview High School” could not look any faker xD

21:11 > Janaaaeeee qwq she needs a hug just as much as I do rn qwq

21:24 > The deathstareeeeeee :0 Janae

21:31 > Reading the book I never cared much for Janae, but actually seeing her so fucking sad and close to tears? It’s hitting

22:10 > QWQ I AM GOING TO CRY

23:32 > “Trauma bonding with Nate” I don’t even know this person’s name but I like their humor xD

26:41 > There is no way in hell they both look at eachother at the same time! That’s bull!

28:05 > That’s just creepy, man

28:40 > Sheetmusic? She plays an instrument besides piano? Huh

30:06 > Across the street you say?

30:24 > Okay, that was funny xD

31:13 > Nonnyyy, the icoonnn

31:49 > She iss!!

33:22 > STANLEYYYYYYY :DDDDD

33:38 > stanley is sooo judging him rn xD

33:44 > I forgot Stanley is his pfp xD

34:21 > she legit looks about 10 years older than him…

34:45 > Nuuuuuu Naaate :0

37:17 > Simon knows everything, Addy. Also TJ is such a sweetheart

39:31 > Ok, so, we watched the first 2 episodes in class a year ago and I fucking hate this part I get so much secondhand embarrassment so I’m sorry Janae but I’m gonna skip ahead

42:21 > Nooo, c’mon Nate! Don’t do this!

43:14 > oooooooooooh?

43:27 > Wait, so if Jake is in the pool he can’t have posted it, so it must have been Janae? If she had to write that my god poor girl qwq

44:43 > how tf did anyone get into the trunk? did she leave it unlocked? C’mon Bronwyn!

Total note count for episode 1: 96

Episode 2

00:37 > his hair is even more of a mess than usual xD

00:44 > Wait is this a flashback to when she cheated :000

00:49 > re really doesn’t

01:02 > please don’t fuck outside on the grass

01:07 > now THAT, is a view I really do not mind ;))))

01:5? > hair police? yours is literally the most basic hair ever, you have no right to talk

03:34 > shweeties

04:19 > is that a food truck right outside their school????

05:09 > yeowch

05:38 > the idea of Simon running a podcast, exposing ppl is actually a really fun concept xD

06:20 > not the contact name being “Asshole” xDDDD

06:55 > :00000000000000 Daaaaaaaaamn

07:36 > Nuuuu, Keely qwq babyyy

08:05 > i assume the teacher was turned around because that was so obvious addy!

08:20 > Bruh’s got a death note xDD he would be the type tho

08:56 > what was the notebook forrrrrrr Simoooonnn

10:00 > how tf did this random officer know that’s Addy?

11:58 > really? cmon now, thats so shitty xD

12:19 > more like Homiecide xD

13:42 > why tf is this mom reading AboutThat? xD

13:53 > HES THE MAYORS KID? Ooooh he got the moooooneeeeyyyy

15:02 > Addy……. qwq

16:09 > that was faaaaaast, coop xD

18:03 > :000000000000000

18:10 > Nooooooo, Coooooopppp qwq

20:52 > ok thats actuall kinda cute qwq can you imagine lil kid simon?

22:27 > Two late, two phone related detentions… interesting

24:07 > jis house is so prettyyyyy qwq I wanna live there!

24:16 > TINY SIMONNNNN OH MY GOD BABYYYYY QWQWQWQWQWQ

25:16 > Simon’s mom is fiiiiiiine, I see wher he get’s his good looks from xD

15:29 > Janaaaaaeeee qwq

26:26 > Simon in a suuuuiiittttt Lord have mercy!

26:38 > those fucking professionbal, model photographs xDDD

26:53 > How did she know where his room is? It’s a very very nice room tho, if I may

27:12 > wonder what that sign says…. also his bed looks nice! really comfy too :)

27:43 > look at that fucking setup man! daaaaaamn

27:50 > why is there fucking steps at the door??? xD

28:55 > can I just emphasize the fact his room looks so nice??

29:54 > yeeeeep he def got his looks from his mom, his dad is uglyy xD

30:11 > it would not, actually. not at all

31:25 > i dont think thats the best conversation starter, Maeve xD

32:08 > he did not go to hell! >:0

32:50 > A DRUMSET? AND A GUITAR????? HELLO WHERE IS THAT CONTENT?????

33:32 > Bronwyn can you stfuuuuuu you’re only making this worse

33:47 > atleast hes honest xD

35:07 > this house is so pretty qwq i am so jealous qwq

35:44 > “the incredible hair” pffff

37:56 > A, and I cannot stress this enough, WOOGA

38:59 > I’m gonna fucking scream he looks so goooooododdddd my lord i will not survive

41:22 > I am still not over that giant fucking picture of SImon in the background xD

42:46 > Girl the only thng you did was cheat ona  fucking test it’s not the end of the wrld!

46:48 > since when are full names used? wasnt it just initials in the book? now this is just evil, initials multiple ppl can have, but full names? C'mon dude!

47:25 > MAEVE??????? WhAT THE FUCK???

Total note count for episode 2: 53

Episode 3

00:17 > Keelyyyyy babyyy I love her qwq

00:47  > shes such a shweety qwq

00:59 > another PERFECT OUTFIT 10/10 MY GOD

01:04 > I don’t even know what to say at this point

01:38 > he diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid :)

02:14 > no you fucking dont!

02:55 > Addy is entering her girlboss ear and I love that for her

03:33 > bruh please just use a hairbrush xD

05:20 > its goin down!! hands are being thrown!!

06:39 > addy needs a hug qwq

07:42 > :0 escandalo!

09:10 > they kinda look like siblings wait i love it qwq

11:42 > the laptooooppppp :0

14:51 > okay Janae’s outfits are also really nice, i get why they were bffs xD

16:08 > :00000000000 MAEVEEEEEEEEE OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD

17:13 > why do literalyl all the parents in this suck?

17:39 > Addyyy what are you doing? 

17:53 > Addy! No!

19:21 > TJ looks like a kicked puppy qwq

21:14 > you didnt say it but your face sure did

22:26 > and another perfect outfit!

22:29 > he just keeps getting finer, huh?

22:47 > Daaaamn Simoooooon! :0

22:56 > he looks so ethereal, like an angel or god of some sort :0

23:15 > omg Simon is shmol qwq shmol bean

23:33 > the rings, the bracelets, the necklaces, LORD HAVE MERCY PLEASE

24:20 > NOT NATE :00000 NOOOOOO

29:17 > i love that Addy is dressing for herself now qwq

30:26 > Nooo, Coooperrrr qwq

31:18 > i know that was meant to be all angsty and stuff but it just looked so weird xD

33:56 > Awwwww, Janaaeee qwq

36:13 > WHAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCK :000 I mean same, but still, I was NOT expecting that

36:53 > :0000000000000000000 my exact face rn

37:39 > oh yes we are bronwyn!

38:19 > DONT DO IT COOPER PLEASE QWQ

40:45 > There he is again, in that amazing outfit!

41:05 > his faaaaaaaaace oh my god cooper you have a death wish or something?

42:36 > out of all the 4 stories, bronwyns is the most boring to me xD

45:21 > “straight cosplay” pffffff

Total note count for episode 3: 39

Episode 4

00:31 > his outfits never miss! they’re always so good qwq

00:41 > I love that he’S smaller than atleast 3 of the 4 others xD

01:47 > STANLEY! :D 

03:20 > Janae with her hair down tho??????

13:33 > Stanley’s just listening in to all the drama xD

22:30 > how about Addy and Janae just get together? I would not complain xD

24:54 > “actual lizard” pffffff

26:13 > IT WAS JANAE???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO QWQ

39:22 > Mf looks like a goddamn cryptid xD

41:32 > oh my god hes PISSED you can see it in his faceeee

44:19 > Maaaaaaaaaeve what are you doing????

44:50 > Its momther!

Total note count for epsiode 4: 12

Episode 5

02:00 > if I was sitting in Bronwyns spot I would not be able to focus at all xD

03:20 > Yes addy!!!! Looking good! rocking the short hair!

06:36 > where tf?

13:43 > wtf Cooper???

18:28 > Bronwyn can you not be an asshole for one episode please?

19:02 > MAEVE WAS WHAT???? TO SIMON??? IM SORRY????

21:29 > Bronwyyyyyyyyyyyn whyyyyyyyy oh my god! 

23:52 > they look like such lesbians and I am living for it

33:11 > and ANOTHER perfect fit from Simon, god damn!

39:52 > Please don’t leave Stan behind qwq

Total note count for episode 5: 10

Episode 6

01:07 > janaeeeeeeee that loooook I love itttt

4:31 > “then one summer he got abs” pfffff

04:52 > Janae gave him the idea?????

16:35 > Members of Simon’s what????

21:33 > Awwwww, wait, that’s so cute qwq I knew Janae couldn’t be straight when she dresses like that xD

22:03 > Their dynamic is just chefs kiss xD

22:26 > You can make a move on my anyday xD

33:10 > :0000000000000 NOW THAT IS NOT SOMETHING I EXPECTED TO SEE BUT I AM VERY MUCH WELCOMING IT

36:14 > why are they fucking burning the epi-pen?

37:16 > thats wierdly sweet qwq

37:29 > I know I’m just repeating myself at this point but Simon really does have the best outfits

37:48 > Ayooo? AYO???

38:37 > What if Janae, Maeve and Simon just get in a poly relationship? Problem solved xD

38:51 > His humourrrrr

40:00 > LESBIAAAAAAAAAAAAANSSSSSSSSSSS

40:25 > AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK YEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH

Total note count for episode 6: 16

Episode 7

09:08 > The lighting in all of these flashback Simon scenes is just so good qwq

30:32 > i would also 100% be zooming in on that xD

31:43 > that’s boat racism xD

31:47 > again, his humourrrrr top tier

Total note count for episode 7: 4

Episode 8

00:17 > I don’t want it to be over yet qwq I want more Simon qwq

03:06 > that is such a simple signature are you kidding me?

11:29 > I seriously need to calm down xD I can’t keep reacting like this any time SImon is on screen xD

11:41 > THE LIGHTING AND WINDOWS AND FRAMING AND OMG

12:08 > pfff the sheer “what the fuck” on his face xD

15:30 > AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH one day I will just die because Simon keeps looking that good!!!!

16:40 > do I even have to say anything anymore? like at all?

17:19 > “the magic words”? are you for real xD

25:39 > so him having a lizard is a reason you like him?

27:48 > lookatem with his fucking headset xD you know he streams and just annihilates little kids on vc xD

28:16 > wait so… Simon… didnt even want to kill himself? so really Jake is the reason this all happened…

41:30 > WHAT THE FUCK IS GOJNG ON?????

42:28 > So Jake… killed… Simon? Jake is the reason he’s dead, Simon didn’t want to kill himself Jake killed him! Holy fuck this is different than the book…

42:52 > God Janae looks TERRIFYING

43:24 > YEEEEEES JANAEEEEEEEEE KILL HIIIMMMMMMMMMM GET REVENGEEEEE

44:11 > I’m not even remotely sad about this. I’m happy, really

44:21 > I still cannot believe that JAKE is the reason… welp, I know what headcanons I’m making next

44:29 > …

44:42 > YES AND HE SHOULD HAVE

45:05 > I AM ACTUALLY CRYING STOP HE LOOKS SO TERRIFIED NO

45:35 > now you will cuz YOURE OTH FUCKING DEAD

50:58 > Now what if Simon actually didn’t die? Like imagine that, Jake’s plan all going to waste!

Total note count for episode 8: 25

Total note count: 255

Welp, there you have it xD I put them all together because posting one post for every episode or a pair of episodes, eventhough I'd have to split episode 1 in half, would just be too many notifications xD

So here you go, I hope you enjoy my thoughts while watching OOUIL. :D

[k-kizkhalifa]

episode 10 --

okay i want you all to know how much i struggled to wait to watch this! i was gonna watch it at the gym, today, but like i have a feeling this is A BIG EPISODE SO I FORCED MYSELF TO WAIT UNTIL I WAS HOME AND COULD TYPE OUT MY EXACT THOUGHTS AS THEY HAPPEN.

alright here we go: shion and rei being domestic.

ALRIGHT LOL AT SHION: im a good boy. but if you wanna be a bad boy.... REI: IM A BAD BOY.

damn rei you are fkn whipppppped. awe man shion is soooo in love with rei. ugh. i pray for the best. i really do. (i know that one anon be acting like im so hard on rei and shion, i just think there was more to be desired from rei based on his age.)

ALRIGHT OPENING SCENE. YES. I ALSO FORGET HOW MUCH I LOVE IT. THE SCENE WITH EIJI AND THE STARE AT ASH, HIM IN THE EYE. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH. GETS ME EVERYTIME. -- OH I MEAN, MAO and HISASHI. (okay it was a joke.)

OH ITS HISASHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh look how beautiful he is. im crying. not hisashi being jealous. awe look at him. bro that was a year ago! damn hiashi was in love back then.

mao is so soft and cute. aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the first name thing. I LOVE THIS. ALRIGHT IM PAUSING SO I DON'T MISS ANYTHING. I just... wow. their cute banter and comfortableness. the giggles as they laugh. just ugh they're so cute!

omg mao with the "forever and ever" moment.

alright jin is outside meeting ichikawa. LMFAO NOT THEM DOING A BACK DOOR DEAL FOR BL. BROOOOOOOOOOOOoo. YOU'RE DATING YOU FKN IDIOTS. also, ugh, here we go ichikawa being a fkn drama queen. bro chill. its manga. we get it you lvoe some angst.

the commercial. LMFAO.

not jin demanding they see each other. good lord. tahnk god he stopped talking about manga. awe the hands <3 okay not ichikawa saying: call me anytime, i'll come see you.

alright i'll forgive your rant. for now.

AHHHHHHHHH SHION FELL ASLEEP AND ALL HE WANTED WAS A DAMN MOMENT WITH REI. (I feel like i have to clarify i am not dogging rei for this, i am just expressing my feelings. i feel like that anon got me nervous you all think i hate rei.)

oh shion is such a cutie guy. awe rei and the apology. shion thinking it's adorable. SAY SOMETHING SHION. OKAY THANK YOU. oh, can't say i am shocked that rei got the kiss in.

HISASHI IS BACK. oh him and mao are so adorable. OH THE PICTURE IS SO PRETTY!

oh goodness not hiashi trying to get it in, after, clearly, a night of getting it in and mao being like, "we've done it so much!" alsjdfalskjfalskjf BROOOOO. YOU'RE YOUNG AND IN LOVE. enjoy the feeling mao, please. enjoy that.

omg it's been 3 months!

BRO I KNOW ICHIKAWA IS ABOUT TO LOSE HIS SHIT TO LOSING TO JIN. alsjflasjdflaskjdf

lol mao is the responsible one. lmfao.

awe their date!

gawwwwwwwwh mao is just so in love with this man. i will fk him up if he hurts mao. i am not EVEN PLAYING ABOUT THIS.

mao: i like him. he makes my heart tingle. i would do anything for him. WAIT HISASHI DOES EVERYTHING! I WANNA DO NAUGHTY THINGS TO HIM!

sweet mao. you'll learn. (you know me by now i love when the uke gets some sexual confidence! *cue me pushing misaki*)

yeah mao you're asking those questions about the future and stuff and and i wanna know the answer to bc i am SCARED MY HEART IS GOING TO GET RIPPED OUT.

oh no mao is hiding them so much. i feel like hiashi is gonna ask for more from this eventually. ugh Y'ALL I AM SOOOOO NERVOUS RIGHT NOW. WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO MY BOYS?!?!?!?

awe hiashi and the recharge line. awe.

WHAT?! THATS THE EPISODE?! THAT'S ALLL!??!?!?!?!? I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MORE?????????? FK MAN. I AM NOT HAPPY.

oh this scene about the upload. is.... intense. lol at hisashi not being interested in all the request. but also i'd love for mao to get jealous of the interest. okay?!

okay next episode. OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD IT'S GOT OUR BOYS IN IT. WHEW I WAS NERVOUS AS FUCK.

ALSO IS "THE RED THREAD" NAME A MENTION AT THE SOULMATE THEORY?! WHY AM I SO NERVOUS FOR THIS TO END??????????????????????????

[maisen13]

Just a dream

Gojo Satoru x Reader

having a little fun by the camp fire with gojo

this is my first time writing smut, and also my first ever post on tumblr lol

if you liked this ff pls check out the whole story on wattpad:

It was the middle of summer; the sun was warm and shining. Me and my 3 friends were at a summer cabin in the woods somewhere, it was only a few hours away from Tokyo. It was the only time this summer we could all hang out. Most of the summer I had to help in my grandmother's shop.

The sun had just begun to set, and the temperature was still hot and humid. We all sat around a fire and told silly stories about the past. Me and Shoko sat on the opposite side of Satoru and Suguru.

"...and then she told me I had to buy the shirt too because of the stupid pencil," Laughed Satoru. Suguru seemed bored, it was clear that his best friend's story was not that funny to him.

"You suck balls at telling funny stories" Shoko sighted putting her head in her hands. Satoru looked at her with an overdramatic hurt on his face. "My stories are just too funny for you to understand. Don't you agree Sora? That I'm the funniest of us all" he looked at me, smiling. The smile made my stomach flutter as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. It was too easy to get lost in them, there were so much to see but at the same time nothing at all. "

"Hello, earth to Sora" he waved his hand in front of my face. "Huh?" I said a little embarrassed. It wasn't like I liked Satoru in a romantic way or anything, but I would been lying if I said he wasn't attractive. Even though we both flirted with each other a lot throughout the day, taking it seriously would just leave me hurt in the future.

"I was just asking you if you find me funny?" "Oh, emm yeah I guess" both Shoko and Suguru looked at me with a pained expression. "Now why would you say that Sora, his ego is already big enough." Suguru said while getting up from the bench. "It's getting late so I'm heading to bed, night" Suguru said while walking back to the cabin.

"WAIT FOR ME!! Night Sora night Satoru" Shoko said as she ran after Suguru. I looked at her running away from me dumbfounded. Why was she in such a hurry? I looked at Satoru who was already looked at me. "Soooo what are we gonna do know Soraa" he said with a teasing tone. God damn he looked fine in this light. Had he always been this good looking??? I'm gonna murder Shoko tomorrow for leaving me alone with him.

"I don't know Satoruu, maybe just go to bed too?" I said with the same tone that he had. "Nah that's boring" he got up from his seat and walked over to me before he sat down next to me. He was to close for me to think straight. What was happening to me? Why did I suddenly feel so nervous being alone with Satoru?

he was quieter than normal, so I decided to glance at him, but as I did so his eyes locked with mine. He gave me a cocky grin and looked at me for a while. It was hard for me to even think about looking away. My heart was beating fast in my chest, I didn't like him romantic way, right? That wasn't the reason why he was so mesmerising to look at. I had never felt this for him before, was it the romantic aura that came from the campfire or was it a feeling that I didn't know was deep inside of me?

he kept glancing between my eyes and my lips, my face felt suddenly very hot. I was about to look away, but before I got so far, he took my chin between his thumb and index finger. He smiled at me, a little teasingly. Our faces got somehow closer. Closer than it should have been. He looked at my lips and licked his own.

My eyes widen, blushing. If he wasn't holding me in place I would have turned away. My pulse got even quicker, and the tip of my ear turn bright red. Without meaning to I bit my lip as I looked him in the eyes. He smirked, as if challenging me. Something in me snaped at that, without thinking I slapped my lips on his. It was supposed to only be a fast peak, but it turned out a lot more heated than I anticipated.

He held me in place, not hard enough to force me. If I wanted to pull away I could easily do so, not that I really wanted to. His lips were soft and warm, he tasted like the marshmallow we ate just before this. His hand that wasn't holding my face took a hold of my neck, massaging it. His finger felt so good kneading my neck like that, that I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He took this opportunity to enter his tongue into my mouth.

A few minutes passed as we made out. The few minutes felt like an infinity. His lips felt so good on mine and his hand was like electro shocks on my body. It was getting harder to keep up with his mouth, so I slowly pulled away, as much as it pained me to do so.

"Fuck, your lips are so soft" he said as his thumb traced my puffy and swollen lips. "I wonder how they would feel around my dick" his straight forwardness turned me on more than it should. Just by his few words I had to clench my thighs. "Hmm? You would have liked that wouldn't you? Pretty girl?" he whispered in my ear.

His words made me shiver, as his hands traced my arm. It had gotten harder to breath, and a wetness in my underwear had started to form. Why was I so turned on by him? His words had made my stomach flutter with a fiery need.

His soft locks tickled my face just when his lips kissed my neck. A breathy moan left my lips just by the small lick of his tongue on my pulse. "You taste so good. I just wonder how tasteful you are down there"

"Oh god, you can't just say stuff like that" my words made him grab my thigh. "And why not? Afraid you can't handle them?" his hand slides upwards, closer and closer to my sensitive parts. My brain was already spinning. The hand that was holding my head in places pushed me softly down on the bench, making me lie down.

His finger was just about to trace the hem of my shorts before he stopped and looked me in the eyes. "You sure you want me to continue?" he asked looking dead serious. I nodded my head faster then I would have if I wasn't in a brain fog. "I need words gorgeous." "If you stop now, I will summon a black hole on you" I said still looking in his ravishing eyes. "Heh feisty" he said as he pull of my shorts.

He had a perfect view over my soaking panties, his hand grabbed my thighs and pulled them more apart. How flexible did he think I was? I was about to mock him about it before his head went straight between my legs and licked my covered pussy. The sensation was breath taking, he had just started, and I was already close to my first orgasm.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet gorgeous, I wonder if you taste even better without these cute panties?" he said as he started to pull them of my shaking legs. Just as he was about to put them on top of my shorts, he thought against it and putted them in his poked instead. I was about to protest against it, since it was my underwear, but before I could open my mouth he simply said "I will get use for these later" which made me think against it. The thought of him getting of by just my panties made me groan. "Now let me taste you properly and remember don't cum until I tell you too. Okay?" I nodded as his head dived back down between my legs.

His tongue licked between my pussy lips and towards my clit, when he reached it, he kissed it. His eyes meet mine before his mouth started to suck on it. And my god did it feel good. "Ahhh Satoru, don't you dare stop." I said as my fingers made their way into his soft white hair.

The sound I made encouraged him to use his fingers too. I stared seeing stars when his first finger went inside of me. It was so long and thick, how the hell would I fit his dick if his fingers were this big. Tears started forming in my eyes. He added a second and a third finger when he felt me loosen up a little, this made me almost scream. He had stopped sucking and was now stimulating my clit with his tongue only. My orgasm was building up even faster when he picked up the speed. How his hand didn't cramp was a mystery to me.

My moans had become louder as I almost screamed his name over and over again, it sounded like I was casting a spell over him. Right before my orgasm was about to lift me into cloud nine, he pulled his mouth and dragged his fingers out of me.

"I think your my favourite sweet now." He said as if he wasn't the one to blame for my denied orgasm. "You... you didn't let me finish, why you idiot?" I said while breathing hard. He grinned at me as he unzipped his pants. "The answer to that is quite easy precious. I want you to cream only on my cock".

He had finished taking of his black pants. Through his boxers I could clearly see his ginormous dick. Holly shit was he big, ain't now way that that will fit inside of me. It shouldn't be a surprise really, I mean he has big hands, but still it came as a shock. I sat up so I was eye to eye with him. My shaky hands fund their way to his boxer and slowly pulled them down. It sprung out hitting right above his navel.

His dick was thick and long with a slightly curve to the left, the tip had an angry red colour to it, looked almost painful. "Do you want to use that pretty mouth of yours for something good, or to just scream my name" he said almost mockingly. "If you want me to suck you of so badly then get up and stand between my legs. I'm not gonna sit in the dirt just for your pleasure" I said while rolling my eyes.

"oh, you got some attitude, I see." His hands griped my face as his lips kissed me with pure passion. He pulled away as he got up from the bench and did what I said. I was now eye to eye with his dick. It looked almost threatening.

My hand grabbed it tightly as I pulled it down towards my swollen lips. I looked up at him when I kissed his tip, his reaction was priceless. He looked like he too was only a second away from an orgasm.

My lips locked around his cock as I started to suck up and down, while my cold fingers played with his balls. There was no way I could fit his whole dick inside of my mouth, so I used my other hand to pump it in rhythm of my mouth. His moans and groans made me feel more confident in my powers to please him, so I went even faster. My jaw stared to get tired and so did my hand, he seemed to take notice of this. Instead of pulling out, he took a fist full of my hair and started throat fucking me. Thank God I didn't have a gaging reflex because that dick went somehow even further in.

I could tell that he was close by the way his moans were louder and breathier. Right before his orgasm washed over him, he pulled away. "God your lips were even better than I had imagined. How can you look so cute and innocent but be such a slut in bed?" his words could have made me orgasm on the spot, he to saw that.

He crawled on top of me on the bench not giving me any space to sit anymore. "you're really that desperate for my cock that you really could just orgasm form a few filthy words?" he said with a teasing grin "oh shut up" I said looking away from pure embarrassment "make me" he said leaning his lips only a few centimetres away from my mouth.

I pulled his shirt with my hand as our lips collided and butterflies tried to escape my burning stomach. He leaned closer making me lie properly down on the bench. His lips tasted so good; how can anybody taste this good? He was like an addiction.

I could feel him lining his dick up against my entrance. The pain hit me like a train when he started to push it in. the tears in my eyes finally spilled down my face. he was trying his best to distract me form the pain by kissing my lips, my nose, my eyes, my checks and then my tears away. A hand started to rub circles on my clit so that I would loosen up some more.

"God your tight, I'm not even halfway in" his words made me bite my bottom lip. How could he only be halfway in? it felt like his dick was all the way up to my throat. "It won't fit" a said trying to breath properly. "Oh gorgeous, you underestimate me. I'll make it fit, don't worry your pretty head about it." Right after he said does words to me, he trusted the rest of the length in me making me scream.

"I need you to relax a little for me, before you cut my dick into two" he said as he started to kiss my neck. I felt so full, I am almost a hundred percent sure that if I looked down now, I could see a bulge where his tip was.

His head came up from my neck "I'm gonna start moving now, if you want me to stop then tell me and I will. Put your pretty hands on my back, I don't mind you scratching me up" the last part he said with a teasing grin. But I did what he said, and that I'm glad I did to because when he started moving the pain doubled. He went slowly clearly seeing that I was still in pain.

A sudden bolt of pleasure hit my nerves; it almost made me arch up into him. The pleasure was quick to outrun the pain and soon I was a moaning mess. "Satoru please" I mumbled into his shoulder. "Please what gorgeous?" "Please faster" I didn't have to ask him twice, just by those two words had him fucking me like he was in heat. And God was he good, his dick found my sweet spot and started to abuse it, making me reach cloud nine without even needing to orgasm.

"Fuck you feel so good" he said as he was pounding into me like a wild animal. My shaky legs locked themselves around his hip, making sure he wasn't gonna deny another orgasm. The euphoric feeling grew stronger and more intense in my lower abandon. If he kept this up, then my orgasm would hit me very soon.

"I'm gonna...Satoru mmm Satoru please" I said as I could feel how close I was. "Hss, I know I know precious. Cum for me, let me see how good I make you feel." I screamed as the most intense orgasm I have ever had hit me in full force.

Satoru's pace got slopier as he was getting closer, I clenched hard around him from the orgasm and the overstimulation that he was giving me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum too, you look so hot right now, crying while screaming my name and clenching so hard on my cock" his seed filled me up when he too reached the peek.

A loud bang was heard in my bedroom inside the cabin, as I feel out of my bed. Ouch, my head had fell first down my bed. Dizzily I got back up on the bed and lied back down into the warm sheets. Until the memories from the dream, I just dreamt flooded into my brain. Oh my god, I had a wet dream about Gojo fuckings Satoru.

Ain't no way, how could this have happened? He was my friend and nothing more. I didn't even have any feelings for him, but still I had a wet dream, and he was the one fucking me.

I was sitting up now with my head in my hands not really feeling like sleeping anymore. Now that I thought about it, I could feel my underwear being damp. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. I don't even think I can tell Shoko about this; she would think that I like him. Stupid hormones and stupid ovulation week.

I might actually be going crazy; how can I face him know? After seeing him naked in my dreams?

thanks for reading (:

[starsdies]

LISTEN I love and live for all your omega anakin headcanons so how about both anakin and Obi wan sort of expect that anakin will be an alpha based off the fact he’s super headstrong and tall and what not but a few days before anakin presents anakin innocently keeps making comments about how Obi wan smells especially nice today 😇 and Obi-wan is like 🧐😯😳 once he realizes what it might mean (also the idea of omegas being way more feral and territorial than alphas is soooo chefs kiss 😘)

oh anon i am OBSESSED WITH THIS. i like to think unpresented people don't smell presented scents. like he can smell obi-wan's natural "human" scent but over time, maybe his eyes linger on the patch on his neck where it's most potent. maybe he gets extra cuddly. it's a slow, unassuming process until anakin leans in and comments on obi-wan's strong scent. anyway here's a very small scene playing in my brain over and over <3

"Is that new cologne, master?"

Obi-wan freezes mid sentence in his book. Of course, approaching nineteen, Anakin's presentation was far overdue and he'd carefully prodded their bond every few days for any potential changes. However, nothing quite clicked that it was actively occurring. There were: no immediate shifts in temper often associated with alphas, no sudden saturation of scent, no pain with his body adjustments. Nothing. The healers were nearly sure Anakin wouldn't present at all. A part of Obi-wan couldn't help the passing thought that it would be better that way. "What do you smell?"

Anakin, leaning over his exposed mechno arm where he'd been working, takes a test whiff. The affect of Anakin's new proximity is immediate. Their bond blooms pleasantly, and oh god, Obi-wan gets a full whiff of... pomegranate. Spices. A hint of sweet Jogan fruit. His thoughts click into place just as his mouth waters. The longer hugs. The passing comments of Obi-wan's apparent cologne. Ah.

"You smell so..." Anakin sighs, nostrils flaring. "Good. Strong but gentle. Like your favorite tea. Or the spray of an ocean wave. Or..."

He can't help but laugh - immediately after presenting, Obi-wan recalled wanting to put his nose in every crevice of the galaxy to experience it in an entirely new way. The same awe is on Anakin's face but rather than expected discomfort from an alpha's scent, he is... drawn forward to another alpha in the room. Eyes slide up to Obi-wan's neck and glance away with a certain shyness that's reminiscent of when he was much younger. Younger, and entirely human. His Padawan wasn't often shy - he'd grown out of it for the most part, but the heat on his cheeks is evident. Damning, even.

"Sorry, it's just," Anakin licks his lips, squeezing the tool between his fingers. "Really nice cologne. You should wear it more often."

Obi-wan bites his tongue. His scent, even for an alpha, is incredibly faint. If Anakin can smell it... "I don't wear cologne, dear one," he says carefully, unsure how Anakin might take the realization that he's presenting. Not just that - but as an omega. "Have you been experiencing sensory issues?"

Anakin's face pinches. "Sort of. But mostly I'm just achy. But I did so much sparring with the other senior Padawans the other day and Ferus Olin really has it out for me."

Obi-wan sets aside his book, a palm pressing against Anakin's forehead. As expected, it's hot to touch. "I see. Does my cologne help?"

This time, Anakin's gaze flickers, attentive. "Yeah, that's why I mentioned it actually. Why, Master, wh--oh. Oh."

A flash of horror crosses Anakin's face. He has yet to master the ability to control his facial expressions with his emotions, and Obi-wan sees it clear as day: the realization that he's presenting. Here. Now. Presenting and utterly drawn to someone that he shouldn't be, omega attached to the comfort of a scent he shouldn't find comfort in. Obi-wan brushes away what it means, what it will mean, to stand. "I think we should visit Master Che, Padawan."

[yehsahihai]

Smiles of our hearts

@dumdaradumdaradum I know you asked me for something else, but this story really went somewhere else while I was writing and followed it, soooo............ yeah

“Y/n, y/n, jaan, can we please don’t do this? Please?” 

“I’m sorry jaana. But we have to.”

“Y/n we can do this another day also naaaaa.”

Y/n turned, hands on her hips  as she spoke in her sternest voice, “Alluri Ramaraju, it is August. Do you realise what that means? Festivals. So many festivals. There’s Ganapati, Navratri, Dusshera, Diwali, beech mein all the other smaller poojas and you have approximately zero, and I mean zero clothes.”

Ram pouted at that, before replying in his most indignant voice, “Ayyy mataraani. I have clothes. What are you talking about”

Y/n rolled her eyes at that. “Haan sorry. My bad. You can celebrate in your uniform thik hai? Ghar ke bahar baithe rehna”

“Arreeee. Fine. Agreed. But why does it have to be nowwww??????”

Y/n couldn’t help chuckle at that. Her husband, the fierce police officer, the one who could bring down entire riots, was whining like a child at the thought of shopping. Still smiling, she answered, “Ram I know you don’t care much for celebrations and all. I get that, really. But that was when you were alone. Ab mai hoon na? If not for anything else, just come along to indulge me?”

He could have melted right there and then. Ab mai hoon na. When was the last time someone had spoken so gently to him? Or asserted their place in his life like her? He didn’t even remember. And when she asked it like that, when she asked him to do it for her happiness, who was he to deny? Feeling a smiletugging at the corners of his mouth, he answered, “Thik hai. Let’s go.” 

“Really?? Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

She was jumping with happiness. God damn it his heart shouldn’t be flipping at that. He did not need to feel butterflies in his stomach at seeing her smile. He shouldn’t have been that attracted to the way her hair was bouncing around with her. But here he was, looking at his wife, wearing an expression that could only be described as lovesick.

Y/n stopped jumping as she realised Ram had gone very quiet. Looking at him, she saw him looking-well, she wasn’t even sure how he was looking at her. All she knew was it was causing her heart to work double time the longer she stood there gazing at him. 

“Ram?”

“Hmmm?” Was she moving closer? Oh gods she was.

“Ram! Kya hua?”

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he realized a) he had to say something that wouldn’t make him look like a fool b)she was standing very, very close to him. If he took one step ahead, they’d be breathing the same air. It almost made him shiver.

 “Nahi, kuch nahi. Just, if you are going to take me to the market-”

“Haan?” 

“-You have to buy me a kulfi”

Y/n really had to break out in giggles at that. He really was a little child when he wanted to be.

“Accha baba, thik hai. You’ll get your kulfi” 

Ram actually grinned at that, a full-blown gorgeous grin that showed off his dimples. Y/n couldn’t help but stare at that. He so rarely looked like that, eyes crinkled, dimples deepening, that she treasured every instance. It made her heart soar to know she was the cause of that happiness. 

Ram didn’t even realise when his hand found hers as they walked out, but he knew that he didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

“Chaliye raanisaahebaa. Looks like we’re going to the market”

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Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)