#he likes the stress it causes us or smt

[hearts4hughes]

Lukey please wear a guard I don’t want you pulling a jack

REAL REAL REAL REAL

jack still hasn’t put on a mouth guard. EVEN AFTER BREAKING HIS FRONT TOOTH

[cozage]

Hi hope you are having a good day

I wanted to know what would it be like if, Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy had a female s/o that was basically like inosuke from demon slayer, they are a bit dumb but will pick a fight with everyone, and they only wear a bandaged top with like shorts or smt.

You guys have been asking me lots of questions and making me feel loved so here is this!!! (And maybe more spicy things to come later this week 👀)

Characters: female reader x Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy Wordcount: 850 CW: the last bullet point in all of them that are a little spicy

She’s Kinda Stupid, but…

Mihawk

This man is literally so tired. He’s so tired. 

Will very often say things like “I didn’t know I was in charge of three children.” (yes Perona and Zoro are his CHILDREN okay) or “Are you acting your age today, or are we pretending you’re six years old again?” or “I’ve met dogs more behaved than you.” (it’s all coming from a place of love and he knows you won't take offense because you don’t take offense to anything)

You’re a brat and he knows it (and loves it). He loves you but god you are so much work when the two of you are out in public. He feels like he can’t take his eyes off you or you’ll end up in a fight with some random guy because he looked at you funny. 

Most of the time he doesn’t acknowledge your shenanigans. When you fight with someone, he’ll grab your wrist and physically pull you away from them, usually with some kind of snide remark. 

Sometimes you’re justified, though. And when that happens, he gives the guy who wronged you five seconds to apologize before he sets you loose. Most of the time the guy sees Mihawk and apologizes, but the swordsman secretly hopes the guy won't apologize. And on the few occasions they don't apologize, he smirks as he releases you. 

He always has to pull you off the guy because you just don't know when to stop. In all truthfulness, it kind of gets him hot and bothered, but he always pretends to be irritated. “You’re psychotic. Do I need to teach you how to behave?” he scolds, his gold eyes scanning your body. “I can think of a few ways to get you to listen.”

Shanks

Shanks adores you. Cheers you on. Loves watching you cause absolute chaos. Why? Because you are him without a conscience. 

Shanks knows when he needs to flip the switch from polite to fight, but you don’t. You are always at 100%, your most authentic self 24/7. And he absolutely adores that about you. Even if that means that sometimes you take it a bit too far. 

Sometimes Shanks will even use your emotions to his advantage. “Can you believe that guy just did that?!” or “Talk about rude!” knowing full well you’re ready to throw down whoever wronged you or him. 

The absolute only time that Shanks will stop you from fighting someone is when you all are in a building. He’s had to pay SO MANY owners back for you destroying glassware and furniture and plenty of other damaged goods. You learned pretty quickly that the first words out of your mouth should be “Wanna take this outside?!” because if you were outside then Shanks didn’t stop you. 

The first few fights, he watched carefully, making sure he would be able to jump in if he needed to. The next couple of fights, he watched you with an amused look, excited to see how you were going to beat up the guy (and just to make sure you would win). Nowadays, he doesn’t even feel the need to go outside with you, but sometimes he does just to cheer you on. 

After your victory, he always rewards you with a bunch of kisses and sings your praises. He pulls you onto his lap at the bar, making sure everyone knows you're his. “You did so well. I loved how you stomped that guy into the dirt,” he’ll coo, dotting kissing across your neck. “How about later I show you just how proud I am of you, okay?”

Buggy

You never cease in stressing this man out. He is always on high alert now because of you. 

Stealth missions? Forget it. Normal day in town? Absolutely not. He BEGS you to be a normal human being in public. To have an ounce of self preservation. But you cannot comprehend that. People who talk shit deserve to get hit.

He is constantly running after you, screaming at you to stop fighting people for no reason. Sometimes he’ll even jump in front of your punches to try and de-escalate it (which of course doesn’t work and results in you just punching him in the face). You don’t even feel bad, you just scream at him to get out of the way and beat up the other guy even more since he made you hurt your boyfriend.

If anyone makes fun of him, he doesn’t even have a chance to scream at them anymore. You’re already pounding their face into the ground. And every time you do, he falls in love with you a little bit more. 

“That’s right, that’s my baby!” he screams, watching you smugly walk away from some guy’s beaten body. “Let’s go celebrate, you can do whatever you want.” He grabs your hand, practically pulling you back to the ship.

[michiviv]

flufftober, day 3: favorite scent, k. bakugo > the smell of him can calm you down in an instant.

warnings: healthcare worker reader, work day stress

authors note: i need a man who smells like him or smt... also dont like this much jajaj-- july me was crazy

work felt like it dragged on for years today. usually you're ready for the strenuous work but it was just patient after patient after patient— you were exhausted.

the day was rough too, when you went to work you stopped by a coffee shop just to find out they were closed. small things, doesn't matter, right?

you went to the break room and served yourself coffee from the break room when some guy bumped into you and made you spill your coffee.

dickhead didn't apologize.

you took a deep breath and decided to attempt to refrain your mindset, maybe he was stressed, overworked, overnight shift... so, we will move on.

as usual, patients can be... frustrating, refusing to eat, refusing to take their medication, it all happens but when they throw shit?  christ you just wish you could make them pick up everything themselves. a client, in a fit of anger and refusal to eat any food, threw their food towards the floor.

so you painstakingly had to clean up the spilled food, trying to keep a neutral face as to not give the patient the satisfaction of having pissed you the fuck off. then, of course, a medical emergency where you were called in due to an influx of clients causing you to miss your lunch break.

starving but still having to work, you ate while you filled your paperwork and as if to taunt you the computer decided to have technical difficulties causing you to take twice as long as you usually would've to complete the paperwork.

todays mission was to make it through without crying at work... and it was proving so hard right now when it all seemed to be going against you.

you let out a sigh as you finally walked through the door of your apartment. The stress of the day weighed heavily on your shoulders, making your entire body ache. You kicked off your shoes and tossed your bag aside, feeling too tired to care about where it landed.

the smell of the food that your boyfriend was making reaching your nose, causing you to seek him out in the kitchen.

"youre home late, you didn't text." bakugo spoke, his voice carrying the usual grumpy tone. Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend, looked up from the pan, his expression softening when he saw the exhaustion on your face.

"Yeah, it was a long day," you muttered, trying to muster a smile but failing miserably.

Bakugo sighed and opened his arm, pulling you into a side hug, his presence immediately starting to ease the tension in your body. He pulled you into a gentle hug, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling deeply.

The smell of him—a mix of smoky, caramel and something uniquely Katsuki—washed over you. It was a scent that had always brought you comfort, grounding you even in the most stressful moments. Instantly, the chaos of the day began to fade away, replaced by the soothing familiarity of his embrace.

"You look like you've been through hell," he said softly, his voice rumbling in his chest.

"You have no idea," you replied, your words muffled against his shirt. "But this helps."

you hummed softly, pressing her head against his chest and looking at the pan of food. "what're you making?"

"Your favorite," he replied with a smirk. "Figured you could use something nice after a shitty day."

"Thank you, Katsuki," you murmured, feeling a bit lighter already. "I love you.."

"love ya' too, now go shower. wash the bad energy away or whatever the fuck mina says."

You chuckled and reluctantly pulled away from him to wash up, leaving his side with a kiss on his cheek.

After taking a cold shower to wash away the stress of the work day, you felt slightly more human. You returned to the kitchen, where Bakugo was plating up the food. The sight and smell of the meal made your stomach rumble, and Bakugo chuckled.

"Hungry, huh? Sit down. I'll get you some tea, too."

You sank into a chair at the table, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. It always amazed you how someone so fiery and intense could be so gentle and caring when it came to you. He placed a steaming plate of food in front of you, followed by a cup of your favorite tea.

You took a bite, savoring the flavors and the warmth spreading through your body. "This is amazing," you said between mouthfuls. "You always know how to make things better."

"Damn right I do, i'm amazing," he said with a smirk, sitting down across from you with his own plate. "Now, tell me about your day."

As you recounted the various frustrations and challenges you faced, Bakugo listened intently, occasionally grumbling in sympathy or making snide comments about the people who had annoyed you. His reactions made you laugh, easing the heaviness in your chest. Momentarily, you were also thankful he didn't know the dickhead who knocked the coffee out of your hands.

When you finished eating, you took the empty plates to the kitchen to wash them. As you washed the dishes, Katsuki stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist before resting against your neck, taking a deep breath.

if any of his friends saw him right now, he would never hear the end of it.

"Do that later, let's watch something," he suggested, guiding you by the waist to the couch.

As the two of you settled onto the couch, he grabbed the remote and pulled you close. You snuggled into his side, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest and the familiar scent that always calmed you. As the TV flickered to life with a cheesy sitcom, you felt the last remnants of the day's stress melt away.

"You're my lucky charm, you know that?" you whispered, looking up at him with a grateful smile.

"Tch, you're just saying that because I feed you," he teased, but the softness in his eyes betrayed his tough exterior.

"Maybe," you said with a chuckle, snuggling closer. "But I mean it. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bakugo tightened his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You'll never have to find out," he murmured. "I've got you."

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚? ♡︎

anon asked: (I don't even play genshin Imfao help)

1 am a enjoyer of many of the hot men in genshin but just, imagins pantalone slowly losing himself to my the readers dominance just- AGH I can't even at the thought of him suddenly being pinned up against the wall, gently being suffocated while he just plays along with it

Please I'm begging you, I need sub!pantalone who is used to dominating (but gladly takes the role of submissive with a smile

characters: sub!pantalone x nb!dom!reader

warnings: choking, degrading, dry humping, finger sucking (is that even smt that needs warnings??), thigh riding, begging, not entirely smut like my other filths but is incredibly suggestive, reader is a harbinger!!

notes: i literally accidentally posted the small draft of this req yesterday and panicked lol. june don’t you dare snitch on me

the 9th of the fatui harbingers, regrator and the 10th of the fatui harbingers, bloodhound are both terrifying individuals. one is powerful due to his public fame and recognition alongside the pure mountain of mora he has on his name while the other is a monster on the battlefield and in tracking down people.

yes, both are influential and overpowering in their own ways. sadly they just can’t seem to get along.

the fatui harbingers at least respect each other and hold decent conversations among themselves no matter the ranks, position or how they wish to do their work. that however, does not seem to be the same for the 9th and 10th.

if a room has both the regrator and bloodhound inside then soon enough, a verbal battle is bound to happen. sly remarks, amused hums and harsh threats cutting through the air like a knife through butter.

and that’s what led to this current circumstances - with the 9th crumbling away slowly like a common brothel whore, humping his arousal on the 10th’s thighs with barely contained moans. the bloodhound’s scarred hand wrapped tightly around his throat, holding him in place against the cold palace walls as he drools. glasses and the coat of the harbingers long discarded on the floor as pantalone whimpers pathetically like a cornered prey, grinding himself harsher down on the other harbinger’s thigh between his legs.

“hyaaghh.. [n-name]! please… please touch me~ please please plea-ammfgh!♡︎” the banker choked on your fingers, shoved down his mouth. thin line of saliva already slipping down his lips, drooling more and more like a harlot as he desperately humped his hard cock against your thigh.

rutting himself as much as he can with your hand tightening around his neck, bigger fingers playing with his tongue, pulling and lightly tugging on the wet muscle whenever the banker chokes on your fingers. purple eyes rolling to the back of his skill as he panted, hot breath fanning against the wet fingers of your lips as he whined and whimpered, getting more desperate as time passes.

“whore. you like it when i do this to you huh? who would’ve thought the high and mighty 9th harbinger would be such a slut for a little bit of grinding” pulling the leg he was rutting himself on away, you tightened your hands more around his neck causing him to let out a breathy moan. gloved hands prying at the limb blocking his airway with a keen. the man was getting desperate you could tell - by the small wet patch forming on his pants, the stuttering of his hips as he tries to chase after your thighs, eyes hazy with tears starting to well in them.

“silly little slut. can’t even think straight hmm?” forcefully pushing away one of his legs with your other hand, you placed your knee against his hard on. rubbing and circling around his cock painfully slow, putting very light pressure on the arousal before pretty pulling back away again. perhaps getting back at the banker like this for all the stressed nights and destroyed dummies you let out your anger on was a far better replacement.

pantalone let out more choked whimpers, bucking his hips wildly to gain more pressure to his cock, keening with eyes rolled to the back of his skull when you decide to show some mercy. legs starting to shake wildly, barely able to hold himself up as he felt your knees press more and more before he opened his mouth, jaw going slack in a silent scream as he spasmed and twitched, sandwiched between the wall and your body looming over him.

wait, did he just? - looking down at his crotch you saw the old wet patch growing bigger even wetting your pants’ knees. with an uncharacteristically timid look, heavy blush coating his cheeks pantalone reached out - holding your hand around his throat with a small whimper causing your lips to twitch up in a grin.

“more… please?”

[this-hopeless-war]

favorite characters from the outsiders and why? If u just want to keyboard smash in response I’ll understand what you mean /gen

and do u have any favorite actors in the show?

QISHCJJF OKAY THIS IS GONNA BE IN CAPS

(i cut it cause this post ended up insanely long)

I CANNOT PHYSICALLY PICK A FAVOURITE BUT I CAN TRY TO TALK ABT SOME OF THEM

PONYBOY MICHARL CURTIS JHAHSHHSJNWOSJDOEKDOKF JWJSODK HIS CHARACTER!!! HIS MORALS!!!! THE FACT THAT EVEN THOUGH HES PRETTY COOL (EX HE CLEANS UP THE BROKEN GLASS ON THE STREET IN THE BOOK) HES STILL A GREASER!! IN THE BOOK/MOVIE HE STILL HAS FUN BLOWING STRAWS AT THE WAITRESSES AND CHASING SOME KIDS!!! HE ISNT BETTER THAN EVERYONE HE JUST SEES THE WORLD DIFFERENTLY ANDBWIJAHSOCLLAKEOFKWO PLS YOU GET WHAT I MEAN

I WILL NEVER EVER EVER SHUT UP ABOUT RANDY CAUSE BRO FIGURES IT OUT!!! AND ACTUALLY DOES SMT ABOUT IT!!! HES GOES TO PONY LIKE "this isn't so nifty bro" AND PONYS LIKE "Yeah i know brobro" AND AFTER THAT CONVERSATION RANDY LIKE TRIES TO NOT BE A HORRIBLE PERSON (HE LITERALLY SKIPS THE RUMBLE AND BECOMES A HIPPY) BUT HE STILL DID AWFUL THINGS AND HE KNOWS IT!!! THE NIGHT BOB DIED PLS I NEED TO WRITE OUT MY THOUGHTS ABT HIM ON THE NIGHT BOB DIED CAUSE WHAT PEOPLE FORGET ABOUT RANDY/MUSICAL PAUL IS THAT ***THEY JUST LOST THEIT BESTEST BUD*** THEY ARE ASSHAT TEENAGERS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC SPECIFICALLY PAUL IN THE MUSICAL DID NOT FUCKING HANDLE IT IN A GOOD WAY BUT HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO !!THIS NIGHT HAS OPENED MY EYES BY THE SMITHS AND THINK ABOUT RANDY!!

DARRYL CURTISBWISJOQJSODNIWOQOSPXNWOJXD PLEASE YOU GET IT

CHERRY VALANCE IM GONNA SPECIFICALLY BE TALKING ABT MOVIE CHERRY CAUSE IN THE MUSICAL SHE IS VERY VERY DIFFERENT OKAY CHERRY I LOVE HER SO MUCH I GOTTA SAY SOME STUFF

MOVIE CHERRY-PEOPLE DO HATE HER CAUSE OF SEXISM AND IT ISNT ROGHT BUT HERES THE THING I SEE PEOPLE SAYING THAT SHE DID NOTHING WEONG ANF THAT IS NOT TRUE AND THATS WHY I LOVE HER SO MUCH, MOVIE CHERRY MET PONY AND THEY HAD THAT CONNECTION THEN SHE DOESNT ACKNOWLEDGE HIM AGAIN AND GUES WHAT CHERRY IS A TEENAGER GOING THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC TOO SHE DOESNT HANDLE IT LIKE A FULL GROWN ADULT BECAUSE SHE ISNT ONE HBWOSJEODOFO CHERRY VALANCE THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

IN THE CAST!!! I GOTTA SAY I LOVE EMMA I USE HER VLOGS AS LIKE A SELF CARE TIME, LIKE WHEN SHE POSTS IM USUALLY SUPER STRESSED OUT SO I GET READY FOR BED EARLY SO I HAVE TIME TO RELAX AND WATCH IT IN MY BED AND ITS GRAND I ALSO JUST LOVE HER CAUSE SHES THE ONLY OKE SUPER ACTIVE ON SOCIAL MEDIA I HAVE ACSESS TOO SO I DONT KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE OTHERS THAT I HAVE THE ABAIKITU TO PUT INTO WORDS RN

HQISJPQKSKWMSOKQPSNDPQKOSJD I SCHEDULED MY WHOLE DAY SO ID HAVE TIME TO DO EVERYTHING AND I GOTTA STOP TYPING AND GO DO SHIT BUT PLEASE NOW I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS AND I MAY TALK SBT THEM LATER

(Please i'm watching the outsiders slime today it's scheduled it is IMMINENT I fear I will in fact explode {get ready for so many spam posts while omw watching it help})

[ilikeyoubetterthisway]

Ok, I’m sorry but, what in the flying FUK!?!???!

WHAT

PAKU!? GODAIIN!?

Godaiin my boy, you are the only friendly face I trust, actually no, it seems like they brainwashed you, Paku pls save us.

Dude her entire family is dead I fuking can’t

Their current uniforms remind me of the ones they used on that first chapter, with the adult versions of Izumo, Ryuuji, Koneko and Shima.

(Can't find the damn cover thing, gah)

IF WE ARE TRAPPED IN A TIME LOOP IM GONNA LOOSE IT

Like, I actually prefer Satan winning over that.

WHERE ARE YUKIO, IZUMO AND RYUUJI!?!??? How the fuck did Shima survive??? He was right there with them?? They must be alive Kato cannot simply kill off the entire cast of main characters like nO.

Like, this is Angel- and Angel is alive cuz he got dragged out of the battlefield and has been fighting a temptaint since then??? fak cant remember. This is what happens when you take a long break and the manga gets a hiatus out of nowehere.

Shura, dear, is that you??? Pls tell us what's going on, where is Yukio, Ryuuji, Izumo and Koneko, Lewin??? Osceola?? Lucy, Liu?? WHERE IS EVERYONE?!?!?!

WAIT IS THAT DUDE TAKARA???!??!? FAK

Anything but a time loop please, Mephisto, you had ONE JOB, ONE JOB SIR! TALK TO US!!! YOU CAN SEE US, EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON!!!!

No, no, like, TELL US, don't just smile stupidly there please, goodness...

Angel said that Satan is returning...

Is Satan still the Demon King/God??? Is Rin now the Demon King or is he just a Demon King? He has black hair I-

Where the heck is Shiemi?!?!!?? And her mom?? I just-

I rlly was like: ok then, a war, fine, I will try not to think about all the psychological consecuences it can cause on the body and mind of a bunch of 16 year old kids, is fine...

and Kato was like: Nah bich, a time skip with hints to a time loop, everyone is gone, Shima is doing advertisements, Angel has a temptaint, Mephisto disappeared and Rin is now the Demon King.

._.

Ma'am. Is barely 10am. I just-

That last page gave me the vibes that Rin came to rescue Paku ??? gsgsg pls Rin tell us you are a good guy, imean, this is Rin we are talking about but still. I'm confused.

Ok wait.

I think... somehow Lucifer is inside Angel's body, he's running over the True Cross, but that wouldn't explain the rampant demons ugh (Astaroth/Reiji, dears, where are you? I wanted to see you fight, ima start crying... )

but it would still explain the weird brainwashing we saw with Godaiin, *gasp* is all this part of Shiemi's creepy uncle's plan?! Ye, I don't think Lucifer is inside Angel's body but again, he didn't have a reserve body during the war, I just-

Ok idk.

I'm just stressed over the fate of everyone. Maybe they made a resistance or smt?? Imean, Satan is returning, for the second time in this manga, they have to reunite to fight him again no?? Gods, did Rin finally train and obtain complete mastery of all his powers??? Hell yissss!

Yukio, you better be managing the entire Resistance at this point please, with Lewin and Osceola as mentors. Ryuuji, Izumo please be safe, stick with Yukio, can't wait to see you two kicking demon a$$, please T.T.

SHIEMI MY QUEEN, WHERE ARE YOU DEAR!?!?!? ima start crying, i hope she's alright, gods.

This is a two year time skip, they are all fresh 18 year old adults, gods, they grow up so fast T.T, asghshss.

This chapter is a mess, so many things to discuss but dear goodness, I loved it!

[coffeeflies]

//OOC

More information about the AU (and at some point the fic)

May be a bit Beelzebub-centric cause I'm bias.

• Gabriel and Aziraphale are brothers. Since Gabriel moved back into town, they are in the early stages of patching up a rough relationship from their late teens/early twenties. (A la- s1 relationship but like, human version)

• Gabriel and Michael are college "buddies" or smt, that decided to start a law firm together. She doesn't understand why Gabriel wants to repair the relationship with his brother.

•Beelzebub and Crowley grew up together and are very close despite how their interactions seem. They shit talk each other but will fight to the death anyone else who shit talks the other.

•Beelz and Crowley are also actually kind of friends with Eric. He's a bit younger than them and Beelz gets aggravated with him at work, but they do genuinely like him.

• Beelzebub and Aziraphale (maybe Muriel?) are autistic. Eric and Crowley have ADHD.

•Eric deals with most the rude customers and Karens (If Nina isn't there) because he's actually good at it. Beelz get too annoyed or overwhelmed by them.

•When Beelz gets too stressed they go non-verbal. If they're still able to work they will put on headphones and just make the drinks. They know sign language and have taught Nina and Eric enough to understand them.

•Beelz and Crowley has a silly secret coffee order that lets Beelz know if Crowley is using he/him or she/her pronouns that day. They could just ask but this is funner.

(Example: some Expresso drink is masc and something strawberry is fem. Sometimes it's mixed but like a double Expresso w/strawberry syrup would be he/him still, if that makes sense) (I don't know drinks don't @ me)

•Eric either has the worst taste in music or his playlists give people genre whiplash so bad he's not allowed to play his music while the shop's open.

That's all I can think of for now.

[buckysmith]

Okok awesome! Seriously though, I’m excited to see what MW2 guy you match me up with !! Anyways, I’m gonna try making this short for you… I talk a lot so here we go :,)

I use any pronouns :D I’m 5’7, pale with a blonde, shoulder length wolfcut and light blue eyes. I’m pretty fit and have an hourglass waist I’m proud of >:)

I’m more of an introvert, although I do have times when I’m more loud and can basically talk to anyone. I’m deathly loyal and am usually the first person there if a friend needs help. I’m normally very calm and playful but do get panicky in large crowds :,))) Other than that, I’m super affectionate with my s/o and constantly need attention from them :,) My hobbies include playing video games, listening to music (bands like Ghost & Lord Huron), running, and photography.

Thank you so much! Take your time, don’t stress yourself out <3!

-🌙

Fricking hell I’ve never had an matchup like this, I knew the second I read it who I would put you up with haha!

I choose König as your match

He suffers from severe social anxiety….

He definitely loves to give and receive attention and affection, so he would be all over you when he’s around you.

If you like it he would like to hold your hand all the time, especially if you both have to go trough a crowd, he needs you and you need him.

This man is loyal as fuck to the right person and he wants his s/o and friends to be like that too + he’s the first one to help.

You need help with something? He helps you. A friend of you needs your help? They got his help too, even though he’s kinda always around other people.

The moments you’re talkative and extrovert to strangers/ people he doesn’t know he just stands next to you like Slenderman, not moving any muscle and just listen to you maybe “mhm” about smt

You both have your own gaming pc, he loves to play shooter but would prefer to play Minecraft (he hates the spiders especially the toxic ones oh and he’s scared shitless because of the warden)

Running with him is a bit difficult even though your fit.

He is a GIANT, he takes ONE step you have to take three or more (he’s a runner he’s a track star… I’m sorry)

He doesn’t like pictures of himself, but from to time he would allow you take a picture of him in the sunset so that you can’t see his face and just his body.

He absolutely loves the pictures you take

His music taste is quite difficult to understand, he loves German/European party hits but also Phonk songs and he does listen to your favorite music too.

Oh and I hope you like cuddles cause this giant will cuddle you to death

Oh and have fun dealing with his ADHD

[grimescum-2]

OH YEA i meant to ramble about. claudine and walter since i was thinkin about em.. so i'll do that. under tha cut

thinkin theres a running theme of freedom going on. like, claudine is probably the pinnacle of what would be considered freedom. she's not bound by laws nor gender norms, basically does whatever she wants and is stark contrast to walter, a butler who's been living under the heel of others for basically his entire life. naturally they'd be curious- claudine being a bit more so, thus being the initiator.

claudine knows a decent bit about the hellsing organization, so she'd atleast recognize his face. if they ever met while out and about claudine would definitely take her chance to talk to him (itd be funny if she stole his wallet or smt from him and used returning it as an excuse to strike up a convo. thats some shit she would do) and, appearing as charming as she does, i think they'd hit it off well. he'd only figure out that she's a vampire a while after the fact

was also thinking about themes of humanity and what it means to be human exactly. claudine has very low empathy for others and sees feeding as a completely natural thing, walter does not, so that'd cause some conflict (imagining walter wagging his finger at her while she guts another person like a fish)

sometimes she worries that being a vampire will prevent her from ever living her life to the fullest. even if he also worries about that for different reasons, he reminds her that she's got eternity to live a life she's happy with and that very thought proves she is still human :o3

aging is also inherently human and something walter fears greatly. claudine might joke and accidentally come off as insensitive since she's lost the fear of aging long ago, but she still understands and tries to ease his worries as often as possible. ofc since this is a somewhat foreign concept she tries to offer a solution through turning him into a vampire. he's tempted but he has to say no

so ya!! i think claudine offers him a sort of sanctuary, a reprieve from his stressful and monotonous life, while walter offers her a friend (?) and human connection she hasn't had in a long time

[buckyslittlegirl]

Pls some roommate!Bucky x innocent reader where she is massaging his dick (like she things that he is hurt or smt)

Roommate!bucky x innocent! Reader

Warnings: Bucky takes advantage of reader, masturbation, hand job, naive reader, uhhhh idk if I've missed anything.

Not proofread

A/n: thanks for all the requests! I hope to get through them soon. Also I hope this is what you wanted anon!

Bucky sat on the couch of your shared apartment, cock in his warm palm slowly pumping it. You had left the house 5 minutes ago to run to the supermarket, giving Bucky a solid hour to take care of the raging boner he’s had since the moment he woke up.

Using his thumb the collect the bead of pre cum on his tip, he groaned as he rubbed it over the head of his red cock. He closed his eyes imagining it was you pleasuring him. Distracted by the pleasure he missed the sound of the door squeaking open and your little foot steps tip toeing towards him.

It was the gasp you let out that broke Bucky from his fantasy. Turning his head back to look at you he mentally punched himself, wanting to sink into a dark whole.

After a minute of staring down at him with wide eyes you finally spoke

“W-what are you doing?” You said in a hused tone.

"Doll I uh didn't think you'd be back so soon." sweat was dripping down his forehead from both stress and from his previous actions.

"Sorry, I forgot my wallet" you said eyes locking onto the strange hard thing between his legs, blushing as it twitched under you gaze.

"W-what is that" you questioned

"Oh um this is just something guys have" he paused thinking of what to say next. Before he went to speak a wicked idea cane to mind.

"It gets all big and stiff like this when I'm stressed, I was just taking care of it, I'm sorry you saw that doll.

Finally tearing your wide eyes away from his lap you met his lastfull gaze. Had you not been so naive you would have seen how he was tearing your close off with his eyes, but being the innocent soul you we're it just looked like he was in pain.

"Does it hurt? Maybe we should go to the hospital"

Bucky almost moaned at your concern about his leaking cock.

"Yeah it hurts doll but I've just gotta touch it till this special juice comes out" he slowly moved his hand back down demonstrating how he does it.

"Oh Bucky I don't want you to be in pain" you said kneeling in front of him in an instant

"I wanna help Bucky, show me how I can help" you pleaded.

"Are you sure doll? That would mean so much to me but i don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"No buck I want to help. Show me how to make you feel better." you looked at the hard pole in front of you grimancing at how red and angry it looked, throbbing an swollen glistening with liquid.

'Oh Bucky must be in so much pain' you sadly thought.

"Alright doll" Bucky grabbed the hand resting on his thigh and lead it to his dick, both gasping as it wrapped around the length, Bucky in pleasure, an you in shock at how it was hot to the touch.

"Alright doll now we go up and dow- ah yes just like that" he moaned when you went straight to work following his instructions. Bucky kept his hand over yours guiding until it got to a pace he liked before letting it go" he felt your hot breath on his cock and how you we're panting in concentration.

"Doll I'm so close, makin me feel so good baby, youre such a good girl"

You squeezed your thighs together at his praise, a foreign tingle forming in your stomach.

"Doll gimme your other hand" you immediately complied still pumping him in your fist as he moved the other hand to cup his balls.

"Alright doll I'm almost there just massage down there and pump a bit faster" you did what he asked causing him to almost yell from the pleasure.

Thinking he was in pain you leaned in and gave his shaft a kiss hoping to reassure him everything will be alright.

At the feel of your delicate lips on his raging cock he lost it, practically screaming as streams of white roped shot out of him and over your beautiful face. You kept pumping working him through it before after what felt like hours his body lay still as he shuddered.

He looked down at you with a softer lustfull gaze watching you wipe your face with your hands, shocked from the explosion.

"Is it all better?" you aske hopefully, eyeing his now limp dick which was looking much more soft and less angry.

"Oh doll, it's more than better"

[chronosaurusnot]

VIP boy

pairing: dom!bangchan x bratty sub!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: +18, night club, mentions of alcohol, teasing (with minho), jealousy, possessiveness, bratty behavior, explicit sexual content, bathroom sex, choking, pet names, degrading, slight humiliation, fingering, oral sex (m), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, creampie

note: so the original idea was a request from my friend about chan in a night club, but after that teaser i can't get out of my mind that scene of him choking hyunjin from behind. so, this is a mix of both things, i hope you like it!

as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions<3

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you ended up in the night club again with your friends; another night when you don’t know why you are there. it’s been a rough week, full of work and with stressful exams, so your friends insisted on getting you out to distress yourself a little bit. but between the time you’ve spent on getting ready plus all the sweaty people pushing you all around right now, you could swear you would’ve been better in your bed watching a movie or something, or even sleeping. it’s been already an hour maybe? you don’t know so you go straight to the bar to get some drink to see if time gets faster; hopefully it’ll make you less grumpy.

but when you are there, you see him on the vip section of the first floor. chan is there with his friends, talking and looking good as he always does. you start feeling like the night could maybe get a little more interesting, but when you get to see him talking with a girl that feeling changes to anger. sure, you agreed on being friends with benefits -if that was even a title or smt- so you both could be with anyone else you wanted, always respecting each other. so if he didn’t know you were there, in the same way you didn’t know he was coming too, it was okay if he wanted to be with someone else, right? but all the logic didn’t seem to care to your emotions, because you were now in a horrible mood.

you took your drink from the bar and drank it in less than a minute without taking your eyes off him and that girl. that dumb girl, she really thinks he’s hers tonight. but it’s stupid to feel like fighting over a man, so you get your mind clear and go back with your friends to tell them what you just saw to laught about it.

but when you look up again, you see chris leaning on the railing looking at you. he smiles when he notices your stare and waves at you, and after you wave back he makes gestures to let you know you can go there with them. you really wanted to play hard but you go there with your friends, following his instructions like a puppy obeys his owner.

“hey princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming” he greets you with a smile on his face. “yeah, the girls insisted on going out to destress a little bit, but i think i would have been better sleeping” you answer, trying to hide your growing excitement to see him there. “oh don’t be grumpy y/n, it’s early, we can still have a good night” he said in a cute and smirky way, an attitude that you hated and loved at the same time.

“yes i see you were already having a good time” you answer, and chris looks kinda confused. you point with your eyes to the girl he has been talking to, and he smirks at your reaction. “don’t be jealous princess, i was just talking”

you rolled your eyes at his stupid answer, and he just smiles. you hated how flirty he was and his fuck boy vibes, but there was something about him that eventually made you like him; maybe way too much. it all started as just a sex partner, but since day one you discover he was actually a super sweet, caring and fun guy, so you got really atractted to him in a matter of time. friends with benefits sounded right for both of you, but you always wanted more from him. maybe it’s his fault, cause he’s always giving you everything you want, but not only sexually; he is a pleasant man, you know he would give and do anything for his girl. and you wanted to be that girl. his only one.

and especially tonight. how could someone be so fine? he was all in black as always: black pants, black leather jacket and a black silk shirt that let you see his whole chest. “what a fucking fuck boy” you said to yourself, trying to hate him.

“what do you wanna drink, babygirl?” chan said, bringing you back from your thoughts. “your favourite one?” he continued while taking off his wallet from his pocket. you knew he was just doing it to show his hands; chan knew exactly the power his hands hold on you.

“yes, please” he smiles at your answer and goes to the bar for your drink.

but as soon as he goes, minho comes to you. “come on change that shitty face and dance a little y/n” he says while grabbing you from your arms to force you to dance with him. he takes you maybe way too closer to his body considering he is chris’s friend. but you think to yourself that maybe it’s a good idea; using this to get chan’s attention, to look at you, to make him jealous, and taking advantage to dance with a man so fine like minho. you wouldn’t be with him, sure, he is his friend; but it would be nice to at least flirt with him a little bit.

you sincerely got lost while dancing with him, so close to each other; till you notice chan looking at you both while leaning on the railing with the two cups on his hands. he looks at you in a challenging way, like wanting to see how far you can go.

and you accept the challenge, getting minho even closer to your body without cutting the eye contact with chris; you can see how his eyes turned darker, and you just smirk at his reaction. you dance a couple more minutes with minho, his hands on your waist, yours on his neck; after deciding it was enough teasing, you go back to chan playing the innocent. “he was helping me to cut out the bad mood, he’s so sweet. thank you for the drink channie”

“yeah i see, you should hang out with him.” he answers, his look darker; you prouder. “oh you think so? i mean, he seems to want to help me out to not be bored.” you answer, loving to see how your dumb plan worked.

“oh you just want to have fun, mh?” he says in a dark way, making you feel nervous and taking a big sip from your drink. “i know a place when you could have fun”.

you finished your drink in a couple of seconds, so he just takes your cup away from your hand. “why don’t you follow me, princess?”

he lefts the cups in the table, and takes you by the hand to guide you through the place. he talked to you calmly, but you knew he wasn’t not only because of the way he looked at you, but also cause he was holding you rough.

“get in, princess” chris says, letting you place to came in the bathroom. you get shocked; is a public space, but you are feeling so aroused with this situation that you just got in. chan locks the door behind you and turns you around to put you against it, resting his hand above you.

“you’ve been such a bratty, babygirl” he says, using his free hand to caress your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck. “if you were just bored, you should have told me instead of acting like a slut with my friend” chan continues while adding pressure on your neck, making you shut your legs from the feeling. he notices it and smirks in a mocking way. “are you already turned on, y/n? are you that desperate?”

he keeps on adding pressure, driving you crazy. you felt your panties getting wetter as every second passed by. so you decided to keep pushing his limits. “you’re not the only one who pays attention to me, chris. you should try better” his smile turns devilish.

“do you want me to remind you how good i fuck you, y/n?” he keeps choking you, but uses his other hand to touch you under your skirt. “do you want me to remind you whose name you repeat endless times while moaning?” he moves your panties to a side and start touching your pussy while still choking you, making you moan at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing against your clit. he laughs mockingly again at your desperate face.

“did you get this wet while dancing with minho? do you prefer his fingers over mine?” he never desease the smirk on his face, his nose touching yours and the feeling of his heavy breathing so close to you while you were cutted out of air made you go crazy. but you let out a moan after he gets two fingers inside you, making him laugh again.

“tell me, princess. tell me whose are you” you wanna answer, but he curls his fingers inside you while increasing his pace and makes you even harder to breathe. “i’m yours” you answer, and he takes his fingers out of you to put them in your mouth. you suck them instinctively, keeping eye contact with him, seeing the arousal in his eyes.

“you’re mine, y/n. no one else” you keep sucking on his fingers while his other hand finally moves from your neck to your waist, getting you closer to him. he softly moans at the feeling of his hardened dick rubbing against your hot core. “you are my baby slut, and the only one i want to please”

that was everything you needed to hear for being now completely at his will. the only thing you wanted was to be his only girl, the only one who he pleases, the only one who pleased him. you were feeling more desperate than ever now, getting crazier at the way he was rubbing his bulge against you in such a needy way, with both of his hands now on your hips, guiding you to make the touch rougher.

you remove his jacket and your eyes travel all over his chest, revealed by the thin silk. one of your hands caresses his chest, shoulders and neck, while the other one unzips his pants to get his cock out, making him moan louder at the feeling of your skin. “let me please you too, chris” you tell him in a whiny voice that makes him shiver.

you kneeled before him, and as soon as your lips touched the tip of his cock he rested both of his hands on the door that was behind you, moving his head backwards between deep groans.

“you’re such a pretty slut for me, y/n” he says and you speed up your pace. he starts to feel uncomfortable in any position, battling his urge to cum only to have you sucking on his dick for a longer time.

just when you feel his precum in your mouth he lifts you up, getting his eyes teary due to the denied orgasm. “turn around, princess. i’m not over yet”.

chan pushes your body against the door, guiding your ass close to him and lifting your skirt. he kisses your neck before pulling his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling of your stretched and wet pussy. “tell me who can fuck you this good, y/n?” he says while keeping a painful fast speed, tears forming in your eyes from the intense excitement.

“are you still thinking in minho, mh?” he says while he chokes you from behind, the other hand guiding your hips to move on his cock even harder. “tell me again, babygirl, who do you belong to?”

the feeling of his fast and hard pace, his hand holding you hard from your hips, his other hand cutting your air, his heavy breathing on your neck, his possessiveness, his moans; everything was making you feel extremely sensitive, desperate for a release of the tension that’s been building up. “you, o-only to you” you cried out in a broken voice.

his now clumsy moves showed you he was close too, getting weak to your submission. “only mine, y/n. f-fuck.” his last words whispered in your ear made you hit your orgasm. the feeling of your release all over his cock made him cum inside you, groaning your name in a completely fucked up way.

after a moment to catch up your breaths, he turned you back, facing you with a relaxed smile. “you’re still my girl after this, y/n. and i’ll always please my girl.”

[tsumuri-apologist]

ooo can you do Idate...?!??

Like do some Idate x Transmasc reader or smt, that'd be good!! Give what you think he'd do to cheer them up or smt when they're dysphoric n on their period (cause I'm totally not dealing with that rn lol..)

Alright I'll do my best! Sorry if it's too bad

I made my friend proof read this..but neither of us has English as first language so sorry if anything sounds odd

I feel it's too short and ooc.. but i don't really know uuu please give me some feedback¡ ( ╹▽╹ )

Idate with a Transmasc S/O on their period

Idate may not be the sharpest guy when it comes to emotional stuff, but he will notice you acting different. Not wanting to go out or locking yourself in your room almost all day.

Eventually he would ask you if something's wrong.

Although he may not be considered the best listener, he would listen to you and assure you that he is there for you.

“Oh, so that's the thing...Wait here dear”

By the time you finish speaking, Idate would already have you sitting down on the couch, blankets around you to make sure you feel comfortable.

Cuddling is definitely not his thing, but if you're into that he'll try his best on making you feel loved and safe.

Maybe even let out some words of affirmation about how special you are to him and nothing can change how he sees you.

For the rest of the week you're free of any house chores, the man will do all the job for you so you don't stress yourself.

This includes cleaning, tidying up the house and buying groceries and anything you may need, even tho he doesn't like going out.

Will kept you well feed and entertained, so you don't overthinking things too much.

Oh but he doesn't cook, definitely not. Will order you anything you want still, everything for his dear.

If movie nights sound like a good plan for you, good. If not, you two can just cuddle for the night and call it a day.

He might even stop smoking indoors for you. Just in this occasion tho, so you see how much he cares about you.

[sodadrabbles]

hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth. 

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

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The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine. 

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back. 

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team. 

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

[living-on-kyoshi]

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anon: Could you do an Azula x fem or neutral reader. And they’re both pining for each other and Azula’s all in denial. And she witnessed reader create a ball of fire between their hands to keep themself warm. And Azula blurts out her feelings it smt cute like that!??

pairings: azula x f!reader

warnings: none, maybe kind of angsty ? i’m not so sure lol!

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON FOR THIS I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH! i’m sorry it took long to write, i just really wanted to do this prompt justice because it’s such sweet one. azula is one of my favorite characters and i wanted to really pour my heart into this, especially since she’s so complex. also this is a long one, i didn’t expect it to be but it just happened lol. i hope you still like the ending; it ends on kind of a strange note but i felt like this fit her character more. i just feel like azula would need more time to figure stuff out before she seriously commits to this (baby has commitment issues okay take it easy on her). if i conclude it i’d want to do it over a time span so if you like this and want another part of it (to kind of make it a mini-series) let me know! i’d love to write more hehe!

Being back on Ember Island after so long felt different. Y/N always remembered how she used to come when her and Azula were younger. Azula would always force her to come, even though Y/N hated the beach. Something about her infatuated Azula, but Y/N never understood what it was. They met at the Royal Academy for Girls. Azula liked Y/N because she never showed any fear against Azula, despite Azula’s status and behavior. Since then, Azula never let Y/N leave her side. The two were very similar, assertive and craving control. Sometimes this caused them to bicker and argue. But for the most part, they were oddly caring and sympathetic towards each other. 

Y/N was always confused about her feelings towards Azula. Y/N always admired Azula; but Y/N never thought she’d be confused about her romantic feelings toward her. With Zuko banished, Mai with her family and Ty Lee in the circus, Y/N was the only one left with Azula. Azula was strangely a lot nicer to Y/N during this time, which further fueled and confused Y/N’s feelings for her. But with the war going on and Azula practically being Ozai’s right hand woman, there was never any time to explore what could have been of them if they dated. 

And now they had finally gotten somewhat of a break at the beach, a chance for Y/N to make her move. But when Y/N saw the way Azula looked at Ty Lee at the party, it crushed her spirit. There was no way Azula had any romantic feelings towards Y/N, so she didn’t mind the random boys from the party walking up to her. 

“So you from around here?” the tall Fire Nation teen asked her as he leaned on the wall next to her. Y/N didn’t look at him.

“Sure,” she replied blandly. She took a sip from her watermelon juice and looked over to see Azula. Ty Lee had her arm leaned on the wall beside Azula, while the two talked and laughed together. Y/N sighed as she put her glass on the table beside her, next to the bench where Mai and Zuko were sitting.

“I’m going to go get some air, this party is stuffy.” she said to the couple as she began to walk past the Fire Nation teen. 

“Let me join you,” the teen said as he began trailing behind her. Zuko grabbed his wrist, halting him.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Zuko said as he sent a sharp glare to the teen. “You better leave her alone.” Y/N gave a thankful nod to Zuko as she began to head out of the party. 

The cold air hit Y/N’s skin sharply, sending goosebumps all over her bare arms. She held her arms close to her as she headed down to the shore. She looked around at the empty beach around her, the memories of her and Azula had flooded her mind; when they used to tease Zuko and Mai or when they used to bury each other in the sand. Even though she hated being at the beach, it reminded her of a simpler time between her and Azula. It reminded her of a time when the war wasn’t their problem and her romantic feelings weren’t in the way of things. Y/N sat down close to the shore and looked up at the moon high in the sky. She pulled her knees into her chest and sighed. Shivering, she made a small ball of fire in her hands to keep herself warm.

“Mind if I join you?” a voice said from behind her. Startled, Y/N dropped the ball of fire and spun her head around to see Azula. Y/N dropped her shoulders in relief and patted the spot next to her. As Azula made her way over, Y/N admired how beautiful she looked. Azula had most of her hair down, still keeping her signature top knot pony. She wore a red, silk two piece Fire Nation outfit with gold jewelry. In the moonlight, Azula looked angelic, causing Y/N to blush.

“What’s wrong? You’re blushing.” Azula said as she sat down next to Y/N. Y/N turned away from Azula’s face shyly. 

“Nothing, I’m okay,” Y/N said as she looked at the lapping waves. “Why’d you leave the party?” she asked the Fire Nation Princess.

“Well I couldn’t find you, and Chan was acting weird. Besides, that party was no fun anyways.” Azula replied as she looked up at the moon, “You’re lying to me. You know you can’t get away with it.” Y/N looked at Azula in confusion.

“I said I’m fine, Azula.” Y/N said huffing, causing Azula to smirk.

“Zuzu told me about the boy who was bothering you, we can go teach him a lesson if you want.” Azula said as she turned to face Y/N. 

“No it’s okay, he’s not worth it anyway. Unless you want to get back at Chan too?” Y/N asked. Azula shrugged and looked away.

“He’s not worth it either,” Azula said. Y/N hummed in response and looked back at the waves. They sat there in silence before Azula heard Y/N’s shivering. 

“Spirits, you’re shivering so loudly,” Azula laughed at Y/N, causing Y/N to laugh and made another ball of fire in her hands. She rested her head on her knees as she looked up at the moon. Azula swore she had lost her breath at how beautiful Y/N looked, the light from the fire perfectly highlighting her face. Her eyes sparkled with the light of the moon, causing Azula to smile at her beauty.

Azula had been in love with Y/N since she first met her. Azula just didn’t recognize it as love. Y/N was always there for Azula, especially when her mother, Ursa, had left. Y/N understood Azula on a level that no one else did, which made Azula fearful and confused of Y/N. Why does she treat me like this? She’s a good person, I’m a monster. I don’t deserve this. As Azula’s feelings became stronger for Y/N, so did her fear of Y/N leaving her like everyone else. But now, in this moment, Azula’s fear was diminishing as her feelings of love increased.

“You look beautiful,” Azula blurted out in a small whisper. Y/N froze at her words, causing Azula to realize she had said that out loud. Azula choked as she began to try to play it off, still flustered. “I mean, of course you are. All the guys at that party would agree, the way they drooled over you.”

“I don’t care about them, I didn’t want their attention,” Y/N said dryly. Had Azula not meant that in a romantic way? Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest; for a moment she felt like Azula meant that in a more-than-just-friends way.

“What do you mean by that?” Azula questioned, furrowing her brows. Y/N sighed, realizing she spoke too much. But now she couldn’t lie to her, Azula would find out eventually.

“Well, I was trying to impress someone I love tonight but,” Y/N hesitated. “I don’t know, I guess I just read the wrong signals.” 

“They’re clearly incompotent and not worthy of you, you deserve better than that.” Azula replied. Y/N hid a giggle at Azula’s remark.

“No it’s the other way around, I am not worthy of them. They like someone else and they deserve better than me.” Y/N said defeatedly. The words she said struck a nerve with Azula, they deserve better than me. Azula sighed at how well she related to Y/N.

“Y/N,” Azula began. “Anyone is lucky enough to be in your presence, let alone talk to you. If they aren’t intelligent enough to realize what a beauty they have sitting in front of them, then they truly do not deserve you.” Azula looked at Y/N, who was now smiling at her.

“Well, then I guess you aren’t that intelligent.” She said to Azula as she bit the inside of her cheek. Azula’s eyes widened at her. Y/N quickly turned to face the beach, avoiding eye contact.

“This is about me?” Azula said as she straightened herself. She felt her cheeks get warm as her guard began to come down. Did Y/N just admit to liking her? Azula was having trouble grasping what had just happened. Y/N simply nodded in reply, still facing the beach.

“You’re making a mistake,” Azula said, shaking her head. “I’ll just end up hurting you somehow. I’m a monster. I’m not worth it.” Y/N turned to face Azula, who was looking down. She took one hand off her ball of fire and used it to turn Azula’s face to her.

“Azula, you are worthy of all the love and affection the world can offer.” Y/N said, stroking her thumb on Azula’s cheek. “And if you love Ty Lee then I’ll be happy for you. Always.” Azula released herself from Y/N’s touch.

“Ty Lee? What about her?” Azula questioned, tilting her head at Y/N.

“I saw the way you looked at her at the party. I know you like her, not me.” Y/N said quietly as she dropped her hand. Azula nearly laughed.

“I was getting tips from her for how to confront you, silly.” She replied lightly smacking Y/N’s arm. Azula bit her lip in worry. “I just didn’t think you’d want to be with a girl like me.” She turned her head to the side. Y/N held her face again and brought it closer to her to kiss Azula’s forehead.

“That’s not true, Azula. I love you, I always have loved you.” Y/N said softly. Azula looked into her eyes, still filled with worry. “What’s wrong?” Y/N pulled herself back from Azula, confused at the worry in her expression.

“I’m,” Azula began, turning her head away in shame. “I’m just afraid.” She blurted out in frustration and stress. Azula was afraid that because Y/N didn’t fear her, this would cause Y/N to eventually abandon Azula. Y/N rested her free hand on Azula’s, causing her to look back at Y/N.

“It’s okay to be,” Y/N said reassuringly. She understood exactly what Azula meant. The pair had an unspoken understanding of each other that caused them to be so compatible. Azula rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N’s shoulders relaxed at her touch and she rested her head on Azula’s as they both watched the evening shore. The sounds of the waves lapping from the shore back filled the silence as the two sat there together, warm from each other’s touch and the ball of fire.

thank you for reading!

[iam93percentstardust]

So this past month has been awful adn i need some angst + happy e and i was wondering if maybe you could give us a snippet of buckytony with Bucky doing smt stupid and they break up but then they make up in the end.?

I’m so sorry this took me so long to get to. I hope your month has gotten better and that story helps things a little

Make sure to check below the read more both for the rest of the story and for @starkbucksbingo details

They were supposed to come here for their anniversary.

Three years, the longest Tony’s ever made it in a relationship. Pepper had been the only one to even come close and she had only lasted six months before they’d mutually decided that they could either be friends and co-workers or lovers but not all three. At the time, Tony had thought that a good partner was easy to find but a good CEO, not so much. After she’d left though, after a string of failed romances, he’d revised his opinion but by then, she had Happy and he would never begrudge them that.

Three years. Three years of bliss and happiness and feeling like he’d never known love before he found Bucky.

Well, almost three years, he supposes.

He stops walking along the riverbank and looks at the people eating in the nearby restaurant. Bucky had wanted to eat here, he remembers. The floating restaurant, the one painted by Monet. Or maybe it was Renoir. He could never remember which. He just remembers seeing the painting in the Met and Bucky squeezing his hand and saying, “One day, sweet thing, we’re gonna eat there.”

Tony had gotten reservations for that restaurant, almost a year ago honestly. He’d thought they would still be together by then. He scoffs inwardly. How naïve he’d been. He should have known they wouldn’t last the year. It had just about broken his heart when he called last week to cancel the reservation, this last reminder that he and Bucky weren’t Tony-and-Bucky anymore. They were apart now.

Separate.

Alone.

He doesn’t know why he’d kept the reservations for the rest of the trip. Nostalgia, maybe. Masochism, certainly. He knows it wasn’t his fault he and Bucky had broken up—except that he can’t help but feel that it was. Maybe if he’d been better, Bucky wouldn’t have started staying out at nights and coming back long after Tony’s already in bed. Maybe Bucky wouldn’t have started lying to him about where he was going. Maybe, when he had finally confronted him about it, Bucky wouldn’t have said that he was cheating on him.

It had sounded like a lie. Tony wanted it to be a lie. It had sounded like someone who was doing something else but was scrounging for something to say because whatever they were actually doing was so bad that they somehow thought that saying they were cheating was better than the truth. He wasn’t sure which was actually worse: if Bucky was cheating or if Bucky was lying about the cheating to cover for the truth. Either way, it didn’t matter. If Bucky was cheating, it hurt and if Bucky was covering up for something else, it still hurt. They’d fought that night, their worst fight since the early days of their relationship, and at the end, Tony had packed his things and moved out of the penthouse that night. 

Rhodey had an apartment a few floors down for when he was staying over as War Machine and that was where Tony had hidden during the months following the breakup. God bless Rhodey, who had agreed to fly out and take Tony’s place on the team for as long as he needed so he could pull himself together before facing Bucky again. It had killed him to not be out there with the team but after the first time he completely fell apart when he bumped into Bucky in the hall, Pepper and Rhodey had managed to talk him into agreeing that some time off was necessary.

Maybe that was why he’d decided to go on the vacation to France, so that he could finally get some closure from this whole mess.

“Monsieur?” he hears someone ask.

“I’m okay,” Tony murmurs, wandering away towards the riverbank.

It isn’t true, not by a long shot but he settles down on the grass by the river, watching the boats go by, and he thinks that it might eventually be okay. He might eventually be okay. The first few days of his trip here has been difficult. He hadn’t even left the hotel room, unable to bear going to the places he and Bucky were going to visit together. But today, he had forced himself outside and he’d found himself here, by this restaurant. He’s always loved the water, ever since he was a child growing up by the river behind Stark Mansion. It was why he had chosen the house in Malibu though there were plenty others that looked more expensive. It was why he had made sure the Tower had a view of the Hudson. It was why he had one of Monet’s Waterlilies hanging in his bedroom.

He closes his eyes and relaxes, letting the stress of the last few months drain away. There’s a reason he had agreed to come here instead of going anywhere else. He lays back fully, letting the dappled sunlight coming through the trees warm him, almost wishing that he had kept the dinner reservation. If nothing else, it would have been an experience to talk about.

Then he hears someone quietly ask, “Tony?”

He freezes, muscles tensing all over again. Logically, he knows that he has to face Bucky eventually but he wishes it could have been later rather than sooner.

“May I sit down?” Bucky asks.

“It’s a free country,” he mutters.

Bucky laughs ruefully before a pause that Tony assumes means Bucky is indeed sitting down. “I was hoping I would find you here.”

“Why?”

“Because I owe you an apology.”

“Yeah, you sure do,” Tony agrees. Maybe Bucky is here to apologize but he doesn’t have to make it easy on him after the months of turmoil and anguish he’s been going through ever since Bucky first started disappearing during the evenings.

“You were right,” Bucky says eventually. “I was being a coward and you deserved better than that. I wasn’t cheating on you. I didn’t want to tell you because I was embarrassed. You’re so much smarter than I am, than just about anyone is, and I thought I just looked stupid.”

“What were you doing?”

“Going to night classes.”

Tony is stunned silent. “What?” He opens his eyes and sits up, almost unable to understand what Bucky is saying. This is what he was so ashamed of?

Bucky nods, hanging his head. “Yep. I know I shoulda told you earlier—Stevie told me I was making a mistake—but I didn’t want you to think I was dumb or something.”

“Why would you think I would ever think that?” he asks, a little hurt by the insinuation.

“Do you have any idea how smart you sound when you talk, doll?” Bucky asks, smiling ruefully. He runs his hand through his hair, the sunlight catching and gleaming on the metal. “I just wanted to keep up with you for once, let you have an actual conversation instead of having to talk at me all the time.”

“Bucky, no,” he says, dismayed. “Is that what you really think? Half the time, I’m just talking nonsense. Bucky, I love talking to you.” He moves, swinging a leg over Bucky’s hip so that he can straddle him. “You can calculate bullet trajectories in your mind and hustle Sam at pool because you know just what angle you need to hit—Bucky, you’re brilliant and I’m so sorry if I made you think you weren’t.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Bucky protests, hands coming up automatically to rest on Tony’s waist. “I shoulda known you wouldn’t care. Shouldn’t’ve let my own insecurities get in the way of us, definitely shouldn’t’ve told you I was cheating on you ‘cause I was too ashamed to tell you the truth.”

Okay, he can’t deny that one. “That really hurt,” he admits softly. “I knew you were lying and that was even worse.”

“I know,” Bucky agrees. He reaches up to brush Tony’s hair away from his face. “I shouldn’t’ve lied. I’m sorry. I—I know I don’t have any right to ask this but do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Tony looks deep into his eyes, searching for any hint that he isn’t serious about this, that next time, things won’t change at all. “You have to promise to talk to me about things like this,” he insists.

“I promise,” Bucky says without any hesitation at all.

“No more lying to me because you’re embarrassed.”

“No more lying.”

“Not even about the stupid stuff.”

“…Not even about the stupid stuff.”

Tony narrows his eyes. “Bucky.”

“Yes, dear?”

“What are you hiding?”

“You really mean it? Not even the stupid stuff?”

“Yes,” he says firmly. “What are you hiding?”

Bucky reaches into his pocket and slowly pulls out a small box—too small for a watch, too large for cufflinks, but just the right size for—“Before this happened…I bought you a ring.”

He pops the box open, revealing a slim, silver band made out of what looks like interlocking plates, just like Bucky’s arm. Tony gapes at it, trying to put that together in his mind with everything they’ve been through over the last few months.

“But I think not yet,” Bucky continues. “Not until you know you can trust me.”

“Right,” Tony says faintly. It’s a good idea. He wants that reassurance to know that he’ll never be lied to again. And yet… “Can I have it?”

“For what?” Bucky asks, brow furrowing.

“Not for my finger,” Tony explains. “To put next to your dog tags, as a promise.” He smiles and pulls the chain off of his neck. Bucky hadn’t asked for it back and Tony…Tony hadn’t been able to stop wearing it as a reminder of when things had been better. “Not yet but soon.”

“Not yet,” Bucky echoes, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leans forward to kiss him. “But soon.”

~

Title: Bain à la Grenouillère Collaborator Name: iam93percentstardust Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25391056 Square Filled: B2 - Based on a Painting Ship/Main Pairing: Winteriron Rating: G Major Tags & Triggers: Character thought to be cheating Summary: They were supposed to come here for their anniversary. Three years, the longest Tony’s ever made it in a relationship. Pepper had been the only one to even come close and she had only lasted six months before they’d mutually decided that they could either be friends and co-workers or lovers but not all three. At the time, Tony had thought that a good partner was easy to find but a good CEO, not so much. After she’d left though, after a string of failed romances, he’d revised his opinion but by then, she had Happy and he would never begrudge them that. Three years. Three years of bliss and happiness and feeling like he’d never known love before he found Bucky. Well, almost three years, he supposes. Word Count: 1.6k

[dazaily]

karasuno first years using pick-up lines on their s/o

soo.. i’ve been wanting to write a karasuno head canon for ages, and i gonna write a hc which turned into a short fic that i’ll probably never finish... so this is the replacement. enjoy!!

description: so the the karasuno boiz were playing truth and dare in their changing room. and tanaka and nishinoya had dared your bf to use a pick-up line on you. 

warnings: implied nsfw. gender neutral reader. fluffy but sprinkled with swears. i was stressed writing this. long af. not proofread. 

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hinata shoyo

i’m sorry but, did u rlly expect our lil cinnamoroll to know what’s a pick up line?

he babie 🥺❤️

n e ways, it was finally his turn on their little game of truth and dare and nishinoya had dared him to use a pick up line on you.

“a pickup line??? what’s that? will it improve my volleyball skills??”

like i said a bABIE!!

nishinoya and tanaka needs to stop tainting my bbys mind.

“udk whats a pickup line??? how did u even end up with y/n.”

nishinoya is in shock.

and then the plan commenced.

their lil game of truth and dare ended up as a lil plan on getting u hinata to use a pick up line on you.

that night, u were walking home w hinata after club activities ended.

with noya, tanaka and kageyama trailing you, but we pretend they don’t exist.

“soo,, y/n”

“sup? y u acting all weird for? ur usually rambling abt volleyball by now.. u okay?”

“hoW DO THEY KNOW?? WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW?? THEY TOLD ME TO SOUND NATURAL BUT THEY ALR KNOWS!! uGh my senpais are watching me, i gotta do them proUD!”

hinatas mind ran at 1,000km/h, it was insane. especially for someone who doesn’t usually use their brain.

“um, uM, Y/N! CAN U HELP ME HOLD SOMETHING?!?”

confusion.

that was the only thing u felt at the moment.

i mean u were alr infront of ur house, what’s the point of holding smt when u were leaving??

“whut”

conveniently, during ur moment of confusion, the only word u could form was “what”.

“m-m-mm-mY HAND!!”

hinata screeched at ur face

...

silence. whilst noya and tanaka facepalms in the bg

it took a moment, but ur brain finally computes what ur bf just said

“pFFFFFTT,”

ur first instinct was to release the phatest snort/wheeze. shane dawson is jealous. 

“y/nnnnnn~~ stop laughinggggggg”

hinata was now suffering from crippling embarrassment, as u wouldn't stop laughing no matter how much he pleaded.

omg imagine him all blushy and shiz akdkkoaw-- ok lets not get off topic

“ok,, okay, first of all, u could've just held my hand without asking? we’re dating? you don't need my permission to do smth we do everyday?? and, more importantly, who taught u that line u just used???”

u said half wheezing, half talking, struggling to convey wtv ur trying to say to ur bf.

lucky for u, he was strangely able to understand what u were saying, and he replies with a lengthy explanation of the entire situation. 

“ooo, so that's why noya, tanaka and kageyama have been following us,,”

“hOWD U KNOW??? NOYA-SAN OUR HIDING SPOT HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!!!”

as u left to go in ur house, he stops u by holding ur hand and gives u a peck on ur forehead. 

as he separates from u, he had the biggest smile plastered on his face, brightening the entire neighbourhood.

“goodnight y/n! i love you!”

kageyama tobio

erm, lbr this man would have 0 ideas in the field of flirting.

knowing this, our lovely 2nd year duo, decide its time for them to step in and help their junior in his dating life

despite it flowing extremely smoothly w/out their intervention

n e ways, so they forced the 1st years to play truth and dare w them.

when it finally came to tobio’s turn, the unfortunate child unknowingly picks dare which causes nishinoya to spring up.

“i have the perfect dare for you.”

commencing plan...

so nishinoya dares kageyama to say a pickup line to you, but since kageyamas a big baby in disguise, he dk any pickup lines.

bet he didn't even know any pickup lines, but that's not the point. 

so, being the mastermind he is, nishinoya told kageyama a perverted pickup line.

being the clueless innocent baby he is, kageyama decides to recite the pickup line he received from noya to u outside ur class.

“hey y/n,”

“hmm?”

“do you like dragons?”

“eh? why the sudden question? i guess so?”

“cuz i can see me dragon my balls on ur face.”

processing...

.

what the fuck.

it was like god hit the pause button on earth, like literally everyone just paused for a literal second, turning their head towards kageyama, trying to figure out who tf was the brave soul who said that. 

while still in shock, kageyama just stood there confused, as he was suddenly placed in the centre of attention for no reason. o there's a reason honey, a very good one.

“why's everyone looking at me,”

with that one sentence, the world went back to normal as if someone had hit the play button all of the sudden, leaving u to deal with the weirdly awkward situation u found urself in. 

“ummm... tobio.. do u have any idea what u just said.”

“uhh yeah, a pickup line.” 

at that moment, when he said that, it hit u.

“what did they do.”

“huh, what are u talking about??”

*insert confused kags*

“nishinoya and tanaka told u to do something right?”

“r u a psychic???”

despite being amazed at ur ‘psychic powers’, he immediately explains the situation, causing u to face palm so much ur face may be concave.

there are times where u appreciate ur dumbass bf being a ignorant qt, but times like this makes u wish he was a tad bit smarter.. 

debating ur options, u decided to explain the meaning of the pickup line he just used on u in public.

once hearing and understanding the meaning of the pickup line he used on u, his face lit up like a matchstick, shining bright red, stuttering madly, struggling to get even a word out.

“oh, um, well, im sorry for saying smtg so indecent to u in public, um ill make it up to u somehow,”

understanding him was a struggle due to the severe stuttering he was suffering from, but u managed somehow.

“nahhh, its cool, i should go lecture nishinoya for corrupting my precious baby though~~”

“b-b-b-bABY!?!?”

“hehe, yes ur my baby <3″

tsukishima kei

ugh this salty ass mfcker

honestly can't imagine him being forced into using a pickup line on his s/o

cuz, despite hw much we try to deny it, he is one smart mfcker,,,

but i think he would be curious how his s/o will react, so he would do it on his own will anyways.

umm, so this is how the situation went down.

it was another boring day, and the 2nd year duo was having none of that and decided too ensue a game of truth and dare with the 1st years.

this was how the c h a o s started.

he was trying to leave the game discreetly before he had to sell his soul to the devil. 

unfortunately for him, lady luck was not on his side, as he was chosen to do the next dare. 

“but wait a fucking minute, when the fuck did this become a game of dare or dare, when tf did freedom of choice decide to fuck off like that?”

plot convenience

so he was forced into a dare. 

the moment of dread came when tanaka stood up shouting he had a brilliant idea. and it all went downhill from there.

so tanaka dared tsukki to use a pickup line on his s/o. and his first reaction was no. 

“o come on, u never do anything romantic, i bet u haven't even held hands, sometimes i wonder how y/n’s still with u.”

“says the person who has never dated.”

tanaka shut ups. 

so somehow, he managed to get himself out of the situation. 

later that night, he couldn't stop thinking about pickup lines. he almost spent the whole night thinking about ur reaction. cuz volleyball is just a club, am i right..

he decided to use a pickup line on u tmrw, just to see ur reaction, not like he wants to use one, lmao that's lame, haha. a fucking tsundere.

the next day, during lunch, he left yams with the 1st year duo to go find u.

when he saw u, he immediately calls u. 

“hey, where's yams, u didn't tell me u wanted to eat with me today,”

“nah, i just had something to tell u.”

at this moment, tsukishimas heart was beating faster than ushijimas spikes.

“you know if u think about it we never stop tasting our tongues.”

“hmm, now that u said it ye--”

“how bout i taste urs for a change.”

since it was so unexpected, u had no idea how to react. 

as u returned to reality, u notice a slight pink on his cheeks.

u were gonna come back with a snarky comment, since it was rare he was so vulnerable(?) 

but ur plans were ruined when he glanced at u making eye contact, to check ur reaction. 

ur face bursts into the brightest red, hes ever seen. 

seeing ur extremely delayed reaction, he lets out a laugh, but immediately recollects himself. 

“it was a dare from tanaka.”

you were still bright red, but u felt the blush on ur face reducing after hearing the reasoning behind the line. 

“oh, haha, i was wondering what's up”

u said slightly dejectedly. 

he felt like he was just punched in the gut by guilt. 

“i was also curious about ur reaction, and i am satisfied to say the least.”

he leans down to ur height to whisper in ur ear, before initiating the kiss. 

ur blush returns almost immediately as u returned the kiss.

since yall were in school, he separed from the kiss after a few seconds. this is a place for knowledge, y'all nasties.

“welp, bye loser,”

after the kiss, he immediately return to yamaguchi, leaving u alone with ur thoughts. trying to escape from embarrassment.

he may be equal to the condiment on ur kitchen cupboard, but he still tries to make u happy, so appreaciate him and his efforts <3

yamaguchi tadashi

a babie uwuwuwu

pickup line what's that? hehe omf he's so cute

so how this about to go down. 

so truth and dare bla bla bla... ive written this exact thing 3 times please excuse my behaviour.

since he was bored, yamaguchi forced tsukki to join in on the fun together, a decision he would regret. 

soon it became yamaguchi’s turn, and everyone turned quiet due to the lack of dares they had or yamaguchi.

that was until the one and only nishinoya stood up. 

“hEY, u have a s/o right, how about u use a cheesy pickup line on her!!” *eyebrow raise*

while processing what nishinoya just said, yamaguchi’s face morphed into one of dread and fear, as he turns his head to tsukishima for help.

“u dragged us into this mess, i aint helping u.”

and there goes his only help, well it was his fault in the first place dragging him and his best friend into this mess. tsukishima u tsundere.

yamaguchi was on the verge of tears, thinking of excuses and ways he could get out of the god forbidden situation he brought upon himself. 

but the only thing he could think of was the worst case scenario, which was u breaking up with him.

looking at his senpais, he slowly faces the fact that there's no escape and accepts his fate. 

if this is the cause of the end of ur relationship together, it just means the gods don't want y'all together.

“idk any pickup lines....” 

this was his last attempt of escaping as he bids ur relationship farewell, already aware it was not gonna work. 

“thiS IS WHERE I COME IN, don't worry yamaguchi i am the encyclopaedia of pickup lines.”

ofc his senpais would know the cheesiest lines on the surface of this earth. despite insisting the earth is flat.

and so the dreadful event began. 

after school ended, otw to his club, he met up with u. with his senpais trailing behind stalking y'all, to see ur reaction.

“ugh out of all the pickup lines, they had to make me use the most overused one... im gonna cry,,, y/n i hope u don't leave me after this.”

well here goes nothing...

“hey y/n,,” extreme stutters that im too lazy to type out.

“hmm?”

“k-k-kiss me if im wrong,,, b-but dinosaurs still exist right?”

before he could even cringe at himself, u gave him a peck on his lips while smirking afterwards. 

yamaguchi proceeds to poof into redness after processing what had just happen, as u laugh maniacally in the background.

“u could've just asked for one, and tsukishima already told me everything so u don't need to explain,"

yamaguchi did not have the brain power to comprehend the situation at hand, as he was still affected from the kiss from earlier.

“i can't believe u think i would breakup with u because of something so trivial.. im kinda upset..”

finally coming back to reality, yamaguchi finally realises the situation he's in. 

“o-oh, i didn't mean to make it seem like i didn't believe in our relationship, its just that w--”

he gets cut off by u kissing him again.

when u separate, u began to laugh again. 

“hAHAHHA, ikik, i was just joking around, don't worry ill love u no matter what, now off u go to ur club ill see u tmrw.”

not knowing what to do or how to react, yamaguchi felt the need to do smtg before u left. 

“i love u, ill call u later tonight!”