#he’ll be back for graduation. though 🫶🫶

[bibleofficial]

my ethiopian fuckin told me he’s leaving TOMORROW to head home for ???? 😭😭😭

[puck-luck]

Queen!!! Congrats on 1k I absolutely love reading your writing 🥹 can I request 14 of clubs with frat!Jack please 🧎‍♀️🫶

+ the ask immediately after: "Wait mam 😭 I just sent in a frat jack request but I think I said 14 when I meant to write 17 because I kept getting confused as to how to write my sentence 😭😭"

donc! alors! oui!

warnings: exhibitionism, frat man who stays a frat man into his 5th year, drunken hookup

wc: 551

You’ve graduated. Jack has one more semester left– because he’s a frat guy, so he had to take the extra semester. He can’t let go of the frat either, even though the next exec board has been elected and sworn in. Jack’s successor is this kid named Cotter, who usually DJs when they throw parties. Evidently, he can control a room. Jack’s younger brother is the VP of Recruitment– what some people refer to as the “pledgemaster”– and he’ll probably be president in two years. Jack’s proud of the legacy and excited that he gets three more months of frat life without having to worry about all the brothers all the time. He can just get drunk and enjoy the parties now.

Despite your grown age, he still brings you along to all of these parties. You’re no longer a student at this school, but Jack brings you along as his date. You work in the same college town, living in your same apartment, and after a few months of not labeling your relationship, you and Jack had officially became boyfriend-girlfriend around graduation. Now, you’re nearing the year-anniversary of the first time you and Jack hooked up. 

And today, at this party, you’ve both gotten deliciously tipsy. Your university won their season opener for football and Jack is ecstatic. He hasn’t been able to keep his hands to himself, nor have you, and it’s escalated.

You’re pressed against a wall, in the dark corner of the dance room. ‘President-DJ Pauly C’ is on aux again, the big speakers half-covering your body from the view of the crowd. Jack uses his own body to cover the rest of you, hands roaming and lips insistent and sloppy against yours. His tongue might actually be down your throat, and it probably looks tacky, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You’re buzzed, making out with your boyfriend at a party, after a football win. Life is good.

Jack pushes his thigh between your legs and palms your bra over your cropped tank top. His movements are inching on rough, no longer just greedy, so you pull back.

“Let’s go somewhere,” you say in his ear, having to raise your voice so he can hear you over Cotter’s music.

“No, right here,” Jack replies, kissing down your neck. “No bed needed.”

You laugh out loud, a bright twinkling sound that usually captures Jack’s attention. Today, he continues groping you and grinding his thigh against your core, reminding you just how badly you want him. “Jack,” you scoff, still giggling. You wish his hair was free– it’s tucked up in a backwards ball cap. He also lost his t-shirt sometime in the night, so you can’t pull on that fabric or his hair.

Jack finally pulls back, snaking his hand up under your shirt and he fishes your tit from the cup of your bra. He pinches your nipple and grins when you arch into him, rolling your hips against his thigh.

“Have you forgotten that the first time I fucked you, it was against the sink in this very house? We’ve never needed a bed, baby,” he brags with a smile before ducking to lick into your mouth again. “Let me touch you right here. I want everyone to see that you’re mine.”

[wttcsms]

it always leads to you ; sae itoshi

pairing sae itoshi x f!reader  word count 2.4k  synopsis 5 times you can't escape the memory of sae + the 1 time he comes back. content contains ex boyfriend sae, attempts at moving on, second chances author's notes this serves as a prologue to my new mini multipart series here but could be read as a stand alone one shot <3

zero.

Sae Itoshi breaks up with you five days before graduation, which is also six days before he hops onto a plane to an entirely different continent, and it’s seven days before your second anniversary. 

The worst part of it all, though, is that even across the world, you can’t seem to escape him.

one.

Smartphones, you discover, for all their artificial intelligence, still can’t keep up with the intricacies of human relationships.

At least, that’s how it feels. 

It’s been seven days since graduation, six days since he left the country, and five days ago, you were supposed to be celebrating your anniversary with him. A week. It’s been a week since Sae reverted back to Itoshi, a week since you’ve practically ignored every invitation from your former classmates (his friends before they were ever really yours) to hang out, and a week since you last texted him. 

Still, when you swipe through your phone, thumb hitting the search bar, your eyes flicker down to SIRI SUGGESTIONS.

Send a message to sae🫶🏻. 

You turn off your phone after that.

two.

You’re still number one best friends on Snapchat. It shouldn’t mean that much to you, but it does. It’s been one month since Sae left, leaving you, his little brother, and maybe everything else in Japan tying him down, behind. 

He’s still at the top of your best friends list, still the only one with the special emoji next to his user that signifies his status, still the common denominator in every single one of your Snap memories. 

You wonder if you should delete your entire account; start fresh, maybe.

(You don’t, though. It’s too much of a hassle, is what you tell yourself. What you know and don’t need to bother to say is that you’re scared he won’t be able to find you in case he needs you, and you’re still not ready to give up any scraps of Sae you have left of him, and you must be delusional because there’s a part of you that holds out hope that he’ll want you back because you’re still number one best friends — he hasn’t been Snapping anyone else.) 

three.

You run into his mom at the grocery store. 

You’re not sure how to react at first. All you know is that you see her before she sees you, and in that split-second, you had the opportunity to run as fast as you could, but you didn’t.

You’re not sure why. You can blame it on shock, or fear, or even admit that a small part of you craved an interaction with her because, by extension and some sort of delusional logic, connecting with her would be like connecting with Sae. 

She smiles at you, and your feet are firmly planted on the too-shiny tiles of this supermarket, and the shelves full of instant rice are closing in on you ‘til the world feels so small and all that’s left is just you and her and the tantalizing spirit of Sae. 

He takes after her more than he does his father. Growing up, he didn’t like hearing the adults say oh, you look just like your mother! because he’s a boy, and no boy wants to hear that. It’s the truth, though. When you originally spotted her, it was her distinct reddish-brown hair that caught your attention. It’s the same shade she passed down to Sae, and seeing the familiar color up close shouldn’t cause your throat to close up and to give your stomach nervous flutters, but it does. 

“[Name]!” She gives you one of her gentle smiles, and the warmth of it seems to unfreeze you. You can move freely now, and you choose to smile back at her. You’re not sure if she knows that her son broke your heart and that he did it so coldly and clinically, with the precision of a surgeon. Without feeling or remorse. You don’t know how to react properly when she closes the distance between you two to give you a hug, one that doesn’t indicate that she’s going to treat you like her son’s ex. 

You return the hug, of course, but when she pulls back to speak, you know that you should have just avoided her when you had the chance. 

“How are you doing with Sae’s move to Spain? You haven’t come by the house in a while. I hope you know that I miss having a daughter around.” Her soft laugh does something cruel to your soul. He didn’t tell her, then. She doesn’t know. You wonder if he maybe left that responsibility to you, if crushing his mother’s spirit was a burden he personally chose you to bear. You never knew he had such a mean streak in him.

“Sorry, Mrs. Itoshi.” The words taste bitter on your tongue, and you think the polite smile you give her is more of a grimace. “Your son and I…” Aren’t together. Broke up. No longer on speaking terms. 

You can’t even say his name, and you can’t admit the truth, and luckily enough, she was once a teenage girl too. 

“I see.” She says, and you wish she says it coldly. You wish she would view you as a stranger, so that way the split would feel more real. Instead, she’s telling you that you’re still welcome to visit their household any time you want. You know she’s not extending this invitation to be nice; she genuinely wants you to come by, and that only makes you feel worse.

four.

On the eve before you leave for college, your graduating class hosts a bonfire party on the beach. You originally don’t want to attend, but you know that being antisocial for the rest of your youth would ultimately do more harm than good. 

Almost no underclassmen are present, so you’re surprised that when you look up after hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, it’s Rin that’s standing near you.

Rin’s always been a little more awkward than his older brother. It’s endearing, in a way that all little brothers happen to be when you love them. Without your tie to Sae, though, you know that you can’t adopt Rin as your own sibling anymore, and you two haven’t even spoken since the breakup. 

“Congratulations on your graduation and getting into UTokyo.” 

“Thanks.” You smile at him, but you’re a bit confused as to why he showed up to a party just to congratulate you. Rin’s never been the type to attend parties, and you hope that he isn’t trying to get into any trouble with Sae’s brotherly guidance now gone. 

“Have you heard from Sae after he left?” 

Sae’s always harbored a soft spot for Rin; this you know for a fact. Rin sounding dejected at the mention of his brother only adds to your confusion. 

“Um, no. We don’t really talk anymore, actually.” 

Admitting this out loud now doesn’t hurt nearly as much as admitting it a few weeks ago did, so clearly you have some “healthy” progress going on. At this rate, maybe you’ll even be able to stomach the action of deleting his phone number. 

“Oh.” And then a minute later, Rin is sitting cross-legged in the sand next to you, two feet of space separating you both. “He doesn’t really talk to me anymore, either.” 

Oh, great. Now you’re basically having a pity party with your ex’s younger brother, and you two are probably about to have a good cry session about how he essentially abandoned you both. Who would have thought that rock bottom had a basement? 

You don’t know what to say in reply, so you don’t say anything at all, and the two of you just sit in silence, staring at the sun setting over the sea. Thirty minutes into the party, you couldn’t even fathom why you wanted to force yourself to endure social interaction with people you have no true relationship with, and you snuck off to the edge of the beach to just be alone with your thoughts. 

“Sae really likes the sea.” Rin breaks the silence once more. “I heard him talking to our parents when he called last week. He says the water in Spain is beautiful, and it makes him feel at home.” 

This beach is where he asked you to be his girlfriend. The moment your toes touched the sand, you were transported back to simpler times, where Sae was still Sae, and you were happy. He brought you here on your last anniversary (maybe it’s best to start realizing that it’ll be your only anniversary with him), and you sat in this same position with him, watching the sun set over the sea, basking in the bliss of young love. You suppose that back then, you really liked the sea, too. 

five.

Everyone has a type, you suppose. A preference for when it comes to selecting a partner. 

You’re still young and woefully inexperienced, but you’re a pretty, single girl on a college campus full of cute, single boys. The possibilities are endless.

So what are the odds that when you finally sit down on a dinner date with one of your classmates (your first date after Sae), and the two of you are doing the obligatory “get to know each other” first date icebreakers, your date tells you:

“I’m actually here on a soccer scholarship.” 

It shouldn’t affect you the way it does. It’s been nearly two months, after all. Soccer isn’t a sport exclusive to just Sae. Lots of people play the damn sport. It’s a fucking international sport, and a popular one, at that. 

“Oh! That’s cool!” You’re lying through your teeth, and your date can’t tell. And you shouldn’t hate him for it; he doesn’t know you, and he’s known you only from the first two lectures you two sat next to each other for. You know it’s absolutely unhealthy and probably unhinged to start comparing him to Sae, but you can’t help it. It’s like once the word “soccer” left his lips, he summoned the ghost of Sae, and his presence is now haunting you. He’s standing behind your date, and you can see Sae clear as day, maybe even better than you can see your classmate, and he’s shaking his head as if to say is this really the best you could do after me?

And you hate your date, and yourself, and Sae, and you know it’s bad. You know that you should have moved on by now, but it’s like he cursed you. As if everything in this world somehow has a connection to Sae, and it doesn’t make any sense, but sometimes it does because for a brief moment, Sae was the whole world to you. 

six.

You’re back in your childhood home for the long weekend. Your parents are ecstatic to have you back, and it feels good to be back in your hometown and sleeping in your own bed. College has done wonders for you, and maybe being in Tokyo has helped you heal. Everything is new and shiny there, and best of all, everything in that city has thankfully been left untouched by Sae.

There’s a cute boy that shares mutual classes and friends with you, and your best friend, Cami, keeps hinting that he’s going to ask you out soon, and you can’t help but tell her that if he does, you’ll gladly say yes. 

You think he’s going to mention something about wanting to take you out judging by the texts he’s been sending you ever since you’ve got back home, and you’re too focused giggling at your screen to even bother to check who’s knocking on your front door. All you do is open it, looking up briefly to see who it is, only to nearly drop your phone once you realize who’s standing on your front porch. 

Sae Itoshi is standing right in front of you. In the flesh. Not some figment of your imagination or a hyper-realistic delusional daydream. You know it’s him because you would have never anticipated him finally finding a haircut that suits his features. He looks leaner than before, angular features of his face now more defined, sharper. His cheeks have slightly hollowed out, and maybe you’re just projecting onto him when you think he looks more tired now than he ever did before. 

Your phone vibrates, signaling that you’ve gotten a text back, but you can’t focus on anything but Sae. There are a million different scenarios that have played through your head whenever you daydreamed about what would happen should you ever come face to face with him. There is nothing in your head now. 

“Hey,” he says, with a nonchalant audacity only a truly cocky bastard could pull off. The first thing he says after breaking your heart and leaving you in ruins is hey. In your head, you know you deserve better. Your heart, however, practically jumps at the sound of his voice, like a dog reuniting with its owner that’s been away from home for years. It doesn’t matter what he does or says: a small part of you, maybe all the parts that matter most, will always be fulfilled with having Sae’s attention. 

“Can I come in?” 

While trying to move on from Sae, you realize that leaving yourself ready to invite him back into your heart is essentially like leaving the front door of your house unlocked for him, because even though you know you’ve given him a key, you also know that he’s most likely forgotten he has it. It’s why you could never truly form any romantic attachments to anybody else; you were still too busy trying to leave yourself open for him. 

Now, in this moment, you finally have a chance to finally be rid of him for good. You have the opportunity to get the final word in. You can slam the door in his face, and he will never have the chance to be let in again because even if he holds the key, the locks have changed. 

That chance evaporates the moment you move away from the entrance, inviting him back in, and telling him,

“Of course.”

[jhoneybees]

Desire

Hi!! Here's a sweet but also savoury fic that I might write a part 2 for🤭

Tagging: @elvisalltheway101 my doll🫶

Characters:50s!Elvis X Older!reader

Warnings/triggers: 5 year age gap (A/n: The fic is set in 1955 so Elvis is 20 years old and reader is 25)

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Elvis has always had a taste for younger girls and their chatty personalities but when his head did a whole 180 after laying eyes on a matured gal like you that is more quiet and not as chatty, he learnt what his real taste is.

His family knows you from living in the apartment next door and they adore how friendly of a person you are. His mama would often praise you during family dinners to his daddy and him which usually he would get embarrassed about her rambling on about girls that could be a potential partner for him but now getting to hear about what you said during a conversation you had with his mama, he didn’t say a thing.

Even though he sees you with his mama quite often, he doesn’t know a lot about you. He knows you came from a privileged family in Texas and when you graduated highschool, you moved to Memphis when you were 22 to have a fresh start into adulthood but that’s all he really knows from what his mama told him.

He finds you very pretty and your laugh and smile are so contagious but the thing that gets him almost trembling is how mature you look in those dresses you wear, it does…something to him.

Especially when he saw you from across the road as you were walking into the building complex you two live in, wearing that red halterneck dress with cherries on it.

His bottom lip just couldn’t help but fly in between his teeth, those damn curves are something else.

He’s had quite a big crush on you ever since you moved into Lauderdale Courts and for a long time he thinks he wouldn’t have the courage to confess to you because he’s scared that you might get disgusted and shut him down or go off telling his parents to scold him for having such feelings for someone that they look so dearly as a close family member so to save himself from that humility, he’ll just watch you from afar.

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“Nah, you guys can go on without me” his friends groan in disappointment, they asked him if he wants to go to a party with him but he’s already been to 5 in the past 2 weeks, he wants a break so with another shake of the head, he bids them a farewell and turns on his heel.

He hums quietly, he thought he would be running around Memphis for the night with his buddies for a bit of a laugh but he’s a bit disappointed to find out they want to go ogling at girls at a party over at someone’s parents’ house, knowing that the adults don’t know about what their kids are doing because of them being out of town.

It just leaves him the option of just walking back home and finding something interesting to do there.

As he walks along the footpath with his hands in his pockets and head lowered down, he watches as his shoes lazily scrape along the concrete. He sighs out of boredom, he’s bored so what could he do when he gets home?

Just then when that question pops into his head, his ears perk up to the sound of a piano. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he lifts his head towards the neon lit sign noticing he’s outside of a night club. Maybe he could go and have a bit of a listen to the music? he shrugs his shoulders.

Why not?

Quietly, Elvis scans his eyes around the dimly lit bar room, seeing only a few black middle aged ladies in their best attire, smiling and laughing with each other with dainty little glasses in their hands. It’s not as busy as he thought it would be.

Then as he hears a piano play again, he looks towards the sound and his breathing comes to a halt. You’re on stage with a microphone in your hand, he didn’t know you worked as a bar singer. He gulps as he sees you in that black sparkly cocktail dress and your hair flowing down your back. Good Lord.

Elvis shakes his head and realises he might be staring too much so clearing his throat, he glances around to find a seat.

He sits at a two person table and decides to keep his head lowered, he might embarrass himself somehow, he doesn’t know how but it’s better being safe than sorry but as Elvis presses his lips together, the gravity pull of your voice through the speakers just demands him to look at you.

Is he gonna be able to look away?

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen.. The song I’ll be singing for you tonight is a song that I have always called a favourite when I was little…and it goes something like this” you chime with a soft smile.

Oh that smile.

The piano starts the song off and as the bass soon follows after, the cheerful sounds of the song fills out the room. The first word you sing makes Elvis physically melt.

“I don’t want to set the world on fire”

You smile sweetly and the older ladies there cheer you on with “That’s my girl!” and “That’s right!”

“In my heart I have but one desire”

His eyes soften.

“I’ve lost all ambition, for worldly acclaim”

Elvis brings his arms up to rest on the table, grasping his hands together and looking at his hands to try to just listen to your voice.

“I just want to be the one you love…”

Oh your sweet fluttery voice

He really can’t look away.

As you sway your hips subtly and bring your hand up to rest on the pianist's shoulder, Elvis bites down on his tongue. Gliding across the stage you walk down the steps and onto the bar floor, Elvis’ eyes darting all over you from your jaw to your hips and down to your ankles.

He lets out a stiff sigh and leans back in his chair.

“I don’t wanna set the world on fire, honey”

You sing with a giggle, taking slow and elegant steps towards the bar where the other women are, yelling and giggling at your cheeky little smile.

Elvis’ hand twitching, he sighs again while he lifts his hand to drag down the bottom half of his face.

“I love you too much” you add, making the ladies whistle playfully.

Elvis doesn’t even notice how his leg is bouncing nervously under the table, all he can think about is his heart floating across the room to the palm of your hand for you to squeeze, break, just do anything with it.

“You see…way down inside of me”

His heart pumps loudly in his ears as you turn your head and look into his eyes, walking slowly towards him.

“Darlin’ I have only one desire….and that desire is you” His heart clenching in the softest way as you give him a happy smile, realising who he is.

The small thumps from your heels make him hold his breath, sensing you walking behind his chair, a shiver drips down his spine as you place your hand on his shoulder.

Feeling you bend down over his shoulder, he lets out a small breath through his slightly parted lips.

“And I know…nobody else ain’t gonna do”

His chest almost stutters as he breathes in, your soft, sultry voice sending ticklish waves into his ears and into his brain. Feeling your warm breath lingering below his ear onto his neck, his hands adjust over the center of his pants.

“Did you like that, Presley?”

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Read Desire pt 2 here!

[hippolotamus]

Guess what!! It's Nutcracker season!! The NYCB is currently busily rehearsing for their shows! What are our boys up to?

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It definitely is! They have been quite busy with shows, and so grateful to have this opportunity together. (Just like I'm so grateful for co-authoring this AU with you) However, they are Exhausted™️ and need a breather. So, for the purposes of this ask, we’re taking a trip down memory lane if that’s OK 🫶

Typically the studio is filled with noise. With chatter, gossip, the gentle tap of pointe shoes. Not now though. It’s still; a sacred space.  It’s been over a decade since Eddie last attended anything akin to mass or confession, but now feels as close to a religious experience as he’ll ever be again. A place to be reverent, and inspired by divine energy. A sanctuary to unburden himself.  Inky black sky has given way to the blues and grays that creep in before dawn. The dreamy transition between sleep and wakefulness that waits for the rest of the world. But not for Eddie. Currents of excitement sweep over his skin, rippling through the fine hairs like dandelion wisps on a breeze.  He forces himself to be patient through his stretches and warmups. Extra practice doesn’t do him any good if he doesn’t do this properly.  Finally, when he’s loose and limber, he steps to the center of the floor. His eyes fall closed as he inhales, straightening his body. The opening notes to the third act begin in his mind as clearly as if Chimney had hit ‘play’ on the sound system. He counts the bars until it’s his time to come in. And then his body moves.  In a series of spins and leaps, he crosses the floor as if he’s weightless. As though nothing can touch him. Like he’s disentangling himself from all the anxieties that try to trap him from one performance to the next. The memories that have followed him from childhood. He won’t allow them to follow him here.  Not his five year old self being frowned at for attempting to imitate his sister’s movements. Or him at six, anxiously fidgeting in place as his parents told Miss Tara they didn’t think a boy’s place – their boy’s place – was in a ballet studio. Him as a teenager nearly reaching a breaking point, enduring the slurs and ridiculous cat calls. The constant feeling of alone, alone, alone. By the time he lands, he isn’t any of those versions anymore. He’s Edmundo Diaz, man who graduated top of his class at Juilliard. Eddie Diaz, corps de ballet at NYCB.  “Should’ve figured someone as eager as you would be here early.”  “What-” In the mirror he meets a familiar set of playful blue eyes, pale but intense.  Tommy saunters in, drops his bag near Eddie’s, and leans back against the barre. “I couldn’t help but notice the alignment was off in your landing. I can help with that.”  Eddie frowns, so sure he was holding himself correctly. He returns to his previous stance, studying his reflection. “I don’t see what I’m doing wrong.”  “Don’t move.” Tommy appears at Eddie’s side, making minor adjustments to his rear leg and both arms.  “There.” He circles around to inspect Eddie from the front. “Perfect.”  Their eyes meet again and something flickers across Tommy’s features. Something deeper than simple approval. Something that feels like– “Mornin’, boys!” Chim’s voice slices through the moment, pushing them apart. Oblivious, he cracks his gum while staring at his phone screen. “Thanks,” Eddie says. Tommy glances at Chim, then back again for another assessing gaze that might leave him breathless in another situation. “Of course.”

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hii! i heart ur headcanons sm, so i was gonna ask if u could right some sibling headcanons (especially with roman) of growing up and getting a chronic illness so we end up unable to work like they do so logan treats us like were useless a lot of the time. sorry if that's too angsty or u don't want to, but if you do thanks you! i have a chronic illness and it would be cool to have comfort characters so comforting and stuff but thanks again! 🫶🏻 have a good day!

(can i become raccoon anon?) - 🦝

anon, I literally love you so much!! and of course you can be THE raccoon lol 🦝

I just want to let you know that if you ever, EVER need support, my ask box and pms are open to you always. I’m here for you, I will be your best friend, whatever it is you need 🫶🏽

thank you so much for requesting, and hopefully I can make this a series for you so that you have representation - if that’s something you want, just let me know xx I will literally write whatever you want me to <3 enjoy 🩷

chronic illness (sib!roys)

ᝰ you’re a difficult to thing to talk about for the roys

ᝰ shiv is the only one who’s ever really defended you to your father

ᝰ kendall and roman still supported you, but were just too afraid of logan to do anything

ᝰ early childhood, connor made sure you took all your meds exactly when you were supppsed to, every single day

ᝰ roman would make up games that you could play that didn’t require you to run or exert yourself to the point where you got hurt

ᝰ you and shiv would read the harry potter picture books together

ᝰ kendall, in secret, would do all of your homework if you weren’t feeling well

ᝰ which was a lot

ᝰ shiv would always convince your dad to let you sleep in or stay home from school certain days

ᝰ roman would physically fight kids who bullied you or were rude at school/on the playground

ᝰ in high school, kendall wrote a five page letter to the principal and got one repeat bully of yours expelled

ᝰ shiv campaigned hard to make school more accessible for you

ᝰ roman still fought people that looked at you funny

ᝰ he tells you one night after getting a bloody lip that he’ll never stop fighting for you

ᝰ it was tradition that if you were bed bound or in the hospital, shiv, roman, and kendall would bring a deck of cards to you so you could all play

ᝰ but as you got older, you all drifted apart

ᝰ first ken moving away for college, the other two following slowly after

ᝰ they kept in contact, sure, but now you’re in this massive house, all by yourself with no one to talk to

ᝰ you did college online

ᝰ and even then, you don’t ever think you’ll really be able to work

ᝰ you avoid your father as much as physically possible

ᝰ he’s always thought you weren’t worth anything

ᝰ you’ve learned not to let it get to you

ᝰ after kendall graduates and comes back to new york to work for waystar, he visits more

ᝰ connor’s been long gone, so now it’s him staying on top of your meds

ᝰ even though you can do it yourself, you let him

ᝰ you know he feels bad for you

ᝰ some dystopian pity

ᝰ you didn’t want to talk about it with him, ever, so you just let him do it

ᝰ things only change after roman graduates

ᝰ even though he’s arguably the most afraid of your father, he came back to new york and made you move in with him

ᝰ “you don’t even take care of yourself, ro,” you tell him one day

ᝰ “so? you’re more important to me. i’m not going to let you fucking be in danger because dad’s a jackass.”

ᝰ he makes sure his fridge and pantry are stocked with solely food you can eat

ᝰ your dad never asks after you

ᝰ but oh well

ᝰ you only ever talk to roman anymore

ᝰ it changes after a particularly bad scare with your health

ᝰ and it’s just like ten years ago, the four of you cramped together on one hospital bed, playing cards

ᝰ shiv and ken never lose touch with you again

ᝰ you walk ken down the aisle at his wedding

ᝰ and at every wedding you attend for your siblings, you’re their person of honor, standing, sitting, whatever you can, right behind them

[weird-dere-writes]

writing my thesis (or attempting to!) and thinking about convincing Byakkun to take a work trip from Soul Society to the World of the Living and do his paperwork in a little antique library with me while I do my thesis work

and then we treat ourselves at a little Japanese sweet shop afterwards!

The idea of a having to do research and then write a graduate thesis has always scared the FUCK outta me I’m ngl. U are so strong for this and I am so proud of you 🫡. You are doing great lovely and I commend you <33333.

Byakkun knows as you near the end of your last year at your uni that there is a lot of pressure and that your academic crazies intensify. So even though he is all the way in soul society, he is always thinking about you and wondering how you’re doing.

It’s a good thing that the Seireitei has upgraded their phones in recent years! Now he can call you daily and see your face so he doesn’t have to wonder.

When you bring up the idea of a work trip, Byakuya is on it immediately. Renji swears he’s never seen his captain try to push paperwork through to the top so quickly. The lieutenant almost thought something was wrong. But then he just realized the man was giddy to get going, in his own way. Showing it through his actions rather than expression, as usual.

And when Shunsui finally gets his eyes on the request, he’s smiling and shrugging as he signs it off. As long as the sixth squad captain is getting his work done, regardless of where he is, who is the head captain to say no?

A day goes by after you make the suggestion and you’re getting ready for bed. Just as you shimmy into your comfy bottoms, about to hop in the bed, a bright light and shoji materializes in your room. Shortly after, the door slides open and Byakuya is stepping through; feeling his stomach flutter as he sees the sparkle in your eye and the smile on your face at his arrival.

He spends the night with you, only to have disappeared from your abode the next morning. You’re confused, perhaps a little worried, about to call him just as your doorbell rings. And when you go to answer, there he is.

He’d woken up early, going to Kisuke’s to get himself a gigai. He wanted to be there with you all the way, wherever you wanted to go. What kind of man would he be, walking around with you but making the world that couldn’t see him think you’re by yourself?

He’s back inside as you get yourself ready to go out. And then you’re off!!

He had never really heard of an antique library before you took him there that day. It was different from libraries he was used to, but he found the atmosphere quaint, and comforting. He wouldn’t mind returning here every once in a while with you to get his work done.

Not only that, but he loves that if you need help that he can actually be there to help you. All he has to do is simply turn around and take a look at your work. He can point at the things he wants you to emphasize. He can lovingly and comfortingly caress you too when you need encouragement. All in all, as he tends to be when he’s with you, he is just happy to be there 🫶🏾.

Byakkun didn’t come with world of the living currency, so he says he’ll pay you back for the sweets at the sweet shop and he MEANS IT. He would have paid if he could, and he isn’t letting you get away with covering his ass uwu. He’s too gentlemanly for that. His chivalry is at its strongest when it comes to you, my dear. And he won’t let anyone else forget it. Because he is the man for u, indeed 💜.

Kith 😘💋

[daphwritesworld]

Okay your song of the day girlie. I have two favourite songs from this artist, and they’re complete opposites. Didn’t know if to go with the cute, groovy love song, or the sad “this relationship is soon to be over” song. Ultimately, I chose the second option lmao. (I’ll send you the groovy one if you ask nicely)

https://open.spotify.com/track/7wnV2fCAoOMkFCMGFxUmsM?si=7-0ksw11Q6OqmbklUAgeeA

omg 🎶 anon !!!! the one before this one and the one after this both link back to your profile, so that’s why i haven’t posted those lol. this one’s fine tho so im gonna reply on it to all the songs :D and no i totally want you to still send them to me daily still !! you aren’t bombarding me at all :D this is like the best sort of my day haha. i just didn’t wanna expose your account like that one time lol 😅

but anyways let’s get into the good shit 🙏🏽

1. Where Did It All Go Wrong? — Oasis

I FUCKING LOVE OASIS SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP!! okay this song is fucking fire. i don’t think i’ve heard it before, but it will be going into my daily playlist. dad rock will always get me going 😩 it’s my guilty pleasure for real

2. My King Will Be Kind— Inhaler

oh my god i bet it was therapeutic to scream that live at the concert lmao. this one is super good too. you’re seriously putting me onto so much new music. it’s like having a personal dj lmao 😂 thank you for ur service 🎶 anon 🫡 but no seriously i really love this song. reminds me of something my brother would listen to :)

3. Why Don’t You Touch Me— Leon Bridges

OH MY GOOOOD !!! i just started getting into Leon Bridges too lol. i’ll say my fave song in mg reccs hehe. buuut pleeaase give me the groovy one 🎶 anon…pretty please with a cherry on top? 🥺🫶🏽 i’ll even give you veto powers to decide what the next fic i post is 👀

4. Open Door— Nights In Stero

OKAAAYYYY this is my favorite one out of this bunch!! this is the type of song i could listen to on repeat while im driving (when im not being a passenger princess 😊) or cleaning !! i will have to check out more from this band :D

time for my reccssss hehe :P

1. Don’t Look Back In Anger— Oasis

okay here is my fave Oasis song !! i still have this song burned into a cd somewhere that my brother made when i was younger. it probably had so many scratches on it, but that just proves how used it truly was lol😅

2. Your Life Your Time— Christian Leave

this song kinda reminds me of highschool even though it didn’t come out till like 3 years after i graduated 😂 anyways love the vibes it brings to the function haha. me and my friends like to scream it in summer with the windows down haha

3. Coming Home— Leon Bridges

okay here is my fave Leon Bridges song hehe. i know it’s his most popular but like 😭 it’s groovy….and also the only one i’ve learned all the lyrics to yet lol. give me time to dive deeper :)

4. Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most— Dance Gavin Dance

here is another DGD song bc i can’t help myself lmao. this is a more popular one. i can at least get my bestie to listen to this one 🥲 her boyfriend hates music like this tho lmao. if he had the aux he’ll play like the same 5 george strait songs on repeat 😭

[weird-dere-writes]

Alright you know why I'm here! Ichidere college au lore let's go!

Wooooooooo!!!! 💃🏾✨

More Ichidere lore in the College Byakujas universe >:))))))

I like to think that after that time he was kind enough to help me look for you when I was lost, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I could be doing just the most mundane thing and he will pop into my head. Even more so than before when I was simply crushing from afar.

I will be brushing my teeth and his voice will pop into my head and then I’ll accidentally make myself gag. I will be filling my car up with gas and start thinking about how he walked me off campus after I gave you your thing, and then I will have spent a little more money than intended when i come to and look at the little screen on the pump. Casually eating lunch and thinking about how stronk his arm looked when he raised it to scratch the back of his head and I bite my tongue about it and sob cus OW MY TONGUE.

Like I have only experienced the man for at most a couple hours that one day but I am an entire mess lmao.

Quite licherally spinning him around on a rotisserie in my brain and I cannot control it.

AUGH and when you let me know and you Byakuya have noticed my fondness for him I am lowkey bashful when I’m with you guys going around campus. Cus I feel like y’all are always looking and me and wondering if I am looking to see Ichigo (which I might be sometimes, but y’all don’t have to know!!).

Now I am just casually hanging around the school even though I haven’t started attending yet. But! With you and Byakkun’s help I have started the process of applying. Because it’s a little late, I’m unsure if I’ll make it in but my fingers are crossed! Would be cool to graduate the same year as (what is hopefully) my college sweetheart like the bestie and her Byakkun 🫶🏾.

Ichigo also thinks about our first time meeting from time to time, though nowhere near as much as me since he actually has stuff to focus on with his internship and prepping for his first grad year starting soon.

Specifically he thinks about how I was almost about to cry when he found me. Like you said, he’s polite! So he didn’t say anything then. He was glad he was able to get along well with me and help out to make those watery eyes go away. Sometimes tho he finds himself wondering if he’ll see me around on campus again by chance. He hopes if he does that I’m not so upset.

He doesn’t like to see anyone sad, but he felt something a little different when he thought about me specifically. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because I was your friend? And you were sort of an extension of his mentor Byakuya to him?

One time he’s working with Byakuya on something. And it’s on something a little more to do with your expertise. As you’re drafting up a little paper to help Byakuya you realize because of my Psych degree I might be able to help with a part you’re a little unsure about. We were hanging out at your house at the time having a little sleepover, so I was also able to write some notes of my own on the sheet.

Byakuya brought it with for the project. Ichi knows Byakuya’s handwriting, so he figures he didn’t write this reference page they were both looking at from time to time. He asks who did, to be told that the purple ink is in your handwriting, and that the pink ink is mine.

Byakkun goes back to working but Ichigo is looking at the paper for a moment, blinking to himself. When Byakkun steps away, Ichi is lightly stroking places where my handwriting is. He thought my writing was pretty…

Lmao also thinking about if something goes wrong with Ichi’s car, so you end up volunteering me as his ride and i wanna KILL U CUS HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME!! IM NOT MENTALLY PREPARED FOR THIS PLS ����. At first it’s a lot of the three of us (me, you, n Ichi in the back). But then you start making moves. Insisting Ichi sits in the front with me (“Oh I just need to go through my bag and it might get messy!”). And then eventually you just yeet all together and start getting rides with Byakuya, leaving me ALONE. And you’re smirking about it but I am a WRECK cus I’m so silly about him HELP. This point is when he and I exchange numbers since we no longer have you as a middle person.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Your matchmaking is VICIOUS but i know it’s out of love lmao <333333.