#i fucking hate him. i love it when something gets stirred up bc that means i can watch everyone else hate his ass too amen 🙏

[risingsunresistance]

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS HAVING FUN PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH MY FRIENDS FKJHDG

[revelboo]

maybe it's just bc i ordered mine insanely late into the year, but i didn't experience any joint fragility on my gold blokee prowl. especially when i fucked up his arm and had to use my teeth to pry the joint loose. good GOD.

he was my test subject tbh (please ignore alpha trion dead on the ground. he's just sleeping)

I assembled Starscream and decided the rest were staying in the box, those joints are awful

Stand Too Close Pt 13

Prowl x Reader

• You’re curled up on your side when he finally gives up and returns to face your anger. Walking over, he lays his palms against the surface and leans to study your face. Spark aching at how peaceful you look. Are you really asleep or pretending so he’ll leave you alone? Venting, he scoops up you and your blankets and your head comes up, hair mussed and alarmed until you realize it’s him and then you just scowl. “Put me back. I was fine,” you demand, smacking a little palm against his hand as he ignores your anger and carries you to his berth. Cupping you against his chassis as he lays back, he also ignores when you kick his servos. “Prowl, I mean it.”

• He’s ignoring you as he lays back, servos keeping you pinned in place. Pretending he doesn’t notice your anger or just not caring. “You were cold,” he says. “You’re always cold.” Face heating as he lays his head back, optics shuttering. Because he’s not talking about temperature. Jaw clenched, you glare at his face. How dare he? Of course he’s going to pull this now. It’s your own fault for letting your guard down around him, for starting to almost like the guy. Forgetting what a jerk he is.

• “I’m cold. Look who’s talking.” Squinting down at your angry tone, he vents at you, warm air stirring your hair. “I’m not the one hiding who I am. Scared that if I get angry people won’t like me anymore.” Knows you’re trying to hurt him because you’re angry and he’s there. An easy target. But your words still cut him to the spark.

• “Is that what you think I’m doing?” He murmurs as you glare. A servo slides up your spine to rest against the back of your neck. “I enjoy this between us. The fragging. But I want more than that and if everything else is something I have to earn, then fine.” Like he deserves anything more from you. Those icy optics flick down to you, warming some as he smiles that stupid, crooked smile that makes him seem approachable. Handsome.

• Watches you twist against him, curling up on his chassis with your back to him. Denying him those angry eyes he loves. And he tells himself that it’s fine. That he doesn’t need more. That for now, this is enough. Maybe you’ll start thawing and smile for him again, joke with him, but it’s always going to be there between you isn’t it? That he took you from your life, took all of your choices away. And that he understands, because the war did the same to him. All of his hopes and dreams just gone as soon as he’d been dragged into the conflict, choosing a side. You’ll smile again, even if deep down you still resent him. Hate him. Optics shuttering, he realizes there’s only one way forward. To do what’s best for you even if it’s not what he wants.

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[whore-era]

delinquent!ellie williams headcanons 18+

has the MEANEST MUG FACE at everyone but her close loved ones, especially you. she shows you the softest side to her bc you naturally just draw it out. ellie will literally have the grouchiest face, but once she sees you, it will be all soft heart eyes around you and you only! everyone else though? fuck them. they will get a bitch face and a middle finger thrown their way!

is guilty for always manspreading, but it's okay because it kinda stirs something inside you anyways. you guys will literally be anywhere, and she'll sit with her legs spread with her hands behind her head and you'd find yourself walking over and plopping yourself on her lap.

is extremely territorial and possessive of her girl, but not in a way where she's controlling you by any means. ellie is aware of how gorgeous and sexy her girl is, and while she has no problem with others looking, she draws the line at people approaching you. you would be at a party, talking with your friends, occasionally looking across the room at her. while giving each other loving glances, some guy approaches probably saying "hey girl, you lookin' finnneeee as hell tonight, you wanna get outta here?" and she'll already be behind him, fists balled up and hissing, "get the fuck away from my girlfriend."

would absolutely beat someone's ass for you. if someone is disrespectful to you or looks at you the wrong way or god forbid, lay their hands on you, it's automatically on sight for her. "but you should'a seen the other guy, babe. he's got it worse," she'll say, as you're sat on the sink with her in between your legs, tending to her small cuts and bruises. "what'd i tell you, els? you can't keep getting into these stupid fights because one guy says something dumb about me." "yea, baby, i know. i just hate when people say shit about you," she coos, "you're absolutely fucking amazing, and everyone should know that by now." you both end up kissing in the bathroom and it always ends up with you being bent over the sink taking her strap-

you would CONSTANTLY be on her ass about everything. since she does have a short temper, you always find yourself having to check her and and lecture her a bit, and she lowkey kinda loves it? ellie thinks you're hot as hell taking a little bit of control and telling her what to do, and every time you do have to lecture her, she'll look at you with desire in her eyes and respond with "yes, ma'am", "alright, baby, whatever you say", "mhm yes, baby m'listening" even though she quite literally is hyper-focused on how sexy as fuck you look lecturing her rn.

always putting her hands on you! whether it's rubbing your ass when she's cuddling you, holding your hand when you're out and about, or putting her hands on your hips and waist when she wants to be close to you. 

showing how she feels about you in actions rather than words. ellie has a tough time expressing how she feels for you directly in words, and sometimes her message that she’s trying to send doesn’t always sound…right. so she’ll do little acts of services for you like picking up lunch for you on days when you’re extremely swamped with work and assignments, organizing your books and backpack when you fall asleep on your desk from studying, picking up your favorite snacks when you need a lil cheering up, and helping you take off your clothes when you’re extra exhausted from the day. 

always assuring you’re safe. ellie will always make sure you never have to travel alone and tries to walk you to and from class, but if she’s busy she’ll bug dina to do it. she’ll always ask where you are and who you’re with just to make sure you’re safe and alright, periodically checking in with you with texts (even tho it can be a lil bit annoying but u never say anything bc u know she’s just worried). baby u ok taking the bus alone? yes els i’m fine babe. u sure? i can come get u rn. no my love u don’t need to do that. swear. yk what babe let me ask dina if she can- ellieeee….

a/n this one was rly short my apologies ;P

[nanawritesit]

Class 1A as Baristas at a Coffee Shop

TW: this is aged up bc there’s references to alcohol and 🍃, so if you’re a child of god then read no further 💀 also mineta isn’t included because i hate him, and you should too 😊

A/N: i’m a barista so i’m qualified to make these claims. also i know i haven’t written any of my actual requests. i’m depressed and my life is chaotic. besides this is just for fun and didn’t really take much effort so leave me alone 😤

midoriya:

literally the best barista boy on the planet

his customer service skills are GOD-TIER

even when a customer is being rude to him, he’s just such a lil cinnamon roll back to them and kills them with his kindness

has amazing relationships with all the regulars, completely memorizes all their names and orders

legit has full conversations with them

“hey carl, how’s the wife doin’?”

“welcome back emily, did you get into that university you told me about?”

“good afternoon joyce, how’d your husband’s gallbladder surgery go?”

comes up with really creative drinks to use for the monthly specials

is secretly all of the managers favorites because he just works so hard (even bakugou’s)

whips through all the cleaning so fast at the end of the day

todoroki: “okay so we need to wash the utensils, mop the floors, and clean the espresso machine…”

midoriya: “oh, i already did all that todoroki!” 😊

loves coffee but is very sensitive to the caffeine so the managers have to make sure he doesn’t have more than two shots a day 💀

bakugou:

one of the managers

honestly the least likely person you’d expect to be a barista

can only work morning shift bc he goes to sleep at 8:30 (nerd)

his customer service SUCKS but he’s literally so good at his job they can’t really fire him

he just hardly ever runs the cash register and assigns it to one of the more sunshine-y baristas (usually deku or uraraka)

not usually trusted with training new recruits bc he’s such a bully

if a customer is being rude to one of the baristas he won’t hesitate to clap back, because HE’S the only one allowed to bully his employees 😤

uraraka will just step away from the cash register and go “bakugou i need your help with something” and he whips around with the most deadly grimace

bakugou: “is there a problem, sir?”

customer: “n-no problem here, the coffee tastes great” 😄

god forbid one of them gets snappy on one of the rare occasions he works the register

customer: “i demand to see your manager!”

bakugou: “you’re lookin’ at him, dumbass”

damn near explodes when some white girl comes through wanting a mocha caramel latte-cino made with skim milk and no whipped cream in a medium cup with the same amount of coffee as a small so she can stir in her own nutmeg

doesn’t give a single fuck about regulations if he thinks they’re unnecessary

iida: “bakugou, the health department says these bagels have to be thrown away after six days!”

locks the doors ten minutes before closing time and won’t let anyone else in

bakugou: “i don’t give a damn what the health department says, i’m not throwing away six perfectly good bagels!”

punched the espresso machine one time when it wasn’t working and it fucking exploded 💀

iida made him walk across town to buy a new one

todoroki:

another one of the managers

is tasked with training the majority of the new recruits since bakugou cant

the most level-headed chill person to have around during a rush, he never loses his head

can instantly correct someone’s order if they mistakenly got a hot or iced coffee

customer: “excuse me, i ordered this coffee iced.”

todoroki: “oh i’m so sorry, lemme just-“ *touches the cup with his right hand and it fills with ice* “there ya go”

OR

customer: “i don’t mean to be a bother, but i wanted a hot coffee and this is iced.”

todoroki: “yeah gimmie a sec-“ *heats up the cup with his left hand and melts the ice* “should be good now”

likes macchiatos because the separated milk and coffee reminds him of his hair 🥺

pisses off the rude customers with his indifference

customer: “i’ll just take my business elsewhere!”

todoroki: “okay well, it’s your money so you can do what you want with it”

gets flirted with all the time but is too oblivious to notice

kaminari: “dude that girl TOTALLY just gave you her number”

todoroki: “nah she probably just wrote it down in case we needed a survey” *throws it away*

kaminari wants to go off on him but he racks in a lot of money in tips for all of them to split so he keeps quiet

iida:

general manager from hell

runs the shop like it’s the fucking army

really nice if you follow all the regulations tho 😀

he’s the best person to have around during a rush because he just kicks his engines into maximum overdrive and speeds through all the orders

also does deliveries on the side because he’s a fast boi

tried to implement a demerit system, but bakugou took one look at the poster and tore it off the wall 💀

everyone prays to god that they get scheduled with momo instead of him

constantly taps the other workers on the shoulder to hand them a wash cloth and a spray bottle and goes “if you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean”

everyone acts like they hate him, but when he gave a really touching speech at the christmas party everyone started crying

also organized the secret santa

ends up apologizing to customers for bakugou’s terrible customer service and hands them like a thousand coupons

uraraka:

customer service skills only come second to midoriya’s

she’s a DELIGHT to talk to

even at 7 am when you’re sleep deprived and caffeine deficient, the sight of her smiling face behind the counter will cheer you up :)

during a rush she forgets not to grab the receipts with all five fingers, so they’ll just start floating everywhere

bakugou: “hey round face, all my orders are on the ceiling!”

uraraka: “oh shoot, sorry!” *puts hands together* “release!”

draws cute little pictures on all the chalkboards 🥰

somehow knows exactly what a customer would like when they ask her to recommended something? people start wondering if that’s her real superpower

ironically doesn’t like the taste of coffee… her favorite drink is a hot chocolate with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles

tsuyu:

only got the job to be closer to her best friend uraraka but ends up really enjoying it

gets nervous talking to customers so she mostly just sticks to making the drinks

has to be reminded not to grab things with her tongue because it’s against the health code 💀

when a customer is rude to her the ENTIRE team gets pissed at them, because she’s an angel and must be protected 😤

hates when people watch her make their drinks (she gets anxious 🥺)

pretty much the baby of the shop, whenever she accidentally burns herself steaming milk everyone rushes over like “OH MY GOD TSU ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”

kirishima:

one of the only two baristas trained by bakugou, so he ends up being really good at making coffee

is able to memorize large orders really quickly

“alright i’ve got a skinny macchiato no whip, iced dirty chai with oat milk and an added shot, two americanos extra hot, and a vanilla frappe?”

is the designated carrier of the cold brew kegs

AND the delivery boxes

AND the milk jugs

pretty much anything that’s heavy, he happily carries it

eventually becomes a team trainer, which suits him perfectly because he’s always boosting the team’s morale

bakugou giving the morning debrief: “alright guys, today’s gonna be super busy, and it’s gonna suck.”

kirishima: “SO LETS GET OUT THERE AND DO OUR BEST! I KNOW WE CAN DO IT!” 😆

kaminari:

the OTHER only employee that was trained by bakugou

tries so hard to flirt with customers but fails miserably

is really good at making coffee but he makes a decent amount of mistakes, like using the wrong milk or making drinks hot instead of iced (good thing we have todoroki!)

also wanted to become a team trainer but couldn’t pass the servsafe exam 😀

hooked himself up the espresso machine after bakugou broke it so they could use it until he came back with a new one 💀

does stupid shit with kirishima whenever the shop is dead

bakugou walked in on them making a castle out of cups and knocked it over, then screamed at them to get back to work

conveniently goes to the bathroom every time a huge group of people walks in

sneaks his phone in the bathroom with him

is also a chronic stoner and can’t get through a shift without hitting his pen

he accidentally left it in his apron one night and the next day iida gave everyone a talk about paraphernalia in the workplace

and everyone just had to act like they didn’t know it was kaminari’s 🤡

sero:

only has this job to pay for weed

is basically a glorified janitor because he’s not good at making coffee at ALL

he tries tho 😗

has the worst memory ever

customer: “can i get a small hot vanilla cappuccino?”

sero: “yeah so a large iced mocha frappe?”

customer: “no… a small hot vanilla cappuccino…”

sero: “yeah, that’s totally what i said.” 😀

also can’t remember how to make drinks to save his life

sero: “i’m sorry but what the hell is the difference between an iced coffee and an iced latte?”

bakugou: “OH MY GOD IVE TOLD YOU LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES”

goes to take out the trash with kaminari and they don’t come back for like twenty minutes

and when they do they’re coughing up a storm and reeking of weed 💀 like they don’t even try to hide it

would have gotten fired months ago if they weren’t so short staffed

mina:

is also a team trainer because she’s good with people

tries to get everyone to hang out outside of work, and she usually succeeds

made everyone go to karaoke and get drunk together

iida was QUITE the life of the party after a few drinks, and she evilly videotaped it all

makes memes about the managers and sends them to the barista group chat

spontaneously starts dancing while working, even when there’s customers

drinks like eight shots of espresso a day

is also the shop’s social media manager

constantly takes pictures of everyone and posts them on the shop’s instagram

jirou:

manages the shop playlist

kaminari tried to get her to put a bunch of inappropriate rap songs on it but she didn’t want iida to get mad

sings to herself throughout the entire shift, everyone thinks it’s really cute

except bakugou, he isn’t afraid to tell her to shut up

only drinks black coffee, she doesn’t like milk or sugar

always spices up her uniform with cool accessories and jewelry

she’s not going to sacrifice her individuality for a corporate position 😌 (even if iida constantly lectures her… momo didn’t want to hear it anymore so she started scheduling jirou with her)

momo:

assistant general manager

everyone loves her, she’s an amazing boss

always releases the schedule two weeks ahead of time

is everyone’s barista crush

literally, a new man asks her out every day

is in charge of keeping inventory and ordering ingredients, she’s good at math so everything is always well stocked

is super nice to all the new employees she trains

is a tea enthusiast

sources a bunch of fancy tea and recommends it to the customers

she’s actually garnered a few coffee converts, no one is really able to say no to her pretty face 🥰

never gets made at anyone for requesting time off, in fact she’ll excitedly ask them ab their plans

also never guilts anyone for being sick and not coming into work

pretty much everyone’s mom, if anyone comes in looking upset she’s immediately like “okay what’s wrong, tell me right now”

hagakure:

sneaks up on people all the time

like someone will go up the counter to get their coffee and just see a floating apron

customer: “um, i ordered a latte and-“

hagakure: “yeah, it’s right here!” 😄

customer: “OH MY GOD-“

LOVES to gossip with mina

always has way too much energy early in the morning

*todoroki barely being able to keep his eyes open as he unlocks the door*

hagakure: “AYO SHOTO ARE YOU READY TO OPEN THIS COFFEE SHOP?!?!”

aoyama:

refuses to wear a hair net

DEVOURS croissants

wants to put cheese on the menu, and doesn’t care at all that it’s a coffee shop

buys fresh flowers to put on all the tables 🥰

one day the open sign burnt out so bakugou made him shine his navel laser though it 💀

goes on his phone during his shift ALL the time, and never listens to iida when he yells at him to put it away

tokoyami:

everyone likes being scheduled with him because he’s basically two baristas

“hey dark shadow, can you make this order for me while i stock the bakery case?”

wants to be emo like jirou and only drink black coffee, but can’t stand the taste

“yeah jirou, we’re the only strong ones in the shop!” *dumps three creams and five sugars in his coffee when no one’s looking*

made everyone wear costumes for halloween and handed out candy to customers

purposefully messes up rude customers’ orders 💀

like if they ask for almond milk he’ll put in whole milk so they shit themselves

or if they want it skinny he’ll use the regular syrups so they get sugar overload

doesn’t know how to answer the phone

customer: “is this my hero coffee academia?”

tokoyami: “no, this is fumikage.” *hangs up*

almost has a meltdown everytime he spills something, has to lock himself in the freezer to calm down before walking back out like nothing happened

only works night shift for obvious reasons

shouji:

multitasking king

all his arms allow him to do different things at once

him and iida are the speed demons of the shop, so when the two of them work together everything gets done in like two seconds

iida will be running around making all the orders while shouji is cleaning everything all at once

is pretty much everyone’s therapist, he’s just so easy to vent to

gives the best advice

is so huge and intimidating that there’s hardly ever any rude customers during his shift

koda:

gets so upset every time a bug is killed in the kitchen

koda: “NO PLEASE HE HAS A FAMILY”

momo: “koda i understand this is hard for you, but we cannot have a spider roaming freely around the food”

squeals whenever a customer leaves their dog outside

he’ll be standing at the window with his hands pressed up against the glass and tears in his eyes

todoroki: *sigh* “you can go pet the dog if you want-“

koda: “THANK YOU” *sprints out the door*

starts buying dog treats to give to the owners, he even offers to put them in a little cup of whipped cream 🥺

gets sato to make some vegan baked goods :)

ojiro:

cant spell customers’ names right to save his life

ojiro: “alright, can i get a name for this?”

customer: “yeah, it’s brian with a y!”

ojiro: “got it!” *writes yrian*

or he just writes the wrong name altogether

sharon is now shannnon

tyler is now tyson

jack is now jake

let’s kaminari fluff his tail when he gets overstimulated during a rush 🥺

is constantly apologizing to everyone for accidentally bumping into them with it

sato:

the faithful head baker

comes in at 4 am everyday to prep the baked goods

always asks everyone if they have any special requests <3

customers are constantly complimenting the stuff he makes and asking who made them

the baristas just smile and they’ll them that their baker sato made them, and if he’s still there, they’ll drag him out to accept the compliments 🥰

isn’t very good at asking for help, but hagakure and aoyama are always around to frost donuts or decorate cupcakes when he’s running behind :)

(BONUS) aizawa:

the area coach that stops by every so often to make sure everything is running up to standard

everyone is really scared of him but he honestly doesn’t give a single fuck so long as they’re not serving trash

only comes by during the night shift because he refuses to wake up early

and of course that’s when they least expect him

iida and momo are just nervously leading him around the shop while kirishima and kaminari are sprinting to the kitchen to throw away all the expired food 💀

tells them they’ll get shut down if they don’t get enough customer surveys, which makes everyone panic and hand them out with every order

they still didn’t have enough so sero and mina were in the back filling them out the day they were due 🤡

turns out they were never going to get shut down, he just lied to them so they’d push surveys 🙃

[farewllyouth]

okay well it only took me all morning but here's a whopping 25 sentences for the wip challenge poll I ran the other day. @mothmanwashere look what you made me do.

royjamie get together fic, but it's only the angsty middle bit lol. of course if u want to see the beginning or the happy ending u can comment or swing by my inbox to encourage me to keep going bc lord knows I need it. approximately 500 words.

under a readmore bc my lit major ass loves run on sentences

you stirred something in me (i admit defeat)

"You still alive over there granddad?"

Roy grunts, all he can manage at the moment, still trying to catch his breath. Damn Jamie and his youthful endurance and his still-functioning body and his fucking face that Roy knows is all done up with that smug fucking smile.

When Roy manages to work up the nerve to look over at him, Jamie's smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

He looks fucking… concerned or some shit. Not like he actually thinks Roy's old man heart has stopped in his fucking chest or whatever, but it's familiar and he can't quite place it. It makes Roy feel something between anger and discomfort that he can't put a name to, and he's about to open his mouth to say something defensive and maybe a little bit mean, but Jamie speaks up first.

"Mind if I borrow your shower?"

Saved from embarrassing himself further, he points to the en suite. Jamie rolls over to plant his feet on the floor and stand all in one fluid motion. Roy can't help but envy him as an ache starts to settle in his own knee.

Roy hears the water running, and this is the part where he usually starts to fall asleep but he's wide awake, his knee protesting and his mind racing and Jamie's face burned into his memory.

Because there is a memory there, rising to the surface of Roy's hazy brain.

Back when he first came back to Richmond, Jamie had been the only person who hadn't seemed excited to have him back, that same nervous look on his face. And Roy hadn't expected things to change from the way they were before, when he and Jamie hated each other, but maybe Jamie didn't really hate him anymore – maybe he never had, but Roy couldn't let himself look too close at that yet – because he wasn't picking fights, at least not until Roy had forced his hand, and even then he'd only wanted Roy to make him better.

Roy generally isn't good at reading people, but he knows now that Jamie had been expecting something. Braced for disappointment.

Jamie had told him as much, later, after they got into that truly childish fucking fight over Keeley and gone out for kebabs. Roy had been feeling mean and made Jamie watch him eat without letting him order anything. And then Jamie had opened up and told him something really fucking sad, because apparently they did shit like that now.

Thought you were just waiting for a reason to get rid of me, he'd said. Cause Roy was such a fucking arsehole that Jamie had fucking resigned himself to getting booted from the team at Roy's say-so, even though he was trying so fucking hard to be a better teammate and a better man, because he believed they would've chosen Roy over him.

And there's that fucking face again, making his stomach churn both in the memory and in the present.

"Fuuuuck," Roy groans, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Right," Jamie says, suddenly standing next to the bed, half-dressed, hair still dripping, "well, I should probably be off then, yeah?"

[serene-sun]

is there any chance we could possibly get a continuation of that transmasc Rain X Swiss ficlet, "Candy"?? i absolutely loved it, I'm so curious what may have happened next, hahah

𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 pt. 2 ˖⁺｡˚⋆

TransMasc Rain x Swiss

Warning: 18+ NO SMUT , insecurity, love? Lots of ghoul feelings

Summary: rain is a bit awkward, and Swiss is completely afraid of words.

A/n: this is just straight up lore, you can send in another ask bc they are definitely fucking. I actually wrote candy for a friend to tease her bc it was based off of an encounter of me and my guy friend she’s hardcore in love with (except the pussy eating part). But I focused this more on rulti!! Let me know what you think!

It had to of been weeks since their last encounter, exchanging looks and lingering touches.

Rains friend had told him to ask him nicely and Swiss would probably be more than happy to apply.

The worst part was exactly that, Swiss was free game and he was open and ready for everyone to fuck. Rain knew that he could get fucked and have anything he wanted from the ghoul if he simply just asked, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready.

Rains not a virgin, don’t get him wrong, he’s had plenty of “experiences”. But Swiss was….something else. It’s no secret that he was rather large, possibly even larger than aether. Rain wasn’t scared or afraid of Swiss, he was only anxious. He wanted, no he needed, the multi ghoul.

Rain had slight problems with his body, not the obvious things, but rather specific attributes that made him worry for himself. Rain had a little bit of a streak with people saying, “wow you’re tight rainy.” This and, “aww poor baby you can’t even take two fingers? Do you need to take a break?” That. Rain was a bit embarrassed, he loved being babied but it was the lack of confidence that got to him quicker than the compliments.

Rain was…very tight. He couldn’t take two of his own fingers, one was hard enough. He would clench down and his body try and rid of the flesh. Even when needy on the tour bus, he would use his shower time carefully fucking himself with the handle of his hair brush. Even it was too much, the only thing that wasn’t too hard to take was the small smooth handle of a rubber stirring spoon he had found in a drawer.

It wasn’t just being tighter than leather, but he also had a strange orgasm routine. He was so embarrassed when the ghoulettes had their way with him, they were a bit shocked to see that he lasted only a few minutes from penetration before making a big slippery mess all over their finger. He was a water ghoul, of course he would squirt. But why did it have to be every time? He got used to it, but he hated that he couldn’t not cum without making a big mess. I mean his bed sheets already had water stains for natural purposes, so nobody suspected anything nasty.

Rain could go many rounds, he loved being fucked to oblivion, he couldn’t ever get enough of his vocals streaming out from his lips like a water fall. He loves the way his light blue dusty skin would turn a shade of purple, how he shivered at the sensation. He loved not being able to think, not being able to form words. He wanted nothing more than to be filled so much that he can feel it in his throat. Rain wanted every hole filled and pounded, he wanted his mouth to hurt for the next few days, rain needed to trip when he would stand up for the next week.

But that brought rain to another problem, anal. He had wanted it so bad, he needed to be touched there. He tried prepping and stretching himself, wearing plugs and stuff. But he didn’t want to embarrass himself, nor did he want to come off as gross or anything. Rain wasn’t worried about hygiene necessarily, but rather if his attributes would also comply with his back end.

Rain had only been summoned a couple of months ago, with the rest of the prequel ghouls. But dewdrop and ifrit were the only ones that really brought him into the sex world. Lord have mercy rain would take and give dewdrop anything he asked for. He liked having control, but he also liked being put in his place. He liked it when dewdrop was a brat, but he also loved acting up just for the reaction. Oh did that change when the girls started toying with him, rain fell in love with acting up and failing miserably that it became apart of his “act”.

So why doesn’t he just ask him to give him what he wants?

Swiss is cool, hot, sexy, casual, crazy, insane, hot, sexy, sweet, kind, happy trail, hot, sexy, sexy, majestic, beautiful, cool, attractive, sexy, hot, and confident.

All of the things rain thought he lacked, all the things rain wishes he was. If only rain known that he was infact all of those things.

Little did rain know Swiss actually felt the same way. Swiss wasn’t all that, oh no no no, Swiss gives anybody what they want because he wants them to think that he’s cool. Is Swiss cool? Absolutely. Is Swiss hot and sexy? Absolutely. But Swiss had the same problem as rain, worry.

Swiss was confident, the amount of ladies and gentlemen that screamed his name in his bed echoed into the hallways so much that you can still hear it bouncing off walls, he was definitely confident. But Swiss wasn’t afraid of being embarrassed, he was scared of what others thought. Was he kinky enough? Does he walk weird? Does his voice sound funny? Are his horns crooked? Others would call it insecurity, but who knows any of that anyways? Swiss thought that if he faltered in his steps that someone would catch on, start saying things to others, and others would say things to more others.

It was one of those things that stick with ghouls, that deep dark dead heart that still lingers inside. Although they are over 100 years old, sometimes 1,000s like dewdrop and aether, every ghoul still had a soul. And those souls carry ghosts, and those ghosts never stop feeding on the heart rather it be dead or alive. The ghosts are feelings, from the tragic and devastating life’s they had once lived. All ghouls had lived, that’s how they became hell beings anyways. All of that anger and hatred channels and turns into a living life force. Their hearts might be cold and empty, but it creates a flame that never stops growing.

Therefor, those ghostly feelings are maggot that feed on the brain and soul. Some ghouls get over it, forget about it and move on. While others loose control and lust over revenge. Although Swiss wasn’t like that, you can’t easily forget the so called sacred beings that had tortured and banished him into the flame of life and death.

That’s why every ghoul had an insecurity, rain was scared of rejection, Swiss was scared of his own rejection.

Swiss knew he could please anyone, but was it good enough? Did rain really want him? He had said it himself that he wasn’t sure if he was fully into him.

Would this be love? Or would this be a test of worthiness? Either way, Swiss and rain are scared of each other, but nevertheless in love.

I mean, if you have ghosts, you have everything…right?

[golbrocklovely]

Tbh on this whole Sam and Katelyn situation, i have no real opinion, cause obviously some bigger things must have happened behind the scenes, cause i doubt that Sam reacted this way just like this. I mean he wasn’t acting this way with Katrina and Colby didn’t unfollow her either. It’s a shame it was taken to social media and that Sam at least didn’t add to his message smth like “we are broken up, but please do not hate” yk, but tbh guilty is on both side. Katelyn was the one who kinda stirred into the pot which was a dumb move from her, because if she knows that Snc have bigger fandom made mostly of young girls who are basically in love with them, she should be more protective of herself and if she wanted to be petty, she could do it privately. Sam response was meh.. could be smth more mature for sure, but i could bet that something just happened behind the scenes, because even Colby unfollowed her, which is like weird to me, considering once again that Colby still follows Katrina who made a a song about Sam after their breakup (which is so good btw)

I am no hater of Katelyn or any of the girls around boys (i am here for ghosts and demons, not delusion) and didn’t send her any, don’t worry. I just say that i think people should stop taking any sides and be angry at people when they do not know the full story. Something must have happened bts that made both snc angry and it’s not our business to know, so i think it’s better to just move on and focus on the upcoming videos (especially am excited for the one with triplets )

i mean, i agree with you that there's definitely more that happened bts that we don't know about. every relationship is more than what it appears to be. only katelyn and sam know the real story on what happened.

the thing is, it's hard to compare relationships bc kat and sam one, ended on good terms (all things considered) and two, were together for almost a decade. so bc of that, there is a level of respect there, a level of friendship that was there, that katelyn and sam didn't quite have. and colby clearly unfollowed katelyn bc of her posting the pic, since it was so out of left field given that her and sam had been broken up for a couple weeks (by my guess).

like i mentioned in my other asks on this, what katelyn did was dumb. while i found it funny in the moment, i never thought it was the smartest thing for her to do. it was petty and childish and odd. i've never denied that once. that being said, she was always gonna be the loser in this scenario. not only did she lose the guy, but on top of that has been hated since the minute she came into the fandom, well before she did things that ppl claim are the "real reason" they don't like her (whatever that case may be). not only that, she doesn't have any true supporters. she gained an audience of both lovers and haters bc of sam. and while sam had every right to post his comment, or to post that story explaining he was single, there does come a certain point where in my opinion, he took it too far.

once he liked a post claiming katelyn was not a good person, she doesn't deserve all he did for her, she took advantage of him, she's a bad influence (which let's be honest is fucking rich coming from snc lol) AFTER liking a post that was nicer to both of them a couple hours earlier… that's where i think he did more harm than good. bc his fans saw that shit and literally all agreed that this was him giving the green light to hate on her more than they had been. and again, katelyn was never gonna win. i mean for fuck's sake, she was getting hated on before she ever posted the photo. and she wasn't even dating him anymore. and sam was only getting hated on this past year because he was dating her.

was it dumb for her to post the pic? yeah. but it was also dumb for sam to like a post basically saying "yeah go ahead and hate her, she's the worst". he has MILLIONS of fans. the only fans she has are ppl who are fans of him. who do you think ppl sided with?

and that's not to say that she's a good person in all of this. she probably did things she shouldn't have in the relationship. and vice versa, if we're honest. but she couldn't have done anything that bad considering the fact that colby was still following her up until she posted this.

like i've mentioned before, pettiness comes out of hurt. and clearly both of them are hurting, so i do feel for them there. but if i'm honest, i just expected sam to remain quiet on this, like he does with literally everything else. the comment made sense, the story was fine, everything afterwards felt like jabs to knock her down a peg.

and sure, she's posted clips that have been filmed by him and unarchived shit that was about him. big whoop. she still lost. i'm not on either of their sides, but i feel for katelyn a little more than sam.

[fangsup-cobrastyle]

Text version for anyone who needs it:

i still don’t feel like this is real… people your age, your peers, the ones you shared so much time and experience with aren’t supposed to just suddenly leave your life forever…but i suppose permanence isn’t really a concept humans are meant to understand.

i’ve spent the past few days thinking about Bob a lot and the person i knew him to be. These are some of the things that stuck out:

BC Bryar was a lot of things. An enigma of sorts because he often inhabited both ends of any spectrum at the same time. He was my friend and my bandmate, but he was also like a stranger to me for most of my life. We lived together for a while, on and off the road… but after the band we would go months on end without any type of contact, until i texted him a “happy birthday!” or out of nowhere he would hit me asking how old the kids were these days or check in on how my dad was feeling. Sometimes we’d trade a meme or photos of lego builds we had done, but then someone would leave the other on read and an indeterminate radio silence would follow. In the meantime i’d hear rumblings of what he might be up to or some shit he’d stirred up online, but that wasn’t ever the person i was acquainted with. 

Bob was incredibly talented and he knew it, confident enough in his abilities to convince us that he was the right drummer for our band without us actually ever hearing him play drums. However, over the years i found him to be incredibly self conscious and introverted whenever he felt placed outside of his comfort zone. Bob was eccentric as fuck and funny as hell. He could be mean and troll you so hard that it would cut you in half, but if you ever really needed something he would be the first one there to give you whatever he had if it would help you out in some way or put a smile on your face. Although thumbing his nose and pissing people off was always a favorite pastime and something he didn’t ever grow out of…(i guess if you find you do something well, you tend to stick to it.)

Bob often got fixated on things to a point of obsession and he liked to make things difficult. In a strange way i think he found some comfort in it. His drumming was clean, always precise and unique, but i remember while on tour for the black parade he got bored, and so as a game he decided to position all of his drums flat so that there were no angles pointing toward him. In turn making it more uncomfortable to play and ultimately injuring his wrists. As far as i know he refused to ever go back to a more comfortable position… but this was also around the time Bob refused to wear any kind of footwear other than walmart slippers because he preferred comfort over any kind of style.

BC Bryar was at times the one i related to the most in the band because his humor was dark as fuck just like mine and we could laugh over our collective negativity without ever worrying we might offend one another. We even had this plan to get semi matching tattoos that would say:

Bob/Frank Hates _________. and then we could fill them in with something different in marker each day when we undoubtedly found a new thing that got on our nerves. There were also times when i think Bob disliked me immensely, and wished he could kick me out of the band. Maybe some days he would have written my name in sharpie on the blank space of that tattoo.

Bob really didn’t like the company of people all that much, but he loved animals. i’m quite convinced he would have been happy to watch the world burn if he could be promised not a single dog or cat would be harmed in the process. At one point while we were working and living out in LA Bob and a few friends got scammed by a dog trainer and one of his dogs was killed in the process. It was a real shady story and Bob was devastated. It really wrecked him emotionally and i don’t think he was ever the same again. Things really went south with him and the band following that incident, he just couldn’t keep it together anymore, his sadness, anger and distrust were too much to handle and took over all aspects. I remember telling him, please just come to me with stuff first. You can talk to me about whatever shit is bothering you without a filter and together we can come up with a way to either fix the situation or figure out a plan on how to discuss this with everyone else… But ultimately it was a bandaid that didn’t hold, the damage was done and Bob was too far gone. Eventually I was the one that had to tell him he was out of the band. He isolated himself by design pretty soon after that. I tried to see him a few times over the years, but he politely made it impossible. I don’t think i ever got to tell him i was sorry, i don’t know if it would have mattered… but i do wish like hell I finished the text conversation we had back in September.

I hope you found some peace, BC.

I’m glad the universe let me know you for a while. xofrnk

frankieromustdie: Rest in Peace BC, 🖤 xofrnk

[Dec 3, 2024]

[hoeforalbedo]

heyy! saw ur post ab scara and i just. my brain is full of him so here:

Scaramouche who would be hella annoying when he wants attention like he’s a fucking cat, knocking shit over on ur desk and being obnoxious bc he likes to see you frustrated (sfw)

Scaramouche who makes you thigh ride him while he works because he likes to see you whimper (nsfw/suggestive)

idk how helpful these r but yeah!

Scaramouche x afab!reader

Summary: Scara is a terrible boss. You hate him but you love him. Modern AU

warnings:mentions of female genitals, sex, making out, cursing, thigh-riding, Scara being a bitch, idk tell me if I missed anything

SFW

Scaramouche is the worst boss you've ever had. Well it is your first time being a secretary for a very large company and of course you plan to be on your best behavior and be a great role model for everyone.

Someone, however, stirs you from going down that path. How can a CEO be so obnoxious?? First, he makes you do most of his work for him. He would give you stacks of papers and expects you to finish it for him when he's the one who should be doing it. "Just stamp my authorization or something. I don't really care what you do with the ones you don't like. Stamp it or not." He would then go out for some coffee or wine, whatever floats his boat.

This man even has the audacity, when he's bored, to sit on your desk, look through the papers, and throw them at every corner of the room. "You're looking quite frustrated, makes me want to annoy you even more," He would smirk.

"I’ll make sure you don’t have that satisfaction then,” You smirk, trying to talk back. You really can't really push him away because he is your boss and he knows it. He enjoys the power over you and he would continue to tease you.

 "Oh please, I’m always good at my own game.” He slaps down a few more files and reaches over to mess up your hair. “I expect you to get this done asap. It's for the conference tomorrow. Better get working, busy bee." He would smirk while he leaves you, huffing and turning red from frustration. 

Even when you’re very busy, he’ll still give you things to do. “Hey busy bee, my office is getting dirty. Sweep and mop it for me.”

“I’m not the janitor,” You would say with an attitude and roll your eyes. He’s always like this.

“I’m still your boss so you can either make you stay overtime or you clean,” He says and he doesn’t really mean it. You, however, were scared because he can and will do that. Honestly, what he wanted was to have you in his office and just look at you. You however, have been playing his game for too long and you plan to bite back.

NSFW

Now you are sweeping up the floor with the broom he provided for you and you would occasionally bend over to sweep under shelves and desks. Your pencil skirt would go up a bit, exposing more of your thigh. Your skirt also perfectly enunciates your ass and Scara would be lying if he said he didn’t have a boner right now.

As for what you saw, you can’t help but think that Scara belongs behind that desk, wearing the most expensive of clothes. He looks very hot with the way he works, when he does decide to. He looks so serious and domineering when he orders and punishes his employees.

You bite your lip as the only place left to sweep is his area. “Excuse me,” You innocently say, your excuse being that you need to sweep under his desk. Scara moves his chair back and you bend over, right in front of him unintentionally seducing him yet you don’t really mind anyways. It’s time that the hating game ends. 

“If you wanted to fuck you could have just said so,” Scaramouche scoffs. His laid back on his office leather chair, tie loosened and a few of the buttons undone. 

You roll your eyes in annoyance and just when you were about to make a cock comeback, you thought of a much better idea. “Thanks for giving me the permission.” And so, you straddle him, to which he did not expect, and you can feel the bulge in his pants against your heat. “Allow me to indulge myself,” You smile and capture his lips in yours. 

Scara gradually eases himself and takes control, placing both hands on your hips as you cup his face. The kiss is sensual and passionate, letting go of all pent up hate and turning it to lust. Love and hate are very much one of the same things.

He slides your skirt up to your stomach and gropes your ass. You moan into his mouth. You're feeling hot with anticipation. He’s so close to where you want him to touch you. You’re soaked, waiting for him to fuck your hole. Scara loops the waist of your underwear on his finger and pulls it down. You aid him, standing up and allowing them to drop onto the floor.

Just when your panties are discarded, a ring from his work phone is heard. It’s an important phone call that he’s been anticipating. Before he picks up the phone, he says, “Oh we’re not done. Ride my thigh and get yourself off. If you are good, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Being the obeying secretary you are, your legs are between his thigh and your clit is directly on the fabric of his pants. You hiss at the sensation but you can’t help but want more. “You know what to do but keep quiet for me. It’s a very important call.”

And so, you are humping his thigh like a desperate whore, burying your face into his neck to keep quiet. As you do so, he’s talking professionally on call putting up the domineering aura as he gives orders.

It’s so hard to grind yourself down. The fabric of his pants only makes you more sensitive every time it brushes your swollen clit. It’s also not enough for you. Although it stimulates you, nothing compares to when you’re getting filled up with a finger circling your bud. 

You’re shaking but you’re also slowing down. Trying to chase a high that wont come. Scara isn’t helping much either. Now he is chatting up the person on the other side of the phone, purposely taking his time with the call. As he does so, a hand holds onto your hip, aiding you to get yourself off.

If only the call would just end. He is sadistic for enjoying watching you act desperate and grinding on his thigh while you hold back moans. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to leave the call just so that he could watch you get off on just humping him. Lucky for you, he really does want to fuck you and after a while, he got bored of the call and ended it.

“Since you’ve been very good, I’ll fuck you now.”

[wooahaes]

i need an angel’s hand

pairing: non-idol!seungcheol x fem!reader

prompt: n/a

word count: 0.8k

warnings: depression. abandonment issues. vague mention of reader being in therapy. talks of a future (weddings, kids) that its implied/stated reader has talked about wanting before. reader feels broken bc of her baggage. reader also outright stated to have had a rough life but details left vague on what that was. its a vent fic, really. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: written entirely on mobile in a google doc and then copied over. title from taemin’s “soldier” bc its on my depression playlist.

“talk to me. i’m right here, okay?”

the feeling of seungcheol’s arms around you made you muffle your already-silent crying (save for the sounds of broken breathing) with your hands. he’d been sleeping heavy, and the tears had come on too fast for you to climb out of bed and hide in the bathroom—usually hidden behind the sound of the shower running. you could excuse it as a late night shower most nights. yet you hadn’t noticed seungcheol stirring awake, the way he watched your shoulders jerk for a moment before immediately realizing what was going on. if you had, maybe you would have been more careful.

he ran his fingers down your arms. “honey?” he said quietly, the strain of sleep threaded into his voice. “please?”

truthfully, you wanted to be anywhere but your boyfriend’s apartment. you didn’t want to give him a reason to leave you.

“i’m here if you need to talk,” he said, forehead pressed against your back. “i mean it. i want to listen.”

you did, too, but talking was hard when most people grew bored. when people realized you carried a little (okay; a lot) more bullshit than the average person. everyone struggled with something, you were sure. but it felt like every hand you were dealt was laced with bad cards. occasionally luck was on your side (with your decent apartment; with getting a decent job; with seungcheol, too), but most days it felt like whoever was dealing the stupid fucking cards had a vendetta against you specifically. how were you supposed to seize the day or control your fate if it kept kicking your ass at every single turn?

“i saw a dog today in the park,” seungcheol said after a few minutes. he rubbed circles into your arms. “and a couple playing with their toddler during their picnic. i kept thinking… that would be us someday.” he pressed a kiss against your neck.

you snuggled slightly closer to him. seungcheol pulled you to his chest, chin resting on your shoulder as he leaned up just enough to hover slightly. just enough to ensure he was heard.

“we would have our intimate wedding in the winter, because you always wanted a winter wedding…” his fingers grazed your arms. “and a wedding dress with sleeves and lace…” he kissed your shoulder. “because you hate the way your bare arms look even though i think every part of you is beautiful.”

you shut your eyes, sighing out a quiet “cheol…”

“i want our rose pink kitchen. or sunshine yellow. you always get torn between colors, but we’ll figure it out,” he chuckled softly. “and to cook breakfast for you…”

“i’m okay.”

“you aren’t, but that’s okay. we’ll talk when you’re ready.” seungcheol kissed your cheek, lips lingering against your skin a little longer than you expected. “i want you to know i’m not going anywhere. i love you,” he gently squeezed you, “and that includes hard times like these. i choose to love you every day and i always will. i want to listen, but i know it’s hard.”

“you deserve—“

“you deserve someone who listens,” he said. “and i’ll listen. and so will doctor kim when you see him for your next appointment.”

you breathed in deep. “i’m just scared everyone will leave in the end—“

“anyone who chooses to leave you when you need them the most isn't someone who genuinely cares about you.” seungcheol sat up. “that includes me. if i ever leave you when you need me to stay, then you should leave me because you deserve better.”

you turned to face him with a frown “cheol, you don’t mean that—“

“i do.” he looked so serious, so grim. “we can’t always be there for everyone, but the people who truly love you won’t abandon you as soon as it gets rough.” he took your face into his hands. “and if they love you, they’ll be there when you need them the most unless they have a really good reason not to be.”

“it's not fair for me to ask people that.”

“you’d do it for them,” he countered. “you deserve that support, too.” he let go of you. “i can’t promise i’ll be there immediately every time you need me,” he took one of your hands, not meeting your eyes, “but i promise i’ll be here to catch you when you need me.”

you sniffled, and seungcheol did, too.

“ah—really…” he wiped at his eyes. “i’m not supposed to get emotional over this,” he lowered his voice, “not when i’m supposed to support you—“

you pulled him in tight instead, sobbing into his shirt. he held you tight, the feeling of hot wet tears dropping onto your skin giving away that he was crying, too.

“i love you,” he said again, his voice more strained this time. “and i’m going to fight for us, okay? let’s fight for us together.”

if it meant you could love and support seungcheol in exchange, you’d go to war.

[beautifulenemychild]

Okay here’s how I see it:

Angels (before everything): they are close. Besties even. Nothing very romantic but they can feel stirrings of something and both haven’t yet said anything but yes they both like and acknowledge it.

Eden (post Crowley/Crawley fall): Crawley starts catching proper feelings the second azi says ‘I gave it away!’ And Azi is attracted but not allowing himself to feel it bc of the whole angel/demon thing and they’re still messed up from the battle and witnessing the falls

The whole Job mess: Azi starts to let himself feel for Crawley, but still feels uncomfortable. It definitely lessens after the our side scene but the fear/discomfort/anxiety is still very present. Imo, they’re ‘dating’ at this point. Crawley’s feelings are still fairly the same, but more intense (again after the our side scene).

Edinburgh: they’ve both fallen hard for each other. It hits them at different times obviously, Crowley when azi grabs her waist in that very intimate way (eeeeeeeekkkk) and Aziraphale when Crowley helps Elspeth and drinks the laudanum. But basically, they’re both deeply in love with each other and are vaguely aware of that. Imo that’s why azi’s reaction with the holy water is so intense, because they’ve finally realised ‘oh wait, I love them and I don’t want him to die. I do need her’

1941: I hear wedding bells! I mean, they were in a church haha. Anyway, this is when they *emotionally* become more. More than just partners in an agreement, more than just circling each other and occasionally having food or rescuing one another. They become emotionally married. This is when they really accept each other and truly become the Inneffable Husbands (Wives/Spouses/etc). I would say honeymoon period starts now, but Crowley is still going on the whole holy water thing so imo they don’t exactly have a proper super super close honeymoon period.

the Antichrist mess: their relationship is nice and calm, they’ve settled now, settled into their married ways. Dining at the ritz, Crowley driving them around, and they both start to get plenty of use out of the bookshop

present day/s2: still lovely and married! We’ve all seen it, it’s very domestic and quieter. Honourable mentions to ‘do WE know a Jim?’ ‘Our car!’ ‘While we dance <3’ and the whole collection of loving looks through the whole season.

post s2 (my hcs, subject to change lol): the divorce. Crowley is as usual drinking his pain away, and he is just so in pain. They both are, but they show it very very differently. Crowley is so so so in love but she’s had their heart broken too badly and can’t get over him (obviously). Azi is masking A LOT and can barely feel properly. They complete their duties in silence and don’t talk often. The only emotion he feels truly is heartbreak and longing but they think they’ve messed it up too badly and Crowley hates them now. She doesn’t of course, but that irrational fear is there especially as he can hear every time Crowley curses him using his name. (eg: fuck you aziaphale, you piece of shit I hate you). It’s honestly not going to take a lot for them to be together again (I’m not saying forgive we have bad experiences with that word). Crowley will shout a little, then azi will surge her and cry and/or kiss them then they’ll cry together and make up.

For some reason I found the “Do we know a Jim?” From Crowley to be so domestic like they’re so in tune with eachother he just assumes anyone aziraphale met they met together bc they’re husbands

[absent-o-minded]

Still too busy to start writing an essay so here's a (selective) dive into my emotional state whilst watching S2:

MOMENTS I CRIED AT:

The Opening second of S2 because I was too excited and overwhelmed

Simon's reaction to getting the solo (I had to pause bc I was genuinely clutching my chest over how happy he was.)

When Wille was putting on the Ball make-up and started crying over how he was becoming exactly the thing he didn't want to be

Wille's reaction after kissing Simon for the first time since last Christmas

Sara's confession about the whole video INITIALLY, and then my tears got more violent when I looked at Simon's face. He didn't even need to say anything, you could already see it (To anyone who posted hate abt Simon this season - We duel at dawn.)

Wille's closing speech; I genuinely thought that he was just going to abdicate, I WAS NOT expecting that.

MOMENTS I (very) NEARLY CRIED AT:

Stella's poem to Fredrika x the 'I'd rather be secretly in love with her than be some ex that she hates'....bro.

The flashback of Erik giving the Frog globe (specifically placed right after it smashes)

When Wille hugged Kristina and Lugwid (LISTEN, HERE ME OUT- Physicality is everything with and for Wille, and to see affection between himself and his parents was emotional.)

Seeing Felice getting her hair done in a salon x Her feeling comfortable in her skin and embracing her natural hair

The Book Discussion Scene - I am bias bc I'm a Literature student but it was so beautifully done

Simon singing THE song at the Ball

Wille's 'I met a friend last term who stirred new feelings in me...in a way, I wish that it never happened, because then I wouldn't know what it feels like' I'M DONE, DUDE, I CAN'T DO THIS-

Wille closing the curtains and then the two laughing...it's cyclical guys...

MOMENTS I LAUGHED AT:

Rosh and Ayub being cupids on the bus and chanting 'REBOUND' (I can't even begin to describe how much I love these two)

Simon and Ayub arguing over what the actual name of Rosh's ex is ('Just like Yasmine.' 'Yasmina.' 'No, Yasmine' 'It's Yasmina, bro.')

When Wille was threatening the Royal Court with going on social media after watching the video of Simon x Marcus at the Karaoke place

Simon lobbing that ball at Wille during Doggeball (With BRUTE. STRENGTH. AND. SPITE.)

Vincent's 'GODMORGON FUCKERS' at the running meet-up

Wille's face @ Nils when he says that he matched with Marcus on Grindr

Post-Romantic Book Discussion SceneTM where Simon is like 'And we don't know what happened after...' and Sara just goes 'Well she killed herself' LSKSLKS

As sad as the scene was, I nearly lost it when Wille put on that fucking wig

Boris curiously watching the utter chaos of Wille's speech at the end as if he didn't 100% contribute to that happening

Speaking of the closing speech, very much amused at the Queen's '*0*' face at hearing Wille admit that it was him

MOMENTS I '???' AT:

Nils saying that Erik saw Boris and that he was 'LGBTQ' certified (Hello?...Is there a connection here?)

Exactly leading on from this - The rumour that Erik dated a girl who did OnlyFans? (This could've easily gone into the laugh list but my initial reaction was just 'wait, what did he say?')

Marcus saying dumb shit like 'I know you don't want to destroy something this beautiful' and 'You're not your Dad'. AFTER A WEEK (Dude...Go listen to 'Take A Hint' by the Victorious Cast 2012 and think about what you just said.)

When August was giving the whole mucho 'OOoo, but if he goes to the police then what about the drug stuff?' SHUT UP FAM

When Kristina told Wilhelm that should he fail to ascend the throne, then August would be next in line. (I mean, I already knew that this was coming so I don't know why I was shocked, but I was shocked)

MOMENTS I '!!!' AT:

When Stella said 'Yeah, we don't keep secrets' and Sara said 'Don't we?' looking directly at her. (My heart has never jumped sm in my life)

Wille legit pointing a gun at August (...If it was me walking by, I would look the other way. If I was a Hillerska student walking by, I would look the other way. If I was some random dog-walking-in-a-field stranger passing by...I would STILL look the other way.)

When Simon ran after Wille and called out his name as Wille was walking down the steps (My hands were flapping in excitement)

The 'They don;t have names' line. CINEMATIC POETRY.

I was really excited by some of the shots/angles this season bc some of them are beautiful (Just to name a few: The Corridor I Love You Scene, The First Look since Christmas Scene, The Ball Sequence etc etc)

When Sara just straight up told August that she wanted to sleep with him, no hesitation, just saying at it is.

When Marcus was batting back at Simon for breaking up with him (I was initially shocked and was ready to rinse Marcus, but after thinking about it, they were hard truths that Simon needed to hear…And as much as Simon shouldn’t have used him as a rebound, Marcus is still a manipulative gaslighter.)

THE SOUNDTRACK - It SLAPPED SO HARD. It was bop after bop. Was I crying whilst bopping at some. Maybe. Was I creaking my bed bc I was dancing so hard at some?

[honeytae]

I love when you talk nurturing to me.

hello my loves, happy wednesday! welcome back to regular uploads (rip thirst week lol) and you know what that means...mega fluff. this particular piece was requested by a few different people, but it was all the same general idea: DOTING. ON. JUNGKOOK. which is just...such a dream, right? anyways, i hope you all enjoy this. thanks to my requesters who have waited SO patiently for this to be written, i hope it was worth it!!!

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters genre: fluff warnings: jungkook’s tired and kind of overworking himself :( oc takes care of him though bc duh word count: 2.6k

Jungkook hated his boots. 

Well, not all the time. Most of the time, Jungkook loved his boots. 

But right at this moment, he hated how heavy they were, weighing him down further than his already sore muscles as he trudged up the stairs to your numbered doorway. 

Huffs escaped him every other step as he gripped the railing for support, letting his head roll to the side with a close of his eyes once he’d successfully made it through the fire and ache that was his muscles right now. 

After fiddling with your stubborn lock and door handle, he sighed in relief as he entered your place, pouting a bit as he heard you clanging pots and pans in the kitchen. Glancing at his phone, he supposed it was dinner time. But he wanted nothing to do with food and everything to do with you. 

Kicking off his shoes, he slid his phone back into his pocket, rolling his shoulders back as well as his neck. The burn eased only slightly from the action. This was worse than he’d felt in a while. 

The pout stayed on his lips as he shuffled into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway for a second to watch as you stirred something over the stovetop, shifting your face over the open pot every once in a while to make sure you were doing it right. 

The action made him feel slightly less tired and all the more fond, a gentle greeting smile from you brightening his attitude almost completely before he tried to take another step toward you, calf tightening into a painful cramp as he hissed in a breath through his teeth. 

You immediately frowned in concern, taking the initiative to walk the one step to close the gap between you, wrapping your arms around him and letting out an ‘oof’ as he rested his body weight on you. 

“Hi.” Jungkook mumbled through his pout, hair hanging into his eyes and blocking his full expression from your view. 

Even without seeing the man, you could tell he wasn’t in his regular mood, heavy on his feet with nothing left to give. It irked you, seeing him like this. 

“Hi. You okay?” You wondered aloud, a question you fully knew the answer to as you sneakily reached your arm back to turn the heat down on the burner, allowing the food to rest a bit while you investigated your boyfriend’s serious lack of Jungkook. 

“Mm. Tired.” He replied flatly, shrugging a bit as his eyes drooped to stare back at you. 

Frowning as he remained uncharacteristically silent after his brief answer to your question, you tucked some of his long strands back behind his ear, sighing through your nostrils at the dark circles the action revealed to you. 

He was tired. He was so fucking tired.

Quickly making the executive decision to move the pot to a completely cold burner, you turned back around to place your hands on his chest, letting an arm slide around his back to support his slumped frame. 

The man’s face remained unmoving as you encouraged his other arm to rest around your neck, your boyfriend grunting as the motion strained his muscle but sighing nonetheless at the relief it gave him. Finally, he didn’t feel quite as heavy as when he was holding himself up.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” You tugged at the hand of his arm resting on your shoulder gently, letting his exhausted body lean on you as you retreated down the hallway.

“Thank you.” He spoke weakly, melting into you further as you dipped your head to press a kiss to the hand resting upon your shoulder, his fingers stroking at your shirt in response. 

Leading him into the bathroom, you propped the sleepy man against the counter, popping out of the room only momentarily to grab a towel from the hallway closet, placing it beside the sink for him and walking over to the shower to play with the water temperature.

“Shower or bath?” You asked to the man behind you, hand hovering over the nozzle to adjust the setting as he let out a deep sigh. 

“Shower. I think I’d fall asleep in a bath.” He admitted sheepishly, making you chuckle a bit before nodding. 

“Shower it is, then.” 

As you switched the stream of running water from tub to shower head, the spray of the water against the tub drowned out almost every other noise, even the soft hum coming from your throat as you pulled the curtain all the way back for easy access inside. Holding your hand out to the man, you gestured for him to come to you with a fold of your fingers, Jungkook easily following your lead as he trudged over to you. 

“Hi, lovey.” You greeted him again, softer this time as you slid your hand underneath the hem of his shirt to grip the fabric. Leaning forward to catch your lips with his, he planted a soft kiss to the flesh, the action gentle and tired as he tried to relay the gratefulness he felt in this moment. Pulling back with a slight smile, you lifted your eyebrows as your boyfriend chuckled at you.

“What?” You asked, making him laugh a bit more and only increasing your confusion. 

“Every time we kiss you act like it’s the first time.” He commented, a bit of teasing in his tone as he smirked a bit back at you. 

You let out a scoff at his words, lifting the material of his shirt to trap his head in the fabric and making him let out a loud laugh at the action. The moment was the first positive sign you’d seen since he arrived home, making your heart feel content as you smiled at his hidden face beneath the cotton. Releasing his head from the shirt, you tossed the black tee to the ground, Jungkook taking the lead on his shorts as he shoved them and his underwear down his thighs. 

“It feels like the first time every time.” You said softly, stepping aside so that Jungkook could make his way into the basin.

“For me too,” he smiled, “you coming?” He referenced the running shower, an open invitation to join the man behind the curtain with pleading doe eyes. 

“Mm, I should finish dinner so that when you get out-”

“Please?” He pouted again, making you blow a breath out past your lips before caving.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a moment, you get in and start without me.” You instructed, the man grinning a bit before stepping into the tub, letting out an immediate sigh at the ease of the water pounding down on his sore back. 

Walking into your bedroom, you quickly made your way over to his drawer in your dresser, picking out another one of his black t-shirts and boxers for him to sleep in and setting them out on the bed. 

Making your way back to the bathroom with an extra towel in hand, you held back your own yawn as you stepped inside the already steamy air of the bathroom, the curtain left the slightest bit open for your expected return.

Peeling your shirt up over your head, you dropped it onto the group of Jungkook’s clothes, letting your shorts slide down your legs to join the pile before pulling the curtain back a bit more. The action revealed a very dry Jungkook, leaning against the tile wall instead of underneath the water like you’d been expecting. Scoffing at his smirk as you stepped into the shower, you gestured to his dry strands of hair, raising your eyebrows in amusement. 

“You were supposed to start without me.” You commented on the barely wet hair framing his face, the man full-on grinning at you as he pulled your body closer to his, guiding you both underneath the stream of water. 

“Now why would I do that?” He asked teasingly, giggling when you shook your head at him. 

“You’re annoying. Give me the shampoo.” You ordered, another big smile twisting at the man’s lips as he dutifully nodded, grabbing the bottle of your shampoo from behind him before you stopped him with a grasp on his wrist.

“Yours, love.” You directed him, pointing to the sweet-smelling shampoo Jungkook adored, having become his favorite shortly into staying over with you and now referred to as ‘his’ by the both of you.

“I wanna wash your hair.” He pouted, you swiping the unfavorable expression off with a kiss to his chin before reaching over to retrieve the shampoo you’d directed him to get. 

“Another time. Right now I need to get you clean and in bed.” You said authoritatively, the man raising his eyebrows in amusement as you squeezed a dollop of the shampoo onto your palm. 

“Aw, babe. I love when you talk nurturing to me.” He smirked, a chuckle exhaled out your nostrils at his words. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just shut your eyes, unless you want me to burn them with this cherry blossom shit.”

After you were done washing his hair, having to occasionally pause to direct his hands back to your hips from where they sometimes started wandering over your body throughout, you began lathering the bottle of body soap in your hands, rubbing down his arms and torso and all around his back to wash away the sweat and aches from his day. 

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” He practically whined after you moved his hand off your stomach the fourth time, letting you pick his arm up to run the water along the limb and successfully run the soap off. 

“Because I know it won’t end there. And I need to get you to bed, remember?” You tutted, placing one more kiss to his jaw before leaning over to shut the water off, setting your hand on his back to encourage him out of the shower. 

His legs didn’t budge, hand collecting your own to stubbornly guide you out ahead of him. 

“You first.” He emphasized as you remained standing in the tub, rolling your eyes with a sigh before you stepped out with the help of his hand. Reaching for one of the towels you’d gathered, you spread it out in front of your body, holding it out by the edges for the man to step into. 

“C’mon, Kookie.” You gestured with a nod of your head, your soft tone making a smile light up his face as he finally stepped out of the tub. Immediately enveloping him in the soft towel, you wrapped him in the dry fabric, hugging him as tired chuckles escaped his lips. 

“Go get dressed. I’ll be there in a minute.” You patted his butt, eliciting more giggles out of the man before he spun on his heel to leave the bathroom.

You could tell the shower had done a lot for his muscle tightness and overall attitude, the familiar smile you’d fallen in love with so long ago making a reappearance within moments of the water making contact with his skin.

Grabbing the other towel, you wrapped it around your own torso, squeezing the ends of your hair a bit, lifting and setting your feet down against the carpet to dry them before stepping out onto the tile floor. 

Shuffling into your bedroom, you whistled at the sight in front of you, a very bare Jungkook turning around to face you with the towel you’d wrapped around him bunched at his feet. 

“Hello there.” You flirted, your boyfriend scoffing as he looked down to his spread boxers, ready for him to step into. The smile remained on his face as he pulled the underwear up his legs, settling them on his hips before directing his gaze back to you.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He crooned, walking over to you with a smirk as he dropped a kiss to your temple. 

“Stop that.” You hushed, shoving his shoulder in an attempt to get him off of you from where he was latched onto your side, head down in the nook between your neck and shoulder pressing kisses to the still-wet skin.

“Oh, so you can flirt with me but I can’t flirt with you?” He raised his eyebrows, you nodding with a confirming hum as you successfully wriggled out of his hold. 

“Precisely.” You replied, slipping a large t-shirt over your torso and opening your drawer in search of proper underwear. 

“Mm. That sounds fair.” He hummed, feet padding against the floor as he exited the room, bent at the waist to ruffle the towel through his hair as he walked. 

After getting some of your regular sleep clothes on, you followed the route your boyfriend had taken moments before, squeezing the water out of your hair with the towel much like he’d done previously. 

“I love when your hair curls like that.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the suddenness of your voice in the room, meeting your fond gaze through the mirror as you watched him wet a cloth underneath the running faucet. 

His dark hair was hanging in waves around his face, tendrils already half dry as they framed his cheeks. His doe eyes stared at you through the mirror, completely bypassing your comment as he turned to you, wet cloth still in hand. 

“You look really pretty.” He grinned, your head tipping in confusion as you gestured to your old ratty t-shirt; it was your classic bedtime attire and frankly, one of the ugliest outfits in existence. 

“How can you even say that right now?” You chuckled, the man mirroring your actions as his teeth beamed at you, eyes watching as you stepped forward and took the cloth from his hand, directing it back under the stream of water from the faucet. 

“I can say that all the time. You always look pretty.” He shrugged, smiling at your exhaled scoff as you waved him off. 

After squeezing the excess water from the washcloth with your hands, you twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, forming a firmer curl around your appendage and nodding once to affirm your work. 

“You’re prettiest.” You concluded with a smile, backing him up so that the backs of his tired knees hit the toilet, easily giving out and letting him land on the closed seat with a grunt. 

“You’re strongest, that’s for damn sure.” He huffed teasingly, watching you roll your eyes at him as you leaned over to grab his face wash. As you repositioned yourself in front of him to apply the foam onto his skin, his eyes poured into yours, making you hum in question at the glint in his eye. 

“C’mere.” He said simply, arms tightening around your thighs to pull you down onto his lap, your legs reflexively wrapping around his waist as he smiled in approval.

“Much better.” He squeezed your hips lovingly, wiggling his eyebrows at you to make it harder for you to focus on your application of the foam as you finally locked eyes with him. 

“Jungkook, I’m trying to take care of you.” You whined, making him stop immediately as he pursed his lips out, humming when you reflexively pressed yours to them. 

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused at the softened look in his eye. For god’s sake, you were in your ratty old college t-shirt sitting on a toilet applying sticky foam to fight his acne. What was romantic about this?

“Just love you.” He said simply, leaning forward to peck your lips again and giggling when some of the foam from his nose smeared onto your skin. 

“Love you too, you freak.”

[folkloreguk]

French Class [7]

A/N: AAAH I apologize in advance for this part bc I feel like it's kinda messy :/ I hope you still like it though?? Lmk what you think! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, angst, H/N is a jealous and drunk fool :/

words: ~ 3.7 k

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H/N’s POV:

Maybe I’ll come ‘round, your text had said. How did you expect him to enjoy the party if you wouldn’t be there? H/N used to make fun of guys who ran after girls like lap dogs. And yet, over time he had become one of them, if not worse. Every text, every possibility of seeing you had him on the edge of his seat in excitement. There was nothing he cared about more than spending time with you. When at first it had been sexual attraction – an obsession with your body and the way you turned him on with the most subtle words and touches – it had changed into something entirely different. The relentless hunger was now occasional, ever so often interrupted by a dire wish to see you smile. A wish to hold you, and to kiss you out of the blue – something he wasn’t allowed to do if it wasn’t for the two of you hooking up. The stupid agreement you had made was starting to feel like torture instead of heaven. He was lucky his poker face was professional, and he had years of practice in flirting and sounding casual even if his heart was beating up to his neck. There was no other way he could have concealed how infatuated he was with you, otherwise.

“H/N, come help me set up the snacks!” Korain shouted from the kitchen. H/N’s friends were throwing a party at their place, and he had shown up early to assist them in preparing everything. With you on his mind – as always – he trotted into the kitchen where a row of bowls was standing out on the counter.

“Just open and pour the bags into the bowls, will you? I still need to get ready,” Korain said. “Chohee said she might be here a bit earlier, and I don’t want to look like this when she’s going to look amazing.”

Korain gestured to his bed hair he probably hadn’t brushed once since getting up and then tweaked the fabric of his sweatpants and his old, baggy tee. H/N wanted to argue that if Chohee really liked Korain, she wouldn’t mind seeing him this way. H/N, for one, couldn’t care less what you wore tonight. As long as you showed up at all, he would be beaming. Strictly speaking, at times when he got to see you wake up, sleep in your eyes and your clothes in a disarray, it spun his head in ways no little black dress could ever do. When he saw you make breakfast in his kitchen, in his shirt, he could barely contain himself.

His daydreams of you were once naughty and gave him boners at random times of the day – and don’t get me wrong, they still were, sometimes – but it was when the domestic dreams had begun, that he realized he was screwed. He didn’t need anybody to tell him how he felt, nor did he have some crazy moment of clarity. There came a point in his days where he didn’t just notice his non-sexual daydreams of you, he invited them. His brain was imagining things like setting up a shared table for dinner or kissing the back of your hand in the dark of a movie theater or playing you a cheesy song that reminded him of you. He wanted to hold your hands from across the library table and have his arm around your shoulders to show you off to the entire campus. But none of it could be real. It all went against the rules.

“Will Y/N be here too?” Korain asked and pulled H/N out of his daydreams. God, I hope so, he thought.

“She said she might be here,” H/N answered.

“Chohee’s always talking about her. And you. About how she thinks Y/N has a crush on you, but she always denies it, saying you’re just friends. Maybe you could try and bring that up tonight?” Korain said, as if discussing your feelings for someone was as easy at conversing about the weather. “Alright, I really have to go get ready now.”

“I’ve been thinking, I might- “ said H/N, but Korain only pat his shoulder.

“Let’s talk later, at the party, okay?” he said, and walked out the kitchen. I might like her, H/N had been meaning to say. I might like Y/N. No. I’m in love with her. No maybes. He could bet all his money on it, that’s how sure he was. But his friend had disappeared and now it was on him to wait until the party began. Left alone with his thoughts.

Of course, you would deny having a crush on him. Because you probably didn’t, he thought. Wouldn’t you search for a smart guy, someone your mother would approve of, and someone who understood your endless talks of nerdy topics? Although sometimes he had no idea what you were on about, H/N was captivated whenever you gave him a lecture about something you had learned. And when he asked you to explain something one more time, you never hesitated, or judged him for it. Your kindness made his heart swell, and only when the first crowd of party guests arrived did he realize he had spent half an hour daydreaming about you. Again.

With the way he kept the front door in his sight at all times, one could have wondered if he was a highly wanted criminal on the run, afraid the cops could barge in at any moment. Some of the girls who tried to flirt with him even asked him about it, but he wasn’t going to confess he was waiting for the love of his life to walk through that very door. With little conviction he returned their flirting. He hated himself for the thoughts he had. Thinking that should you not arrive, he could console himself by taking one of the other girls home instead. They didn’t deserve to be used like that, but he was bitter and so, so in love with you. It was hard to pay any attention to the other girls at all, no matter how sweet they were being.

Flirting back at them, however, came to him as easily as the words to his favorite songs. It posed no challenge, like it did with you. When he had to try hard to make your cheeks heat up, or to lure out a shy smile instead of your genius, quick-witted remarks. There was nothing more exciting to him than to invent new ways in which he could make you flustered.

Right now, it was his turn to be flustered. Because his ex had approached him and was reciting some of her favorite memories she had of their relationship. “Remember our third date…the one that ended with us squished in that tiny dressing room at Victoria’s Secret?” she asked and blinked at him expectantly. He went along with her words and replied something not too direct, but still enough to make her giggle like a little girl.

It was his own fault she was so intent on talking to him. While you had been on your date with the economy-major-guy, H/N had tried to contact his ex again. In hindsight, he thought it pathetic and extremely stupid at that. Nothing would have come of it, anyway. Not while he felt the way he did about you. So it was only lucky his ex hadn’t been free that night. Then he had gotten dangerously close to drowning his feelings in the vodka in his kitchen. Thankfully he had refrained from this, too, because you had shown up afterwards and you had ended up having mind-blowing sex, and he knew for a fact that had he been drunk, he would have blurted out some crazy sentiments he would have regretted saying in the morning.

Sometimes he tried to signal you his emotions, ever so subtly. Waving off your claims when you called him the campus fuckboy or telling you he wasn’t really hooking up with anyone else besides you, it all was an attempt at making you see what he felt for you. He would tell you that you looked pretty, not just so you would understand he liked you, but simply because it had to be said. When he regarded you fixing your hair in the mirror with a frown, he could barely believe you didn’t know how beautiful you were. And he had gotten closer to you during sex. Whether it was voluntary or an instinct that came with being in love, he wasn’t certain. There was nothing like kissing away your moans while he fucked you into a mattress.

He was about to text you – the urge to see you getting unbearable – but didn’t want to sound clingy when you strut through the door. No slow motion or fan blowing your hair around dramatically would have made you look more perfect. The ridiculous pang he felt in his heart when he saw you hug another guy only reminded him of how whipped he was. He reminded himself that he had no right to be jealous. You weren’t his girlfriend, after all. When you then made eye contact with him and made a beeline for him, he was worried he’d be short of words. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hi,” you said, and your smile was magical enough to stir up the butterflies in H/N’s stomach. You pointed at the empty spot on the sofa between H/N and another guy you didn’t know. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” the guy said, before H/N had time to speak, and the stranger smiled at you in a way that could only mean he wanted to get to know you. But H/N caught your attention by swiftly putting his arm around your shoulder, making the stranger back up and divert his eyes the other way. He had never meant to be the jealous type. It was just that you were finally here, and he was so happy to see you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you running off again. Only when you gave him a funny look H/N realized he needed to calm down if he didn’t want you to get annoyed.

“So, what did I miss?” you asked.

His ex was approaching from across the room again, and before he could have stopped his mouth, he said the stupidest thing. “Kiss me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but he was intent on it. “Please. Kiss me. Quick.”

There was a strange emotion that crept over your face, and you seemed to have no clue why he was so set on it. Nevertheless, you did as he asked. Your mouth tasted of watermelon bubblegum, so sweet, so perfect, and he was flying on cloud nine for the short while it lasted. It wasn’t real, though. The thought stabbed his brain like a dagger. When you pulled apart you were grinning, and his ex wasn’t in the room anymore.

“Care to explain why we just did that?” you asked. “You’re diminishing your chances with the ladies in the room.”

He rolled his eyes. “My ex has been trying to get with me again, and I hoped she’d let off if she saw us kiss. And she did.” Then his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean by my chances with the ladies? I was hoping we could go home together.”

“I can’t tonight,” you said, and he had to fight to keep his face straight. “I’ve got to get back to studying first thing tomorrow morning. I just came here to hang out, for a while.”

“Oh,” was all he could muster without sounding like you were ripping out his heart. It wasn’t even your fault. He would never try and get between you and your studies. But what if he could be there? What if he could be the one staying in bed, watching as you climbed up early to bury your head in books? He’d watch you through tired eyelashes, and you’d ridicule him for being so starry-eyed when looking at you. Later he’d bring you tea or coffee and remind you to take a break to eat. Was it ludicrous to obsess over something so domestic? He didn’t feel guilty for it.

All at once, your laugh pulled him out of his daydream, and into a funny story you told him. Over-consciously, he noted how your arm went around his shoulder lazily. And for a while you sat and talked. Occasionally a flirty remark slipped over your lips, and he would always return it. It was idiotic, but he was already worrying about how much he would miss you once you went home. Perhaps his plan of consoling himself with another girl hadn’t been so bad, after all. Just as he had finished the thought, a familiar face walked by and noticed him. The alcohol in his veins made her seem perfectly inviting as a distraction, for later.

“Oh, hey. Y/N, this is Minji,” he said, pointing at the girl. “Minji, this is Y/N. She’s…just a friend.”

Instantly, you removed your arm from his shoulder. There was hidden pain in your gesture, or was it merely wishful thinking on his side? Minji nodded and greeted you, but you only waved her off with a polite smile.

“I’m going to get a drink from the kitchen,” you announced, and before he could have stopped you, you had walked off. For a while he chatted with Minji, because he had no good reason to run after you that wouldn’t create awkwardness. His patience lasted approximately ten minutes. Luckily, a friend waved at Minji from across the room and she excused herself. Although he would never wish her ill, he was glad she was leaving.

Quickly, he made his way to the kitchen, where he found you talking to a guy. Without thinking, H/N smiled at you as he came up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. He hadn’t meant to look so intimidating, and he hadn’t meant to be an asshole either. Yet, the guy across from you appeared scared and when you turned your attention to H/N, the guy slowly retracted into another circle of chatting people. Guilt crept in on H/N. He was tipsy, and although he knew his drunkenness wasn’t an excuse, it made him want you so much more. Perhaps it was also insecurity making him act crazy. There was always a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind, that you might just like him back. So long as you hadn’t confirmed the opposite, he would live in constant terror that someone else could steal your attention and make you theirs before he could.

“Come with me,” you muttered in his ear. Your hand was around his wrist, and he had no choice but to trot after you like a child. At first, he thought you were going to take him out the front door, but then you made a turn for the stairs. He didn’t need to be a fuckboy to know what it meant when a girl walked him up the stairs. From one second to the other, his mood changed into gleefulness. Had you changed your mind? The mere thoughts of what could happen upstairs could have given him a boner, had he pondered on them for longer. You said nothing, only driving him more insane by the second. The first open door was good enough for you, so you pulled him inside and closed it behind you. Smirking, he reached for your waist, ready to pull you into a kiss.

“Don’t,” you hissed, and he flinched at your angry tone. He kept his hands to himself, kneading them nervously. Shit. This was the clear opposite of what he had anticipated. The two of you had never fought, and hearing your voice, sounding so deeply upset, scared him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to make out- “ he said.

“I don’t mean just now. I mean…what is it you’re trying to achieve by acting all possessive over me in front of random guys? Pretending I belong to you? But the second a pretty girl is in front of you I’m just a friend, aren’t I? What’s that about?”

There was no explaining this, and he knew it. Yet, he would try, pathetically. “I just thought you didn’t want those guys bothering you.”

“I can handle a guy by myself, thank you,” you snapped. “If I needed help, I’d ask. Like you did. Apparently, I’m good enough to be used as an escape from your ex, but when hot Minji came around you wouldn’t even blink when I got up and left.”

“Usedas an escape?” he asked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to kiss me, but you did anyway.”

“That’s because I was trying to be a good fucking friend!” you yelled now, sounding over the music from the party.

“You used me too, don’t you remember?” he countered. “Or did you not show up on my doorstep after your terrible date so I would fuck you and make you feel better?”

You looked taken aback for a moment, knowing he was right, in a way.

“It’s like you’re always trying to get away from me, but you can’t,” he said.

“Oh, fuck you!” you said, every trace of guilt washed away. “Get off your high horse! Isn’t that the whole point of us? That we’re using each other for sex? Nothing more than that, right? If I walked out now, you could go and find the next girl in line to take over instead of me. Didn’t you try to see someone while I was chatting to the guy I went on a date with? It’s all about using people, isn’t it? If things with the guy had gotten more serious for me, you’d have her, ready for you. Don’t you think that’s a little messed up? Leading someone on like that?”

There was truth to your words. He had tried to find someone to date, should you have found someone too and your friends-with-benefits relationship had been over. But he hadn’t led her on. He had been honest in letting the girl know he wasn’t sure if he wanted anything serious. His chest was hurting, and the pain was only making him more furious.

“Yeah, I could have switched you for her,” he said coldly. Was he only trying to hurt you now? Perhaps, but you had hurt him first.

“Right, because that’s all I am to you,” you said, quieter than before.

“That was our plan! You’re my fuck buddy, nothing more!” he raised his voice now, tired of your empty words and signs. “You have no right to accuse me of anything when I’m playing by the rules. The rules you made. Maybe we should go back to the beginning. Start the game over. I don’t even know what we’re arguing about right now.”

“Start over?”

“Go back to when we were just horny for each other and nothing else,” he said, as if that would be possible. As if he could ignore the way your eyes shined, even in the dim light coming from the streetlamps outside. Like he could pretend he didn’t want to hold you and make you forget all about this terrible fight.

“Fine, let’s try,” you said, and he watched in astonishment, as you closed the gap between the two of you. When you tilted your head, he gave you permission by doing the same. When you kissed, with teeth clashing and exhausted sighs mixing up, he swore there were bombs going off somewhere in his head. Alarm bells, too. This was by no means a great idea. But what could have stopped him and his hungry mouth? He backed you against the wall and pressed you into it, hard. Before he had registered it, his hands were pushing up the fabric of your dress and you moaned, sounding so beautiful he could barely believe it. One of his thighs forced its way between your legs while he gripped your waist like his life depended on it.

But then, just as rapidly you had begun to kiss him, you pushed him away. His lungs felt tight when he noticed the affliction and confusion on your face. He wished he could make it go away. But he had caused it, so now his presence only made things worse.

“No- no, I change my mind. This is fucking stupid,” you said. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Y/N,” he said in a gentle tone. Somehow, it seemed that his careful voice hurt you most of all.

“I think we should stop. All of this,” you said. He was beginning to shake his head in disbelief, but you cut him off. “We said there wouldn’t be jealousy, but there obviously is. We should have stopped long ago.”

“But what about starting the game again, from the beginning?” he asked, too afraid of what you would say to even look at you. If you were going to rip out his heart you should have done so quickly, when he wasn’t paying too close attention.

“The game’s over. This is going over both of our heads,” you said. “I- I’m going to go home now.”

So this was heartbreak. H/N had never considered that it could be meant so literally. But he could swear that the muscle inside his chest was convulsing and shriveling as if you had stolen the blood that kept him alive right from his arteries. The pain was sharp like a thousand cuts had been inflicted on his skin, and he struggled for words like your words had taken every of his most elemental abilities.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said.

“No,” you said. “You’re drunk. You’re the one who could need someone to walk you home. And I don’t want you around me right now. Get home safely.”

That was it. No hug. No last, longing look. Just your words stabbing like knives and your ethereal beauty as you turned on your heel and walked from the room, leaving him behind, bleeding out by himself. What had he done?

[akeijies]

eren, armin, mikasa, & jean & kisses

i just needed to get this word vomit out of my drafts please, i’ll probs do a part two at some point with more characters 

warnings: lil spicy- like implied spicy but nothing crazy.  

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eren: okok so i know eren loves kissing but it's not his favorite thing if that makes sense?? that being said i feel as if eren is a really passionate kisser. he’s not really one for little pecks or anything ( of course unless you ask for them ) he’s more the type to grab your face in his hands and kiss you all deep- a little sloppy because he knows you like it that way, or you absolutely hate it and you sort of just deadpan then he’ll presses little kisses all over your face until you’re smiling and then he kisses you forreal. when eren kisses, he kisses with motive. lazy kisses are a thing too but they just don’t happen as often- or normally if he's in a mood he’ll sit you on his lap have his hands situated on your hips and he’ll lean in little and make you meet him in the middle and once you do he’ll press close lipped kisses against your lips and then one of his hands will travel up to the side of your neck and pull you into him. he’ll let out a huff of air through his nose when your lips mean and actually kiss you- teeth nipping at your bottom lip and little groans’ll slip through. eren loves when you whine into his mouth and at that point it turns into bruising kisses and bites trailing down your neck and oh man i think about kissing eren sometimes. 

armin: armin is so precious okay, he’s the type to still get really embarrassed when you guys kiss and it’s so cute???? ya’ll have been together for while and liked each other for even longer but whenever you go to kiss him- especially when it’s you initiating it right before your lips meet you can feel the breath he sucks in and despite him being so flustered he’s always so eager to kiss you. armin loves kissing your fingers like he’s the type to hold your hands ad kiss the pads of your fingertips. but like not even to see you smile or giggle or anything- he’s just showing that he loves you in every little way that he can. he gets a little bold in the morning and he’ll pepper kisses along your shoulders up to the spot right under your ear that he knows riles you up- until you’re stirring awake and scrunching your neck and its so cute pls. kissing armin, i swear to god makes you feel like an ethereal being- like, he’s so responsive?? you could just nip at his lower lip and he’ll be gasping into your mouth and you can feel the shuttering breath he lets out before he licks his way into your mouth. i’m 100% sure that armin could cum just from kissing you. 

mikasa: hear me out- mikASA IS SO FUCKING SOFT OKAY I DON’T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS PLEASE. her eyes literally gleam every time you kiss her. the first time you guys kiss her eyes stayed close for a few seconds after you pulled back and she took her bottom lip into her mouth and just sighed around a smile. mikasa like armin gets all shy about kisses but  really only the ones that catch her off guard. little cheek kisses are her weakness or the ones that always land right at the corner of her mouth when you’re rushing out of the house bc you're late for something- they never fail to turn her into a puddle. one of her favorite things is cupping your face at the end of the day and kissing you all soft like a “welcome home” and then it turning into an “i missed you” with her hands on your shoulders and she’ll nuzzle into your neck and place a little kiss at your pulse point and wrap her arms around your waist and then finally the softest, most chaste kiss slightly below your collarbone but above your heart as an “i love you”. juST imagine how soft kissing mikasa is please oh my goodness. which honestly just turns your entire world on it’s side when it’s not at all soft and she’s all biting lips and moans and perfectly timed grinds with wandering hands and fingers bruising all over you

jean: oh my, jean- kissing is his favorite thing. because there's so much under the kissing category he just never gets bored. but but just see jean like planting the biggest, most obnoxious kiss on your cheek while you’re in the bathroom getting ready or something and you’re just like ‘this goofball’ and roll your eyes and he’s like “what goofball?” and then he’ll just start smooching literally any space he can see/reach on you, until you’re giggling and begging him to stop and he’s just “wow a man can’t even express his love” and he’ll pout and make you kiss him to make it up to him bc he’s childish therefore he’s withholding from kisses. he’s so silly. but also, jean actually kissing you, is so tender- he’s such a soft guy and he kisses your hand and your forehead and the apples of your cheeks and the corner of your lips. i feel as if there’s a necklace, a ring, or a bracelet you both gave each other and he kisses that if you aren’t there. jean’s kisses are prayers, the praise, the thanksgiving, the confession, the amen. please he’s so- imagine you both joking around and he gets that look in his eye and he’s so soft and he just cups your cheeks or tilts your chin up to him and places a chaste kiss to your lips. which leads to him kissing your neck and he just trails down your body in soft fluttering touches and kisses it almost tickles. god i just see him- the both of you- one hand holding onto each other so tight and the light catches on the metal of the anklet he gave you and he squeezes your hand and he looks at you falling apart under him by his touch and he drags the anklet back up to your ankle, the one that's resting on his shoulder before placing a kiss upon it and then continues to unravel you. oh my god, this man- i see him- he's so. amen. 

[realcube]

speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge   

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands 

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked 

he shook his head, keeping his lips together 

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today 

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨ 

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk 

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE 

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’  he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck 

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more 

Kentarō Kyōtani 

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’  or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry 

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you 

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare 

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life 

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you 

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses 

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that 

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips 

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible 

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi