#i had a crush on this cheating scumbag

[justabritneycrush]

[dreamieparadise]

PSA

Everyone has had a crush on Mimi at some point. Some at the same time!!

[kaeyeahsworld]

The Right Choice

content warning: mild abusive relationship, thoughts of cheating (but none actually) scumbag ex, mild violence, regret, big dick toji, eating out, female reader, fingering, orgasm, 18+, angst bcs I love writing it.

A/N: another tattoo artist Toji brain rot. Not proof read or edited pls don’t come after me, come after or for toji which ever works for u :D

It had been an entire year of your scumbag boyfriend setting up his own tattoo parlour right along side Toji’s.

Although in the initial days, your boyfriend’s place had done better compared to Toji’s simply because he was loud and obnoxious enough about his work, but when ultimately it came to finesse in the art Toji remained undefeated.

Toji’s calm but awkward manner with the clients made him an instant favourite in stark contrast to your boyfriend who only cared about the bucks.

With the tattoo parlours being almost beside each other, you often bumped into him. The first few times were just awkward but prolonged eye contacts, that went ahead to subtle smiles and Toji’s crinkling eyes, which at last proceeded to an awkward conversation.

“I see you around a lot. You work here?” He somehow mustered up the courage to ask you that, praying to the saints he hadn’t come off as creepy or overbearing.

Toji could never forget the first time he had laid his eyes upon you. It was late in the night while he was closing down, when he heard some voracious laughter coming off from Zack’s parlour. On the usual, he wouldn’t give two fucks if someone was even dying on Zack’s side but when curiosity got the best of him, he turned around and glimpsed at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Only for the rose coloured glass to be broken when he got to know that you were dating Zack. The most narcissistic piece of douche Toji had ever come across.

He initially thought you might have been the same and somehow kept convincing himself to keep away, but none of that worked when you guys had started conversing.

You had met Zack at a concert and not knowing better started dating him and the year since then had been..well, bleak to say the least.

Zack was beyond your comprehension. He was everything you wished you were- loud, confident but the more you came closer to his world, the more distant you felt from him. The Zack that doted on you in the beginning and made out sloppily with this stinky breath was nowhere to be found these days. The Zack that was all up for late night video calls was now the same one who would leave you on delivered for 24 hours straight. Or should you say a different one. Still, you were a stubborn little one. Refusing to accept the reality of the situation.

To the add to the whole thing, was the guilt that was brought upon by your little crush on Toji. You would never cheat on your guy, but god Toji felt like he was everything you deserved and more.

His intense lingering gazes, his soft smiles, his gentle demeanour but the strength that had come with it. It gave you all the right shivers.

Ironically, the first time you guys spoke to each other was when you were trying to escape your boyfriend who was fighting with a customer about the design, when you had accidentally bumped into Toji.

Noticing the inked beauty peaking out on his forearm, you immediately realised that this was your favourite artists design.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah” Toji looked at you, trying to not let his heart eyes show,

“Is your tattoo Miyazaki’s work?” This question genuinely surprised Toji and gosh he prayed to the heavens to warn him if this is the part where he falls head over heels for you.

“Ya know him?”

“OF COURSE I DO??” You had screamed and almost pounced on his arm to admire the man’s work.

Toji had wondered then how your eyes would light up if you got to know he had trained under the said artist.

Fast forward past a few more of “accidental” bumps into each other, and some lighthearted conversations about everything and nothing under the sun, in a few moments and both of you could sense the undeniable attraction you had felt towards each other.

But neither of you ever crossed the line. You were a woman, taken, and he was a man who respected your choices no matter how strange or..shitty.

You couldn’t help but notice how different Toji was around you and when you were together with Zack.

The kind demeanour he held was immediately replaced by indifference whenever he would see you with your boyfriend who would pass on a snarky reply just to irk the said man.

Toji could easily give Zack 2 broken legs with how big he was, but one look into your doe eyes and he couldn’t even bring himself to look in your direction except throwing a finger off to the other guy.

But nothing could keep you away from each other especially during those lonely wistful nights.

You lying in your bed with your fuck ass boyfriend wasted somewhere, fingers plunging deep into your warm cunt and a heart full of regret, guilt and most of it all, lust for Toji. Nights that went away calling out his name in small whispers imagining his large hands that would envelope you and touch in all the right ways nobody ever could. Making you see stars and kissing you through the bliss.

Toji was no better. Stroking his cock in anguish, lusting after you like a beast in heat. Your plump lips, your sexy fucking hips that he would dip kisses all over, if you were his, your luscious skin that he would worship and mark, you were going to be the death of him.

But when the nights slipped away and dawn broke and as in when in you guys bumped into each other, it was the same all over. Hidden glances and lazy longing that would never translate into something more.

Until it had.

You shouldn’t have come to the parlour today. Things had been rocky between you and Zack for a few weeks now.

He had been smoking up all the money and refusing to take even the simplest of clients just out of sheer audacity and worst of all, paid no heed to your words more than ever.

Going to the parlour, at 2 am in the night after getting a call about the ruckus your boyfriend had caused and setting the damn curtains on fire, you immediately ran over only to come across the most drunk and high Zack had ever been, amidst scattered flames.

You knew from your experience to be better than to be around him when he intoxicated but the situation at hand was not helping. If only you hadn’t invested money out of blind stupidity into his tattoo parlour, maybe you would have been spared this ordeal today.

“Drag this bastard away miss OR we are gonna call the cops on y’all” said a stranger trying to control him.

“I’m so sorry about this”

“WHO…THE FUCK..lem..me gooo you little..bitch..”

“Baby listen to me, you aren’t in the right mind let’s get out of here..”

Zack had always been rough with you but never violent but it seemed like that was about to change tonight, when he grabbed you by your shirt collar and harshly dragged you towards him.

”ZACK! LET..ME GO!”

“Fuck youu..you” but before he could bring his face towards you, came a dangerous hit that probably bore into the drunkard’s skull.

“Hands away you sick fuck.” said the seething voice.

It was Toji. More than the pain, all you could think about was the relief that had washed over you on seeing Toji’ eyes that were ablaze with fury.

Before you could even say anything, he grabbed your wrist towards his motorbike and plopping helmets on both of you, drove away to your address.

He drove like the man he was at the moment- fast, angry and menacing. You clutched onto his waist for you dear life and that was the only thing, that calmed Toji a little bit.

You were here, he was here with you and you were safe and that was all he needed.

But in the half an hour that he drove both of you in utter silence, the events of the night slowly came crashing back to you.

Longing that turned into regret and that had now taken its ugly form of shame. Shame for who you were and who you had chosen to be with.

Sensing your hasty breaths on his back, Toji slowly parked his bike near the sea shore.

Even with unbearable longing like his, Toji had made it a point to never touch you. He would only do that when you were his completely mind, body and soul.

Tonight was the first time and he didn’t like it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to face Toji and when he slowly grabbed your chin to look at him, the sight before him tore his heart apart.

Tears welled up in your eyes and dripped down your soft cheeks like pearls, if Toji was a god he would be raging a war by now. But he was a mere mortal and all he could do was engulf you into him. Arms all around, caging you and protecting you, while you stained his jacket with your sobbing.

After the night had passed and somehow returning to your apartment with his help, you didn’t leave the confines of it for almost 2 weeks. Except for the occasional knocks from the said man or a get well soon bouquet, he had not spoken a word more to you, just as you hadn’t.

Both of you knew it was your decision in the end.

Almost as a sign, you got the news from your friends that Zack had ran away the same night as the police tried to catch a hold of him. Nobody knew where to and neither of them cared enough to find out.

The last checkpoint was having a conversation with Toji.

As you slowly approached his parlour, the ever so familiar but distant end of the tattoo street, one end of which was burnt ashes and the other end bustling with less customers compared to the usual, you awkwardly knocked on the clean glass door.

“Here inside” said Toji’s low baritone from the room within, as you noticed him deeply zoned in into his work on an old man and mistaking you for a customer.

You decided to wait outside in the waiting hall. It felt only right. It was only right to apologise for whatever had happened.

He had waited for you so patiently always, a steady wall that you had come to lean on unknowingly through the past few months and he never once asked anything in return. You loved him and you would wait for him just as long.

After being done and billing up the customer half an hour later, Toji peeked into the waiting hall to see who had checked in while he was working when his heart raced at the sight.

Here you were, in a soft white dress that had flown gently till your knees and straps falling agonisingly over your shoulder, looking like the sweetest angel and not to forget, with a small flower in hand. A delicate little rose and upon seeing Toji in all his black top and pants glory your heart welled up just as much as.

“Toji…I didn’t want to disturb you..so”

“You should have. You can always disturb me you know that right?”

He wanted to hug her. Touch her face, kiss her locks and smooch her lips. His restraint was a tight string waiting to break.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” His voice came off tighter than usual. With tears in your eyes and slowly offering him the small flower you found on your way here, you asked him

“Toji, can I get a tattoo?”

This took him by surprise. He didn’t know what he was expecting but tattooing you was definitely last on his list. Heaving a sigh, he gently took your fingers and the flower and moved you into the room with all his equipment.

Nobody had given him flowers before. The simple gesture had set in an ache for your being that he couldn’t ever define even if he wanted to.

If you wanted to do it his way, so be it.

“Where do you want your tattoo miss? Based on that I can tell you how painful—“

“My lower back”

“What—“ before he could even say anything, you were stripping down from your dress, locking the door while Toji’s mind was reeling.

2 weeks you had disappeared and now you were here in front of him , half naked.

“You favourite work of Miyazaki. Can you ink it on me Toji?” Of course he would. He could never say no to you. Not when you looked so sweet, sitting right in his chair looking up at him with heart eyes. Legs on display all for him. In nothing but soft lace panties.

“Fuck…darling, what are you doing to me..” he said as he slowly grabbed a delicate stencil of one of his favourite art, a pattern of the moon, the cherry blossoms and a ripple through it all.

Toji was an excellent artist but he never had to work with a raging boner before. His pants were bursting to the sight in front of him, you in a relaxed state ready to be marked. Almost a dream.

“Are you sure baby?”

“Yes. But one thing before that.”

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss me Toji?”

That was the last straw and before you could even say anything, Toji was at your lips, grabbing you by the back of your head and devouring you. You deserved slow and gentle and Toji swore to himself he would take all his time with you, but not at this moment.

Months worth of pent up lust and more so, love and the result of it, was kisses that took your breath away. Nipping away at your lower lip gently, as you opened your mouth he plunged his warm tongue into you, making you moan in ecstacy.

“Hmpph— To..jii..hm!” “Gosh baby do you know how many times I have dreamt of doing this to you huh? Your luscious fucking lips that you keep tinting up with that gloss..fuck..”

Littering kisses all around your neck, under your ears, licking across your collar bones, your whimpers were honey to his ears. Slowly wrapping your hands around his nape, you whispered to his lips

“Take me Toji. Make me yours, please.”

That was all you had to say.

Kissing you harder than ever, Toji grabbed your waist. “Turned around for me baby. Let me take care of you” with your back arching and on all fours on his chair, he ripped at your panties. You were a dripping mess and Toji was so close to coming in his pants like a fucking teenager.

“Toji..wait…it’s messy down there..stop—“

“Tell me girl. Did that fucker ever eat you out?” He asked venomously, slowly slipping in a finger into your sopping hole

“No-ughmm!!- he said it was too dir..ty..” his finger was so different from yours. Long and thick. If a finger alone was so delicious, you were sure you woud go crazy once his cock was in you.

“Proved himself to be a fucking moron once again. Well, you are all mine now. So let me treat your delicious cunt the right way baby yea?”

“Hmm—ahh!!” Dipping his face into your wet folds and antogonizingly licking up along them, eating you out from the back was Toji’s personal heaven. His nose bumping right into your sensitive clit and making you wetter by the second and now 2 of his fingers in your cunt, prodding you in all the right places sending shudders down your spine.

“Ride my face baby. Find your rhythm and make yourself feel good” Toji said and as he literally sucked and slurped at your folds and clit like a man starved. Spitting and licking and slightly pinching on your clit, in a few minutes, you were seeing stars that would normally take you so long.

“I’m cominggg Toji—!!!” Crying out and slumping over the chair.

Toji couldn’t get enough of you though. Marking you all over your back, letting red bruises blossom like petals, leaving you a sputtering mess.

He needed more. He needed you to cry his name out. Turning you around, he latched his lips onto your breast this time with a finger brushing on your clit lightly.

The wet muscle languidly brushing over your sensitive buds, teasing and biting and soothing it up again, you were so lost in pleasure, sure you would come from his attention to your breast alone.

“Faster toji..please..” “On your clit baby? Like this?” His gentle brushes had now turned into precise strokes and never in recent times had your dreamt of coming twice so quickly.

“Ahh!! Fuck!! Just like….that..I can’t! M gonna——cum..”

“Come for me good girl, let it all out… there ya go” and with the knot uncoiling, you came harder than ever.

“Such a good fucking girl for me” he whispered sinfully as he locked your lips in a gentle peck, making you ride out your high.

Little did Toji know that his sweet girl was minx in bed, all ready with her cunt clenching around for his cock. And he was all ready to give her the entire world, and of course his cock too.

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A/N: everytime I wrote Zack my brain kept going ‘gongaga’ send help.

A/N: just edited it a lil bit I’m so sorry for the all the typos 😭

[belokhvostikova]

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | Winnie Ambrose had had enough of Eddie Munson. A cheat, dirty, no good, lying scumbag whose only worth was found in his eight inch cock. But enough was enough, and Eddie Munson was bound to pay his dues. Devising a plan of revenge, Winnie entrust you, her best friend, to hurt the man who hurt others. It was simple: make him fall in love, and crush his heart. Only, you hadn’t expected to fall deeper than intended… and neither did he.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing, crying, yelling, alcohol consumption, drug use, insecurity, blatant disrespect (Eddie's a fuckboy), trust issues, arguments, mentions of bullying, mentions of rough childhood, mentions of past relationships, and explicit sexual content.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 ��𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I’m a slut for fuckboy!Eddie, and I know you are, too. So come on this journey with me, and let’s get horny, sad, happy, and angry together. As a family. I do not plan ahead, so expect the warning list to update as we proceed with the chapters!

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐀-𝐍-𝐎-𝐍-𝐘-𝐌-𝐎-𝐔-𝐒 1989, and Eddie Munson has branded himself the playboy of Indianapolis... particularly to your best friend, Winnie Ambrose. Finally sick of being manipulated, Winnie looks to you to take down the man. It was simple: make him fall in love, and break his heart. Only, is it ever really simple?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 With the seed planted, Operation Eddie Munson Must Die falls into plan, as—despite your dismay—a double date is secured with Winnie Ambrose, and Small-Town-Hottie Steve Harrington.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝

[twig-tea]

A question for you because you seem like one of those people who has watched everything: how did you get started watching bl, and what are your ultimate favorite shows?

Double-barrelled! I'm honoured.

How did I get into BL?

The short answer is that ~2016 the YouTube algorithm served me up Lovesick and I immediately went EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THIS and looked up everything else available and watched literally everything I could get my hands on (which at the time was easy because there was only a handful compared to today, but it still felt like a wealth of content to enjoy).

The longer answer is that I used to be really involved in GL (I was the secretary at the first Yuricon in North America in 2002 or 2003) and then BL manga fandom (was in a scanlation group for awhile) through ~2006? so its extra hilarious that this wasn't my route in; I apparently took a break right before they started making live action versions in Japan. But when I got into Thai BL it was fun rediscovering these tropes in a new medium and through the lens of a new-to-me culture, noticing how they differed and how the genre had matured (and how it hadn't), and on catching up on the stuff out of Japan, seeing some of the manga I read over a decade ago come to life! So I mention this history because it's definitely a part of why I stayed (and probably why the algorithm found me relatively quickly).

I only started tracking things in a spreadsheet in 2020 (and it's not nearly as comprehensive or useful as @absolutebl 's), but I did try to backfill the highlights of what I've seen and I have over 550 rows on there, fwiw. I'm a completionist so I do try to watch everything, though that's getting more and more impossible these days.

Ultimate Favourite Shows

This question is so hard. I know you didn't even give me a limit but you have to understand @lurkingshan, I can't choose favourites, I have a draft top ten list that has been blank for 3 years because I can't commit. Okok. I'm just going to list shows as they come to me (not in any particular order):

Thailand: Until We Meet Again, He's Coming to Me, Diary of Tootsies, WhyRU, Ingredients, Not Me, Secret Crush on You, I Told Sunset About You & I Promised You the Moon, Triage, You're My Sky, Make it Right, La Pluie, My Ride, Bad Buddy, My School President, Laws of Attraction, Moonlight Chicken, Dear Dr I'm Coming for Soul, To Sir With Love/Khun Chai, The Eclipse, Midnight Museum, Lovely Writer... Grey Rainbow [ducks, hides, runs away]

Japan: Doushitemo Furetakunai (no touching at all), Kinou Nani Tabeta (What did you eat yesterday?), Our Dining Table, Takara-Kun and Amagi-Kun, Old Fashioned Cupcake, 7 Days (mon-thurs & fri-sun), His (miniseries & movie), I Want to See Only You, Kieta Hatsukoi/My love mix-up, the Cherry Magic Movie, Life~Senjou no bokura/Love on the Line, 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us, Given (anime is my fave version), Tokyo in April Is..., Cornered Mouse Dreams of Cheese, Utsukushii Kare/My beautiful man

Korea: Our Dating Sim, Semantic Error, The Lover [BL side], Color Rush, Blueming, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, Love Class 2, Made on the Rooftop, Discipline Z, Light on Me, To My Star (yes both seasons), Strongberry (faves are Long Time No See, Confidential Coffee Break, and A First Love Story), Sing My Crush, Just Friends?

Vietnam: Goodbye Mother, Hey! First Love, Nation's Brother, You Are Ma Boy, Follow My Sunshine, FOOLs, Tien Bromance: My Small Family, Love Bill

Philippines: Gameboys, Gaya sa Pelikula, Boys Lockdown, Cheat [warning: horror], Your Home, Better Days

Taiwan: Be Loved in House, My DNA Says Love You, We Best Love (1 & 2), HIStory (Crossing the Line is my fave, and second fave is...Make Our Days Count [ducks, hides, burrows into ground]).

Other: Summerdaze (short from Singapore), Stay Still (Hong Kong), HeHe and He (Hong Kong, final season in progress but s1&2 are so funny) and the bromances/difficult to categorize: Scumbag System, Word of Honor, The Untamed, Guardian, Coffee Prince, Bromance (Taiwanese), Great Men Academy, Mr Queen, Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, SCI Mystery

*deep breath* ok I'm stopping lol narrowing it down any less than this gives me pain so I won't try. Also I'm sure I forgot something obvious (and Tumblr was eating drafts of this at various points). All I can say about this list is it's under 100 and that's the best I could do.

Thanks for the ask, and to anyone who made it this far thanks for reading!

[2darklymelanatedstories]

Secret Club

ft Piccolo&Vegeta&Whis)

I got this idea from @ zeldapanda. Thnx and enjoy love.❤️ I plan on making another part to this since this one's short.

_

Welcome to the club.

Where we like our tea a bit salty...if you know what I'm sayin'.

~

The door flew open and slammed against the wall, startling Piccolo and Vegeta making them almost drop their drinks. The angel stomped into the room and sat at the antique looking table he designed that matched with all the other decor.

"Uh, Whis–"

Whis raised his hand, automatically silencing the Namek. "Wait a moment let me calm myself down." He sighed.

"Just let it all out and punch stuff. It feels great, trust me.",Vegeta mentioned.

Piccolo sighed. "Spoken like a true hothead."

Before Vegeta can retort they hear the angel rant about his day with the obnoxious God of Destruction followed by,

"Why that little, stupid, whiny, purple Barney looking...!" Whis' teeth clenched as he tried to think of another insult.

"Bitch?",Vegeta suggested.

"Yes that as well." Being a angel who always had to be calm, Whis wasn't one to blow up very much. But in the this club he could let it all out.

Piccolo chuckled. "Beerus really got to you, huh?"

Whis sighed and rolled his eyes. "If he keeps on acting up I'll have to trade him in for Goku.",he said resulting in a laugh let out by the three of them.

"Speaking of that idiot," Vegeta mentioned as he placed salmon onto his plate. "Last week the buffoon tried to kiss me!"

Piccolo raised a brow. "What the fuck?"

"Get this, the idiot has never kissed before and was curious so decided to try it on me.",he spat.

Piccolo smirked. "Guess we know who he'll cheat on Chi Chi with now."

"Shut up!",Vegeta growled. "I'm way out of that idiots league. To think that empty headed man boy would even think he'd have a chance with me. The prince."

"Right.", Piccolo said sarcastically. "Well I'm going to direct this conversation away from Vegeta's obvious crush on Goku."

"I do not–!"

"Yes you do." Piccolo smiled knowing he pissed off the saiyan. "Anyway–"

"Just like you and Gohan?",Vegeta said with a smirk.

Piccolo scoffed. "Please, I wouldn't go out with that wide eyed softy in a million years."

"I don't blame you. With his nerdy looking ass and all."

Whis took a sip of his tea. "It's hard to believe he's Goku's offspring. What with Gohan seeming to have more brain cells than his father."

"Goku even forgets that Gohan is his son at times.", Piccolo said. "It's hard to believe Chi Chi is still married to him."

"Jealous?",Vegeta asked with a raised brow.

"Off what?" Piccolo scowled with a blush coating his cheeks. "We don't go there."

Whis giggled. "Oh my."

"That woman's voice is as ear piercing as Bulma's.",Piccolo commented. "Honestly how do you live with that?"

"Ear plugs." Vegeta said bluntly before they all started laughing. "And also leave my wife out of this Namek.",he said after composing himself.

Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Calm down Mr McDonald's, I was just saying."

"What'd you call me, Slug!",Vegeta growled. They both got up from their chairs and glared daggers at one another. Whis giggled. Although they came together to hate on everyone else it was quite fun for the angel to see these two argue.

"At least this Veggie burger here found himself a wife.",Whis added. "Instead of stealing one like you did with Chi Chi."

Piccolo sat down and muttered. "Need I remind you that he stole Bulma from Yamcha."

Whis clapped his hands and smiled. "Alright I guess you're both homewreckers."

Vegeta sat back down and scoffed. Piccolo then said something to get back into the prince's good side.

"Yamcha was a piece of shxt anyway."

Vegeta smirked. "Was? He still is. That sorry excuse for a fighter. Fxcking scumbag. Coward. Playboy. Lazy fxck–"

"You wanna talk lazy, how about Yajirobe. Tub-of-lard looking ass.",Piccolo spat.

"That moron didn't even help in the future in the fight against Black.", Vegeta paused taking a huge chunk of meat before continuing. "Fxcking idiot thinks he's all that and a bag of senzu beans just because he cut off my tail. All he did was stuff his fat cheeks."

"You mean like how you're doing right now?",Piccolo said.

"Slug!"

Whis tapped his chin. "Well he at least isn't as disgusting as Goku." Whis cringed as he recalled the times Goku ate in front of him.

"I swear, why do you saiyans have to have such huge appetites?" Whis sighed. "Don't even get me started on Beerus. If he keeps on eating the way he does he'll end up looking like Champa."

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh. "And here I thought no one could get a stomach greater than Yajirobes."

The Namekian helped himself to some cake and custard. Something he's been craving for a while. Sure he was Namekian but he was raised on Earth.

"I thought you slugs only drank water.",Vegeta said event though he's seen Piccolo eat a bunch of times.

"I eat socially.",was all Piccolo replied with.

Whis raised a brow. "Really? And here I thought you only ate whenever Chi Chi cooked."

"Shut the fxck up, you devil.",Piccolo growled.

"You say that and yet I'm not the one going to hell, demon.",Whis snapped back.

"How has Beerus not killed you yet?"

Vegeta quickly swallowed his food then commented. "The question you should be asking is why Whis hasn't killed Beerus yet?. I swear I have never met an angel so evil in my life."

Piccolo smirked. "That's because when they look at you they run away."

Whis snorted almost spilling out his tea.

Vegeta growled. "Well they're wise to fear the prince of–"

"McDonalds." Piccolo cut him off.

"Why McDonalds though?",Vegeta finally asked. "Why the hell?!"

"Because your widow's peak looks like the McDonalds logo."

"I could kill you right here and now.",Vegeta threatened.

"And here I thought Veggie burger didn't have any beef.",Whis joked.

Vegeta placed his plate on the table with a look of anger on his face. When it seemed his was about to lose it, he started laughing.

"I fxcking hate this. I'm gonna go train."

"Yeah, I should leave too.",Piccolo said standing up.

"I suppose I better get to Beerus." Whis tapped his staff on the ground twice and the food and leftovers vanished. "See you two next time."

"Yeah."

"Whatever."

[puff-mmd]

Was woken up at 4am and instead of sleeping like a normal person, i laid in bed and thought a what-if au where yakumo and kaisei actually did get together.

The effects were devestating, i was crying over fictional men before work, love that.

Anyways, so. How does it even happen.

The last time Kaisei sees Yakumo in the story is after he cuts Ciro off - tells him to not contact him outside of work, he won't hang out with him or Yoai anymore. This is a little bit after him finding out about Ciro's "girlfriend". He ends up with Yakumo again, because he's just.

He's so sick of being played with, used, cheated on, and ultimately alone. He really thought Ciro would be The One, but seeing as he had someone, and didn't even know for sure that Ciro liked guys, those hopes were again crushed.

He ends up breaking down about it in front of Yakumo in both versions. It kinda freaks Yakumo out, because he's so used to seeing Kaisei bounce back from these things.

"So this guy didn't work out, I'll try again! It's okay this guy turned out to be a scumbag, I didn't really like him all that much anyway."

Those kinds of things.

So when Kaisei is just crying, saying he's so tired of the same things happening over and over, Yakumo is worried. That even when he feels like someone will work out it's still the same result. He eventually stops crying, and he's quiet for a bit.

He's hoping beyond anything he knows that Yakumo might comfort him.

In the normal story, he stays quiet - Kaisei then gets up, gets dressed, and it's the last time he says goodbye to Yakumo (as after that is the whole after party scene a few days later, resulting in Kaisei learning the truth about Ciro and them ending up together).

In this au, as Kaisei is getting dressed to leave, Yakumo breaks the tension and asks Kaisei to stay with him. Every time Kaisei has come to him and cried about anyone, he's felt horrible, but never had the right words.

"I still don't know what to say, but I don't want you to go."

And so, Kaisei does stay. It's the first time anyone, let alone Yakumo, has ever asked him to. He's surprised, byt that shock kind of breaks him out of being so upset. I think some time that night Yakumo does end up spillibg his own feelings, and Kaisei, who has liked this guy since high school and has just resolved himself to never trying to find anyone to be happy with again, just accepts Yakumo's feelings.

The thing is, I know Yakumo will be happier, and Kaisei is happy with him, but it's just hard to think about because I know he would be happier with Ciro based on what he craves in a partner.

Yakumo is not going to be a really affectionate, open, and for lack of a better word, fun partner. That's just not who he is.

Sure, he might change a little, but it's not much.

And then thinking about Ciro, learning that Kaisei has a boyfriend now, is absolutely miserable.

The poor guy who's never opened himself up to loving someone that way, never even gets the chance to act on those feelings. He knows Kaisei isn't a cheater, and he wouldn't try to break people up anyway.

Yoai is absolutely pissed. She wants to drop Kaisei as a model because of how much Ciro is hurt by this. But Ciro is the one to say, even though he hates to, dropping Kaisei for a personal reason that he technically had no repsonsibility in causing, would be a bad idea.

So they still work together, but oh my god the pain in my chest imagining how Ciro must feel seeing him and still working with him despite those bottled up feelings is so bad.

Like I cannot, I'm sorry - I can't separate Ciro and Kaisei. They are like peanut butter and jelly, the moon and the stars, they just go together.

Sorry Yakumo, looks like you'll just have to move and find aomeone else, I can't fo this au 😔

[2rocksandastoner]

WHAT YOUR GO-TO MARIO PARTY CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU:

Mario: You’ve never played video games and you don’t really know who else to choose. If that’s not the case, then wtf is wrong with you

Luigi: You recognize that Luigi is #1 and that he deserves better. You’re pretty cool

Peach: You’re a 5 year old girl who’s only playing because your mom forced your siblings to let you in, you’re a female twitch streamer that probably sucks at the game but you still have a really good setup and view count, you’re a trans girl looking for euphoria, or you’re a roseboy

Daisy: You recognize who the superior princess is (if this is the case you probably hate Peach), OR someone took Peach before you could get to her and now you’re salty

Yoshi: You’re cool, probably have quite the appetite, and like how cute and carefree he is. You would die for Yoshi. You may also really like Kirby

Birdo: Trans rights, nice

Wario: You watch Family Guy unironically and like offending people for fun. You’d call someone a snowflake no matter what, even if they cried after you stabbed them. You’re a scumbag cis teen boy who’s totally about to cheat, especially if playing with little siblings/cousins. You need to touch grass urgently, but even more so if you’re an adult. You also think racism/bigotry in general is inherently funny. It’s not and you’re probably a walking red flag. How do you sleep at night

Waluigi: You’re jacked and get so many bitches. You’re a god at the game. Your friends adore you, you have an enormous dick if applicable, and you’ll get into a great university but will never get into Smash. Or you’re just in it for the meme and this is your entire sense of humour and it’s annoying 😐 Either way, you may be kind of a loser, but the font of loser may vary. You may also cheat at the game every so often but you’re not the salty type like Wario

Toad: You’re really annoying. Like, it’s your whole personality. You do have potential as a person unlike most people who play Wario, but this is still becoming a problem in your day to day life. Please seek help buckeroo, it gets better.

Toadette: You’re either a little girl or a grown man. If you’re neither of those, you’re cute, do you want my number?

Koopa: You’re scrawny and quiet. You also may not have much of a personality. You may also be a bit of a simp. Do you wanna pick another character?

Dry Bones: You’re scrawny and quiet but also kinda hot. Want my number? Also you may be alt/emo and have fringey hair and you probably don’t have the best diet but who am I to judge

Goomba: …did you hit that one on accident? If not, have you been doing okay mate? If I were to take a wild guess, you just need a blorbo in your life and happen to have questionable taste. Idk man but you’re difficult to read and I don’t like it

Hammer Bro: You’re a teen boy (likely cis) who wants to stand out from those who play Koopa (though you’re not much of a simp). You may also be kind of a dick like those who play Wario (though you have plenty of potential to grow and change as you get older), and you fight your friends with sticks for fun. You also may have had a nerf or sonic phase, and may also like metalworking, cars, or other stereotypical cis male stuff. You would probably call me a slur.

Boo: See Dry Bones, but you may not be scrawny. You’re a bit spooky, quiet, and intimidating at first but really really cool. You don’t smile a whole lot but you’re chill. You dye your hair a lot. Want my number?

Blooper: what

Kamek/Magikoopa: You’re probably a mage in any RPG game. Speaking of which you’re probably a nerd and probably not very into Mario Party. I’d still probably have a short lived crush on you. Keep your nerdy lil head up, fren

Shy Guy: You’re a shy guy yourself, or the feminized version of Shy Guy lives in your head rent free and also you’re trans. Regardless you’re kinda quiet, and you’re cool but either don’t see it, or you know it and (this may or may not be related) you’re kinda quiet (if related, it’s likely because that’s how some cool kids do it. Whatever floats your goat, man.) You’re chill/laid back

Spike: You just wanna be cool like the older cousins you’re playing with because they’re your favourites and you never get to see them, but you’re loud/talk too much and might be kind of annoying. Don’t worry, we know you’re trying your best. Keep smiling, friend :)

Monty Mole: You like to remain somewhat anonymous and blend in with the crowd. Everyone you play Mario Party with questions you, but you understand Monty. Monty probably understands you too in a way

Pom Pom: I have your social security number. Wtf is wrong with you? Where did your life go wrong? You’re certainly not okay in the membrane (as Lily would say). Stop

Bowser: Hey Daddy, I ain’t nobody’s butler but what kind of sandwich do you want me to make you? Pls take my number, there’s a chance you’re a red flag but the green flags who play Bowser are good enough to risk it all for 😍

Bowser Jr: You’re me. You also really like the Koopalings and wish you could play as them. Bowser Jr is your little blorbo and you love him to death. You’re cool. If that’s not the case, you’re the little sibling or cousin that nobody wants to play with because you’re a sore loser and a brat (and you know it and take pride in pissing everyone off) but everyone has to put up with you bc your parents/relatives/etc said they have to. If you’re an adult and fall within the latter category, you’re horrible to smoke with and you tend to get no bitches (I get bitches and run a stoner podcast loved by the rocks and our lovely listeners, it does get better mate) (link in pinned post to both the podcast itself and the trailer if you wanna listen to something stupid, we really appreciate your support!! <33)

Rosalina: You’re not as cool as you wish you were (at least not in your eyes), but your taste in women (if applicable) is pretty good. You want to be like Rosalina irl. Out of the main 3 Mario Girls, if Rosalina is your favourite, Daisy is likely your second favourite

Donkey Kong: You would rather play as Funky Kong, which is a red flag in itself, or you have big dick energy and are either jacked or <5’3”. Also, 🎶 D.K… Donkey, Kong… 🎶

Diddy Kong: You’re like the Toad players but think you’re special. You will either grow up to be homophobic just like your father, or you’re a trans preteen. You like arson and jetpacks, and you have may have trouble growing facial hair if applicable

Something feels missing here but I tend to be able to read people really well, lmk if you guys want one with every Mario Kart character :3

Bonus, Koopa Kid: damn youre old

[erigold13261]

Wait who is the one girl Cyril loved?

She doesn't have a name or design, basically supposed to be just a background character who never shows up in his life again (or the story) but is a major part of his backstory.

She was his first love/crush/relationship, something like that. The two were pretty happy until Cyril and Adder got close. Pretty sure I have the story going like Cyril kinda forcing a poly relationship, not really realizing that the girl was fully monogamous.

It didn't help that Adder was manipulating Cyril to leave his girlfriend (and his Ex-Jay friends in general) in order to be with him only. However this whole relationship was too much for the girl and she just left Cyril because she wasn't happy anymore (which just drove Cyril to Adder more).

So basically, Cyril forced a poly relationship without realizing it was hurting his partner (which can be seen as cheating, yes), and got broken up with because of that.

I have talked about this before but I couldn't find it so I don't know if I had something else happen or if Cyril just straight up cheated and THEN tried to make it a poly relationship (or if it follows this idea where he forces the poly and then is with Adder "legitimately").

All I know for sure is that the girl broke up with Cyril and Adder was one of the main causes for Cyril to even act like this (love the fact that both Cyril and West are most likely seen as cheaters and scumbags and Purl dates both even though they absolutely hate cheaters because of what Martha did to Neon J. Love my little blue hypocrite so much!)

[chuyinstheaterib]

Week 27 feb / 1 march

27 feb : Theory class... not much to sayy altouhgt the teacher did say we'd work with diff artistic designs but we didn't :( but oh well we leart acting techniquies whichh will be very very usefull for this partial beacouse...

1 march So after what felt like a month of theory ( obviously exagerating here xD ) well we did finally actingg and more excercises ( continuing the trend of being able to feel safe and in comfort with everyone in the class )

( representation of how we looked after today ) So we started with the energy bath like usual and we played/ did two activities / games ( I want to call them games couse they are... and even the teacher calls them that but like xxD it's so weird to call them games couse at the end of the day they are activities with purpose, they are educative games and of the best kind I would say :3 ) The first game was called ¨Only questions¨ which we started doing pretty chillingly, we just sat ina circle and in clock or counter clockwise we were tasked with doing questions about whatever without repeating what someone else did, we then added the difficulty levels of a specific place where the questions had to be based on and the asking whoever you wanted to ask and now this exercise.... xD was very funny we all said questions and the teacher did say we didn't have to think of questions, a sin I commited :(, but even when I did have questions in mind like Istg my mind changed of questions and came up with a new one, I remmember asking someone if they had parents when I wanted to ask them if they liked VOLTEC which came out of nowhere and gave for some laughs xD, it made everyone very comfortable with each other as making questions and hearing people and reactions made the enviroment a very friendly, I forgot I was in a class with lots of people I have never talked to / never talk to, and it made me even share laughs with people I thought I would dislike :) good exercise I want to play more of this and seeing how we get creative.

Some of my fav questions were ¨was it dirty¨ - Juanpablo ¨should we go to a jacuzzi alone?¨-Gera ¨Did you get back with your ex AGAIN?¨-Evellyn ¨DID YOU DRINK?!?!'¨ - Claudette ¨DId you like the girls¨-Myself and not a question but ¨Saldas¨-Emilia was a funny quote xD

The last exercise was the most chaotic and the best at putting us in a good enviroment, ( i'm realizing it either didn't have a name or I forgot xD ) basically we had a line in kind of a circle and in the moddle 3 chairs where 3 people would be participating at once, 2 people would speak to the one in the middle about whatever and the person in the middle had to talk to both of them as we all watched, it was chaotic and it was funnny how literally almost everyone created drama and like venting type of talks and a lot of them were real.... which when presented in a comedic way making fun of them and exagerating made them really interesting and gave insight to more of our peers. I personally just ranted about some things which had happened to me while exxagerating abit jsjs and I honestly regret not talking about more personal things and turning them into satire/ comedy as I was a bit scared at first and when I felt more relaxed about them it was too late. However i twas nice to hear the conversation about dead mothers, cheating scumbag exes, dogs that died, crashing cars, alcohol, more exes, crushes, more more more exes from our peers, I feel so much comfy with the group and while I might not talk to people outside the class inside I think we can all have a really good time :) I want more of this improvisation and talking, it is way more enjoyable than the cordination and movement activiites but that's a personal opinion, mainly couse I like the direct interaction these imply. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand talking about our exes and love is funny

(@ everyone in the class....)

[solar-serpent]

Pick-a-card: what love got in store for you?

From left to right: pile I, pile II, pile III, pile IV

Disclaimer: this reading is for the single, although there's one pile for people with romantic partners (if you pick it on your first attempt, the message might be for you). Remember to take what resonates and let slide what does not.

Pile I

You will receive an unexpected message of someone from the not-so-distant past. You will be at the gym, exercising or taking a walk when your phone beeps and you stop to see in disbelief a name that haunted your dreams for a while, followed quickly by the urge of dancing or letting a giggle out. You didn't want to give up on this one, but I think communication was lost at some point or the other person didn't come clean when called out and you saw no option but to leave at the threat of drama. The impact you had on this person was no joke, but they weren't ready to acknowledge the depth of their feelings for you at that time. They're perturbed by crappy experiences from past relationships and I daresay family members have set a bad example for them discouraging them in pursuing stability within a relationship. However, they couldn't forget you and that's why they're reaching out now to ask you for a new chance.

Pile II

I had contemplated not all these messages would be about romantic love, but self love as well. Remember you deserve love at all times, but the most important relationship is the one with yourself and it has to be nurtured, not ignore, please. That said, I want to congratulate for getting out of the dumps! I see a stronger version of yourself being about to make a debut, you've found confident in yourself and it shows! Your looks have also been affected, perhaps it's a new haircut or you finally dyed your hair of the color you ever wanted to. Is that a new nail polish what you're wearing? Or it's the daring hoops for you? You're glowing, dearest, and everyone can see it and you can see through them. You've been cheated and lied to in the past and you came back with eyes wide open ready to detect scumbags and fakies. You might have to delay dating for a while, here comes a time for self reflection and reassert your own worth. I'm also getting you should start studying the people surrounding you and weed out.

Pile III

Dear pile 3, I am speechless... do you really want a relationship? Or are you waiting for it to knock the lights out of you? Please, take a look around and see the line of admirers you got. Some might be reserved and keep their distance and thus it's not so obvious, but they all turn their head to your direction when you enter the same room. I can't pinpoint the blockage at hand, maybe it's you waiting for the others to give the first step but they usually do not and the ones who dare to are not to your liking. You might actually be a little bit clumsy, shy, and quick to dismiss the interest of others in you, therefore the spirits are asking you to be more assertive to see results. You are a manifestor, if you want the magic to happen you got to raise your wand first. Yes, it's a sign for you to go talk to your crush or in case you have none, please get to know people first before you decide they are not of your interest. I'm getting someone might surprise you, for both will be fully engaged in conversation.

Pile IV

Apologies in advance for the bittersweet undertone of this pile. It's for people who got crushes and partners already. If you're single and waiting for Cupid's arrow to hit you, I kindly invite you to try with another pile.

I see a young maiden blushing and fluttering her eyelids at her slow-witted love interest. I got the image of this hopeless romantic and emotional available woman craving for a real connection, and there's this knight in charming armor strolling downtown, he notices the woman at distance and then her demeanor and smiled warmly at her. He's merely entertaining her, no planning to approach her. The knight is used to be admired by others and enjoys the attention, as your crush seemly enjoys yours but they still have no motivation to take things further with you. Save the heartbreak and your dignity to be crushed by redirecting your attention to someone truly deserving of it.

In case you got a romantic partner, you may percieve them as distant lately and things are getting confusing between you two. Reevaluate your relationship, your partner might not be able to offer you what you want and you have known this for a while already (I'm sorry</3).

For more PACs: when did your future spouse realize you were the one?

[sugawarassoulmate]

Atsumu x time to love 🍑

I wuvvvuuuu 💖

hi hiiii

words: 583

cw: fem!reader, dubcon/noncon, drunk reader, scumbag!atsumu, unintentional cheating, atsumu taking advantage of a situation, minors dni

he’s had a crush on you for years, pitifully pining after you like some loser. but he finally has you right where he’s always wanted, squirming and moaning underneath him, it was perfect.

or at least, it might have been if you were actually here for him.

you meant to go to your boyfriend’s room—his brother’s room—but you must have been too drunk to realize that osamu had been passed out on the living room couch after the party. atsumu had woken up to you on top of him, hips grinding against his and hands wandering places they shouldn’t.

he should’ve had the sense to push you off, to bring you back to his brother where you belong. but the sweet sounds falling from your lips in between the soft kisses had rotted his brain. nobody would have to know, he could bring you back to osamu without anyone figuring it out.

atsumu’s wanted you for the longest—he saw you first, but that didn’t stop his brother from snatching you away when he got the chance. he deserves this.

he flipped the two of you over, melting at the doe-eyed look on your face. there isn’t a thought in your pretty head and he hasn’t even touched you yet. “ya want my cock, baby?”

his heart swoons with how quickly you nod, hands pawing at the waistband of his sweats. if atsumu tries hard enough, he can pretend you’re this desperate for him. he slips his hand past your bottoms, cursing when your slick meets his fingers. “fuck, so wet already. i don’t even have to prep you…”

“want you,” you mumble, pressing sloppy kisses against his lips, urging him to do something. atsumu couldn’t leave you begging—as much as it made him want to nut in his sweats right then and there. he tugs your shorts down before freeing his cock and rubbing it along your slit. “don’t tease, please…”

“so hungry fer cock, aren’t ya?” he slurs, groaning when he finally enters your warmth. “oh fuck…” all the times he fucked his fist to the thought of you could never compare to this. he feels like a virgin again, pent up and ready to burst at his first taste of pussy.

it isn’t until your hips meet when atsumu realizes how unfair the world is. why should his loser brother get to have you all to himself? look at how you’re crying around him without atsumu even having to move.

he could ruin you if he wanted, fuck you so good that his brother will never be able to fully satisfy you. and the sick part is that you won’t even know it. you’ll wonder why something’s missing every time osamu fucks you, never realizing that it was his brother just down the hall whose cock can make you see stars.

atsumu fucks you like it’s his last day on earth, his headboard slamming against the wall with every snap of his hips. your nails are digging into him, walls spasming with the anticipation of your release.

his knuckles tease your swollen clit, growling when your cunt tightens around him. “cum fer me, lil slut, wanna feel it,” atsumu’s delirious, the cruelty of what he’s doing completely lost on him. no betrayal has ever felt this heavenly.

you cry out his brother’s name when you cum but astumu’s too far gone to even let it register in his brain. in his delusions, it also sounds like you’re saying “tsumu, tsumu!” instead.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[appleofthemoon]

omg hii i saw you were doing the alphabet prompts thing and i was wondering if you could do v and jay? also i love your writing so much! your recent sunoo fic was a godsenddd.

note. thank you so much for joining in, the game's even more fun when there are more people ! and i'm so glad you enjoyed it, the sunoo fic was the result of me struggling to write for months.

code. valentine; how did they act when they were first crushing on their darling?

warning. allusion to stalking & murder, cheating.

if there was anything ceo! jay was an expert at, it was the art of concealing his true intentions. as one of the most notable figures in the business industry, he was fully aware that all eyes were on him. should he slip and tell the world that he was wrapped around your finger, you would resign and seek another job.

(he knew that implementing an audio perceptive device in your office would benefit him.)

to ensure that such a drastic action will not occur, he does not give you any special treatment. even if he knows that you overwork yourself to meet the deadlines that he has set for your department, he must remain ignorant. otherwise, one of the employees will catch onto his intentions and waste no time in handing the info over to the infuriating media.

just a little longer, he constantly reminds himself. give him some more time and he'll take you away from all the stress that your co-workers press upon you, even farther from your stupid little lover who never bothers to give you the things that you rightfully deserve.

“just a little longer,” he mutters through gritted teeth while watching the scumbag dare to pleasure someone else in the same apartment that you had bought for him. he feels the handle of the knife indenting his palm. the longer he waits, the thinner his patience.

oh well, he's sure his assistants are more than capable of handling one more corpse.

don't be scared, come in and join the fun !

[xutokawa]

I really love your s/o finding scratch marks, so I was wondering if you can do one for Bokuto & Hinata- if not Hinata you can do Akaashi uwu please crush my soul ~🥝

pairings: akaashi x reader, hinata x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.4k

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a/n: anon!! tysm for this request hehe. sorry it took so long to write :( but I hope you enjoy!! since i already wrote one for bokuto, it’s just hinata and akaashi in this one! also tysm guys for 400 followers!?!!??! i def don’t deserve it since i barely post oops but i still can’t be grateful enough for your support!

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

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Akaashi

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you checked your appearance in the mirror. 

“How do I look?” you teasingly asked your boyfriend. Looking up from his phone, his face immediately formed into a smile.

“Ethereal,” Akaashi replied, taking in your appearance. You giggle as you walked over to where he was sitting on your shared bed, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest. His scent filled your nostrils as you felt his hand reach up to smooth your hair. Warmth spread through your body. 

“You ready to go then?” Akaashi asked you.

“Ready when you are,” you replied, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes filled with adoration.

“Let’s go then.”

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The two of you were seated in a nice cafe, hunger satiated as the two of you talked. Your conversations were filled with smiles and laughter. Yet Akaashi’s smiles never seemed to truly reach his eyes. How could they when nothing but guilt filled his mind, when evidence of a drunken escapade was marked on his body?

Akaashi had noticed your intense gaze on his neck, shifting uncomfortably. Panic and dread rose to his throat at the thought of there being a hickey on his neck from the night before. Despite checking in the mirror countless times, he still couldn’t help but feel panicked at the thought of missing one.

“Is everything okay, y/n?” Akaashi tentatively asked, rubbing his hand over his neck. Snapped out of your trance, you meet his eyes before laughing it off.

“Yeah, just zoning out,” you tried to laugh off. You couldn’t shake it from your head. That couldn’t have been a hickey. Even if it was, Akaashi wouldn’t be so careless to not cover it, right? Unless he wanted you to see it. Tears pricked at your eyes. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, not wanting Akaashi to see your tears. 

As soon as you left his sight, Akaashi hurriedly checked his camera on his phone to see what you were staring at. Sure enough, a purple splotch was peeking out from underneath his shirt. Akaashi cursed as he wracked his mind with what to do. All he could come up with was pulling his shirt collar to one side.

His heart hammered in his chest. Would you break up with him when you came out of the bathroom? He felt his heart crumble at the thought of you leaving him. Akaashi was hoping he would eventually forget about his mistake and move on with his life with you. He just wanted to move onto the moment he got down on one knee, the moment the two of you would buy a house for the first time, the moment you held your children in your arms. He just needed to get past this moment.

He knew as soon as he saw you walk out of the bathroom. Your red eyes and blotchy cheeks gave it away. You saw, and now you knew how shitty of a person he was.

Silence enveloped the two of you as you sat back down.

“So you saw,” Akaashi confirmed. All you could do was nod in response.

“Wh-what do you want to do now?” Akaashi choked out. He truly didn’t want to lose you. It was like living in a nightmare, but the most he could do now was respect your wishes.

“I-” you started off, taking a breath before continuing, “I want to go back to the apartment.”

Akaashi silently nodded in understanding before gathering his things and leaving to pay. You buried your face in your hands, not fully grasping the situation at hand. Why was he acting so guilty? This was Akaashi, your boyfriend since your third year at high school. Never once did you doubt the love you held for each other during your relationship. 

“C’mon, y/n, let’s go,” Akaashi said, tentatively reaching his hand out to you. You debated whether or not you should take it, still unsure of everything going on. Finally, you gave him, letting his long fingers intertwined with yours. You almost wanted to laugh at how easily your unease washed away at his touch, how you immediately felt comforted, when the man who made you feel this way had traces of another on his skin. 

The two of you drove in silence, neither one of you sure of what to say in this situation. Confusion swarmed Akaashi’s mind. You obviously saw the hickey on his neck, yet you weren’t lashing out, demanding to break up with him. Yet he could see you were visibly troubled, your history and past with him getting in the way of your rationality. Guilt and shame pooled in Akaashi’s stomach. He shouldn’t be using his familiarity with you as a way to keep you with him. He was unfaithful, and deserved all the consequences. He knew that, no matter how heart wrenching it was to have you leave him.

Silence continued to envelop the two of you as you walked up to your shared apartment. As soon as you entered the threshold of your home, Akaashi attempted to start some sort of conversation.

“Y/n, I think we need-” Akaashi attempted to start.

“Baby, I’m really tired, can this wait till after I take a nap,” you cut him off. Maybe if you continued to pretend you saw nothing, that this was just another day, everything would be okay. You and Akaashi would be okay.

“You can’t just ignore what just happened, y/n!” Akaashi reasoned. Your detachment from the situation honestly scared him a bit. He would’ve expected you to demand him to move out, maybe even a smack across the face, but your reaction was unexpected and unsettling.

“Nothing’s wrong, Akaashi,” you said, tears beginning to pool, “I still love you, and you love me, right?” 

“Y/n-” Akaashi started, “of course I love you, which is why I can’t stand to see you like this! I fucking cheated on you! I don’t deserve your love! You shouldn’t be forgiving me! I don’t deserve you anymore!”

Tears began streaming down your face at his words.

“No, no no no, Akaashi, no! We’re supposed to be together! You wouldn’t hurt me like that, Akaashi, you love me too much to do that to me!” You tried to reason. Deep down, you knew. Even if the two of you somehow got past this moment, new insecurities from this moment would arise. Your relationship would never be the same.

“Y/n! Get it through your fucking head! I cheated on you! I’m a fucking scumbag who forgot how fucking amazing you are! I’m the asshole here! You can’t just forgive me like this! How are you going to forgive me when I’m never going to forgive myself?!” Akaashi’s voice broke at the end.

“Akaashi, stop it! There’s no proof!” You yelled back, not wanting reality to hit. Your eyes widened when Akaashi moved to pull his shirt over his head.

“Is this proof enough?” Akaashi started, “What will it take for you to realize? Did you want me to call them up? Have them tell you? Y/n, please, don’t put yourself through this! Fucking wake up and realize!”

You collapsed to the ground, sobbing as you took in his appearance. Hickeys littered his neck and chest, red scratches on his shoulders. It finally hit you. Akaashi cheated on you. He left you for another. 

“Why? Why did you have to ruin this, Akaashi!” you yelled, “was this not enough?”

“I don’t know, y/n,” Akaashi began breaking down, “I regret all of it. I would give anything to turn the clock back, but I can’t! This is reality, and we both have to face it whether we like it or not!”

Pain flared in Akaashi’s chest as your eyes met his. He watched as the love you held for him slowly dissolved from your eyes. His heart fell into pieces as you walked into your shared bedroom, only to emerge moments later with a small duffle bag. He recognized it. It was the duffle bag you used when the two of you took trips. You were leaving.

Tears freely flowed down Akaashi’s face as you wordlessly brushed past him, nothing sounding in the room except your hiccups. 

“Y/n,” Akaashi started, “where are you going?”

“Away,” you replied, giving no other explanation. The coldness and sadness in your voice sent knives into Akaashi’s heart, but it’s what he deserved. He couldn’t beg for your love again, or have the right to yearn for your warm embrace. He’s the one who ruined everything, so Akaashi could do nothing but helplessly watch you walk away from him, leaving him alone in a cold apartment.

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Hinata

“Y/n~” Your boyfriend whined, plopping his head into your lap. Your hand instinctively went to comb through his orange hair.

“What’s up?” You replied, not looking up from your phone screen. Your eyes finally met his, however, when he pushed away your hands, forcing you to look at him. One look at his pleading eyes was all it took for your heart to melt.

“Can we please go out today? The weather looks so nice,” Hinata pleaded, “Don’t you want to go to the beach?”

“But I just want to watch Netflix,” you whined.

“C’mon, baby. Please?” Hinata looked at you, bottom lip sticking out, “Let’s go outside and enjoy the sun! We can buy ice cream!”

You hesitated for a second.

“Ice cream and smoothies,” you said, “and we go to the mall tomorrow.”

Hinata sent you the brightest smile.

“Deal!”

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“Ugh, y/n, I love you so much,” Hinata mumbled out around a mouthful of ice cream. Giggling, you wiped the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” you cooed back, heart swelling at the sight of his smile. Hinata didn’t understand how you still managed to give him butterflies after five years of dating, but he wasn’t complaining. The way your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched when you laughed made him feel warm inside, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life like this with you,” you said, eyes shining with adoration as you looked at your boyfriend. The amount of love you held for the spiker in front of you was unexplainable. All you knew is he made you feel like you were on top of the world, the only thing that mattered to him.

Gasping dramatically, Hinata replied, “That’s insane, because I’ve been thinking that too!”

“Stop teasing me,” you laughed off. Hinata’s chuckles blended with yours. The spiker’s joy was cut off as guilt began rising in his stomach. Of course he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were his everything, the reason he felt like he could breathe easier, the reason everything in his world was so bright. But he knew he wasn’t faithful during your relationship. Hinata didn’t even know how it happened. All he remembered was waking up in a hotel room, his legs tangled with another’s. He remembered the feeling of his stomach plummeting to his feet once he saw the mangled marks on his back.

Hinata was pulled out of his thoughts by your voice.

“Is that Bokuto?” You questioned, gaze pointed at the sandy beach. Sure enough, the wing spiker along with Atsumu were there, standing on opposite sides of a volleyball net.

“Yeah, Kageyama and Hoshiumi are there too!” Hinata excitedly pointed out, already walking towards the volleyball match. You recognized a couple of other players standing around the area.

Hinata bounded towards them, yelling out, asking if he could join. You laughed as you watched him immediately settle into a disagreement with Kageyama before he came running back towards you.

“Y/n!” Hinata panted out, “I know this was supposed to be a date, but do you mind if I play a couple matches?”

You giggled as you saw the excitement shining in his eyes. 

“It’s no problem, I’ll just go shopping around the boardwalk! Call me when you’re done, but don’t play for too long,” you said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Yes! You’re the best! I love you,” Hinata said as he enveloped you in a hug before taking his shirt off and running back to the volleyball net. Your eyes immediately fell on his shoulders. 

“Shoyo, what’s on your back?”

Hinata stopped in his tracks as his stomach fell to his feet. He had completely forgotten about the evidence of his infidelity on his back. The prospect of playing beach volleyball with his friends overtook his rationality, and now he was paying the price for it. He whipped around, eyes now wide, panic replacing the excitement that was there moments before. The hurt swimming in your eyes was enough to make his heart shatter.

“Y/n, I-” Hinata breathed out, unable to form a complete sentence. The spiker felt his knees go weak as he watched you turn around and walk away from him, shoulders shaking. It wasn’t until he heard you say, ‘I won’t be going back to the apartment tonight, don’t wait up’ that he scrambled for his shirt, shoving it over his head as he attempted to catch up to you.

“Y/n, please wait! Let me explain-” Hinata ran after you. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide, when you turned around. Nothing but hurt blazed in your eyes as you looked him in the eyes.

“Explain what, Hinata? Did you want to go into detail about how you fucked someone else? Was simply cheating on me not enough? You don’t get to hurt me more than you already have,” you spewed back at him, venom laced in your words. Hinata’s face crumpled into sobs.

“No, y/n, that’s not it at all. I never wanted to hurt you, not ever! I’m so pathetic! I can’t even remember how it happened. It never should have happened, I can’t lose you like this,” Hinata sobbed, falling to his knees at your feet. The thought of losing you sent Hinata’s mind into a panic. His hands scrambled to find yours, clasping to them for dear life. You scoffed at his actions.

“Get up,” you said, looking away from his figure. Hinata hopefully looked up, hoping you would give him the chance to make it up to you. His hopes were shattered, however, when he met your eyes. Instead of the care and affection he was hoping to see, he was met with nothing but embarrassment and putrid hate.

“You’re making a scene. People are staring,” you said, looking around you, “I told you, I’m not going back to the apartment tonight. I’ll grab my stuff later.”

“I’m sorry,” Hinata choked out, “I’m so sorry for everything. Please, you deserve better. Someone who won’t forget what he has in front of him. Someone who will cradle your heart and give you everything you deserve. I love you, y/n. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish I could believe you when you say ‘I love you’, but we both know it’s not true at this point. No loving boyfriend would cheat,” you said lowly, energy drained from the situation.

“No, y/n. Please, if anything, trust that I love you with all of my being, and I would do anything to try and fix this. I can’t imagine my life without you, let me fix this!” Hinata sobbed.

“You should’ve thought about that before you ruined everything,” you said as you looked into his eyes. Tears pooled in both of your eyes. The hurt and regret was evident on the spiker’s face, but you couldn’t give in.

“Goodbye, Hinata.”

[reidsnose]

completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly (spencer reid x reader)

overview: spencer helps his best friend talk through her emotions

genre: angst? and fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating, bad coping mechanisms, idrk what else reader being upset for a little bit

a/n: this has been sitting in my notes app FOREVER but idk how i feel ab this one im usually strictly fluff so yall lmk :)

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you hated talking about your feelings. you knew it was unhealthy to keep it bottled and and 'deal with it on your own' but that didn't stop you from doing exactly that.

the worst part about your feelings right now was that you isolate to cope with them. you didn't want to interact with anyone at all because more likely than not you would lash out at them on accident. it just slips out sometimes.

when you trudged into the bullpen with your head down and your hands fidgeting with your zipper, you didn't even notice all eyes on you. you werent your usual happy self. you weren't being loud, you weren't cracking jokes. you were just begrudgingly existing amongst your favorite people and they knew there was something wrong.

"good morning gorgeous, its a paperwork day! that means no traveling!" garcia informed you brightly, trying to lighten my mood.

"oh. cool. thanks." you answered back, flashing her as much of a smile as you could muster after realizing the harshness of your words.

she shot morgan a look, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"hey pretty lady," he began as he walked over to you, "whats going on? did you drink some grumpy juice for breakfast?"

"no. im fine." you replied flatly, making your way to your desk.

"what in the world.." he whispered to garcia, not knowing you could still hear.

or maybe he did know. maybe he was trying to get on your nerves. no. this is the irritability talking. morgan was just being a good friend.

you groaned at your computer, retyping the same password for the 4th time.

this time Prentiss shot you a look.

"is everything ok?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"yeah my computer is being stupid." you rolled your eyes as it finally let you in.

"oh i know the feeling. if you need any help-"

"I'm alright. thanks." you cut her off, eyes glued to the file you were working on.

JJ, who had witnessed the whole interaction unfold, stood with her mouth agape.

"spence, your bestie needs you!" JJ tapped his shoulder and motioned to you.

he watched your jaw rhythmically clench and unclench. your tell. thats what you always did when you were irritated or angry.

"hey y/n," he hummed, sitting lightly on the corner of your desk, crinkling some of your paper work.

"Reid! my files!" you cried, swatting his thigh. he got up and murmured an apology.

"are you ok?" he asked simply, crouching down to meet your height as you sat in your chair.

"why does everyone keep asking me that!"

you knew why. you were being a bitch.

"you just called me Reid." he stated.

"its your name." you replied, not meeting his gaze.

"yeah but you always-" he began.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

he sighed, "if you need someone to talk to-"

"i don't need anyone to talk to because theres nothing to talk about!" you interrupted, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at the tone of my voice.

'i shouldn't be mean to him. why am i acting like this?' you thought to yourself

"ok, ill be over there if you need me," he threw his hands up in surrender.

you mumbled an ok and went back to distracting yourself with work. you were so invested in filing these cases you completely lost track of time and before you knew it, it was just you, Hotch, and Spencer left in the office. you vaguely remembered waving goodbye to your other coworkers but you didn't remember it being nearly 6pm.

"guys go home, you've done a lot today," Hotch said as he crossed the bullpen, making his way towards the glass doors.

"yeah i will i'm almost done," you answered, not looking up from my screen.

"good night, Hotch," Spencer called from the break room.

you stared at your screen, eyes burning. you did enough. you cant escape confronting your feelings much longer. you sighed as you began packing up.

as if on cue, Spencer walked out of the break room with two cups in his hands, steam rising from the both of them. your mood softened just a bit.

"here," he handed you your drink which he had filled with your favorite tea and sweetened just the way you like it.

"you didnt have to." you replied, setting down the warm cup as you finished packing up. he mirrored your movements, resting his satchel across his torso before picking his drink back up.

"i know." he answered simply, a gentle smiling resting on his lips before he took a sip of his own tea.

"im sorry for snapping at you earlier." you apologized, finally meeting his gaze. his eyes were soft and sweet and you felt a pang of guilt in your heart as they looked into your own.

"its ok. do you want to tell me why?" he asked, walking to the elevator with you.

"no. yes? i dont know. its stupid." you replied, looking down at the floor as you recounted your reason for my anger today.

"its not stupid." he spoke softly.

you scoffed lightly, "you dont even know what it is."

"so tell me."

"but its dumb!"

"y/n." he warned.

"my ex boyfriend, Ashton, is getting married to the girl he cheated on me with." you sighed, walking through the parking lot with Spencer.

"ah so Trashton put my favorite ray of sunshine in a bad mood." he joked, breath swirling around the cool air as he spoke

you let out a weary chuckle, "its not like i miss him or anything, i just wish i had someone! not him- i just- i want- ugh i don't know how to word this!" you grew frustrated, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your hands into fists.

you knew exactly how to word it.

you wanted Spencer.

"its ok, take all the time you need." he whispered, leaning on the hood of your car. you joined him, resting as you took a sip of your tea.

"why am i not good enough to be loved." you stated the question rather than asking it, eyes filling with tears.

"you are good enough and i promise you that you are loved more than you know." he affirmed gently, turning to face you.

"do you know why we broke up?" you asked, knowing if you acknowledged his previous comment you wouldn't be able to continue without sobbing.

"because he cheated on you." he answered confidently.

"no." you shook your head, fighting back tears.

"what? he didn't cheat on you?"

"he did. and i was going to forgive him for that."

Spencer started getting riled up, "what! why? you're worth more than that scumbag! you shouldn't ha-"

"Spencer just let me finish!" you cut him off. he went silent, chest rising and falling more rhythmically than it had seconds earlier. "he wanted me to chose. him or you."

"him or me?" he furrowed his eyebrows, voice much quieter now.

"mhm." you hummed not meeting his gaze, your cheeks redder than you'd like to admit.

"i don't understand." he breathed.

"he thought i was cheating on him with you. he had no proof and it w-"

"oh this is all my fault. y/n i'm so sorry!"

"no! spence its not your fault!" you grabbed his arm to reassure him.

"it is! your boyfriend broke up with you because of me! and now you're sad and lonely and its all my fault!" he cried, looking worriedly into your eyes.

"first of all, i broke it off with him, he just gave the ultimatum. secondly, you did me a favor."

"how?"

"by showing me who i was really dating. a cheating, insecure scumbag who was quick to replace me when i left."

"i guess thats true."

"and id pick you over him any day." you admitted, looking back down at the ground. he nudged your shoulder playfully and you cracked a sad smile

"im sorry i made you sad and lonely."

"you didnt. id be sad and lonely anyway."

"why? you would still have a boyfriend if it wasn't for me."

"i don't want a boyfriend if it isn't you."

shit. shit.

the words toppled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"what?" he asked, wide eyes and looking a little shocked. spencer was sure in that very moment that if he heard you correctly hed simply explode.

"i- no this was a bad idea. i just ruined everything didnt i!" you were speaking more to yourself, exasperated at your own stupidity.

"no," you felt him place a finger to your chin and lift your gaze to meet his, "im glad you said it because now i can admit it."

"admit what?"

"that im completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you."

"spencer dont play with my heart like this. are you being serious?"

"yes. i am." he said with a strange confidence than you had never heard before. hesitant but sure.

"oh thats so lucky because i am completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you too." you admitted, feeling about 100 pounds lighter, like you could fly. he pulled you into a bone crushing hug which you eagerly accepted. "i should talk about my feelings more often."

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, "yes you should."

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Long gone

hey thanks! I hate it.

Sero x Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, bad feelings

Word count: 1,047

Summary: you remember how Hanta used to hold you, how happy the two of you used to be. you wonder what changed, he already knows.

Hanta watched as you slept, and like he did every night, he thought about joining you, he thought about how warm your body would feel, how happy you would be to wake up with him beside you. And as he did every night, he decided against it. He let you sleep and went to the guest room. Going to bed alone. As far as you knew Hanta got home long after you went to bed and would be gone again long before you’d wake up, that was true, but he just didn’t bother to crawl into bed beside you anymore.

It had been months since he’d slept with you, even longer since he’d slept with you. He sighed crushing the pillow around his head trying to block out his own thoughts. He really should tell you. You deserved to know. But he didn’t think he could live without you, he knew that the second you looked upon him with disgust and heartbreak, he’d keel over right then and there and die.

What a selfish prick he was, he’d been the one to break your trust and now all he was worried about was how it would affect him when you found out. Even still, he really should tell you.

Hanta had asked you one time what you loved most about him. And you’d told him you loved how loyal he was. He hadn’t understood that at first, he didn’t think he was all that loyal. He’d been thinking about that moment a lot lately, while he stayed in the cold guest bed trying to sleep. Now at least he thought he understood, he wasn’t loyal or loveable at all, you were just a saint, seeing the good in everyone, even when it wasn’t there.

It had been a mistake, that much he could say. He was drunk and lonely. And she smelled like you. It was so easy to put his nose in the junction of her neck and collarbone and pretend it was you. He wondered if that would make you feel better, the fact that he pretended it was you when he was cheating on you. He really had to tell you.

“Morning Hanta- don’t you usually sleep in on your days off?” you asked as you entered the kitchen. You smiled at him sleepily, and he couldn’t help but return the smile. Hanta collected you into his arms and kissed you good morning. You snuggled closer to him, still only half awake.

“Couldn’t sleep, sorry baby,” he whispered against your forehead, before handing you a cup of coffee just how you liked it.

“Thank you, I love you,” you said

“Love you too,” he responded automatically. He really should tell you, but god he didn’t want to. You seemed so happy blissfully unaware like this, he was happy. Maybe his mistakes could stay hidden in the past, he could forget about it and move on, and you’d never have to know.

You sat down on the couch in the living room, curling up on the edge of the loveseat, you craned your neck over your shoulder to look at him. “Come I’m taking my morning cuddles now please,”

He grinned and happily took his place beside you. Pulling you into his arms peppering your face in kisses.

“Hanta!” you shrieked “I’m going to spill my coffee,” you laughed as he kissed you his lips smacking obnoxiously as he kissed you.

“Sorry baby, I just can’t get enough of you, you’re sweet as candy,” he teased, finally relenting. Just holding you, enjoying the early morning energy.

“Hey Hanta,” you called getting his attention. “I really like this couch, but uhm I think we might need a new one soon,” you said. Hanta looked down at the couch, it wasn’t old but it didn’t look brand new anymore, he could see getting a new one.

“Sure baby, pick out whatever one you like and I’ll help you take it home,” he said. Knowing you, you’d probably been thinking about this for a while, probably already had something picked out.

“A bigger couch,”

“Sure,”

“Big enough for another person.”

“We’ve got room for that,”

“Like a baby.” oh. Oh. That’s what you were getting at.

“Wait,” Hanta pulled back and looked at you, you couldn’t be pregnant, no you would have known much sooner if you were, unless. Unless you had cheated on him. “You’re not-”

“No, I’m not, but I want to,” you took his hand and placed it on his stomach. “I want to start a family with you Hanta,” he could feel his heartbreak. Maybe he could keep his dark secret if it was just you. But a child, it would hurt them too to know that their scumbag father had cheated on their mother.

“I’d like that too,” he said wrapping his arm around your waist, “but first I think we need to talk,” he was an awful son of a bitch who wasn’t good enough to deserve you. But he would tell the truth.

“Oh.” that was all you said you were on the other end of the love seat curled away from him, “Can you leave me alone for a while?” you asked, your voice small, weak. Hanta could feel himself shatter inside, it was worse than he feared, he wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but at least he wasn’t keeping a secret anymore.

“Yeah, I’ll leave,” He hated seeing you hurt, he wanted to soothe you and help, but he couldn’t so he left. He stayed out of the public eye that day until he received your text letting him know he could come home.

It was clear that you had been crying but you still smiled when you saw him. “I love you,” you said hugging him. “A-and I forgive you, We can work through this together,” you said hugging him. “I want to work this out, I want to have a family with you,” Hanta held you, you really were an angel, too good for this world. Too good for him. If he really was a hero he’d leave you and break things off here and now so you could go on to better things.

But if Hanta knew anything about himself, he knew that he was evil.