#i was about to compliment the motorbikes but then i was like 'oh there's the drama for universal they still work with The Magic TERF Author

[moth-nana]

hii! how are you doing? i hope u dont mind, this is my first time. may i ask for tokyo revengers Mitsuya, Draken and Rindou where they compliment or appreciate in general (words of affirmation) to their s/o but she reacted to them by crying? because she doesnt rlly get that much of attention and praises, so she gets emotional when she heard it. i wanna see howd they react to that. i hope this is okay!

Takashi Mitsuya, Ken Ryuguji, Rindou Haitani

Prompt: TR boys compliment/tell how much they appreciate the reader and the reader starts crying because she doesn't get to hear that as much/often as she should.

Words: 1 k

A/n: I'm doing well, thank you for asking. I got so excited when you asked this and had so much fun writing this. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do 🫶 ps: leave me reguests any time you want. I love making these🫰

Takashi Mitsuya

You and Takashi had started dating three weeks ago and you had just been introduced to Luna and Mana, his little sisters, who had been so nice. You had a really good time. You had played with them as Takashi had prepared supper for you four. Luna had given you lots of questions about yours and Takashi’s relationship and you had answered any questions as well as you could.

In the end all four of you ended up eating Takashis cooked curry chicken and rice that tasted so good. You were so happy just to be there with him and his sisters.

You sat next to Takashi on his bed listening to music that was coming from a radio he had turned on minutes ago. You leaned your head to his shoulder. You felt so calm and happy.

Takashi turned to look at you with a big warm smile on his face. “I really appreciate you being here,” Takshi nudged your shoulder in an affectionate way before continuing, “I really appreciate and care about you,” You had listened to him and held back tears. They weren’t necessarily tears of sadness. They were more like tears of happiness that came out of being cared for the first time in a long while. Your eyes couldn’t hold back those tears anymore and they fell down your cheeks like rain. Takashi looked slightly taken back before he hugged you. He brought your head to his chest, caressed your hair and whispered calming words to you. “Hey, it’s okay. You're okay.” He whispered to you. You nodded your head as you tried to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks to your neck.

When you had calmed down he had whipped all your tears from your cheeks away with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled at you the whole time. “Don’t cry or you’ll make me cry” Takashi kissed your cheek and a spot under your eye. “I’m sorry… I just don’t ever get told anyone appreciates me like that.” You sniffled and he kissed the tip of your nose. “You should be.” He whispered.

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

You and Draken had been on a date for the third time ever. He had taken you to eat at a restaurant. It wasn’t fancy but it was what you wanted. He had tried to pay but you had been quicker and paid for both of you which had stunned Draken for a good two seconds.

Draken had never really been that affectionate in public but you both had had long days and taking a walk when the sun was setting was something that seemed good after eating at a restaurant. You had exited the restaurant hand in hand.

You two had hopped on his motorbike and he had driven you to a place near a river that flowed down calmly. Your hands were attached to each other like it was the most natural thing ever as you two made your way to sit on the grass.

“I hope this won’t stain my jeans.” You laughed as you sat down next to Draken. He gave you a loving smile. “I don’t think it will.” He said and you giggled.

The sun was setting. It looked beautiful and all those golden and orange lights made you look like a goddess in Drakens eyes. He was admiring how beautiful you were. He had always thought that you were beautiful but oh, how beautiful you were now. Nothing had been prettier before.

“You are so beautiful.” Draken had whispered under his breath and that made you look at him. He had this look of awe on his face. And then he looked concerned as he noticed that a lonely tear had fallen down your cheek. “Hey, don’t cry.” He whipped it away but those words made all the tears that were sealed into your eyes flow down your cheeks and he was in a loss for words. You sniffed and nodded your head. You hadn’t been complimented like that ever before. He had cupped your face to the palms of his hands and he was wiping tears away with his thumbs. “Thank you.” You sniffed and then laughed. He kissed your forehead. “My beautiful girl,”

Rindou Haitani

You had had a long day. Your winter holidays had just started but all the stress of the last school week was not gone yet. You had three exams the past week that had taken all your energy. Now that you were sitting next to Rindou on the train towards your place after a date you were on you felt tired. You were happy but tired at the same time. If you could just close your eyes and fall asleep, your head on the shoulder of your boyfriend, you would.

You fell to your bed as soon as you and Rindou had made your way into your apartment. He watched you with a big smile on his lips as you were getting comfortable on your bed. You weren’t that tired anymore but feeling the softness of your mattress was comforting. You made space for Rindou to lay down next to you and he did.

You laid there both on your sides and faces inches apart. He had removed his eyeglasses that he had on a few minutes before so they wouldn’t get bent and you had been watching him. He looked eternal to you.

Rindou was admiring your face for all the little details that set you apart from other people. He had the urge to trail his finger along every line of your face, to memorize it entirely. “You are so pretty.” He whispered with a soft and affectioned voice that held so much adoration and love towards you. His compliment made your eyes fill up with tears that you couldn’t contain. Your tears fell to the pillow under your head. Rindou brought his hand to wipe away all your tears gently. “Hey, don’t cry.” He whispered “You are beautiful, gorgeous and my darling” He whispered trying to comfort you, succeeding to make you cry even more. Your lips held a smile but your eyes cried tears that contained all the frustration from the week before and the lack of compliments and appreciation you hadn’t received in a long time. “Thank you.” You whispered.

[dakogutin]

written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: monster

300 words

"Okay, this is serious,” Harry says as he receives the small helmet for Sirius’ motorbike.

“Oh, is it?” Sirius answers offhandedly.

“You know how you haven’t had a boyfriend for an eternity?”

That certainly calls his attention. Sirius gapes at his godson before a bubble of laughter escapes his throat. “Alright. First of all, by choice.”

“Hmm,” Harry replies in a particularly unconvinced tone that can only be acceptable when expressed so freely by children. “Well, anyway, I have this teacher…”

“No.”

“He’s really tall and really funny,” Harry goes on, “You’ll like him a lot.”

“Harry!” Sirius bursts out laughing. “You are not setting me up with your teacher!” 

“I’ve done the maths, alright?”

“What are you on about?”

“Listen, I’ve done it in my head.” 

Sirius sighs, “Oh, go on.”

“The chances of me getting a better grade in his class is a lot higher if you two get together.”

It prompts another wave of laughter. “Harry, no. This is ridiculous. Since when did you even have a bad grade?”

“I don’t,” Harry says haughtily. “It just never hurts to get higher grades.”

“Wow.” Sirius leans his hips on his motorbike for support. “James and Lily created a monster.”

But then Harry's face lights up and he's waving at someone behind Sirius. "Mr Lupin!"

"Hullo, Harry." A mild but deep voice says. 

When Sirius turns, he discovers the voice belongs to a tall and gorgeous gentleman with eyes like honey and the most pink lips he's ever seen.

"Hi. I'm Harry's teacher. You must be the famous Sirius," Lupin says with a smile. "Harry talks about you a lot. Nothing but compliments, of course. Isn't that right?" He throws Harry a wink. A wink. 

Sirius' brain fails to formulate a response within an acceptable amount of time so the teacher begins speaking again.

"Well, I'll best be on my way now. See you tomorrow, Harry. And nice meeting you… Mr?"

Sirius shakes his head, snapping himself out of his trance. "Just Sirius."

"Alright, just-Sirius. I hope I'll see you again."

And with that, he's off.

Sirius can sense the smugness from his godson beside him. He preemptively holds up his hand and says, “When’s your next PTA meeting?”

[yandere-writer-momo]

Trade piece for @thepastelspace 💕💕

Ily 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Shiba Chiharu x Afab reader

Fluffy content! Chiharu’s first crush!

Baki Shorts: A Piece of Me

…………………………..

Chiharu’s breath was caught in his throat the moment he laid eyes on her. The yakuza’s cheeks a bright red when her eyes met his.

“Chiharu Shiba, right? My dad is feeling a bit under the weather so I was your mechanic for the last few days.” The young woman gestures to the modifications she’s done to his motorbike. Her skill was even better than her father’s… this was a work of art! “Hope you don’t mind that I did it.”

“You look great...” Chiharu whispered before clearing his throat. “Your craftsmanship is great!”

He was a bit embarrassed to be openly complimenting a woman, but he couldn’t help himself… she was a sight for sore eyes.

“Thank you so much.” She thanked him and held out her hand to him. “The name is (your name).”

Chiharu hesitantly shook her hand, the biker marveling at how much smaller her hands were than his. She was so much smaller than him and yet she was working on cars and bikes. He admired her work ethic.

“I’m Chiharu Shiba.” He introduced himself. It took everything in him not to brag about himself but he really wanted to leave her with a good first impression. Chiharu really wanted to see her again.

(Your name) smiled warmly at him. His red cheeks and starstruck expression were an obvious giveaway of his puppy crush on her. She thought he was cute.

“You can let go of my hand now.” Chiharu quickly pulled away his hand and scratched the back of his head. How embarrassing…

(Your name) giggled at his reaction. He was a pretty funny guy to get so flustered over holding hands like that. She really wanted to tease him some more, but she must remain professional.

“I’ll go get your keys.” She smiled at him. Chiharu had already paid her father upfront so she didn’t have to worry about payment. Chiharu was an honest man and she didn’t feel scared to be around him despite his reputation.

Chiharu marveled at the work done on his bike. It looks like she even spruced it up a bit… Chiharu would definitely book her again. He loved her work.

“Here you go!” Chiharu was handed his keys, the young woman giving him a bright smile. “Thank you so much for booking with us, I love the purple jacket by the way.”

Chiharu watched her as she walked away, his words stuck in his throat. She liked him in purple? He’d be sure to wear it every time he saw her then…

Chiharu shook his head and plopped himself on his bike. The yakuza giving her one last glance.

Damn it… he had a crush. A huge one.

Chiharu started the bike and drove off, (your name) watching him drive off from the garage. What an interesting man he was…

Her eyes glanced over at the desk, a three headed dragon key chain sitting beside the stack of papers. Seems it fell off his keys…

The stars must’ve aligned to give her such an opportunity to call the blonde. She wondered how he’d react when she gave him a call?

Her fingers slowly dialed the number he gave her father. A warm feeling consuming her with each button that was pushed. This was the start of something new and sweet.

Chiharu answered after the first ring, a smile on her lips.

“Hello?”

“Hey you dropped a little key chain off your keys.”

“Keep it. Think of it as a little piece of me…” (your name) could hear Chiharu take in a breath. “May I have a piece of you as well?”

“Oh? And what kind of piece are you wanting?”

“Just your number.” A soft giggle escaped her lips.

“Well of course… a piece of me for that piece of you.”

And just as she thought… this was the start of something sweet… a first love.

[rowretro]

𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

✧PROLOGUE✧

Babe lee, she's the new transfer student. So many students were already gossiping about this new student... she has a motorbike, she smokes, and her skirt is so short... but she has style.

"Hi- im the new transfer- Babe, ooh I love your hair by the way you're so pretty!" Babe smiled sweetly. Her words were genuine, and the girl was quite stunned by Babe's compliments as she thanked her and led her to the principal's office.

Babe lee, she's the new transfer student. So many students have started loving her though it's only been a week since she joined... She's a sweetheart, she's funny and cute, she may not be the prettiest of all, but she still is pretty, she's inclusive, always making a strangers day, and she was always kind... Too kind...

7 boys, Enhypen they named themself, Sons of the most biggest Mob bosses known in history. Taking after their fathers, they're a loyal group of broken boys, handsome, dangerous mafia boys. Girls can simp for them, only from afar... in fact some even got the chance to sleep with a few of them, given that some of them are playboys...

Lee Heeseung, the oldest of the group was one of the biggest playboys like Jake and Sunoo. Sunghoon loved to flirt a little here and there, but never liked the idea of sleeping with those girls he considered himself to be too good for. 

Nishimura Riki, Yang Jungwon and Park Jongseong, the most violent and merciless of the group. They'd openly murder enemies and get away with it given their power. Oh you do not want to get in trouble with the boys... every area within 10 ft of their appearance is corrupt and dangerous.

It all started in art class when Babe Lee offered on of her cherry lollipops with a sweet smile to the Nishimura Riki.... the most violent of all the boys. His dark eyes, piercing into hers...

Not one soul ever approached the boys, only the slutty ones, but they would never dare to even look in Riki or Jungwon's way....

But for the first time... a sweet little girl is standing there before him offering a heart-shaped cherry lollipop. "Woah- im jealous- I wish I had pretty lips like yours- has anyone ever told you you're handsome?! Im Babe im new here and I sit next to you in art" the girl smiled introducing herself. 

With a creepy smirk, and his eyes, lacking any sort of warmth, he took the lollipop "Riki." he introduced himself quite simply.

Since then... things took a turn into a dark road....

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

[wicked-jade]

F, O, T for the Fanfic Ask Game

Thanks for the asks!! 💗💗💗

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This one's hard, because writing dialogue is my favorite thing. I feel like I could post the entirety of 'I Ain't Evil (I'm Just Good Lookin')' because that whole thing is basically all banter, and I love it dearly. But Daniel's whole drunken 'teenage karate biker gang' rant still stands out in particular:

“Well, maybe if God doesn’t want to be called a crackhead, he should put down the fucking pipe!” Daniel argued, his voice getting louder and his gestures wilder. It was a good thing Johnny was mostly sober and had excellent reflexes, because he had to duck to avoid an accidental black eye. “Like, what even is my life?” Daniel continued, warming up to a full-blown rant. “There I was, just an innocent kid from Jersey, minding my own business –”

“Oh please, like you’ve ever minded your own business!” Johnny muttered darkly, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and settled in for the incoming tirade.

“Bite me, Johnny,” Daniel snarked back, though without any heat. “Like I was saying, there I was, minding my own business, when my Ma up and forced me to move to this place. And what was the very first thing that happened when I got here? I became the mortal enemy of a teenage karate biker gang.”

Johnny burst out laughing. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? A teenage karate biker gang? Really, LaRusso? That’s what you think we were? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Do you know how ridiculous you guys looked?” Daniel countered. “Look, you were teenagers. You knew karate. You rode motorbikes. And you ganged up on people you didn’t like,” Daniel reasoned, poking Johnny in the chest with each point. “Teenage. Karate. Biker. Gang.”

“I mean, to be fair, we didn’t really gang up on people in general. Mostly just nerdy little girlfriend stealing pipsqueaks from Jersey,” Johnny argued with a sly grin.

It was Daniel’s turn to roll his eyes. “You even had leather jackets with a special little club patch. You were definitely in a teenage karate biker gang, John.”

“Okay, okay!” Johnny held up his hands, conceding the point. “Biker gangs are badass, so I’ll take it as a compliment,” he added graciously.

Daniel frowned, like he was trying to figure out his train of thought before Johnny so rudely derailed it. “The biker gang isn’t the point. The point is that I attract karate psychos at an alarming rate. First it was you –”

Johnny opened his mouth like he was about to take offense, but then he just snapped it shut and shrugged, like, ‘fair point.’

“Cool. So you’re saying I was your first?” He smirked instead, with a smug bounce of his eyebrows.

“Then there was Okinawa,” Daniel stressed, not quite drunk enough to take that bait, no sir. “Getting sucked into Mr. Miyagi’s whole blood feud situation. Being forced into a deathmatch with a knife-wielding karate maniac –”

“I thought you only honked his nose?” Johnny interrupted again, barely suppressing his laughter. “And Chozen’s like, your karate cousin now. He sends you weird Japanese KitKats, and lovingly hand-crafted copies of ancient scrolls and shit.”

“Shut up, Johnny! You ate like, all the Sake and Strawberry Tiramisu flavored ones, you dick.”

“Are you going somewhere with all this?” Johnny chuckled, hiding his shit-eating grin behind his hand.

“Yes!” Daniel insisted, though he honestly had no fucking clue anymore. He took another drink to buy some time but was still at a complete loss. “Umm, where was I?”

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

I would say it usually starts with the characters. Most of my stories are more character-driven than plot-driven, anyway. Usually it's some random image or scenario or snippet of dialogue that pops into my head and won't leave me alone, and I end up building around that.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

There are some I'm ambivalent too, but I can't think of anything that I just outright despise. Like, just as an example... omegaverse stuff doesn't really do much for me, but I'll give a story a chance if the premise sounds interesting, or if it's written by an author whose work I already like and trust. As long as it's well-written and in-character, I'm pretty open minded to giving most tropes a chance.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Stargazing

PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Best friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | Tom invited you for a nice dinner at his place, and the two of you ended up in his garden, watching the stars in each other's arms. When you both see a falling star, you make a wish, but the two of you don't know that you're both wishing for the same thing; to be friends for the rest of your lives.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader is a smoker (as a coping mechanism),

A/N | If you have a request for Tom, please don't hesitate to drop them in my inbox! I'd love to work on more fics for him, and I always think all of you come up with the best ideas! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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Main Masterlist | Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Tom has invited you for dinner tonight, and you're getting ready to head there. The two of you have been friends for a long time and share absolutely everything whit each other. Recently he has been helping you through a tough breakup, and once a week, you have dinner together. Tonight, it's at his house.

You come out of the shower and wrap yourself in your fluffiest towel and your hair into a smaller towel for your hair. The mirror is fogged up from the steam, and you wipe it away to get a good look at yourself.

Ever since the breakup, you haven't been taking the best care of yourself, but for a week or two, life seems kind to you, and you're definitely getting better.

When you're done looking at yourself, you walk into the bedroom and towards your closet, trying to pick out an outfit for dinner. You inform Tom you'll drive to his house on your motorbike, so you need a comfortable fit.

Eventually, you settle on a black outfit with a red leather jacket and a pair of Dr. Martens. You dry yourself off and get into some comfy underwear before getting the clothes on, finishing it with your glasses.

The next step is your hair and make-up, but you decide to keep it simple, so your hair is styled in its natural form, and your make-up is natural too. When you're happy with the look, it's time to leave; you never told Tom when you would arrive, so you decide to make your way over now.

The drive to his house is lovely; the weather works in your favor today. By the time you arrive, you park your bike in his backyard, not wanting it to be stolen.

Tom left the patio doors open, and you walked in through those; he was already preparing for dinner by the smell of it.

''Tom, I'm here!'' you shout, and not long after, he emerges from the kitchen with open arms.

''Y/N! It's good to see you!'' he says, a big smile immediately appearing at the sight of you. ''Looking even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,''.

''Oh Tom, stop it!'' you say as you softly swat his chest, but you secretly enjoy it when he compliments you. You wrap your arms around his waist as he pulls you in for a hug.

''I missed you,'' he says, kissing your hair, and you don't want to let go just yet.

''I missed you too, but I'm glad I'm here again. Your food smells amazing, by the way; what are you making for me today?'' you ask, following the scent to the kitchen.

''I decided to keep it a little on the easy side today when it comes to dinner, so I'm making creamy penne with sausage and sun-dried tomatoes. I will make some garlic bread too, and I have a special treat for dessert. Still, you will have to wait to figure out what that will be,'' Tom says as he returns to his spot at the stove, ensuring everything is still going according to the recipe.

''How is work? You started the filming for season 2 of Loki, right?'' you ask, and he gets a slight smile.

''Yeah, it's incredible, actually. Can't tell you too much about it yet, but it's nice to get back into the swing of things,'' he says, and you nod. You're not an actress, but you can guess how it feels.

''Fair enough. Well, I can't wait to see it! Can I go smoke outside? I'll be right back,'' you ask, and he nods.

''I still think you should stop, though; it's bad enough he ruined your relationship; you shouldn't let him ruin your body like that, too,'' Tom says, referring to your ex-boyfriend. It's because of him you started smoking to get through the days.

''I know, and I will soon,'' you say before stepping outside, grabbing your cigarettes from your jacket pocket and your lighter. You put a cigarette between your lips and light it before taking a deep inhale.

''How's work going for you?'' Tom asks as he walks your way.

''Stressful, mostly. But that's what you get when you're the head of marketing,'' you shrug, blowing the smoke out slowly. This is the easiest way to clear your head, and even though you're already smoking less, you should stop soon.

''That's fair. Maybe it's time for you to get someone to help you; it's not healthy to be this stressed out for so long,'' he says, and again, you know Tom is right. ''You're already going through a tough enough time, and I need you to take good care of yourself. I'm not ready to lose you at such a young age,'' he says, making you tear up a little.

You and Tom have been inseparable for years at this point, being friends since college. You two were friends with the same people, but you two are the only ones left in that friend group.

When your cigarette is gone, you put the bud in the ashtray he always leaves out when you visit and head back inside after popping two tictacs in your mouth.

''Do you want me to prepare the dinner table while you finish cooking?'' you ask, and he nods.

''That would be appreciated, thank you,'' he says, walking back into the kitchen.

You grab two placemats, as well as two bowls and cutlery. You place them on the table outside since it's a beautiful day. Lastly, you grab two wine glasses and a bottle of wine out of the fridge before putting those down as well.

''Alright, the table is ready, so we can eat when the food is done!'' you tell him and walk back to the kitchen to see the progress of the food.

Suddenly the oven bell dings, notifying that the garlic bread is done. You grab an oven mitt and the tray out of the oven, placing them on the counter to let it cool a little before putting them in a bowl.

''Everything smells so good,'' you say, and suddenly your belly starts to rumble. ''See? My stomach agrees!'' you speak, and the both of you laugh wholeheartedly.

The conversation over dinner is easy and lighthearted, precisely what you need. When the two of you are ready for dessert, Tom gets up, telling you to stay outside since he wants it to be a surprise.

He gets his homemade tiramisu out of the fridge and walks over to where you're seated. ''Tadaa!'' he says as he shows it to you.

''Did you recreate the tiramisu you made for our first dinner together?'' you ask, and you laugh, feeling very appreciated.

''Well, except for the huge amount of alcohol in that one, I did! I definitely toned it down this time around,'' he says.

''Thank god for that; I still have to drive home later,'' you say, and Tom puts it on the table with a laugh.

''Don't worry. Here, let me get you some,'' he grabs a spatula and scoops out a big piece, knowing it's your favorite dessert.

The two of you go through it like crazy; before you know it, all of it is gone.

You and Tom stayed outside for quite some time, and eventually, the two of you moved over to a blanket on the grass to watch the stars.

''I can never get enough of looking at the stars. I'm glad it's such a clear night,'' you say, and Tom agrees.

You moved over to cuddle in his arms, your head on his chest to have the perfect view.

''Look, a falling star!'' you say, and Tom saw it too. ''Come on, let's make a wish!'' the two of you do just that. You didn't know that you both wished for the same thing.

I wish to be your best friend for the rest of my life.

[anoddopal]

Yeee! I was tagged by @gideongrovel!! 🐰✨

What to do: Highlight or make bold the different tropes that apply to you and your f/o!

Well I simply have to answer for my ship with a certain whimsical navigator, Ohohoh! 🎩💄

height difference · mutual pining · first kiss · first love · married · inside jokes · lgbt+ · family disapproves · friends disapprove · would die for each other · fake relationship · arranged wedding · physical affection · pda friendly · and they were roommates · secret relationship · opposing world views · opposing personalities · opposing goals · getting a pet · have kids [oh GOD NO] · grow old together[!] · relationship failures · rest head on shoulder · share a bed · token dummies · relationship doubts[!] · they have a song[!] · first date · *it's cold, take my jacket* · sharing a blanket . mutual interests[!] · study buddies · bathing together · crash into hello · accidental nudity · laundry · same hobbies · cooking together · big fancy gala · sibling rivalry · hair stroking · late night dancing · cloudgazing in the grass · watching stars together · watching the other sleep · shared values · friends to lovers · enemies to lovers · lovers to enemies · childhood friends · slow burn · love triangle · toxic relationship[!] · sitting on each other’s lap · can’t be together · hugs · forehead touches · neck kisses · car/motorbike rides · compliments · petnames · falling asleep together · late night talks · spontaneous gifts

I tag anybody who would like to do this!! Mutuals especially- spill more about that certain F/O of yours who has been on your mind!! 👀

[!] = Indication that I wanted to clarify a little more!!

grow old together[!] - I mean, ideally! That's the intention!! But it depends on where canon goes and where i choose to deviate from that >:3!

relationship doubts[!] - On Bun's end. 😔

they have a song[!] - Hypnotic [Zella Day], Ooh [Scissor Sisters], Strangeness and Charm [Florence & The Machine]

mutual interests[!] - True Crime and strange fashion!

toxic relationship[!] - Not really "toxic" but certainly a bit unhealthy

[ogize]

My hair is wet from showering so I can’t sleep yet. So it’s got me thinking about me and Ogata’s wasteland AU. I left off with how we met in the wasteland.

Ogata had already lost his right eye and has scars on his jaw. He uses a sniper rifle but carries a knife and handgun as well. His main way of transport is by motorbike. He’s part of some type of faction in the wasteland which of the characters in golden kamuy. Though Ogata tends to stray off into the wasteland alone. Except now he had me.

In this AU Ogata is even more possessive and protective over me. There was an instance where we stopped at a shop where there was a city. (There are cities scattered throughout the wasteland, though it takes hours to get to each one) Ogata was looking for ammo, while I restocked my medical supplies. A young man came into the store and went straight to the medical supplies. Ogata is always on alert due to the nature of the wasteland, so he had his eye on the man that was standing next to me. When the man starting conversing with me, Ogata’s eye twitched and he was already making his way towards me. Oh but the young man had to compliment me, and to try his luck. When I told him I already had a boyfriend and he kept on insisting that he can replace him. That was his biggest mistake, because Ogata was already behind him with his gun to the man’s head. The man was in cold sweat as he raised his hands in resignation before leaving frantically. I like to tease Ogata for being so possessive. Constantly reminding me that I’m his and that he’s mine. But I’m more than fine with that. Just me, Ogata. And the wasteland.

[pwblogarchive]

December 2004

December 2, 2004

“I Cant Sleep Easy Knowing Theres Someone Out There Thinking Or Not Thinking About Me” plane.pillstosleep.dream.drinkstowakeup.amilyingtomyself.isitgettingsomuchbetterorsomuchworse.imsofullofmyselfithinkimightspilloverbutatthesametimeicantstandwalkingpastmirrors.

come here and see how it really goes:

http://www.mtvu.com/contests/fall_out_boy/

p

December 5, 2004

“you are a stone fox.”

for serious. its been since like always.

its like something bigger than cool the way i can think for hours about the space between your ankle and your knee. how its just carbon molocules but how come they come together just like that.

its so simple. it slows me down. when my eyes roll underneath the lids it feels like they are running you over carbon paper so they won't forget. at the same time it just gets me going. like the way my heart beats so hard that i'm pretty sure it makes you laugh that you can get me that on edge.

it even hits me in the back of my legs.

and keeps me up at night.

ive been recording bass tracks, the record is starting to really come together- some song names: "the hand of god (worldcup 1986), i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your fucking mouth" and some others- the guys from finch stopped by- we never met them but they seemed pretty rad. i would recommend checking out there new record.

if you're in california, i will be at the chain reaction on december 7 watching gym class heroes tear it up. come by and hang out with me.

i really like these guys

fall asleep to the song: somewhatlikeawayout.

it will make you feel better.

i couldn't be more content. we'll be hanging around southern california- maybe we could even meet up and exchange compliments and high-fives!

peter

oh yeah alot of you have been asking about "the boy"-- and i guess that was just kind of an introduction to these nightmares i used to have in my head. i have about 70 more pages written that fill in the gaps and all, i'm not sure if it will ever be released maybe in another book or just on the internet- only if i can have the same art drawn for it. either way that was only the beginning of the story.

December 9, 2004

“You Know The Type, Loud As A Motorbike.”

good spirits everywhere. i woke up smiling this morning. andy flew home and is doing whatever people do in wisconsin. joe order dominos hot wings multiple times a day and wears a green john deer hat- i think his new best friend is knights of the old republic. patrick downloads music that makes me laugh, me and him are the ultimate odd couple- (see also: me waking him up at 3 in the morning to ask him not to think of white elephants). korean tom cruise gets paid to sit on the internet and croquet tech me and hot wing tech joe. i am currently the worlds worst roomate, worlds best croquet player, and dying for the lemony snickett movie to come out. and your best kept secret.

if you like contests or Sno-quet: whoomp there it is [link to http://www.fueledbyramen.com/clan.php ] 

r.i.p. dimebag

December 10, 2004

los angeles is funny but not like laughing, more like lonely.

we crashed some hilarious spin magazine party with the all american rejects.

it was full of bad hair cuts and worse tattoos. it made me glad to be from a small town but at the same time intrigued enough to watch it all go down.

me and lindsay lohan are sick of the gossip and scandals.

- petey

December 12, 2004

urgent update: life aquatic is the best movie of the year.

watch it. change the way you think.

- petey

December 14, 2004

my parents just left. its weird. i was homesick and then home came to me. but now i think i'm gonna feel worse with them being gone. i feel like i'd be so lost without them. it kind of makes my lungs feel too small when i think about life without them. i've been thinking alot about life lately and just all of the mistakes i've collected over the years. just how i'm so sick of falling back on them. i dropped my flaws in the mail with no return address. go easy. i'm gonna try and do it right this time. i think i like this music for real: www.christopherstrange.com -

okay so ive read some pretty hilarious things on the internet about us- actually made me fall out of my seat laughing. so i want to play a game with you. if you read this and have ever wondered anything about fall out boy or any of us, post it on our messageboard under a post called: twenty questions. and i will get them answered for you. no mean or stupid ones are getting answered (ie, why is pete so gay or how come patricks voice is so good), anything else is game. when it hits twenty good ones i will answer them in here.

- petey

12/14/04 Q&A

If you were handed a camera and were allowed to take only four pictures. What are the four pictures that you would take?

Patrick, joe, andy, and Korean tomcruise. Who am I kidding I couldn’t resist taking a hilarious pic of someones ass or dick. Probably my family, dogs, band, and maybe my room so I don’t forget anything ever. Good question.

1.5. What’s the best and worst thing about touring and being on the road?

summer. I want to answer this one cause you’re my buddy. But Patrick reminded me we answer it in interviews too much. So, im just saying hi instead. Haha.

Ive always wanted to know… what band changed/saved your life and how?

Minor threat first saved my life in the summer after my freshman year in highscool. All my friends were trashed all the time and that band let me know it was okay to not be like that. The next band to do that was unbroken- check out the record “life, love, regret” it got me through some of the worst nights I have ever had and introduced me to Morrissey. The last band to make me feel like that was saves the day- through being cool was like an anthem I would blast in my ears and hope everyone would just leave me alone. Ultimately it is fall out boy that saved my life. Doing this thing makes me feel alive in a way that I could never explain.

Oh n this is dumb but how would you guys feel if a fan had killed themselves to your music?… I know its not “depressing” or anything but these things could happen.

I would feel badly if anyone killed themselves to any music- because I know what its like to feel that alone and it is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. We have a line in a new song- “im sick of only writing songs for you to slit your wrists to”. We need to try and see another side of life.

how do you pronounce the word “alley” (spell phonetically)?

I don’t know how to write it phonetically. I say it like an asshole from the Midwest.

what have you been reading recently?

I just read this weird version of a bunch of poe stuff. Ive been reading a lot of Camus, I just finished the stranger, which is an amazing book. If I had to recommend a book it would still be “the heart is deceitful above all other things” by jt Leroy.

What in your life gives you the strength to keep following your dreams? (Especially when you were starting out and you had to deal with the people who were telling you it couldn’t be done.)

I don’t have anything else going for me. I don’t really ever think about what other people have to say about me- cause its usually either really good or really bad for all of the wrong reasons. It can blow up your head or sink your ego like a stone if you pay too much attention to it.

If you were stuck on a deserted island and could have only 1 book, 1 photograph, and 1 CD, what would they be and why?

Id take a blank notebook as my book to write in, a photograph of my family from way back before I was this weird, and Morrissey “viva hate”

Do you ever sick sick of waking up knowing that you have to be in the public eye? Is it weird to think that you have such a high influence on so many kids?

Yes. Its scary sometimes- I just think about the way things get picked apart and if im having a bad day I can come off as one of the worst people. I don’t really want to ruin someone else’s life, im having too much fun ruining my own (note that sarcasm doesn’t come through on the internet) but yes it’s very weird to go from noone caring who you are to people wanting to know your every move.

Do you like being from a small town?and Why?

I love it. It gives me perspective- I think if we weren’t from a small town we wouldn’t have wanted “this” so badly. We wanted to break out so badly, to not marry the head cheerleader and mow our 15x 25 plots of grass- like so many kids from my highschool turned out.

With all of the people who feel like they know you, through your music, your journals, and meeting you, do you ever feel exposed or like not much of your life is exclusively yours?

Yes. But I also feel an obligation to be honest with people that are friends and fans. I want to show everyone what this process is like- so that’s a sacrifice I am willing to make.

if you could bring someone back from the dead for a day, who would it be, why, and what would you do all day?

My aunt. So she and my mom could hang out all day.

Why does your ‘mom’ think you are over stimulated?

Haha. Because she thinks im weird and jumpy.

12.5 favourite porn film? and does it contain goat sex?

Favorite, come on be awesome like us yanks.

Do you preheat the oven? (Although this seems like a stupid question, it isn’t.. or maybe it is. It doesn’t matter.)

Is this question about sex?

You guys will be huge one day, and most likely get tons of play on MTV. How will you (or do you) prepare yourself for such stardom? And how will you react when you find out that kids are going around pulling grass out of your parent’s yard exclaiming “OMG! Pete totally mowed this yard when he was younger! He so walked on this sidewalk!! Oh my god, I think I’m gonna die!”

I never mowed the lawn, who told you that dirty lie.

What inspired the best song you ever wrote?

The biggest liar I have ever met.

What is the single most beautiful thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life?

One time a long time ago I woke up next to this girl and she was breathing perfect and her hair fell over her eyes just right- and then a second later she was just a girl again. Its kind of weird how we can all have these beautiful moments.

16.5 Pete, ask Patrick if I can pump his gas.

Hahaha.

If my cat is pregnant again, do you want a kitten?

I gotta say im a dog person. Also, I cant even take care of a plant- I hate to see how bad I was at taking care of an animal.

If you could walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, who would it be and why?

Walking is for suckers.

what was the best christmas gift you ever received

one time my friend made a quilt for me out of all my old hardcore shirts. Its pretty awesome.

best gift you ever got for someone else?

One time I tricked a doctor into giving me an MRI and then I framed it and gave it to my friend, so they could have my insides.

Why shouldn’t Patrick think of white elephants?

Psychologists use this to study people. If you tell someone not to think of a white elephant, usually that’s all they can think of- now that you know the trick it wont work.

What do you think of the FOB board/boardies?

The ones I have met I like.

In The Boy With the Thorn in his Side, does the boy represent you?

I think it would be stupid to say that I didn’t write from somewhere inside me. I think he has pretty good intentions but is a pretty messed up guy- so I like to think he is inside a bunch of us.

Do you read the board on a daily basis? on that note If a boardie were to come up to you and say “hey i’m so and so from the board” would be able to recognize the sn?

Possibly. Its happened before. I definitely remember faces better than names.

What is your greatest accomplishment other than “Fall Out Boy”?

Being an allstate soccer player. Making it to age 25 and not be dead or in jail.

25.5 When are you going to write a Hanukkah song? I mean, we all love “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out”, but what about all the snazzy Jews out there? They need a holiday song, too.

Jews are snazzy, 4 out of 5 joes agree.

Do you prefer corn or green beans?

Are you kidding me. Corn.

when you were writing “nobody puts baby in the corner” what were you thinking about at the time? as a whole band how did everyone re-act to the lyrics?

I was thinking that I thought I had kind of come to terms with how I felt about someone and resolved my feelings when we wrote take this to your grave. But they just wouldn’t go away inside my head. And at the same time I guess, just how the people who hurt us are often just so irresistible that we keep going back. The line “can I lay in your bed all day and be your best kept secret and your worst mistake”- was actually something I said to someone and then wrote down as I lay in their bed and waited for them to come home. The band kind of lets me go wild with lyrics, on this song they could tell it was pretty angry- I guess. We get asked a lot if we are mysognists because of this song I think, but I want to put it on the table: you’re getting it wrong, we don’t hate girls, we hate everyone.

What are some of your favourite authors and books written by them?

Chuck palahnuik, jt Leroy, Sharon olds, rohl dahl, albert camus, sorry for the misspellings and the lack of titles. I promise I will get back to this one, I think its important.

Are you going to play “Yule Shoot Your Eye Out” at the Christmas shows? I’ll bring you cookies if you do!

Yes.

Who makes you want to “la la”?

Haha there are definitely a couple of people. Ashlee in the parking lot in the video definitely makes me want to lala- quinn from the used makes me want to lala- wait that’s a dude. Shoot.

What is the biggest misconception people have of Fall Out Boy?

I wish people could follow us around and see how it really goes. I don’t sleep with every single girl I talk to, we don’t talk shit on bands, we just have weird senses of humor, sean o’keefe didn’t write our last record, we don’t always get to pick where we tour or who we tour with, yes, patricks voice is really that good naturally, we’re not as big assholes as you read online- we’re pretty nice for the most part, if not alittle bit shy. Mostly we like to goof around with people.

Would you rather, stay at the level you are now…or become as huge as Blink182 or Good Charlotte?

I think you can do both like the cure did. I want as many people as possible to hear our music at the same time we will never compromise what we believe in or what we say.

If you could have on animal constructed out of duct tape, what would it be…and why?

Ah a sea lion.

Whos your favorite story book character?

Ferdinand the gentle bull, or max from where the wild things are, willy wonka.

Does it bother you how people act like they really know you just because they’ve met you one time? Or that tons of prepubescent girls/boys want to trap you in a dark alley and molest you?

Yes and no. I love meeting new people and have definitely been on that end of things where I wanted to know everything about someone and feel like I knew them. I feel like you can get to know us through our songs and seeing us at shows. And I think that we have met many people that I consider friends in our travels. At the same time it bothers me when people use it like “I know pete, blah are I the coolest”- trust me none of those people really know anyone. They are scared. Call their bluff. dark alley- very funny.

December 28, 2004

“A.W.S.E.M.E.-O”

Drove on christmas day. The shows have been lovely so far. I got my hair dyed my hair its red and black. You maybe hate it. But I’m weird so it doesn’t matter. I love playing shows again. This means so much to us.

I won’t bore you with anymore… But if you come early to the shows please dress warmly and bring blankets and mittens. I don’t want anyone getting sick or feeling miserable.

P

December 31, 2004

so to whoever egged our van last week. my dog marley ate all the eggs on the front lawn and got salmonella poisoning.

congratulations.

you fucking rule.

if my dog dies i'm going to punch you in the face.

- petey

December 31, 2004

“Happy New Year.”

dear everyone: thanks for an amazing 5 days. the party that ended it was too sickfor words. flava flav showed up and sang “911 is a joke”. i’d spill it all. but thats just not my style.

xxoo. find some lips for midnight and get some.

or not.

peter

[neonvvaves]

Maybe in the past Hell he was in during a different life with a different name, something inside of Haein breaks, gets wired wrong, fucked up. Being traumatized day in and out can do that to a person. But Haein walks out of there with an unhealthy love for chaos, like how Daesun destroys overly priced fine art. "Next time you do this--" Haein traces over the bright pink on Daesun's glove, "--can I watch?" Haein gives his best doe eyes. "Promise I'll be on my best behavior." When he's called a maniac, Haein smiles bright and pretty. "Oh, thank you!" He sincerely takes that as a compliment. Better to be a maniac than boring, right? Endeared by Daesun's kind offer of his lovely and skillful mouth, Haein laughs warmly. "Aw, aren't you sweet. Wanting to take care of me." He playfully pokes the side of Daesun's face. But the gesture softens as Haein caresses Daesun's cheek with his knuckles. A glimpse of how Daesun means a damned lot to Haein. "Let's get you out safely first, 'kay?" Haein winks before firing a few more rounds. His eyes light up with goddamned sparkles once Daesun ignites a flame. Damn, talk about making a man swoon. Haein doesn't understand how Daesun does that, but it sure gets his heart racing in a flustered way. "Fuck, why you gotta be so cool?" Laughing, Haein runs with Daesun as they seize the clearing, and get on the move. Haein slides onto his motorbike, and passes Daesun the spare helmet. The engine revs and roars as the bike rips out of the lot. "Are they on us? Or we lose 'em?"

While hopping behind the bar counter, Daesun not only nearly lost his backpack on the way there but finds himself knocking over just a few bottles of hard liquor. The fingertips on his gloved were bright pink from the spray paint he had just used on some pricey painting, a narcissistic artwork of some rich guy. He would never understand why someone would spend their money for.. that. But then, narcissism was just so far from what Daesun knew, since he himself was just disgusted by the person he was himself. "Clearly it was just the right person since it makes you laugh so much." He snorted a bit and if he didn't feel like laughing before, his maniac friend- lover- whatever he was, surely had him laugh as well. It was the laugh itself, not necessarily the situation. "You're a maniac." He peaked over the edge of the bar, a shot his direction caused him to quickly hide once more. "Now I assumed knowing I would be sucking you off later tonight would make it most fun but I am glad if all I have to do is cause mayhem. Though, you know, I will still suck you off, if you want." He had grabbed a bottle and a nearby cloth, easily opening it, taking a sip before mentioned cloth got inside. Then he pulled off one of his gloves with his teeth, just so a flame could appear at the tip of black painted nails, coating the cloth with fire. Maybe he didn't knew how to use a gun, but he was at an overall advantage with powers not human. Sometimes this curse was maybe a gift after all and so he was throwing the bottle their shooters way. "We should get out of here, you have all you need, right?" And he was already pulling Haeins arm to pull him out of their hiding spot and just somewhere to where they could leave this situation. "My night won't be fun if you get shot."

[she-toadmask]

Getting fixated on shit is weird like

I was in line for Doctor Doom's Fearfall last week and just intensely appreciating the sheer amount of effort put into that queue for what is just a drop tower and then I was like 'you know maybe I'll go read his TVTropes page and see what's up'

And then my brain just went 'we are thinking about him now' and I have lost it a little bit because Bruce Banner/The Hulk is also very cool (the queue for Hulk doesn't feature him anymore but the lore is that stuff so shhhshhshssssshsshh) but I still am just like

What if I were to try to make a list of the issues where he (either) appears and just read them all because cool shit

This happened with Venom the other month kind of I just looked for when he showed up in one of the Spider-Man animated series and watched a playlist of all his appearances and was just like 'yes venom is cool we are looking for canon venom content right now' and I don't understand

Also it's really really interesting that in both the live-action Fantastic Four movies Doctor Doom got his origin changed and connected to the other four when the link is a purely personal/social one with Mr Fantastic in the original comic shit

Also comics are fucking wild so much shit has happened because they've been around so long that one character can do a lot of shit in their existence

[denim-devil]

Dating Headcannon’s - M.E

SFW

— Once you guys start dating…he literally drops everything to be with you, not being the biggest fan of Santa Carla makes it at-least bearable with you by his side

— The two of you spend way to much time at the beach/board walk, more then a couple of times Sam has tagged along which at first annoyed Michael but it brought even you closer to the Emerson family

— Michael genuinely loves waking up to you. He loves feeling the otherside of his bed, knowing you were there, feeling your warmth. {it leads to many kisses…and maybe a few cuddles here and there}

— It’s you who usually makes breakfast for the Emerson’s, Lucy usually thanks you for keeping Michael out of trouble, and for the breakfast of course. {Sam claims you as his other big brother}

— holding hands in public makes your heart flutter considering how your relationship can be seen as “wrong” by many, but Michael is a walking time bomb, anyone talks shit about you, lets just say they won’t be seen again.

— he’s so protective over you, if ANYONE tries to flirt or even touch you, they are dead. Your his and his only.

— Michael gives you permission to style his hair, including platts, pony tails, anything you could think of which usually ended with laughter and kisses {and secret pictures ;)}

— you can’t tell me Michael would literally do ANYTHING for you, you wanna grab some food? Michael will go pick it up, you wanna go the boardwalk? Your being carried, you wanna go to the beach? He’s throwing you in the ocean

— your telling me Michael doesn’t compliment you on the daily? Oh he certainly would, even down to your eyes, your so damn beautiful even Michael can’t stop his staring when your near

NSFW

— he can’t stop thinking about that time on his motorbike, the time you used the bike handles as leverage when riding him, bouncing on his cock like nothing…

— he gets so hard very easily at the smallest touches, especially when your hands are travelling mainly in the crotch region, something that makes him delirious to the point he has to take action

— has a draw full of Polaroids…Polaroids consisting of your naked body in inappropriate positions doing inappropriate things, uses them to get off when your busy because he’s respectful

— loves when you blow him, something about receiving head almost makes him feel incapable of breathing, your so sloppy and messy it takes time to recover from something so…amazing

— he has a thing for you in skirts/revealing items of clothing, or ones he can rip away easily (usually fucks you in the selection of colourful skirts you bought especially for him)

— he definitely doesn’t go crazy over you slapping his cock on your tongue

— his favourite position is the mating press, easy access to the point his balls meet your ass but he can also see you melt, watch your face twist in pleasure

— in that position it’s easier to eat your ass

— HE LOVES EATING ASS…{there I said it}

— praises you for pleasing him (literally holds you to his chest-}

[meet-the-net]

Determining that this person, or part-person, seemed to mean no harm, but still uneasy and wary, Ned loosens his clutch on the harpoon and lowers it a tiny bit more. He approaches, but stops at the safe distance of about 15 feet, just in case. Perplexed by the advanced machinery that make up most of Cyborgs body, the likes of which he's never seen before, it takes him a bit to compose himself. He forces his widened eyes and open mouth into a more neutral expression before speaking, not wanting to seem to rude by examining their appearance so intensely. "I suppose it is not, I do not really know where New Mexico lies." His view flicks to the motorbike, then back to them, trying his hardest to not look them up and down, instead staring into the partially blue orbs that make up their eyes. "Say, where do you come from... Oh, uh, location-wise," he gestures to the bike with the harpoon, "with the motorized bicycle, I mean. Not meaning it as in 'where were you made' as that would be none of my concern and a very rude question..", he mumbles the latter part, fearful of having offended the visitor. After clearing his throat to stop himself from rambling, he quickly tries glazing over his awkwardness by changing topics."It is a very nice motor bicycle. Very, uh, motorized..." He thinks this clumsy compliment would make him appear more relaxed and gregarious. His social skills could definitely need some freshening up after having only ever talked to the village people he had known his whole life. People he would hardly get the chance of talking to for a whole while.

( @meet-the-cyborg )

Cyborg’s motorbike growls to a halt by the beach. They wear a pair of black leather boots to stop the sand getting into their joints as they step off the vehicle, folding their arms and staring at the horizon. Mann Co’s newest battleground… really doesn’t impress them all that much.

They scan their surroundings carefully, watching seabirds soaring in lazy circles as they cry overhead. Being in cooler weather, of course, has made a lot of the metal in their body shrink. They furrow their brow at the squeezing feeling around their arms and thighs from the metal tightening on their limbs.

“Why couldn’t I just stay in New Mexico…?” they sigh.

Sounds of a distant motorbike shake the salty air in Selbyen, making Ned prick up his ears. He bolts to his nearby home, picks the hand-held harpoon off the wall by the front door and waits indoors for more sounds. Years of locating aquatic prey by their sounds had prepared him for moments such as these, and he could determine that the bike had stopped by the beach. Shaky hands load the harpoon as he begins making his way to the location, careful of every step he places, as a lot of these floorboards had decayed over the years. Shortly before the beach comes into his view, he tenses up once more, frozen by a sound he rarely hears; mechanical creaks and hums, dissimilar from the ones a motorbike would make as it cooled down. First the arrow of his harpoon, then his head peeks around the last corner separating him from the mysterious tone. The red clothes along the strangers back are the first thing Ned sees, and it weakens his knees. 'It is one of THEM...' he makes a mental note. Then the sun bounces off a part of their body that he did not expect, and his horror blends with a sense of curiosity. A lot of his fellow fishermen had suffered terrible accidents and replaced limb with wood, but he had never seen flesh transition to full sheets of metal before. In a moment of many moments of weakness, harpoon lowered just a tad, he takes an unplanned step towards the stranger, which of course sends the noise of creaking wood across the beach. Ned winces, "Shit.", and scrunches up his nose as if he feels physical pain from this mishap. He checks if they, someone he considers his opponent, notices him.

[saoney]

Evening | ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ

↳ suguru geto x f!reader

Description: just you enjoying evening and Suguru takes you home from uni

Warnings: none

1 Text Message from Suguru 💖

“Is your class done?”

2 Text Messages from Suguru 💖

“Is your class done?”

“I’ll wait for you at the front gate.”

A smile make ways on your face after receiving multiple text messages from your boyfriend, knowing that today you finally get to meet him back from overseas work. This is a surprise, really, because you remember he said he won’t be back for another week.

You quickly rushed out from the uni’s entrance only to see him in his glory— his back look broader than the last time you met him with his biceps flexing so slightly when his hand made a minimal movement to tuck his hair to it’s original place from the blowing wind as he hunching over his.. motorbike?

He brings a motorbike this time?

You tried to sneak on him, forgot that he have side mirrors displaying you hovering behind his back with your expression determined to surprise him only to have him turn over his shoulder with his smug smirk , looking at you right before you had a chance to scared him.

“Aw, man. You noticed me?”

“Duh, I even can smell your perfume.”

His reason have you playfully rolling your eyes at him. Suguru and his spidey senses ugh. But your attention swiftly diverted to his bike.

“Since when do you have a motorbike?” Your hand feeling the smooth surface of the metal, expression intrigued.

“Since today.”

“Today? You just bought this bike today?! Woah..”

Your eyes scanning his bike, it is an all black in colour. It looks like a street bike but it also look so beasty— so badass it makes the one who ride it look powerful and laddish and that is how Suguru looked right now, granting him glances here and there from the girls and boys passing by you and him. You always complimented his taste in cars but a motorbike? This is new and he have never spoke once about his desire or interest about bikes. So this, definitely new new.

The word Ducati stamp on its front body looking all shiny under the shine of sunlight.

“How long are you gonna standing there? Here, let me help you with the helmet.”

His strong hands reach for the helmet, he bought it specially for you on this specific day; knowing fully well how you’d be happy riding with him on this fine evening. The helmet have a tinted visor attached to it shielding your face completely. Seeing Suguru hums in approval only making you more giddy— it is your first time wearing such helmet that you always saw the professionals wore in tv and it smells like your boyfriend’s shampoo too. The rush went down straight to your funny, thank god the visor is close or you’re going to have to endure a never ending teasings from him— or worst a quckie in your uni’s toilet, oh lord forbid!

“Pose for me babe.”

“Now? Can we do it later? Where there’s no people around?”

“Why? You feeling shy Bub?” He exuberantly teasing you.

“No little twirl from you, then we’re not moving from this spot.” His own helmet on his holds seconds to be wear by him halted as he hunched his torso leaning on his elbows over his bike and tilting his head faintly staring innocently at but his shit eating grin expressed otherwise.

His actions elicited a groan from you— you did a quick spin and huff a pouty face at your boyfriend. “Satisfied?”

Your cheeks are so warm, this time you can really feel other people passing by sparing glances at your sorry attempt at twirling; all because of Suguru.

After getting a satisfied grin from him, you hastily ran to his bike swinging your leg to sit comfortably on the passenger seat and hugging his brad body, burying your face on his back trying to hide from anymore embarrassment and you can’t help but to grudgingly pinching his waist for what he did to you.

“Ow, ow, ok babe! We’re going! We’re going!” A hearty laugh reverberate from his lungs.

.

.

.

It’s noisy riding a bike. You expected it, but in late evening the road is almost empty seemingly like just you and Suguru riding across it with sunset faithfully following every journey that your boyfriend took to make way to go home. It feels calm like this, how the wind caressing your skin so softly, how it almost make you feels like flying— it feels like all today’s stress wilted away and your boyfriend felt your holds feel a little tight. A comforting kind of tight.

“How was work babe?” You asked.

“Work is okay, a bit tired though.”

One of your hand from his waist move to lovingly pat his chest.

“You did well today, and everyday love.”

Your words did not goes unheard, a warm feelings swarming in his chest. You feel his hand softly hold your hand and place it on his heart with his palm on top of yours. You feels his heart slightly racing in his bust his own way of showing how he really appreciate you, a smile make ways on your face.

A moment passed by, traffic lights after traffic lights you suddenly remember.

Oh, it’s almost dinner time.

“What do you want for dinner baby?” You asked him over his shoulder.

“Hm, can we have that grilled chicken you always made?”

Ah, his favourite. “Of course we can, but we don’t have chicken back home can we stop by the grocery shop nearby?”

“Whatever my girl said.”

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭�� 𝐬𝐚𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[condorclaw]

Festive ghost hunting goes about as well as you would expect (ft. Jimmy, Gem, Fwhip, and Sausage)

- In Grian's absence, Fwhip and Sausage have decided go take his place by coming up with excuses to be late (which include watching a film and sketching Bubbles in front of a fireplace).

- Before even joining VC with anyone, Jimmy threatens to end stream and force Sausage to reflect over Christmas break if Sausage strays away from being PG. It's important to note that this is Sausage we're talking about. ("Guys! I have been family friendly this whole entire time! I only made four innuendos though, and that's not bad. Oh, and Jimmy took a temperature of me, but not through the mouth, and that's pretty much all I've done so far.")

- Sausage immediately sets the tone for the stream by kissing Jimmy, and they hunt for mistletoe so they can do it again.

- "What do you guys want for Christmas?" "25 more subs." "I want a pony!" "A really big sign that says Gem is great."

- Fwhip also hit 800k! He proceeded to write a tweet for the next three minutes.

- "Go inside Fwhip, you can see his mouth from in here." "No I don't want you inside me."

- "I know what a summoning circle is, I do this all the time!"

- Sausage decided to use his voice changer throughout the whole stream, even confusing Jimmy into believing it was the actual voice of the ghost for a bit. ("Sausage, if you do that one more time, I'll catch a plane for Christmas, and punch you, and steal your Minecraft account." "Yes! Oh, can you just do the punching and not the stealing of the account, please, thank you.")

- Jimmy is the first one to die, and Sausage compliments his butt. He then has a meltdown and rants to the ghost before being murdered as well. ("We're together in hell.")

- For the first round, Gem was the only one left, and had to guess the ghost, which she got correctly. ("We all suck." "I don't suck, I'd like you to know I survived and guessed correctly.")

- They really like commenting on the computers within the environments. ("James Clark, have you played 1.18?" "You'd get 2 fps on Minecraft with this thing.")

- "Hold on, let's go make fun of Gem for being alive." *Gem leaves them behind*

- Everybody dies in hilarious positions, with Jimmy getting killed because he was distracted by Sausage's body standing straight up. ("I got distracted by Sausage's dead body standing in the corner." "Can you guys stop flirting for THREE SECONDS?")

- Jimmy, Fwhip, and Sausage all start kissing each other, with Gem just witnessing it from the sidelines. ("I am fourth wheeling. I am fourth wheeling right now.")

- Fwhip: Another video of Jimmy losing in Phasmophobia all the time? I love it.

Chat member: Jimmy loses on all his streams, not just Phasmo.

- "My friends might be dying in there, chat, but I will take a sip of my drink, I will let them die, and then I will walk in, in just a second."

- Gem tried to get inside the house, but Fwhip's dead body was blocking the door from opening. ("Gem is never playing with us again.")

- "THE POWER OF CHRI-" *Sausage is immediately killed*

- Sausage has a wide vocal range with his demonic laughs and other noises. It's quite impressive. ("Sausage, could you stop that motorbike coming near your house.")

- "Someone needs to be alone, so I don't mean to breakup the homie sesh-"

- Grian and Scott made appearances in chat, with Scott suffering by watching them play

[cedricslover]

can you write a oneshot with wolfstars daughter dating george

Here you go bestie<33 thank u for requesting!!

As a wolfstar shipper and a George girl myself😌, I hope you like this bestie<33

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, George x Fem! Reader

Warnings: some homophobia at the beginning, teasing Sirius Black lmaooo

Word Count: 2.4k

“You want a future with me?”

“Hello dear” you turned around and saw one of your fathers, “Dad!” you jumped and hugged him, you just got off the Hogwarts express, this would be your last summer break since you’re going to be seventh year the next time you step at Hogwarts. 

“How’s my baby girl?” He looked at you as you broke the hug, you smiled at the sight of him “Doing great, where’s dad?” you looked around while he picked up your trunk, “Here!” you heard the voice of your other father and your heart jumped out of joy when you saw him, you ran to him and hugged him too. 

“Here’s a chocolate for our princess” he handed you a bar of chocolate, “Remus! You ruined my moment with her, you should show up at the exit, not here, you’re ruining my quality time with our daughter!” suddenly Sirius was having a tantrum, not likely a tantrum actually, he was just whining. 

“No” Remus answered and looked away while he bit into his own chocolate bar. You laughed at them, “Stop acting like kids” you said and linked your arms to theirs. 

“Excuse us?” They both said in unison and looked at you, their forehead creasing that made you laugh even more. 

“You may” you nodded while closing your eyes and your parents just looked at each other, and it seemed like they were blaming the other one as to why you are so sarcastic.

“Let’s just go home” you dragged them by the arms since theirs are still linked to yours. You giggled as you saw Sirius not even struggling while carrying your trunk and at the same time being dragged by his daughter, and giggled even more when you saw your other dad who was just eating his chocolate quietly while observing the surroundings. 

You three were just like a happy family, parents picking up their child that came from a boarding school, if it weren’t just the ugly looks the people gave you.

It seems like Sirius was also bothered by how people looked at the three of you, seriously? Can’t they just manage their own business. 

Remus on the other hand was like used to it, he didn’t show any bothered expression, he didn't want to feed their satisfaction. That is something you got from him, that’s why you just let the people be, but of course, Sirius being Sirius.

He removed his arms from your link and grabbed Remus' face and took a bite from the chocolate that was centimeters away from his lips-being that he was eating it, your eyes widened registering how did that happen so fast, your jaw dropped, and a smile slowly formed in your lips as you saw Remus turning scarlet. 

 “Gross” you removed your arm that was around Remus’ and walked past them, your smile didn’t left your lips as you see mixed reactions from the crowd at the station, some were smiling, some were confused, some were probably uncomfortable, and of course, the people who were obvious to be insulted or disgusted. 

Needless to say, Sirius is your father, so you flicked those people who looked openly disgusted by them, they were sneering, frowning, and rolling their eyes.

“Fuck off git” you mouthed as you walk, turning to them while your middle fingers were greeting them. 

“Good job princess” Sirius laughed and high fived you as you three arrived at the front of number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t sure what was the good job for, is it for flicking those people off or for successfully apparating, you decided to shrug it off and just viewed the house, it was your father’s ancestral home, it was filled by terrible memories of his childhood but with you three living there, it was all buried deep down. 

You unconsciously stared at the beautiful house that was concealed in the muggles eyes. You felt nostalgic seeing your dads walking towards the door, memories from your childhood appeared in front of you.

A girl in a yellow flowy dress, around the age of four, was running towards two men with their arms open wide, expecting that the little girl would run to them instead of the other, but what they didn’t expect was the little girl would run straight to the space between them and both hug them from the necks. 

The little girl was giggling while her dads were teary eyed, that’s when they realized, she never had favorites, if she had the choice to not choose, she wouldn’t. 

“Y/N?” Remus called you from the doorstep, his head was cocking from the door. “Oh!” you ran to the door “call me before dinner yeah?” you told Remus as you removed your shoes. You raised your gaze to him with flashing eyes and maintained eye contact, waiting for his answer. 

“Alright” he replied to you, you felt sudden joy not even sure why but it did make you kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks!, Love you dad!” you shouted as you ran towards the stairs, 

“HOW ABOUT ME?!” you heard Sirius who was probably at the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” you yelled while you ran the stairway. 

“YOU BETTER BE NOT PREGNANT WITH THAT WEASLEY BOY’S CHILD Y/N!” Remus’ voice echoed and you laughed and stopped from entering your room and peeked down while holding at the stair rails.

“DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT PREGNANT!” you shouted back and you heard his sigh of relief, “YET!” you added and sprinted to your room and closed the door. 

You heard both of their voices shouting your name. You cackle while heading to your study table, your room was cozy, it was filled with different drawings you made when you were a child, there was your very first black leather jacket that Sirius gave you before he bought you a bicycle, it was hanging from a corner, properly displayed, he was expecting you to like motorbikes like he did, and you did, you like riding motorbikes. 

There was also your very first hair accessories that Remus bought for you, hair pins, hair clips, headbands, and many more. He was the one who likes to tidy you up, even before you make yourself dirty by running and riding the bike. Of course Remus struggled but thankfully, Lily did teach him a few hairstyles when they were teenagers, and the rest of his knowledge came from going to different hair salons just to ask how to style his daughter’s hair. 

An owl bumped on your window that made your brows raise and shift your head to that direction. 

“Errol?” you said the name of the owl and he dropped a letter to your hand before he headed to your table and lay down, acting very exhausted, of course to your utter panic you immediately got water and placed it in front of him. You sighed as he drank through the container, enough for him to drink. 

While he relaxed you opened the letter. 

Hello beautiful, 

                   I’ll arrive there at six, see you. 

Your husband, 

George

You bit your lower lip and smiled, then you forgot, you haven’t told your dads yet. Without wasting any time, you apparated to the kitchen. 

“Hey” you voice lingered behind their backs and they jumped, they turned their heads to you with wide eyes, “You don’t do that here” Sirius said while holding his chest, “I almost had a heart attack” he glared at you while you just tried to not laugh,

“You’re just getting old dad” you stated that made him glare at you more, Remus smiled very very sweetly at you, trying to bribe you to not say it “and you too” you smiled back, looking at their sour faces. 

“Enough” Remus raised both of his hands and shaked it, trying to shoo you. “I was about to say that George’s arriving at si-” you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when someone knocked at the door. 

“I’ll get it” you announced, you three were quite tensed as to who might be at the door, you weren’t expecting visitors this early, it wasn't 6 o'clock yet. 

You opened the door, ready to run back to the kitchen if something goes wrong, but what greeted who was something-or someone, who had a mischievous smile, his red hair shining because of the sun, and his brown eyes gleaming at you. 

“Hello dove” his smile became wider as he caught the perfect view of his girlfriend, her Y/H/C hair complimenting her skin, the eyes that were obviously shocked to see him, and the smile that slowly formed on her soft lips. 

“George!” you mentioned his name when you processed who was standing in front of you, he gave you a peck on the lips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you carefully to the side so he can walk, “hello Sirs” he cleared his throat and rubbed both of his hand on his pants before giving your fathers a hand shake. 

This would probably be their very first ‘formal’ meeting, they already met each other at Hogwarts, during the Triwizard tournament, but that wasn’t formal enough, unlike now. 

George was scratching the back of his neck and was being really nervous, you just surveyed them, and when you noticed something it was too late because your mouth opened before you can even think twice

“Dad, you’re the smallest” you told Sirius that made the three of them look at you, firstly George was shaking his head slightly, trying to tell you that it was not the right time, then Remus was also looking at you, he was trying his best to cross his brows but you can see the ghost of smile that was in his face, on the other hand, Sirius was there shooting daggers at you with his eyes like you’re not his child, then he slowly looked at Remus and George. 

George was obviously the tallest, but only an inch taller than Remus, while Sirius, he’s just not a six footer. 

“I-uh come George let’s prepare the table” even though it was still early, you reached for George’s hand, still feeling the stares of your father, you wanted to laugh, so hard, but he might not buy you your favorite cereal, so you chose to suck it up.

“Why’d you do that?” George started talking as you fetched his wand and used it to prepare the table using magic, “it was my mouth’s fault, anyway, you told me you're arriving at six, it's not six yet” you answered and watched the floating plates and utensils. 

“I was trying my best not to laugh dove, please don’t do that again in front of your parents, I might lose goodie points, and I meant six minutes not six o'clock” he chuckled as he hugged you from the back, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his chin on the top of your head. 

“Even if you lose goodie points, I’ll still love you don’t worry” you faced him and cupped his face, his face that was always as perfect, those freckles that can make a constellation, his eyes that you would prefer to look at rather than the stars, and his hair that would always stand out. 

It was like a magnetic pull, your faces was slowly getting nearer and nearer, almost there, the finish line, his lips onto yours, inches turned to an inch, heartbeats getting fast, and you can feel his breath, then his soft lips was supposed to be next 

Not until someone cleared their throat that made you push George out of reflex. 

“No snogging in this house, you understand that angel?” Sirius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, “Yes dad” you replied, slightly embarrassed so you chose to continue to prepare the table while George can’t maintain eye contact with you or anyone in the room. 

“Sorry dad” you walked to Sirius who was still in the entrance of the kitchen, surprisingly he smiled at you, “Yeah that’s for bullying me” he wrapped his arms over your shoulder “But about that almost kiss? I’m not mad don’t worry, we all kiss someone at some time” he added like it was just common sense for him to not get mad.

“I love you” you said out of the blue while you two watched Remus and George laughing at the dinner table, you rested your head on his chest, “I love you more princess” you felt him kiss the top of your head. 

“Just walk with the boy outside while we clean here alright?” Remus looked at you and George, he tapped George’s shoulder before he turned his back to the both of you and be with Sirius who was still drinking wine at the table. 

“Come on” George called you and touched your back to guide you, your eyes were still looking at your parents, mesmerized by their strong bond. 

“Georgie?” you tried to get his attention while you two walked the dim lighted streets, only the flickering lamp posts and the moon were the sources of light. 

“Hmm?” he was busy playing your hand, touching every bit of it, and even comparing it to his. “You think we would be like them?” you stopped on your tracks, feeling the night summer breeze brushing your skin, "Like who love?" He stared at you, now holding your hand firmly, "Sirius and Remus" you answered and tucked the few strands of hair that was bothering your face because of the wind,  you looked at his eyes and saw amusement and adoration all over it.

“You’re asking me that?” a lopsided smile appeared on his face, you nodded slightly as an answer, “You’re thinking of marrying me?” he asked you again, now giving a full smile, you nodded again, “You," he pointed to you "want a future with me?” he pointed to himself, his eyes smiling the same as his lips, you nodded again, oblivious of how that made George’s inner monologues that was doubting what would happen with the both of you disappear, because who wouldn’t, you’re Y/N, raised by two amazing people, you’re beautiful, intelligent, bold, and many more that he would even consider you as perfect. 

And you’re here, saying that you wanted a future with him. 

Now, with the moon smiling at the both of you, the stars being your cheerleaders, your lips met, you hooked your arms around his neck while he cups your face with one hand and the other holding your waist. 

At this night, two teenagers shared a kiss under a lamp post, during the summer of 1995.