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[boxwinebaddie]

Hi Uncle Neen! HYH! It sucks to see you struggling cuz you are a big inspiration of mine :( but you said you did your makeup the other day. Can we seeeeeeeeee maybe?

d'awwww ksahdlkdss, you are so sweet, nonnie! thank you so so soooo much, baby! xx i really needed this. i hope i heal ( i will...i have to, i am too much of an asshole to let god win, fuck him ) and i hope you heal from whatever harms you as well! you can do it! mWAH!~

-- also brb crying ;-; <3333 whenever y'all tell me i inspire you, it seriously makes me want to cry; you mean SO much to me, so to mean so much to you; it's Everything to me, my love. thank you for believing in me, know i believe infinitely in YOU and will keep fighting the good fight, living authentically and modelling pos behavior on this blog bc i take being a role model very seriously. :')

BUT ANYWAYS! sakhdlasd oh my god aaAaaAAAaa please!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE, THIS IS SO CUTE OF YOU, hELP AAAAA!!!!!! but yes, of course, of course. considering i am super bacteria nina right now and had to resign from my ( admittedly ) trash job and am no longer, at this moment, an education girlie ( besides on here, ofc, educating you on my two gay sons in love ), i can freely exist and post pictures of myself again! thank you for for giving me a safe place to do that. <3

i'll elaborate on what 'safe' means to me down below, but just for context i took this...sigh...last week, when i was told i would 'all better', just trying to feel like myself again after a month of being unmadeup and unfitted and ugly and troll-like and on death fucking row and fucking miserable as hell, i had my new hair appointment lined up, was about ready to take life by the balls again...and that shit BLUE BALLED ME SO HARD AND SAID *ravenstan vc* JK, BABY!

okay, sorry i have some really bad scarring and wounding up there by my neck so i had to cover her up but...there she is! the she beast!

as for posting pictures of myself just...please...PLEASE BE KIND. and i wish i meant that as a joke, i mean it very, VERY seriously. i am at a point right now, where i look my very fucking worst, i am weaker than i have ever been in my life, there are abrasions all over my body, which per the results of my culture ( i was right...several fucking times and no one would listen to me ) my body is trying to kill me and right now...it is Winning. ( i'm not gonna lose tho, dw, i am a nasty bitch from hell and i refuse to die this ugly, i fucking won't; choke )

tldr; I AM VERY VERY VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT HOW I LOOK. I DO NOT FEEL PRETTY, I AM LIKE ONE BAD COMMENT AWAY FROM TEARING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE AND I AM TELLING YOU GUYS I CANNOT DO THAT, I CANT CREATE ANY TEARING ON MY BODY OR THE BACTERIA WILL TUNNEL AND ITS HARD ENOUGH AS A BITCH WITH DERMATILOMANIA.

PLEASE BE NICE TO ME.

i know we shoot the shit on here and are funny and clown eachother, you guys are my family; it's what families do, but my boundary is that you can say i am pretty and be objectively kind or Please do not send me anything At ALL about how i look; i CANNOT take it rn. i know were just joking, but please, please, PLEASE Do NOT compare me to any ugly creatures, make me feel weird about any part of my face, tell me i look blurry, say anything is too big or too small…

please don’t meme on me abt my appearance...Ever.

it’s a very sensitive spot for me and makes me v anxious.

all this to say, i love you; thank you for being my home.

HYH.

-uncle nina, single ravesey mother and human petri dish

[sinning-23]

Backseat Pillow Princess (Pt.2)

And by popular demand (and because ei couldn't just leave it how I had it and planned on making a part 2 anyway) I BRING YOU PT.2! I really tried to conjure of some kinky freak nasty shit in this y'all so uhhh just be dually noted that I really tried my best with this.

Warnings: tag-team, p in v, multiple rounds, refractory period? we don't know her, creampie, unprotected, biting, choking, eiffel tower in a fucking car dude it gets wicked, nipple play, edging, degrading, praise, light banter, how did we end up outside the gd car????, spit as lube

Hope yall enjoy lol the endingit idk ill probably tweak it later yall pls dotn shame me i was starting to feel bad for makingyall wait so long!

Enjoy~

PT.1 HERE

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It all happens so fast that you can hardly register the clash of teeth and tongue. You can feel the growl that rises up his throat and past his lips on your own, the taste metallic but sweet.

You’re breathless, Wade attacking your neck with the same speed and intensity. Your senses are overwhelmed, body riding a 9-hour (give or take) high.

"You are a fucking sicko, you’re soaked through the leather." Logan grunts, tugging your lower lip with his canines,

"Forget that, look at her tits," Wade gasps, looking at the little bumps your hardened nipples made through the fabric.

Part of you should feel embarrassed but you can’t seem to function when there're two separate mouths and two pairs of hands adorning your body. If your uniform wasn't torn to shreds, it definitely was now, a familiar set of claws slicing latex leather away from your flesh easily.

"Great now what am I supposed to wear when this is over?! At least be a little nice to me!" You huff, peeling the shredded fabric away before attacking the older man before you.

A bit surprised, Logan leans back against the door, your chest flush against him as your breaths mix, hot and heavy in the space. You can feel Wade shift, large hands at your hips with your ass against his pelvis. Finding Logan’s zipper was easy, your fingertips tugging at it as you caught his lower lip between your teeth.

"C'mon let's make this fair. I’m the only one showing some skin.” You purr, pulling the little piece of metal down to reveal tanned, toned abs. The thin sheen of sweat and blood makes them glisten.

You practically drool, the sight of them in the moonlight now seared into your brain.

"Jesus you're built like a brick fucking wall-" You gasp, hesitating to touch before running your hands down Logan's chest, then stomach.

"Like a godddamn marble sculpture," Wade adds, taking his chance to admiring the man beneath the both of you.

He chuckles a bit, shrugging his sleeves off before connecting your lips again. It’s shot though, mostly because you can’t help but look at him.

“Nuh uh, lemme see you.” You command, pushing him back against the door.

He groans, your lip tucking beteeen your teeth as you presses kisses to his pulse, trailing downward as his neck flexed perfectly with the rest of his torso and stomach.

“Gorgeous.” You mumble, finally making your way down to his v-line before licking a stripe right back towards, ending it with a faint bite.

“Shame I can’t mark you up how I want, you’ll just heal it.” You sigh, thumbs tracing Logan’s belt now.

You grind down, a heavy, “oh fuck,” leaving your lips as Wade chuckles from behind you. Speaking of which, he had managed to pull your uniform a little past your ass, his hands squeezing the flesh there.

Of course you can’t help but tilt your head back, accepting sloppy open-mouth kisses from the mercenary when he cups your pussy from behind. Purposefully dragging his middle finger between your folds, his mouth swallows up your whimpers, a grin ever present over the lower half of his scarred face.

"Shit you weren't lying, she is soaked." Wade huffs, licking a stipe up your neck, his chest flush against your back

"You know I had to find a way to get your attention, I was starting to feel left out?" Wade taunts, his ring and middle finger two-knuckles deep in you, the squelching echoing.

Logan, eager to please makes a point to suck a mouthful of your tits, his canines grazing over them. He growls, breathing hot against your skin. His free hand cups your other, thumb swiping over your nipple as your palm presses down against his bulge.

"You gonna take it out or just keep pushing on it?" Logan grumbles, hips rolling into you.

It's hard to think, pleasure flooding your senses as you try your hand at helping his length spring free. Fuck, he's rock hard. And soon enough it's in your hand, hard, hot, and dripping with precum.

If you had to give an example of a photogenic dick, his would be at the top of your list. It's got a slight upward bend, the tip slightly tanned as beads of precum rolled down the side. And right beside that slick train that oozes downward, is a thick vein adorned by a smaller one. Your mouth waters, tongue lulling out of your mouth to taste it.

You're stopped, however, when Wade grips your hair, reminding you that HE is the one with his fingers in you, making your pussy drool with each thrust.

You pause, squeezing the base of Logan's dick in response, just to have the male sigh heavily under you.

"Almost lost your manners huh? That's okay I'll help you." Wade announces, seeing the brief irritation flash behind Logan's hazel eyes.

"You ask when you want something," Wade huffs, tone low and dangerous.

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath through your nose before using your thumb to press down on the tip.

"Please?" You whimper, mouth watering now, needing nothing more than to wrap your lips around his length.

"Please what, honey?" Logan encourages, using his thumb to push past your kiss-bitten lips and press down on your tongue, the saliva dripping down his palm and forearm.

"Please let me suck it." You finish, a satisfied grin finally filling Logan's features.

He nods his head in your direction, his fist at the base as you roll your tongue out your mouth, engulfing the tip, tasting the bittersweet precum slide down your throat. He groans, releasing his hand the farther down you go.

You thank the gods above for your almost nonexistent gag reflex, because once you got a feel for just how he settled in your mouth,you wasted to time getting him acclimated to your throat.

"Fuckkkk that's it, honey, swallow." He grunts, flashing those pretty canines as you do exactly what he says, the flex of your throat making his hand shoot to your head.

Between the feeling of you gulping Logan down and Wade's fingers still stretching you out, you're bound to reach your peak at any minute now. And then you feel it.

Empty for a moment, and finally...

"What, you didn't think I was getting this pussy ready for nothing did you?" Wade chuckles, your spine shivering when his tip slid between your aching wetness.

Arching more, Wade grabs a nice handful of the flesh between your hips and your ass, easily filling your needy cunt as you lift your head, gasping in response to the stretch. A sign of saliva connects your lower lip to the slightly reddened tip of Logan's cock. All you can do is whimper, bracing yourself as Wade thrusts into you, pace quick and calculated.

"F-uck!' You hum, each thrust breakign up the syllabus

Your hands scrath at Logan's chest, using him as an anchor to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. He only chuckles, tugging your hair to place a bruising kiss on your lips, his free hand using your saliva to pick up where you'd left off.

"Squeezing, fuck you're tight." Wade huffs, teeth sinking into your shoulder as Logan's lips swallow up your painfully pleasured whine.

"Close, so close, need it" Is all you can muster up, your hips now meeting his in an attempt to speed the process up.

And sure enough, the knot that had worked its way into your core finally snaps, your strangled moans filling up and pouring out the Honda, your head throwing itself back, as you ride out the high. All you can hear are praises and encouragement from behind and in front of you, all of which are fading in and out as your ears ring.

'Thats it'

'C'mon honey give it to me'

'Good fucking girl'

'So wet holy shit'

'Look how fuckin pretty you are'

'That arch, jesus christ'

"Sooo good, oh fuck yes." You whine, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

Once your eyes manage to flicker back open, you're met with the prettiest view, and you gasp at the sight, already feeling yourself ready for another round.

Thee he was, eyes screwed shut, brows creasing as his chest rises and falls in time with his fist, which was now dripping with thick, silky looking ropes of cum. His jaw is clenched, a growl bubbling past his lips as you reach your hand down to help guide him, the substance coating your fingertips.

"You look so pretty when you cum." You hum, then grabbing his jaw to give another forecefull yet intimate kiss, your tongues slipping past one another.

“My turn,” Logan growls, pulling the door open in one swift movement before tugging your body outside the car.

You gasp, legs feeling more like jelly after Wade had already turned your insides to mush.

You wobble a bit, using the edge of the door to steady yourself before you’re stuffed full again. An overstimulated moan forces its its way out of you. He feels even better inside than in your palm. And yet, he doesn’t move, the sound of Logan’s hollow, shaky breaths mere centimetres from your ear.

“Oh honey.” He groans, his hips moving just to slam back into you, a pleasured yelp leaving your lips in response.

“Can hardly take it, look at you fucking shaking.” He chuckles, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, your head falling foreward as you’re overwhelmed with so many different feelings. The pain from the fight mixed with the pleasure from his strokes and the previous orgasm.

“Don’t- oh Fuckk. Don’t patronize me-.” You whimper, gripping the edge of the door for dear life, the smack of his pelvis to your ass loud and rhythmic.

As if you weren’t already fucked out, Wade managed to scoot riiiiight in front of you, just enough so that his cock is resting against your cheek, and god does your mouth water.

“Let’s keep you busy, huh sweetie?” Wade hums, his tip pressing against your glossy lower lip.

You’re eager to accept, letting your tongue roll around the head before taking as much of him as you can. Every slight thrust of his hips pushed him further and further down your throat, alive dripping down your chin and onto the torn, blood-stained seats below.

It doesn’t take long before you’re right back to square one, legs trembling as your labored breaths quicken in pace.

“Ohhh fuck, squeezing. You’re about to cum arent you honey?” Logan chuckles, squeezing the flesh of your hip before landing a brutal smack to your ass.

He smirks at the sight of the recoil, and doesn’t it again, each smack leaving a nice shade of red. You don’t even have a chance to warn him before you cum, the blissful feeling making you shudder, throat coated with sticky release as Wade tangles his fingers in your scalp.

What you weren’t expecting, was for your release to trickle down your thighs, each thrust only making your squelch more and more. The familiar twinge of overstimulation ravages your senses as you swallow down Wade’s release.

And unfortunately, you’re empty again, peeking over your shoulder just to see Logan finishing on the perfect curve of your back. The pearly beads of cum rolling down your ass and up your spine.

There’s a few beats of silence, paired with the laibored breathes or three violent and fucked out regenerarive assholes.

But of course, Wades specially is breaking silence.

“Hey how come you didn’t squirt for me?” He huffs in faux disappointment.

You can practically hear Logan roll his eyes, whom of which had made a point to massage where he had hit earlier.

“Please shut the fuck up.” Logan huffs, shuffling around the car to either A: find something to clean you up with or B: something for you to wear.

Either way, you're beyond fucked out, the previous tension finally dying down as you're bathed in moonlight. It takes a little effort from the two males but they successfully lean you against the middle console.

Lucky for you, there just so happened to be an extra set of clothes hidden in the trunk most likely belonging to the variant you got this stupid car from anyway.

Meh, I think missing clothes will be the least of his worries considering this piece of shit car is absolutely thrashed...

And now tainted with spit and cum-

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[miguel-owhora]

SYNOPSIS — back on my jessica rabbit!miguel bullshit 😮‍💨

TYPE — spitball

WARNINGS — 18+ , trans!miguel , established relationship , deepthroat , blowjobs , cliffhanger

MORE — hgnghd. might add on idk im titeddd

idk out the usual shit here i forgot what it says ill put it later in the morninv

TAGS — ill put them later

I'm back on my Jessica Rabbit!Miguel AU. who asked? absolutely no one but here i am

Thinking about Miguel w Jessica's whole vibes. He's a stunningly, breathtaking beaut of a man, with a waist so holdable, an ass so biteable, and a pretty face you'd love to just cum all over. It's a shame that Miguel holds him in high regards, and has well enough money to make you disappear if you make him far too uncomfortable.

Plus, he's happily married to you.

A feeble, rabbit, meek of a man half the size of Miguel. You're a clutz, you're dumb, you're too childish - literally. You have the same mechanisms as a cartoon character; you've pulled literal hammers from a pocket and all sorts of things that left others baffled. They look down on you, judge you, scrutinize you with their eyes and judgement.

But not Miguel.

Not Miguel who grows soft and a smiles a bit more whenever he's around you, who gives you every bit of his attention when he's with you. Who kisses you so softly on the cheek, who'll whisper words into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, and give you a seductive look when you go warm and start to stumble over your words. Not Miguel who'll swipe a finger over your shoulders and whisper into your ear, "Follow me, I have a little gift I want to give you."

And who are you to disobey your husband? Like the lovesick fool you are, you follow after your husband like a dog, pupils heartshaped and cartoonish little hearts bubbling from your head, letting him drag you away.

In the privacy behind closed doors and drawn blinds, Miguel sits between your legs. He keeps eye contact as he bobs his head up and down your throbbing, fat cock, slurping obscenely and moaning - not just for show, but also to show how delicious you taste, how addictive it is. His eyes glitter red with fondness and lust, slowly swaying his hips as he nurses your cock down his throat.

Drool drips down your length, teeth gently biting down on your hand to muffle your moans. You're beyond flustered, balls pinching, and Miguel suddenly deepthroats it and rolls your balls between his hand, and it's enough to get you to shoot down his throat.

"Cream cake," Miguel smiled, licking his lips clean of cum and spit, grinning up at your dazed expression. His hand slowly jerks at your cock, keeping it hard. "My favorite."

Suddenly, Miguel moves and clambers onto your lap, now looking a little bit flustered. And it's then you realize, with a raw hint of giddiness, how his bare pussy drips onto your cock.

"But not as much as I adore creampies." Miguel purrs, rocking down your cock.

[iiwaijime]

endgame: ew, romance

mlist.

you groan, chucking your phone away from you. no matter what, you will find a way to get out of this project. because there's no way you'll be working with toge inumaki of all people. you can see how it's gonna go already, with you having to do all the work and him taking the credit for it. you've seen how it is, he rarely submits homework, and when it's does, it's only because it makes up a part of his perfect grade.

you roll off the bed, stretching with a groan before opening your laptop. you're still on the floor in your pjs, face unwashed, but this is too important. your fingers practically fly over the keyboard as you type the email to your teacher. it's a simple one–you don't mince your words, telling them exactly what you want: another person to do the project with.

you press send, lying down on the floor with your eyes fixed on the ceiling. that is, until a notification pops up almost immediately. you shoot up again, checking your laptop. to your surprise, it's your teacher. you open the email as fast as you can, but your face falls as soon as you read the text. you can't change it, or you'll end up losing 80% of your grade–part of the project is being able to cooperate with whoever you've been assigned, whether they're inside or out of your comfort zone.

shit. fuck. shit. what the fuck are you supposed to do now? you get up numbly to go to the bathroom. unfortunately, it's on the other side of the expensive house that gojo’s rented — bought? — for the four of you. you pull on a hoodie over your pjs, mentally preparing yourself for the people you might meet outside. as soon as you open the door, nobara screams.

“shit, you're alive?” maki grins up at you lazily from where she's sprawled out on the floor, head on nobara’s lap. you don't answer, crossing your arms defensively. she sits up, fingers still laced with nobara’s. you cringe at the sight of romance. “you're gonna do the project right?”

“no?” it comes out more like a question, and you're unsure of how true the statement is, too.

“gimme your phone,” demands maki. although rather confused, you obey quietly, watching her save a new contract there. she hands it back to you when she's done, smiling. “if you do want to do the project later.”

you roll your eyes, but all three of you know that this grade matters too much to you — once a little kid in a small town in the middle of nowhere, with dreams too big to be real. and now you're so close to achieving them. so, so close. you nod at her, forcing a smile in thanks, before making your way to the bathroom.

woo go maki shes like fuck it ill do it myself

ignore the timings idk wtf is going on there kthx

good luck babe is soooo aeugh good omg

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[sweetteainthesummerx]

THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (9)

In which Aubrey gets interviewed...

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ellemagazine Our June edition features Aubrey Yang on her directing debut, the trajectory of her career and new friends in Formula One. Full article linked in bio.

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user1 ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BARK BARK SHES SO FINE

aubreyyang thank you for having me Elle! always a blast 💋

-- aubberieloverss MOTHERRR

dior.n.goodjohn ILY UR SO BEAUTIFUL AND ETHERAL

-- aubreyyang stawpp ur making me blush

formula1 thank you for the shout out! hope to see you in the Ferrari paddocks soon 🏎️

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-- f1wagsupdates BAHAHA f1 admin ur brave for that one

lilymhe prettiest girl

-- aubreyyang me and dior miss u tons! can't wait to see u soon

mvertsppdudu can ollie fight ill catch him in the paddocks

ELLE MAGAZINE

NEW ISSUE

INTERVIEW WITH AUBREY YANG

Aubrey Yang, the multi-faceted actress debuts her talent and grit for directing and screenwriting in her short film Pelt, winning the Best Screenplay and a notable nominee for the Best Film during London Film week. Since we've last seen her at Elle New York, she has turned 18, nearing 19 now, and made some drastic changes to her life.

Since her film, Yang has not been in any other production as talent, but teases us with a new project "that's coming soon, don't worry". She adores her new found love for being a creative, and is scouting to get her hands on more projects in Hollywood on that side of the camera.

Her studies continue at New York University and she is set to graduate early, next year. When asked about her ability to balance school and work, she smiles knowingly and tells us that "it's important to take breaks, but more importantly, I've chosen things I love to do".

During these breaks, Yang is often seen with fellow young actress Dior Goodjohn and international pop sensation Olivia Rodrigo. But 18 has brought a new hobby: Formula One.

"I met Lily [Muni He] and Alex [Albon] at a gala, and we hit it off. They're like my parents" she answers adoringly. She has been seen multiple times in both the Williams and Ferrari garages visiting with fans and learning about the mechanics of racing.

"I've met some wonderful people; I never really got to be a regular teenager because I was working and going to university early. They've really helped teach me about having fun and letting loose."

Next year when we inevitably feature her lovely face again, we'll see the new changes to her life.

MESSAGES

ollie

I read ur article it was great

sad I didn't get a shout out tho :(

aubrey

sorry boo

PROMISE TO GIVE YOU ONE NEXT YEARR

ollie

okay :)

anyways r we still on for the trip?

aubrey

yes mr. bearman

ollie

I was thinking Charles and Alex might want to go w us

aubrey

YESSS MY FAV MONAGESQUES

ollie

gotta go but talk later? ☺️

aubrey

kk cya bearman

ollie

bye yang :)

MESSAGES

alex 🖼️

cou cou chérie!

(hey dear)

aubrey 🎬

AHH ALEX J'avais l'intention de t'envoyer un texto ! On part en voyage en Europe ?

(I was meaning to text you, are we on for the Europe trip?)

alex 🖼️

yes but I have smth to ask

aubrey 🎬

um not the English what's wrong

alex 🖼️

DO U LIKE OLLIE

aubrey 🎬

UM BYE WHY

alex 🖼️

bc I have to watch him text u and its dégoûtant

(disgusting)

aubrey 🎬

bro idk

dior thinks we like each other

its just hes becoming such a good friend

he makes me smile

and hes so sweet and kind and gentle

hes not like any other guy ik

alex 🖼️

its going to be such a long trip 😔

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olliebearman replied to your story

cute 😊

aubreyyang

ikr shes my cousins baby

olliebearman

oh

very cute

wanna play 9 ball on message

aubreyyang

YOURE ON

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bearyfast_04 I think im ready to be a father

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leosdad fatherhood is hard

-- landoakabob u have a dog

-- leosdad u take that back hes my son

pastryboy SIR U ARE 21 WDYM CHILDREN

-- bearyfast_04 but look at her 🥰

-- arthuranddw another fallen soldier

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[ayrastv]

got a thing for the troublemaker?!

sypnosis : you and the student council president—rin, have a tendency to piss eachother off. what if this rivalry turns into something else?

content : reader is reffered as ‘miss’ or ‘her’ (i hate writing ‘name’ ‘y/n’). very light angst, you’re both in CRAZYYY denial, fluff, you’re a troublemaker :p EXTREMELLLLYYY CORNY and overused storyline..i am sorry🙏🙏🙏, cursing, highschool au and idk what else to add

tagging @megutime !

“this is dumb.” rin sighs, the principle made a poll whether there should be a school prom, or a sports event. of course, rin voted the sports event. whats the point of a school prom?

and not to his surprise, the school prom won. the principle left the job of setting up the prom to the student council president, rin swears this event is gonna be the death of him.

he’s currently buying some supplies with the vice president felena. “i think this fabric would make good ribbons.” she holds up the silky white fabric to show rin, he just nods in approval.

“so, have you decided who you’re taking to prom?” felena asks, the blush evident on her face. (rin is too dense to notice).

“no one.” he says blankly, causing felena to give him a dissapointed look, but thats okay, theres plenty of time. (for what?)

rin is taking the boxes of materials to the student council room when suddenly, he’s pushed to the side harshly, stumbling upon the boxes. “what the hell-“

“oh, my bad pres!” you continue running, you were trying to catch your friend in the hall, running around aimlessly (which is, also against the hall rules)

“tch..” if looks could kill, you’d be dead because rin is glaring at you from afar. he’d get you in trouble by now, but he has to bring these materials to the room, he’ll get you later though, for sure.

rin sets down the boxes on the shelf, his mates are discussing about the setup. “oh, hey rin!” felena greets him first. “we’ve got a gist of what to do, we’re gonna need more help though. we’ll need some students to volunteer.” rin grumbles, already knowing he’ll have to take care of that.

“fine, ill try to get some people to help.” its gonna be a headache, but he’ll get through it.

ring ring ring!

“oh, shit.” rin didn’t even realise the time, it was already time for classes. “we’ll continue this during break.” rin hastily leaves the room.

rin checks what class he has first, ugh, of course it has to be history. he rushes to the class, he’s already 5 minutes late. (it doesn’t matter much, he’s the teachers pet so he’ll get away with it.)

when rin enters the class the professor politely lets him in, but you’re the first one to break the silence. “wow, a whole 7 minutes late pres. didn’t expect that from you.” you tease.

“shut up, will you?” he glares, he hasn’t forgotten about your little mischief from earlier, you’re definitely not escaping detention today.

honestly, you hate classes, which is why you’re eyes are currently fighting your consciousness, daring to close shut. rin doesn’t fail to notice, he’s always trying to find ways to get you in trouble, afterall.

“professor.” rin speaks up. “you might wanna check up on her.” the teacher turns to you, realising you’re asleep. he walks over to your table, hitting his duster on it so you wake up.

“well, Miss sleeping beauty, would you like to explain to the entire class about the topic?” your teacher asks sternly, you take a moment to recollect your surroundings.

“oh, uh.” shit, you’re in trouble. “i would not.” your professor gives you a disappointed look. “stand, for the entire class. atleast you wont fall asleep like that.” your professor returns to his spot and continues explaining the topic.

you can feel eyes on you, chatter and laughter about you, nothing your not used to but god its annoying. you especially notice your rival looking quite smug—he’s the one that told the teacher, didn’t he?

ill get you back, just you wait itoshi.

during break, you had a little scheme, a classic prank, you’d put a little hit me note on his back, his reaction to people constantly hitting him would be priceless!

you’re walking to the halls with your little sticky note, trying to spot the itoshi. ah! there he is, by that locker. you could never miss his tall figure.

you realise he’s talking to someone, you gotta execute this carefully. you hide behind a nearby locker, sticky note in your hand just waiting to be sticked on his back.

“this is the list of food items we decided on.” felena hands rin the list, and you don’t miss the way her hand brushes against rin’s, lingering a bit too long for your—hey, wait, why are you paying this much attention to such a mundane detail?

“mhm. ill take care of it.” rin nods.

“so, uhm. have you decided yet?” felena asks.

“decided what?”

“who to take to prom..” felena smiles at him.

“no.”

“oh, okay. anyways..ill see you later.” she walks away.

rin shrugs, not giving her constantly asking that question too much thought. however, you, on the other hand are deep in thought about the whole conversation, your sticky note is long forgotten, fallen to the ground as your brain cant stop thinking about the whole scene.

you feel..troubled? you honestly have no idea, but you’re getting pretty bad vibes right now. “i must not be feeling good from all that running..” you’re gonna avoid the feeling, for now. its probably fleeting, right?

this isn’t what you planned for at all.

of course that dumb principle had to give you the worst punishment of all—help your enemy set up the prom decorations, really?

you scoff as you fold the fabric into ribbons, damn that itoshi. it wasn’t that serious, right? you had no harmful intentions! but wait, how did you even get here?

“he’ll never see it coming!” you thought, waiting behind the door with your water bottle, ready to splash it right in his face.

you’re still not over what happened during history class, when you heard rin’s gonna be taking some files from the storage room, you just had to sneak in there! how could you not?

“cant believe im wasting my time moving around these pa-“ splash! there’s water all over his face….and.. the test papers?

you fucked up.

“what the fuck..” rin is furious, you know you’re not going to hear the end of it…but how were you supposed to know he was holding the test papers?!

“you’re done, you’re fucking done.” rin glares at you, he looks like he’s about to punch you but he has some restraint.

“whats going on here?” the principle notices the commotion, coming over, when he see’s the wet test papers he already knows you’re the reason for this.

“Miss, you’re in huge trouble.” uh oh. “both of you, to my office, now.” he leaves.

“dang it..” you sigh. “this is all because of your idiot ass.” rin doesn’t waste time, taking your arm and dragging you to the office.

“we’re here, sir.” rin enters the room with you.

“explain yourself, miss.” the principle crosses his arms, demanding an explanation.

“ahh, well, you see. i was just doing a silly pra-“

“i’ve heard enough.” the principle looks stern. “these test papers were important, and this inconvenience is going to cause a lot of problems in the schedule, do you understand that?”

“..yes sir.”

“good, you’re punishment is to set up the entire prom, you too rin. call the others off duty.”

“what?” rin looks angry. “me? im not th-“

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

“i understand.” rin grits his teeth, as soon as you left the principle’s office, rin scolded your ear off. (he looked cute when he’s angry), wait what are you talking about?!

so, thats why you’re here now, setting up the ballroom with rin. “hey, idiot, pass me the scissors.” rin shouts from the other side. you grumble, taking the scissors and walking over to him.

you don’t realise you’re pointing out the sharp side of the scissors, and rin unknowingly reaches out for it and a cut pierces through the skin of his finger. “ow!” rin squints at the cut.

“oh, oops.” you shrug it off. “don’t you know the giver is suppose to hold the sharp side, dumbass?” rin scolds as usual. “you’ll be fineee, ill get you a bandaid.” you head over to your bag, getting an emergency bandaid.

you walk over to him, bandaid in hand. “show me your finger.”

“i can do it myself.”

“just show it, bro.” you huff. (im sorry THE BRO-ZONE HAHAHA)

“ugh, fine.” he holds out his hand, you’re surprisingly gentle as you wrap the bandaid around his long finger, pressing it to make sure it doesn’t peel off, your touch feels nice, warm and—

“heyyyyyy, ‘thank you’???” you cross your arms, he snaps out of his daydreaming.

“whatever, thanks.”

it’s officially a day before the prom! unfortunately, all students have to attend. no one’s asked you, and honestly you dont plan on asking out anyone either—not like anyone would wanna go with you anyway.

“hey, rin.” the familiar voice startles you, eavesdropping is bad—but you never intended on being good anyway right?

“hm, whats up?” rin turns to felena.

“you know, the prom is tomorrow.” oh, you know where this is going.. “do you wanna be my date?” felena asks, a blush evident on her face.

you don’t know why, but you’re curious about rin’s answer, why are you scared he’ll say yes? you can’t shake off this feeling..

“uh.”

rin wasn’t used to this at all—he can’t believe his assistant was asking him out to prom, its not that he wanted to go with her- he just didn’t know how to reject her without causing much conflict.

he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

“im…already going with someone.” he lies.

you’re in disbelief, and for some reason, sad, jealous..?

you didn’t think he’d have anyone, you thought he’d be like you, going alone. you don’t know why you’re so upset about this. its not like you care..right?

“oh.” felena brushes it off with a smile. “nice! who are you going with?” of course, she’s prying.

rin’s struck frozen for a second, think, think, think of a name, fast!

“im going with her.”

you’re shocked, did he just say your name? but he didn’t even ask you out-

am i relieved..?

for some reason, you’re relieved, but still, confused. you’re gonna need to talk to him. wait, why are you relieved? thats not the point right now anyway—felena just gives him a nod, as soon as she leaves you’re rushing over to him.

“what was that about?” your hands go to your hips as you ask him, a mischevious smirk on your face—one he’s seen quite a few times.

“you were eavesdropping? god, can you get any worse?” he sighs. “…i didn’t know how to reject her.” he looks away, trying to hide his red face. “can you, uh, play along?” does this mean what you think it means ?!

“of co- i mean, fine. you owe me for this though..” you conceal your excitement, no way you’re excited at going to prom with the itoshi rin right?

you’re getting ready for the big night, you’ve got your favorite dress on with some jewelry to compliment it, maybe you do care about rin’s approval a little more than you anticipated..but whatever, you can’t wait to see his jaw drop when he see’s your outfit!

you’re confidently walking to the ballroom, you enter and you can feel some eyes on you, distracted by the whispering and chatter in the room—

“hey, you only need to focus on me.” suddenly, you feel an arm around your waist, you’re face immediately burns up when you turn around and see none other than rin, your prom date.

“oh god, just s-shut up.” you look away, its hard to ignore his warm fingers clasping your dress, keeping you close so you don’t get lost. since when could he be a gentleman?

you both walk over to the main area, you admire your and rin’s work, it truly did pay off! you grab some punch, a classic for prom. “have some too, you’re such a party pooper.” you tease rin. “ill pass.” he grumbles.

most of the night goes on with you talking to some friends and making trouble (rin is there to stop you).

soon everyone goes back to their own group or date, you and rin are in a little corner away from the crowd. you decided to bring him here since you could tell he wasn’t that comfortable over there.

“hmm, ive given it some thought and your favor to me will be doing my homework for the week!” you say proudly, rin grumbles. “fine, figured your dumbass would ask for something like that.”

“hey, thats rude, bullying is against the school rules!”

“shut up.”

“shut me up.”

“what?”

“what?”

and before you know i-

a/n : WOAH THERE!!! i’ve decided to split this fic into 2 parts! sorry but, you’ll have to wait to see part 2 (IM SORRY AHHAHAJA I LOVE CLIFF HANGERS) ANYWAYS.. MANGA READERS!! DID YOU GET THE REFERENCE OF WHAT RIN SAID WHEN THE EYES WERE ON U🥺🥺🥺 (i felt so genius writing that) UMM ANYWAYS this is really cliche and rushed..im sorry about that :(( BUT ngl i think i did a good job writing this.

i know, i am a little over 10 minutes late to rin’s birthday i am sincerely sorry i love you rin ur such a cutie i am totally not inlove with your brother!! 🫶🫶

ANYWAYS PEACE OUT !!

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 5 -> WIP

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn.

a/n: hehehhehehe finally new update :3 got rid of the rude reader tw cuz reader is gonna be annoyed at the world at best angry at worst plus i dont think ive been writing them rudely so also forgive me if the writing pov changes weirdly idk i have a hard time staying focused and consistent ill try better

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv  @kaoyamamegami

What the hell was this place.

It seems all they did was stare at you and when you would clearly get sick of the mumbles and looks you'd splash them and they'd fucking laugh.

They were weird and the Gaz guy was weirder.

You found later his name was actually Kyle and he meant to clarify earlier.

But you found the silly nickname funny.

But this wasn't fun.

Being propped up on a large mat next to the side of the pool the leather felt uncomfortable under you, You also felt way too exposed as a few humans looked over your stitches and wrappings.

It felt weird there hands weren't rough but no one besides a few have touched you like this they were talking about something you'd care less to pay attention too.

As they examined you, Gaz kept trying to pull your attention away from the other humans.

Oh?

Was he jealous?.

Humans are so fickle it's funny.

-

Christ.

Even working with merfolk in the past Gaz still never got used to the bigger ones like you.

Scarface as you've been suitably nicknamed for the moment been alright and cooperative so far no biting or thrashing.

He'd likely guess the wounds were causing you to be so irritable they didn't look good when they first arrived problem had a couple of parasites on them along with other infections that are still being treated.

Price was observing the whole check up process.

You didn't speak much at least not to any of the other staff.

There were a few problems though.

Firstly they found you solo but there was still likely you belonged to a pod but which is the question.

Secondly, they couldn't keep you in the medical pool forever you were wild to some extent it would be cruel to keep you from you family.

Thirdly during your surgery, they'd found a piece of metal that didn't look important it was kept to be looked over in case it helped discover why you were in such a state, Price already guessed territorial fighting but you clearly (no offense) couldn't pick your battles.

Some of these scars and bites could have been lethal.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as you shifted clicking in annoyance he was quick to reach over for another fish from the bucket nearby by offering it up in an attempt to distract you.

"Are all humans this pokey?"

"No Scarface we just..need to make sure your healing okay..Then we can release you."

Kyle huffed as he gave you an honest smile ignoring the glare and grumble he received in return, You still took the fish though idly crunching on it.

They eventually finished the examination without much fuss except for you not so subtly tripping the newest volunteer who honestly should have been starting off with a much smaller mer than you.

But you start off somewhere.

Speaking of which it's about lunch time for them now and his break time, Kyle oversaw you getting back into the pool without much struggle before he left your area visiting by Price to mention he was going on his break before grabbing his lunch and heading to the docks.

He'd usually not have to wait long before they'd show but it'd seemed they were late.

It wasn't long till a familiar face popped up flashing teeth and all.

"Hey, Soap!" Kyle grinned as he looked to see the shark mer propping up his elbows onto the dock.

"Ghost comin'..?"

"Ah in a bit he's still getting his bearings.."

Now he was confused the last time he'd seen the pair and given them there updated shots and tags they'd been great.

The pair were unusual a Shark and Orca together seemed unheard of but yet just a few years ago now when Kyle had fallen overboard during an solo observation trip Ghost saved him from drowning.

Both of them were odd in a good way, Simon having been outcasted by his pod but he doesn't like to talk about it.

He had lots of scars all telling of countless battles of either for his territory or from just fights.

As for Soap, Sharks were solitary regardless but Soap had his own set of scars from fights some he shouldn't have tried starting.

"Bearings? What happended?.."

"Another fuckin' Orca smaller not as experienced grabbed me a few days back, Si really fucked em' up till the bastard clocked him on the head with there tail-"

Wait.

"Jesus , Where is he? I can get a team out and-"

"Ah ye know how he feels about humans..Plus he seemed to be swimming straight.."

"But Soap , He could have a concussion or maybe a facture-"

Soap sighed as he glanced back to the water before back at Kyle.

"Look..You can try convincing em'"

Soap frowned as Simon finally surfaced propping himself up onto the dock as well the wood creaking slightly under the weight of just Simons upper half.

"Ghost"

"Kyle."

Kyle huffed as he didnt even need to say anything as he went up to him giving him a look before he huffed grumbling quietly adjusting himself better so that Kyle could assess him.

Taking his time looking over the newer injuries they had healed well enough fishing out his little hand held flash light from his keychain in his pocket he checked Ghost's eyes.

After a bit of checking Kyle felt satisfied ignoring Ghost annoyed clicks.

"Mm..Now Soap you said it was another Orca right..? Did it come back?"

"Nah..Fucker swam off after bashing Ghost head..Pretty sure I could smell em' bleeding though for a bit till they got too far."

Right this was looking to be way too convenient and fitting to not match up with good ol' Scarface's condition.

"Mm..Alright..Anyway I brought some-"

"Treats?!" Before Kyle could even move his lunchbox away Soap had snatched it and Kyle let out a exasperated sigh not even fighting for it risk of being pulled into the water.

"Jesus Soap my lunch is still in there be careful- And dont eat the plastic!"

[fromtheberrybush]

Warmth

The story of Berry leaving his family at 16.

tw for: implied homophobia/transphobia, hallucinations, implied neglect (idk if there is more)

Being 16 was hard for anyone, that was a well known fact. But for a young transmasc person with overbearing parents, and ignored mental illness trying to teach his little sibling things while also fighting for what little freedom he can get?

Berry was trying faer best. Berry, with a dull expression, sleep deprived eyes, choppy box dyed black hair and a few piercings that were bound to get infected starting to pop up on faer face, was at faer limit.

He stood over his parents, watching their sleeping faces. Fae could remember a time of tenderness, looking at the peaceful expressions.

It could be the hallucinations, but he swore he could see their faces twist into the warm smiles fae remembers from faer childhood.

But it was their fault he was leaving. Berry wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for them.

He wouldn't, fae wouldn't, he wouldn't.

He wouldn't leave faer sibling, fae wouldn't feel the guilt.

Fae touched their foreheads, his own head being flooded with memories of them- of himself.

The first time his father held him, when they taught faer how to ride a bike, when they let him run the bonfires in the backyard.

And when things when wrong. When he fucked them up.

He felt the disappointment and the feeling of failure that faer own parent felt when fae came out. He felt the coldness that followed, the sympathy.

When the memories were done flooding faer mind, and everything was left cold, fae could feel something wet on his cheeks and the accelerated breathing in his chest.

Fae traveled down to faer brother's room. It was the room you would expect from a 12-13 year old kid.

He looked at the kid, smiling softly in a way that was very rarely seen by anyone in his life. Fae dreaded what fae had to do.

He leaned out, gently moving the hair out of the kid's face and lowering faerself to place a soft kiss on their forehead.

A warmth spread through the kid, behind their eyes. It wasn't the same searing heat that typically devoured the victims of 451.

It was the warmth if a campfire on a warm night, much like the ones Berry used to start for them to roast marshmallows over. It was the warmth of a fireplace on a cold night while the two siblings shared stories to tempt each other to sleep.

It was the warmth of love, unconditional and soft.

Berry was gone the next day, from their memories, from their lives.

They noticed nothing different, but the kid- they noticed that they somehow felt colder, with no memory of the warmth that they were missing.

//aaaa okay this was written rlly quickly so sorry for typos or whatever else.

The gender of the little sibling is purposefully left up to interpretation in case someone wants to make an oc for them/has an oc/ if i want to make the acct later

tags for some ppl who may be interested

@respiratory-kristem @doakarma @onlyifheisthere @ezra-dark-shadow @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @oscarsgallery

[canyouiimagine]

Showed Me | CS55 x Black!Reader (draft)

A/N: This is just a draft but I wanted to know if you guys like the use of I or You better 👩🏾‍💻 👉🏾👈🏾

I'm also planning on making this a series so, yeah 💖

Warnings: cursing, mean reader, mentions of cheating. (idk how to do this 😭)

Carlos Sainz was an asshole. 

I knew it, she knew it, everybody knew it. 

It wasn’t even like the man looked like an angel. Carlos looked the part and his actions told it all. He was selfish and narcissistic, but he was also charming, and that’s how he got away with everything.

Y/BF/N had met him at a party a year ago in Ibiza. It was love at first sight she told me. He had saved her from a guy who was harassing her and stayed with her afterward to make sure she was okay. He eventually drove her home not expecting anything in return and gave her his number in case she needed anything. Shortly after, they started dating. 

To her, was sweet and caring. He flew her out places, bought her expecting gifts, and gave her his time whenever he could. But being an F1 driver, they were apart a lot. Sure, he would fly her out but it was different. They were in a secret relationship, something that he had managed to convince her she wanted, and so even when in the same city, the time they could spend together was limited. 

To me, he was a prick who had convinced my friend that it would be better to keep their relationship a secret so he could feed her crumbs and use it as an excuse.

Carlos being an F1 driver, they were apart a lot. Sure she would sometimes attend the races - she was a software engineer and worked remotely so she could accommodate - but they couldn't even interact in public. They spent their time loving each other in secret. It was hard but worth it. Or so she thought. 

After a year of dating that’s when she saw it. A girl had posted a picture at his house. She didn’t tag him or add the location but she didn’t need to for my friend to know. Of course she would recognize the house she spent half of her time in anywhere! Though she tried to reassure herself at first, after scrolling through the pictures she resigned herself. He had been cheating on her the entire time. There were pictures upon pictures of her at the same places she had been flown to, to meet up with her boyfriend. Hotels and homes they stayed at. And all with a week or sometimes even just hours she presumed of difference!

She didn’t even know who was the side chick, was it her or the other girl? Had he met the both of them at the same time? Were there other girls? 

She cried on the phone explaining everything to me and I couldn’t resist the urge to say -

“I told you so.”

“Y/N! You’re supposed to be supportive! I gave him one year of my life. One year!” She cried out to me. 

“I’m sorry…” And I really was. Y/BF/N was emotional. She was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve. She wouldn’t think ill of somebody until they did something bad to her, that’s why all of our warnings fell silent to her ears. 

“He wasn’t a bad boyfriend. There was no way I could have suspected this.” She lamented. What she said was half true. He was a good boyfriend, always treated her very well but his actions were suspicious on more than one occasion. 

For instance, they had this “ritual” if you will. They would call each other every night to talk about their day and whatnot. But sometimes he wouldn’t answer the phone and tell her he was busy with work but could be seen partying with girls later in the media. She would ask him about and he would say it was for business and he couldn’t say no because then they would suspect something and he wanted to protect her. 

That was always his excuse.

“We can’t let him get away with this! We-” She said, all sadness gone from her face. 

“We?” I asked, cutting her off. I didn’t remember this being a ‘we’ problem. 

She glared at me and resumed what she was saying. “We -" she emphasized, "- have to make him pay!”. 

She looked at me expectingly and I sighed.“What do you have in mind?”

Hearing that, she grinned, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Like I said, Y/BF/N was emotional. She wanted revenge and revenge was what I did best. 

[trolls-confessions]

okay it's copy-pasted from my notes do it's a bit all over the place, but.... here's what i've got do far:

socmed au:

1) everyone's in their mid 20's - early 30's (present time,). back in highschool, the snackpack was this big group of not really popular kids, but noticeable enough. poppy, guy diamond and creek were basically highschool royalty and they let it get to their heads just a bit (as teens do)

2) branch (autistic, as previously stated) just kept to himself and didn't talk much, he had a lot going on at home; grandma was sick and his brothers fought a lot. idk how the american school system works but let's say branch had the same schedule as creek.

5) so Teen Creek takes it upon himself to teach Teen Branch a lesson. sorry, help him "integrate to the class with a positive attitude". he interrupts branch when he participates in math class ("showing off much, mate?"). he bumps into branch on the hallways and makes him drop his things ("sorry, you're so quiet i didn't see you there"). branch is looking sad one day and creek loudly asks if it's because of his parents divorce, his grandma's illness or his brothers leaving for college ("i'm just worried about you man :(").

6) he sees branch look at poppy once (1) and tells him LOUDLY it's rude to stare at girls ("people don't stare like that"). branch is tapping his foot during class and creek LOUDLY complains how it's very rude to the teacher ("you're distracting the whole class, how could you be do inconsiderate?"). branch brought a fidget spinner once to class and creek "borrowed" it and never gave it back. creek "asked" branch (again, loudly) why doesn't he look at people when they're talking to him, it's very rude!! he also tells branch to smile more, bc his grumpy face makes it hard to talk to him

7) every comment Teen Creek makes is loud, in the middle of the classroom/hallway/cafeteria with the full intention of gathering as much attention as possible. eventually it works, people start distancing themselves from branch bc he's "rude, creepy and weird".

9) fast forward to the present. Adult Branch moved cities, he now owns a mechanic shop (idk i want him to work with machines/cars); he's not famous but he has a few regulars and often does handiwork around the neighborhood. he didn't keep contact with anyone from highschool, he talks with his brothers sometimes but that's about it. it's the only reason why he has social media at all.

11) so one day he's just scrolling through twitter and sees one of his neighbors share stuff about Autism Awareness Month. he goes to the comments and... wouldn't you know it. is that creek??? Highschool Creek?????? commenting positively on a post about autism????????

13) so, in a feet of rage he starts typing a VERY long thread exposing every single time creek bullied him during highschool. but it's not just empty words, he has RECEIPTS: creek used to text him and delete his messages, but not before branch could take a screenshot. he posts all of it, tags creek and then goes back to work.

14) branch checks his phone later that night and it's CHAOS. he gained a bunch of followers, people are quoting his thread with their own experiences and he's got a BUNCH of dms and dm requests. there's also texts from his brothers freaking the fuck out and a lot of missed calls. and some texts from CREEK.

ITS PEAK ITS PEAK ITS PEAK ITS PEAK

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by @daggerbean @ndostairlyrium @inquisimer @greypetrel and @plisuu - Thank you for tagging me! I fear many of you have already done your thing for the week, but for whenever @dreadfutures @pinayelf @zenstrike @dungeons-and-dragon-age @vakarians-babe and you!

Not fandom things, but I am still working on my yarn project (shawl? lap blanket? idk, I'm having fun).I had to pull a bunch of lines to fix something, but I'm making progress again and loving how this is coming out.

Writing-wise, I just finished a first draft of an Exchange piece (hard-won) and I've been looking over a Zevwen thing I started a few months ago. The research bit is the reason I set this aside instead of finishing it a few months ago, but the heart of it is steady.

This is part of one of my favorite scenes so far (700ish words):

Water sloshed in the tub behind her. Zevran’s fingertips brushed her elbow when he stepped past, and she adored the comfort of it even as she silently willed him not to ask. 

“Do you know,” he said. “I know that we were convinced to leave the alienage, but—what do you think of find a way into that clinic in the morning?” 

Wen turned to look at him, running the cloth through her wet hair, and he smiled at her. 

“I do think we can take them, should we bring the correct people,” he added. “These words about some sort of illness are clearly all lies, whatever they say.”

Oh—the realization had hit her more than once, swift and unerring as an arrow to the chest, but she had it again now: she loved him. Perhaps she would explain the feeling away later, perhaps she would shove it off for some other day. It didn’t matter. But right now—right now his hair clung to his face in a distinctly unattractive way, he was making an odd face while he dried his neck, and the skin on his hands was wrinkled with water. 

He was the most beautiful thing in the whole of Thedas and she loved him unequivocally. 

“Alright,” she said, and turned away again. “Yes. We should.”

Her hand ached when she pressed her thumb to the wound, but at least it had stopped bleeding. Wen bound it before she climbed into bed. She’d hesitated to ask Zevran to stay—after all that, she’d no idea what she might say or do next—but he’d followed her to the massive bed anyway and she hadn’t had the heart to tell him to leave her. Instead, she twined her bare legs with his and wrapped her arm around his waist. If she laid her head on his chest, she couldn’t see him looking at her. 

They’d doused the lights. Only the warm light of the fire remained, dancing over the fine golden hairs over his chest. Wen watched them, listening to the steady beat of Zevran’s heart. His hand lifted and stroked through her hair after they’d been lying still for several moments. It felt nice, soothing, relieving some of the ache at the base of her neck. Just as she’d begun to doze, he spoke again. 

“I will not ask,” he said, and she tensed. “I said that I will not, mi vida, unless you tell me otherwise. But—why did you not tell me?” 

One of Nelaros’s eyes had been open. She remembered that. One open, one missing. You could see all the way through it to the stone floor beneath. When she’d taken the ring from his hand, she’d wondered if it would fit perfectly inside, as if it had always been meant to frame a wound rather than adorn a hand. 

“I didn’t know how,” she said, and it was the truth. She still didn’t know how and she’d already done it. But—it wasn’t the whole truth. She’d gone this far without outright lying to Zevran; there was no sense in stopping now. 

“I—didn’t want you to see me any differently.” 

“Truly? After everything I have told you?” 

There was a rumble of a chuckle in his chest. Wen steeled herself and lifted her head to look at him. His eyes glinted in the firelight, flashing gold, and as hard as she searched she could find no recriminations in them. 

“Alright,” she said at last. “It was stupid.” 

“I did not say so,” he pronounced, pressing a hand to his chest. 

Wen bared her teeth at him and he laughed at her, tipping his head back against the pillows. She loved his laugh, even when he was laughing at her; she loved the long line of his throat and the way he smiled at her when he didn’t think she was watching and she loved his grace, loved the way he wove through a battlefield like he anticipated every move of his opponent. She loved his hand in hers and the way he smelled and she loved him. 

She loved him. 

“I hate you,” she said, and tucked her face against his neck so she could nuzzle the soft skin there. 

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Always Have, Always Will - Roman x Reader

Taking a break from my Adam Cole x Reader series to input a Roman x Reader real quick.

Timeline is kinda wonky. It’s Heel!Champion!Roman during his battles with K.O but Renee is also still there interviewing (I dunno when she left for maternity leave, so *shrug* ) And it’s after Jey’s joined Roman, too. So… idk.

If you want to be added to tag list, let me know!

Y/F/N = Your first name Y/N/N = Your nickname (like, when I wrote this, it was Magnolia/Maggie)

Also— no hate meant towards Galina <3

Word Count: 3,010

TAGS @shedevil22 @amourseculier  @wwequeen-edits-blog @regalbanshee @wwequeensbeeblog

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Food in catering was always hit and miss. Sometimes they had really good choices—and then sometimes they sucked.

Tonight was one of those nights.

The plate in my hand only had two things currently on it, but I knew it wouldn’t be near enough for myself and Roman.

A soft smile graced my face as I thought of my boyfriend. We had known each other for a long time now, almost eight years. We had met back in FCW—I had been a valet for Seth. Roman was a sweet guy, charming—and very easy on the eyes; however I was still pretty young back then—and he had been in a relationship with Galina. Over the years, however, Roman and I had grown close—and the relationship with Galina had seemingly fizzled to nothing. At first, he had seemed hesitant to take our friendship to the next level—his flirtations uncertain. However, after many pep talks and un-solicited advice from both Seth and Dean, Roman had finally taken the chance.

That was three years ago.

The two of us had been through quite a bit in those years. Championship wins—championship losses; turmoil between friends (and brothers); injuries and illness; happy memories—sad memories; thousands of miles traveled together.

I wouldn’t change any second of it for anything in the world.

“Hey girl— you been smilin’ to yourself for a good couple minutes now,” Jey smirked as he slid up next to me, his eyes roaming the available food options,” Care to share?”

“Hey Jey,” I laughed,” Just… thinking. About the past couple years.”

“They been interesting, that’s for damn sure,” Jey agreed, picking up a wheat biscuit and turning it over in his hand before frowning and putting it back down.

“That it has,” I nodded, before noticing he was in his ‘ring gear’,” You got a match coming up?”

“Hmm? Oh, nah nah. I’ll just be watching Kev’s match later on… closely.”

“I see,” I chuckled,” Well, just be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Aww- you do care about me,” Jey gently punched my upper arm,” I appreciate it though. I’m gonna get goin’. You watch yourself, ‘kay?”

“I will. Catch you later, Jey.”

He disappeared out of catering, leaving me once again to the poor excuses of food choices. I picked up the wheat biscuit that Jey had just toyed with, turning it over in my own hand before placing it on the plate as well. As my eyes roamed the table once again, I felt shivers run down my spine—instantly on alert. And apparently for good reason.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Roman got you fetching his food now, too? What a sexist punk.”

“What do you want, Kevin?” I rolled my eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to just leave me alone.

“Ease up princess. I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Reigns’ sour attitude is rubbing off on you—it doesn’t do you any favors. Makes you ugly—” Kevin frowned, his eyes roaming over me before grimacing,”—Rather, uglier.”

“You’re not going to accomplish anything—insulting me. Roman won’t fall for your childish—”

“Childish what–? Nothing childish here, except your little boyfriend,” Kevin interrupted as he crossed his arms.

My jaw twitched in frustration, refusing to look at him.

“What’s the matter princess? Pissed off?” Kevin asked,” Good! Maybe Roman will grow a pair and meet me out in the ring later tonight. Probably not.”

“Keep running your mouth—Roman will kick your ass. Again!”

With such an intensity that it took me by surprise, Kevin reached out and slapped the plate from my hands. The contents scattered across the floor as I looked to him in shock, my eyes wide.

If we were being perfectly honest—I felt fear as well.

Kevin pointed a finger in my face, his own red with anger,” Listen here, you little—”

“Back off the lady,” a strong Scottish voice demanded, as the tall Drew McIntyre suddenly came into view. He stood between myself and Kevin, looking down at the shorter man and glaring at him.

“What are you even doing here, McIntyre? You’re on Raw—not Smackdown. Go home—we don’t want you here,” Kevin sniped back.

“I was asked here by the General Manager,” Drew explained, crossing his arms in front of him,” Now—are we gonna have a problem ‘ere?”

I saw Kevin briefly glance around Drew towards me, before scoffing,” Nah- no problem. She’s more trouble than she’s worth. Word of advice though—don’t fall for her innocent act. Y/N– tell Roman I’ll be seeing him.”

With that, Kevin walked out of catering and disappeared down the hallway, as Drew turned and looked at me. As soon as his hazel eyes met my y/e/c- I quickly looked down. Seeing the food on the floor, I ducked down and began picking it up. I was barely aware of Drew kneeling down beside me until his larger hand was placed on one of my much smaller ones.

“You don’t have ta do that lass,” Drew told me softly.

“I-if I don’t… who will?”

“At least let me help ya then.”

“You don’t have to!” I insisted, looking up into his eyes.

“If I don’t, who will?” he asked, using my own words against me, a gentle smirk on his face. A few moments later, after most of the food had been picked back up and thrown in the garbage- I reached for another plate before Drew gently took my hand in his.

“Why are you doin’ this for him lass?”

“What do you mean?”

“Fetchin’ him food—he’s a grown ass man—”

“Yeah, he is. And I’m a grown ass woman,” I frowned, yanking my hand away from him,” I choose to get Roman food—he’s a busy man. A busy Champion—something I think you could relate to. Besides, the food’s not just for him, it’s for me too.”

“I’ve watched Smackdown lass—I’ve seen how he’s changed. That title’s changed him,” Drew told me, his voice soft,” You’re a smart girl, y/n/n. I don’t want to see ya get hurt.”

“I appreciate the concern, but it’s not needed. Roman has never hurt me—and he never will. I believe in him—I always have, always will.”

“Ya need someone that’ll love you the way you deserve,” Drew murmured, his eyes boring into mine,” Be careful with yourself, Love.”

With that, Drew walked off—leaving me standing in catering alone with only my thoughts.

Later that night, I was walking through the hallway backstage on my way to Roman’s locker room—stopping when I heard someone call out my name.

“Y/N/N—excuse me, Y/N/N—can I get a moment?” Turning around, I saw Renee and a cameraman quickly walking up towards me.

“Renee, I really don’t—”

“Just a small moment, I just want to get your thoughts on what happened earlier, between you and Kevin Owens.”

With a sigh, I crossed my arms in front of me,” Alright—but quick, please. I’ve gotta be somewhere.”

“Of course—how are you holding up after that altercation with Kevin Owens?”

“I’m fine—I mean, yeah, I’ll admit. I was a bit afraid of what Owens might do. There’s a lot of animosity between him and Roman right now. Owen’s will do anything to get under Roman’s skin—or, rather, try to.”

“Will Roman confront Kevin Owens for what he done earlier?”

“That’s exactly what Owens wants- which is exactly why Roman—”

The clearing of a throat interrupted what I was going to say. Looking over my shoulder, I instantly groaned in annoyance as I saw Paul Heyman slinking up to where Renee and I stood.

“What…. Do we have going on here?” Heyman asked, one arm supporting the other by the elbow, pointing with his other hand between us.

“Renee just had some questions about earlier—”

“Questions? So… she was interviewing you?” Heyman asked, clarifying the situation, before asking,” Did Roman approve of this little interview?”

“Well—I mean, no—but it’s just some questions about—” I began, before being interrupted once more.

“The Head of the Table will not be pleased about this—I assure you now,” Heyman sighed,” The last thing I want is for you to get into trouble with Roman, honestly. I like you Y/N/N—I really do. I respect the relationship you’ve held with Roman over the years.”

His blatant lies only irritated me further and all I wanted to do was slap him across the face. Several times. With a brick.

But I held back. He was helping Roman—and Roman kept him around for his own reasons. I had to respect that.

“That being said- any further questions that you have Renee—can be directed to me.”

“Well, I—I guess…” Renee hesitated,” Aside from the altercation with Kevin Owens, we saw that Drew McIntyre seemed to have some advice for you Y/N/N. What’s your thoughts on what he had to say?”

“Drew—” I began, before Heyman cut me off once again.

“Drew McIntyre has no business on Smackdown. This—is Roman Reigns’ yard. If he doesn’t want put in his place, then he’ll keep out of business that has nothing to do with him. Kevin Owens—he’ll get what’s coming to him, at the discretion of the Big Dog. Now, if that’s all.”

It was a question—even Renee could tell.

Heyman leaned towards me,” We… should go see Roman. He’ll want to talk to you about… this.”

Of course—he was going to spin this against me. Try and get Roman angry enough with me—to what? Break up with me? It was no secret among the rest of the locker room that Heyman and I didn’t like one another. Hell, even Roman knew how it was between Heyman and myself—but anytime we started bickering, a look from Roman instantly quieted us both.

Wordlessly, I followed Heyman through the backstage area for a few moments until we reached a door embellished with a golden plaque that read ‘Roman Reigns’.

Heyman gave a few quick knocks on the door, waiting for Roman to give the verbal okay to enter, before he ushered me into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Sir, I do hate to bring any bad news, especially when it concerns Y/N/N—”

Roman’s attention suddenly landed on us, as he looked up from the paper before him. His eyes were cold, calculating—but concerned, as well. Heyman probably didn’t see that part, even I barely caught it.

“—She was In the midst of an interview when I came upon her. Renee was asking her about an earlier altercation with Kevin Owens and the interaction with Drew McIntyre that followed. I understand that there is a relationship between the two of you, so I do believe that the punishment shouldn’t be so severe, not like with Jey. How—”

“Punishment?” I recoiled, glaring at Heyman as Roman leaned back in his chair,” Are you kidding me?! It was simple questions—about me. Nothing to do with Roman. I shouldn’t need approval for something like that. You honestly think that Roman will punish me for something so trivial?”

“Not only did you have an unapproved interview—but you and Drew McIntyre’s blatant flirtations backstage did not go unnoticed.”

“Flirtations?! He was making sure I was okay after Owen’s got up in my face! He was being a gentleman—nothing more!” I exclaimed, standing in Heyman’s face; I was livid, continuing,” Drew flirts—it’s what he does. It’s a European thing I guess—hell if I know. All you care about though, is yourself Heyman. If something doesn’t fit the picture you see—then you skew it and make it fit. You don’t care what lies you have to tell or what lives you have to ruin—but I’ll be damned it you come between—”

“Y/N/N.”

Roman’s deep voice interrupted me, causing me to glance away from Heyman for a second. I could tell Roman wasn’t happy—and there was a glint of something unfamiliar in his eyes.

“Paul,” Roman breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers,” Leave us for a bit.”

“Right, of course Sir. I’ll be right outside—”

“Take a walk.”

“Oh, uhm. Of course, Sir. As you wish.”

As he turned towards the door, I didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips—and it only pissed me off more. Balling up my fist as I took a step towards him, I readied a strike—until—

“Y/F/N,” Roman’s stern voice rang through the room, making me freeze in place. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I clenched and unclenched my hand as the door closed, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Why must you two always do that?” Roman asked, his slate gray eyes on me.

“I don’t like him—never have. Never will.”

“I know,” Roman gave a chuckle, his cold demeanor briefly disappearing. I looked over my shoulder and saw Roman smiling softly at me. He lifted his hand and motioned me over, patting his thigh for me to sit on.

I walked over and gently sat down, allowing him to pull my legs up into his lap as he wrapped an arm around them to secure me closer to his body. The warmth he radiated was always welcome—I tended to get cold easier than most. I rest my head against his shoulder and just took a moment to enjoy the quiet time alone with Roman.

“What’d Owens say earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Nothing- don’t worry—”

“Babygirl,” Roman shook his head, looking down towards me,” He comes at me—I can handle that, it don’t bother me. But he went at you—and that’s not okay with me.”

“He just—” I thought back to what had been said, realizing it wasn’t much after all,”—He said your sour attitude was rubbing off on me, that you wouldn’t grow a pair and meet him in the ring later. When I said you’d kick his ass again, he—he smashed the plate in my hands to the ground. Kinda took me by surprise. Makes me glad Drew did show up… I honestly don’t know what he would have done if Drew hadn’t happened by.”

“He got physical with you?” Roman demanded, sitting up straight and staring at me.

“Well, I mean—not really, he just—”

I felt like Roman was staring into my soul, and as I sighed deeply I just let the fight go.

“—Yes. He got physical with me.”

Instantly, Roman gently slid me off his lap and stood—beginning to pace near the desk. I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

“That son’f’bitch—I’m gonna kill him. Kick his ass and then kill him. He had no right going after you! This is between him and me! That little punk ass—”

As much as I adored his rambling sometime, I knew he was in a dark mindset, so I placed myself in front of him—cutting off his pacing. He looked down at me—but I knew he was looking right through me. Slowly, I placed my hands on his torso, bringing him back to earth.

“Ro.”

At the sound of my voice, he seemed to gather himself—focusing on me once again.

“Kick his ass all you want—but please, baby, don’t get in trouble. If they suspend you—or fire you? Then I’m here. All alone.”

“Can’t have that,” he murmured, pulling me closer to him in a tight hug.

“No, we can’t,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close.

It was times like these that I cherished most—because it reminded me that, despite the world seeing him as this cold, uncaring monster, he was still my Roman. My kind, loving—sometimes goofy—Samoan Prince Charming.

“What did McIntyre want?”

“Pretty much just making sure Owen’s didn’t try anything further, made sure I was okay,” I told Roman, pausing before adding,” He also warned me that I needed someone different. Someone that would love me the way I deserved to be.”

It was quiet for a moment, before I heard Roman whisper,” He’s right…”

I shook my head as much as I could against his chest,” No, he’s not. Nobody realizes the love that we truly share, Ro. No one sees you back here—moments like this? All they see is the uncaring, rough asshole that you are out there. They don’t realize—that you’re still the tender, caring, kind-hearted, loyal Big Dog you’ve always been. But I see it. Every day, when we wake up in the morning; when we’re in the car on the way to the arena; when it’s just you and I in here because you sent Heyman scurrying away on some ridiculous errand.”

He scoffed a bit, chucking,” Gotta get rid of him somehow.”

“And I’m so glad that you do,” I laughed, looking up at him, adding the most sincere tone I could,” I love you, Roman. Always have—always will.”

“I love you to, Baby girl. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me- no doubt.”

He leaned down at pressed a kiss to my forehead, before walking us over to the large reclining chair. He sat down first, then carefully pulled me down with him, holding me close as he could.

“What would the Head of the Table like?”

“Right now?” he asked me; I gave him a nod, so he continued, a loving twinkle in his eye,” Just sit here with me, Baby girl. Just… stay with me for a bit.”

“Anything for you, Ro,” I whispered, leaning my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes blissfully.

Times like this—I wouldn’t trade for nothing.

Times like this—I knew exactly where I belonged.

Right here, with Roman.

[racmune]

heyyyy im racmune, i use he/him pronouns. i draw a lot and write fic sometimes! im a weird n i post whatevers :P

my inbox is always open n im pretty friendly, if you wanna send in an ask u dont gotta be shy!

art commissions: CLOSED (subject to change)

dni, excluding what should be obvious: support israel, te(rf), swerf, truscum, exclusionist, etc

i also block very liberally, if you dont fit this criteria n ive blocked you it aint personal

more about me

current hyperfixations: scoutpauling, tf2 :3333

likes include but not limited to: music, anime, fanfiction, video games, chattin w/ buds, sleeping, computers n web design, ftm history, early 2000s aes, gothic romance, edgy shit and murder as a metaphor for repressed homosexuality. also murder as being hot bcuz i like it :P ask me about my disorders! :D/j

dislikes include but not limited to: rude people, intense unfamiliar tastes n textures ..... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk what else tbh

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[ayrastv]

you’re just..an eyesore of a brother.

sypnosis : rin’s older brother bested him at everything, even his crush.

content : pretty much angst no comfort, you basically get together with sae later, cursing, NOT spoiler free, also not proofread and idk what else to put ^^

tagging @megutime !

you’re parents had a good relationship with the itoshi’s parents, leading you and the itoshi bro’s to have a pretty good friendship aswell.

you were a year older than rin, yet sae liked to say you caused even more trouble than him, you would retort that sae is just boring.

your appearance in rin’s life made a big impact, even sae’s—atleast not everything was about soccer for sae at that time. he’d take you and rin for icecream, you know, the usual. you and rin even went to the same school.

you teased him about having to call you senior since you’re older than him.

soon sae introduced rin to soccer, inviting him to play whenever he practices. you liked to sit as audience in these matches, you had no idea what was going on but you cheered them both and rin would always go, “you have to cheer for me, only me.” with a pout—you both were kids, of course you wouldn’t pick up on the meaning behind that.

with sae’s help, rin was doing really good on the soccer team at his school. he got his first win against the opposing school and he was extremely proud about it!

sae treated him to icecream later, and unironically rin got the winning stick.

“you know, nii-san, i like hanging out with her.” rin blurts out. “mhm.” sae replied mundanely.

soon enough, sae left for spain. he was a prodigy— of course he wasn’t going to stick around in japan’s lukewarm soccer. you came to see him go, a pout on your face.

“we’ll miss you!!” you yell as sae heads for the plane, just waving with his hand, not bothering to look back.

ever since then, rin decided he was going to replace his brother—their shared dream of becoming the best striker motivated him to no end.

you supported him, ever since sae left, you and rin became quite close.

doing almost everything together with rin after classes were done, you’d watch him practice, maybe grab something on the way as he walks you home.

whats this strange feeling in both of your chests?

you were the first one to realise you like your bestfriend rin itoshi, it baffled you because all this time you swore you only saw him as a brother. yet your cheeks heating each time he comes close or your mind going crazy whenever you spot him—it doesn’t lie.

rin however, was in denial. what do you mean he likes you? it cant be, its probably just some fleeting emotions that would go as quickly as they came.

he was so wrong.

everyday he just seemed to think more and more about you, images of you flooding his mind—he cant escape it, he likes you.

of course, he keeps these feelings bottled up. who knows whether you like him back or not?

unfortunately, this leads you to think he doesn’t like you back, you want to be delusional and think maybe he does like you…but what if you get rejected? thats the last thing you want.

however, you drop subtle hints. no reaction. is he dense or does he not like you back? you wonder.

one day, you and rin were on your way to get some boba.

“rin,” you call out. “what flavor are you gonna get this time? its on me by the way!” you smile.

“i don’t know, same as you probably.” he shrugs, not putting much thought into it. “im gonna have a match in a few days, so ill be really busy practicing. cant say we’ll be able to meet up that often.” his answer makes you pout.

“aw..goodluck, though i know you’re gonna win!” you say proudly, causing him to smile.

“i know, i will. for you.”

the last part catches you off guard, a blush appearing on your cheeks—its a pretty color, he thinks. you decide not to comment on the last part.

you’re both sitting on a bench in a quiet park as you sip your bubble tea. “its getting late, ill walk you home.” rin offers, as if he doesn’t do that everyday.

“how gentlemanly of you.” you tease, and rin huffs, a pink color spreading across his cheeks. “shut it.”

soon he walks you home, you wave at him as you enter your house. “bye rin!” and he waves back. sighing to himself, you’re gonna be the death of him.

soon came his match, you sat excitedly in the crowd. upto this day, you don’t know much about football—but seeing rin play was always fun.

rin looked for your face in the crowd, when he saw you there, he smiled to himself. today, he’s gonna win, for you.

today’s also the day sae is suppose to return, he’ll win this game and make his older brother proud, to show that he’s worthy of becoming a striker.

“you fucking disgust me.” sae yells at rin, glaring at him with a frown. “never make me your reason to play soccer ever again, you fucking eyesore.” the rude words come out of his mouth as he leaves with his luggage.

rin’s on the ground, shocked, angry, sad, so many emotions going through him, contrast to his happiness when he won the game earlier.

is this really the sae he knows? a midfielder? what kind of stupid bullshit is that? what did he mean the match was nothing but a lukewarm game between kids?

rin is filled with anger to the brim, his brother has really abandoned their dream, what purpose does he have for playing soccer now?

ill defeat him, shitty lukewarm brother.

thats how rin flipped, like a switch.

the next day, you have a bouquet in your hands and a congratulatory love letter for rin, you’re extremely scared to confess your feelings. but you also feel confident he’ll like you back.

you find him practicing in the field, but it feels off. he looks much more cold, and his playstyle is suddenly aggressive—maybe you dont know much about soccer, but you can tell rin doesn’t play like that.

you decide to ignore it and head over to him, a blush spread across your cheeks as you shyly call out. “rin?”

he takes a moment to process it and then turns around—you’re caught off guard by the look on his face, no warmth, all blank. “uhh.” you wonder if this is really the right time for this.

“so..uh, i wanted to say congratulations for winning the game yesterday! you did really good, im so proud of you.” your words make him go back to what sae said, your match was nothing but kids playing a stupid lukewarm game.

a vein pops on his head, yet you don’t notice it.

“i also wanted to say..i uh, i’ve really liked you for a while. these are for you.” you stretch out your hands to give him the flowers and letter. “will you go out with me?” you look away.

its like rin doesn’t remember everything you both have been through, sae’s words have completely changed him, and in the snap of a second—

“this is fucking lukewarm.” rin rejects your confession, glaring at you with cold eyes as he pushes you away. “i dont want your stupid bouquet, or letter, im going to surpass my brother.”

you’re confused, and angry. horror fills your eyes, tears welling up in them as you try to fight them back. “rin, what the hell?! whats gotten into you?!” you yell at him. he didn’t have to be this harsh if he didn’t like you back.

he ignores you, he’s too caught up on surpassing his brother, the hatred consuming him and you just watch him continue practicing.

you don’t know whats happening, what happened to your bestfriend, what happened with sae. but all you know right now is that you don’t want anything to do with him.

you run off hastily, the tears falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t believe rin could be such a big jerk like that.

you find yourself at your favorite spot to sit with rin and just talk, although now seeing the bench reminds you of the harsh rejection that just landed on you.

you bawl your eyes out, no one’s around anyway. or so you thought.

“hey.” you hear a familiar voice behind you, its sae! you immediately spring your head around—its been so long since you’ve seen him. oh hey! he doesn’t have his choppy bangs anymore.

“sae?” you wipe your tears, “i heard from rin you’re back in japan, i didn’t think i’d see you like this..” you try to downplay the situation, forcing a smile.

“mhm.” he puts his hand in his pockets. “who are those flowers for?” you’re hesitant to tell him, but you do so anyway.

“well..i uh, they were for rin, but he rejected me, he called my confession lukewarm and went on something about surpassing you.” you admit.

sae scoffs. “really?” he’s amused by his brother.

“yeah, he’s like a completely different person now.” the tears are daring to fall from your eyes again. yet suddenly, sae wipes them.

“i wouldn’t do that to you.” what is he trying to do here?

“oh, uh.” you can feel your cheeks turning red again. “so, how was everything in spain?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

you both end up catching up, sae hasn’t changed much except maybe having a bit more attitude. he even treats you to a little dinner before driving you home.

well, maybe getting rejected wasn’t so bad afterall.

the few days sae stayed in japan, was spent with you. he took you to a few places and forced you to listen to him ramble about how japan soccer is trash.

before sae left, you both exchanged numbers, hoping to stay in contact.

while you were feeling a lot better about the rejection, rin wasn’t. he regrets saying what he said, he feels like a dumbass.

yet he cant bring himself to apologise, cant even bring himself to face you, that would be lukewarm, wouldn’t it?

you’ve already blocked him anyway, so does it really matter?

he wants to apologise, he wants to, really. to tell you he likes you too, to tell you how pretty you are and you didn’t deserve that at all.

unfortunately, his love for soccer won over his love for you.

he completely erased you from his mind, or atleast he tried. there would still be nights where cant stop thinking of you, of the tears falling down your cheeks. all because of him.

when he joined blue lock, it was much easier for him to focus on football and not you. when he heard that he’ll get to fight his brother if he passes the 3rd selection, he was even more motivated. training harder than ever.

at this time, sae seems to be quite uninterested in blue lock, in his words they’re all a bunch of lukewarm kids. but shidou’s potential convinces him enough to play.

sae visits your house, you’ve been dying to see him ever since he told you he’s coming to japan.

“sae!” you see him as you open the door, you give him a hug, he’s standing there stiff but reluctantly hugs you back, but he pulls away as fast as he hugged you.

“i missed you, i heard you’re gonna have a match here! i thought you said you’d rather die than play for japan though?” you ask curiously.

“yeah.” he verifies your statement. “im playing against blue lock, they’re all lukewarm but one of them seems okay enough. the match will probably be boring anyway.”

sae grunts, walking inside your home. you both sit down at the couch. “ill be rooting for you!” you smile. his expression softens for a second, he nods at your words.

“well, you better be.” he says, making you laugh.

its time for the match, you’ve got yourself a ticket and you’re in the crowd. you found out rin was one of the players on the opposing team, but that made you cheer for sae even more.

at the end of the game, sae didn’t win but thats okay! you were still happy to watch him play in person after a while, yet the end of the game shocked you, sae really did crush all rin’s hope.

“you did well!” you tell sae, and he just scoffs. “mhm. yoichi’s not bad.” sae admits, yet he’s quickly taking your hand and walking away with you before any of the paparazzi catch drift.

no crazy fangirls or interviewers saw, but someone did.

“shitty fucking brother..” rin grits his teeth.

of course, he’ll always be behind sae. he’ll never be able to surpass him.

he’ll never be acknowledged by him.

sae took away his dream,

yet the last thing rin expected

was for him to take away his crush as well.

a/n : first fic!!! 😭😭 i honestly dont know how to feel, it feels rushed but at the same time i didn’t really know what to add..also feels REAL cringy, but here you go!! i might not like it but i hope you guys do..🥹

please feel free to leave some tips/criticism!!

[ithinkihaveptsd]

Im pretty sure ive already talked abt this but idk so um here i am

TW

So one day i was with my friend (a) and we were playing a game. A asked if i knee what omegle was, and i said yes, but i never went on there. A ieot bugging me to do it and i finally gave in that night i went on omegle. I put my interests and all that stuff and then i stumbled upon this 1 guy who was supposedly 16. He seemed pretty nice, and asked me if i hade discord. I did, and we coudnt talk bc we didnt have our users right. Then he asked if i had snapchat, and then i downloaded it and friended him. He startsd saying some weird stuff and i got suspicious. It was somehting like this:

Him Me

Are u bored

Yea

I can make u feel rly good

Um

Just leave yourself to me

Dude stop i know what ur doing

Just leave urself to me

.

Um

Fine ig

Sent me hot to go next

Umwhat

( he keeps saying "send hot to go next and idk what he means)

(Then i finally get it)

Um no

Stop

Just leave urself to me

.

Can i not show my face

Ofc

*sends*

(I started feeling weird from this point on)

R u alone

Um no

Do you have a room

Yea

Go to ur room and lock the door

No

Just leave urself to me

.

Fine

Done

(I didnt actually go in my room, but from here on i started asking a discord server 4 help an dthey were like what but they were talking to someone else and were talking to me like i was a dumbass)

( but a little while after i started taking pictures and asking my only online friend 4 help and sending them pics of the chat)

*on discord*

Help .

What?

Um..

*1 pic of him telling me to send him "hotpic"*

(Anyways she helps me)

And he also tells me to take my shirt off idk if i said this already

I cried 4 like 2 hrs after

Anyways i told my friend abt it and she said ayo and laughed.

So um yea ive been keeping that to muself untill now.

On thw beight side, now i troll 35 year old men into thinking im 20 and then trying to look h*rny and then i leave.

So um yea moral of the story is that everyone on omegle is a 35 year old man looking to hook up with someone.

Ill add tags later

[crowparties]

not me once again in xyx brainrot thinking about camping i am so violently ill

robo deep in the xyx tag talked about how xyx likes radio plays and would go on roadtrips w his family and im like just sitting here wondering how they managed to make xyx even more my type

idk how to do READ MORE on mobile forgive me

he rents out a camper van for you both. you sit on the passenger seat, feet kicking. “is there anything i can do to help?” you ask, shifting your weight to turn and face him.

he tweaks your nose, his eyes crinkling at your pout. “don’t worry love, it’s all set. i’m just checking on the power supply and battery. we’re going to be off grid for two days. i just want to make sure.”

“i didn’t know you were a car guy, xyx.” you tilt your head to get a better look at him. he laughs, “it’s not my first rodeo. we have an old VW camper back home, it’s parked further out back, so it makes sense you wouldn’t have seen it during the holidays.”

you turn back, and watch him work through the passenger mirror. when he slams the compartment shut, he eyes the contorted visor and strikes a pose. “can’t get enough of me doll, can you” a pleasant flush runs across his face when you answer genuinely. you have no right to be that adorable.

this is what the drive is like: radio plays and informative podcasts that you two spent the past few nights carefully curating. one of xyx’s hands is on the wheel, while the other is entangled in your own. you’re absentmindedly running circles on his hand, eyes closed, taking in the sunlight. there is a map in your side compartment, and a camera in your lap.

(and he’s seen you in many fits, but this feels different. this is not the glitz and glam, or the sweats and beadhead, or the business casual paired w a kiss out the door. it’s not just everyday casual, it’s your shoulders slacked, the way the sun kissed your hair, and most importantly the small smile graced across your lips. and its terrifying and comforting all at once, how he wants this moment forever. it’s different than you hugging him from the back of a motorcycle, but welcome and beloved all the same).

you don’t know much about camping, but he’s ecstatic to teach you. by the end of the night you were able to light their stove properly and set about preparing the meal the two of you brought. it’s thrilling to work in such a small space, shoulders bumping absolute no leg room. the van’s back doors are fully open, along with the side door allowing for maximum airflow. music is softly playing from the mini speakers you brought, and he takes small notice of the way your body sways to the beat of the song. (later that night he spins you around outside, it’s no soft tempo jazz or upbeat club music, but something valuable all the same).

he loves to see what you take pictures of. an oddly shaped tree, a rock that looks like a wizard hat, a strange bug thats a common pest you haven’t encountered yet. there’s something nostalgic about it, something about it that makes him want to show you the world if you’d let him.

that night when you both are curled up staring at the stars through the starlight. he presses a kiss to your temple. “hey, doll?”

“yeah?” god, your sleepy voice is adorable.

it doesn’t escape his notice that your hand is already reaching for his, at the sound of his voice. “how about when we both get home, we give my folks a call about bringing the old VW camper out of retirement?”

he squeezes your hand, grinning as he feels you return the gesture. yes, you’d like that very much.