#ilyyyy man

[phantom-peachie]

it’s sickening really

[cusackswhitehair]

i feel like it!s appropriate i post it here too!

HAPPIEST JOLLIEST BIRTHDAY TO MICHAEL CUSACK!! i hope he’s having a kickin’ friday and an even more KICKIN’ BIRTHDAAAY!!

[eddieintheocean]

NO MAN'S SKY ADDED FISHING LETS GOOOOOOOO

[chronicowboy]

wip wednesday

thank you @alyxmastershipper for the tag!! muah muah muah <3

so after like 115k words in the past month or so i decided to give myself a break and do some little fics then i started working on three at once :DDD (not to mention au planning good god) so you can have a couple of paras from each ig

concussion buck:

"How'd I do doc?"

"D minus," Eddie replies, setting the penlight back down and lowering himself back down onto the mattress. "And only because you're a bit more lucid than when you were telling me I smelt nice and I looked pretty."

"You do smell nice," Buck mutters as he burrows back into Eddie's chest. Eddie can only hope Buck still isn't lucid enough to hear the pounding of his heart. "And you're still pretty when I'm lucid."

another amnesia fic:

"I fell?" Buck raises an unimpressed eyebrow, only managing not to roll his eyes at Eddie's amused smile because he knows it will hurt.

"Yeah, badass." Eddie grins, shit-eating. "You fell. Flailing arms and all. You've got a career in physical comedy waiting for you."

"Did you laugh at me?" Buck asks, already knows the answer.

"When I knew you were okay," Eddie says softly.

spur of the moment confession:

"We can never see each other again," Buck breathes, eyes wide with horror.

"Buck," Eddie says, too indulgent to fool anyone—even himself.

uhhh i'll tag my usuals but no pressure ofc <33 @shitouttabuck @jamietarts @butchdiaz @danielsousa @binickmiller @try-set-me-on-fire

[intertexts]

tell me more about dakota cole gon hunter hunter I literally know. nothing abt that anime give me ur propaganda. ramble 2 me forever and ever I wanna KNOW

I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE IN FOR!!!!!!

god. okay. hunter x hunter is a shonen manga by yoshihiro togashi that's been in serialization since '98 & has had two separate anime adaptions. i'm gonna be talking abt the '11 adaption, since that's the one ive been watching! (sidenote: started hxh because of the podcast media club plus which is easily one of my favorite podcasts everrr incredibly good analysis has really affected the way i think about media analysis & criticism extremely fucking fun awesome dynamics btwn folks who are 1) very well known for having extremely good media opinions & 2) great friends who have been friends for a long time & just a delight to listen to. its a great time regardless of whether u r watching the show or not highly recommend if u ever need a new work or commute podcast etc) also disclaimer that i'm only on episode 62 of the show. so.

anyway. the hxh plot:

i will not get into the plot much because it's not as important for the dakota gon isms. but its this. ^!!

so hxh is, overall, a homage to and deconstruction of its genre tropes. togashi very much loves and enjoys a ton of the tropes he's playing with and very obviously delights in subverting just as many of them. it balances these wildly disparate tones of classic, bright candy colored shonen magical worlds and powers and big fights with genuine, seriously-considered violence, cruelty, sinister power structures and all the other heavy consequences of splashy ultraviolence. [RINGS THE PD BELL!!!] the whiplash is ridiculous sometimes-- the ease with which the show cuts from the last survivor of a genocide (kind, reasonable, soft-spoken) turning to self-destructive revenge that is quite literally destroying him from the inside out, taking an immense toll on him and his relationships with the people he loves, becoming a murderer in cold blood (& of course we spend time with the man he murders beforehand, and he's fucking awful, but also human, and has friends and shit, & it's very clear that this is something dreadful and not just a cool fight)-- to like, the two twelve-year-old main characters concocting a fucking ridiculous scheme to corner the antiques market so they get a billion dollars to buy a viddy game & one of the twelve year olds faces turns into a little >:3 kitty face whenever hes doing something sneaky & there's some cartoon ass shopkeeper scamming them, is wild. and neither of them are the "correct tone," right? the whole thing is a balance between the modes & takes them both seriously & at their own value. [RINGS THE PD BELL] so like. literally since a couple episodes into prime defenders ive been like oh, yeah, this tracks, i'm not bothered by the constant juxtaposition of stupid ass bits with genuinely serious moments, this is obviously influenced by hxh. which, like, i still can't say if that was intentional or not. but hxh is one of The manga of all time & was & still is incredibly influential (sasuke of sasuke fame is a knockoff of a hxh character btw), so i have no doubt that it was an ingredient in the mix somehow!

anyway. gon, who is literally dakota, is the protag! hes the little boy who set off to find out whats so great about cigarettes :) he is a kid who was raised by his aunt who he has a complicated relationship with after his mother was killed and his father disappeared, and he grew up in the woods and is very very strong and fast and good at fighting because he grew up in the woods!! fucking feral little creature boy who fights with a fishing rod and talks to animals and has an incredible sense of smell. gon does some shit, leaves the island, makes some friends, gets groomed by a creepy fucking pedophile which he thinks is fine, gets brutally tortured for a very very uncomfortably long time, which he thinks is fine, becomes a hunter (which is great he has awesome lines of credit now!) it's still unclear what a hunter is or does, but they have lots of power and can do pretty much whatever they want. anyway, he wants to be the best and the strongest and he loves fighting for fun, for the sake of fighting and being good at what he does!!!! and he also wants to find his dad. and definitely doesn't have any unresolved issues from the fact that his mom is dead its fine he doesn't even want to know anything about her its chill and also his dad's so cool so whatever he was doing was for sure more important than him so it doesn't matter that he abandoned him! the crux of gon as a character is that he is very silly and often kind and very much a kid, and he does not fucking care what happens to himself. he is fine with getting the shit beaten out of him by people twice his age he is cheerfully oblivious to and makes excuses for almost every single adult taking advantage of him or being just awful to him, when it's very obvious in the narrative that it is bad and not good, he's self-destructively reckless and impulsive and fixated on what he thinks is good and right and also on becoming the best and strongest even if he burns out fast and he loves his friends so so so much. and simultaneously also he's a sillygoofy kid who does dumb shit with his best friend ever (gay) n worries about his pals n stuff. its okay if he burns himself out and gets himself hospitalized for months its okay if people hurt him and take advantage of him and get off on the idea of killing him but its NOT ok if his friends even THINK about taking a risk like that >:(( head in hands. anyway. yeah. fun silly adventures strange beasts and foreign lands and wild cartoon shenanigans and very explicit horror and gore!! with often brutal and terrible consequences that leave you feeling kind of sick!!! where have i heard that before!!!!!!!!!!

[armand-dearest]

Whoever decided to put Two Weeks over the scene of Tyrell Wellick making out with and promptly strangling to death the wife of his main corporate rival was insane btw, and I owe them my life

[oysterie]

Holy shit

[mithaaa]

@glimblogus THANK YOUUUU

[murdermeadow]

Noah Xenoblade (and by extension N) was made just for the lesbians I think. I can't explain why but I just think he's got that... vibe

[garciapimienta]

ERLINGGGG

[gomzdrawfr]

Well well WELLLLLLLL you are all cordially invited to my wedding

No pressure tags! @tapioca-milktea1978 @jgvfhl @bunnysnared

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

hey it’s your best friend 😇

can i request a sub logan smut. pls. if not it’s okay. i just need to read something for once instead of writing it and your stuff has me on a chokehold!!

anyways love u!

anything for you bff🤭ilyyyy

sub!logan x fem!reader - SMUT! MDNI!

a/n: for the purpose of this specific writing, be aware reader possesses telekinetic abilities.

wc: 1.3k

After a long day spent out on a mission, Logan was now lying between your legs, his face resting on your lower abdomen. One of your hands was holding a book you were reading, the other mindlessly twirling around the soft, dark tufts of his hair. His tired eyes looked up at you from where he laid between your thighs. They looked drunk on affection for his lover, every inch of his body in a state of pure bliss as you continued softly playing with his locks.

You took a quick break from the page you were reading to glance down at the man nestled against you and were met with his infatuated gaze. “Hi,” you spoke gently with a smile. The harsh side of Logan that he showed the rest of the world was not the side of him that he portrayed while with you. Despite his unrelenting stubborn attitude and brisque nature, there was a soft spot that only you were lucky enough to experience. 

“Gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” Logan murmured, his chin now resting just above the hem of your underwear. Your hand moved to caress his cheek. He nuzzled into it, eyes still fixated on yours. 

“Tired?”

“Just wanna be close to you, Bub.” 

The idea of him, tired and pining for your touch and affections after an exhausting mission, sent a wave of arousal through your body, down to your core which manifested itself in a wet spot that appeared against the thin fabric of your underwear. As much as you loved the dominant side of Logan that took control over you and had you answering to his every beck and call, it was just as erotic to see him fall under acquiescent spells such as this. Although this was quite rare for him, you enjoyed every last second of it.

Logan’s breath hitched in his throat as his next inhale caught the strong scent of your arousal, something he was specially attuned to with his gifted sense of smell.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You smell so good.”

You cocked your head down at him, an eyebrow raised. “You like the smell of my wet pussy, huh Logan?” 

The sudden change in your demeanor made a lump raise in his throat. He was so used to having you wrapped around his finger that he was almost unsure of how to process these emotions. He indulged in another long inhale, his eyebrows furrowed at the scent radiating off of your body. “I don’t like it baby, I fucking love it.” 

His hands traveled up to your sides, fingers hooking into your underwear at an attempt to slip them off. Instead of giving in just yet, you decided to take advantage of his unusual state of submission. Your book now forgotten on the bedside table, you used your hands as leverage to slide yourself back away from him, pressed against the bed frame behind you. Logan frowned at the space you just created. 

“Get back here,” he grunted. Words that would usually have completely different meaning, his possession over you, now had a tinge of pleading laced in them. You caught onto this and an amused look fell over your face.

“Are you asking?”

He slid up so that he was on his knees, resting back on his heels. “You know I don’t ask-”

His retaliation was interrupted as you pulled your panties down to your knees, and then let them fall around your ankles. He let out a low hiss as you let one leg fall open, and then the other, revealing the sight of your dripping pussy. Your hand slid teasingly slow down between your spread thighs, running around your clit in circles. His lips parted slightly in surprise and his eyes were immediately captivated on the sight of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, I need to touch you.” His voice had grown shaky with desperation. He leaned forward, making an attempt to crawl towards you and satiate his need, but he was frozen still. When he realized what you had done, he let out a low, defeated moan. “That’s not fucking fair.”

A cocky laugh escaped your lips as you focused your mind on holding him still, the only contact made being his eyes on your pussy. “Am I hearing this right?,” you continued your charade. “Is Logan Howlett begging?”

Logan’s face began to flush with warmth, embarrassment but, underneath that, a hint of arousal. You released your invisible hold on him without warning and he stumbled forward slightly. His boxers grew tight around his forming erection. “Say ‘please’,” you pushed further.

 He pressed his lips together and met your eyes again. When a few seconds passed with his hesitation to outright beg, you let a finger slide through your folds, from your clit to your entrance, and slip in. “Say ‘please’, and you can have it.”

“Fuck, please,” he all but moaned, rock hard now. “Please let me taste you.”

Your eyes glistened with satisfaction and spread your legs a little further, now inviting him in. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.” He said this unprompted, overtaken by his desire to taste you.

“Then get down here and prove it, Bub.”

Your mockery of his own phrase made him groan as he resumed his crawl up to your pussy. Before he had the chance to let his lips make contact with your clit, you slipped a hand through his hair, gathering it with a firm grip, and forcing his face into you. You heard a low whimper from him. A whimper. His hands flew to your thighs, not only for support, but for more contact.

“Show me how bad you wanted this.”

Logan planted a wet kiss against your clit, followed by him wrapping his lips around it, sucking. He began kissing down, and back up again. He was making out with your pussy. 

“Slut,” you managed to hiss through clenched teeth. This earned a groan from him and he looked up at you through hooded eyes as he let his tongue flick back and forth against your now swollen clit. Your grip on his hair tightened and forced him closer against you. “Faster.”

He sped up his pace obediently. “How’s that?,” he managed to ask without stopping, his voice muffled and sending vibrations through your core. Logan was seeking your validation, wanting to know that he was pleasing you. Your head fell back against the pillow. “Just like that. Just like that, baby.”

Your approval only increased his desire to please.

Your free hand slid over his larger one that was gripping your thigh and forced it between your legs. With his tongue still working tirelessly at your clit, you guided his fingers toward your dripping hole where they easily slid in, with the aid of you pushing them in. 

“God Logan, you’re perfect.”

This earned yet another moan from him. He began dutifully pumping two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. “Fuck, right there, keep fucking doing that.”

You managed to lift your head up for a split second to drink in the beautiful sight at your hips. Logan’s jaw muscles strained as he fucked your clit with his tongue, his two fingers invisible as they worked at your insides, hearing the sounds that escaped him as he lost himself in his desire to please you. Seeing this pushed you towards your climax and he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. 

“Let me finish you off,” he almost begged. “Want your cum all over my face.”

His dedicated pleads tightened that knot inside of your stomach and with a couple more curls of his fingers, his tongue never faltering at your clit, you came undone. Your back arched and your hips bucked into his face, praises falling from your lips.

“You’re so good, such a good boy for me Logan.”

As your orgasmed finished out, you cupped a hand to his cheek and lifted his face up to look at you. His lips glistened with your cum, his beard not spared. “God Logan, you’re perfect.” His head rested against your stomach, resuming how the two of you had previously been laying. 

“All I ever wanna do is make you feel good,” he said, placing soft kisses against your skin. “I live for you.”

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙a long time coming | CL16˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x famous!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, childhood friends to lovers

warnings: none just some angst literally minimal

summary: in which, after setting you up with another man, your childhood best friend finally realises that you're the one

a/n: lovelovelove this plot idea hehe ty for requesting

request!!!: famous reader who also happens to be Charles Leclerc's childhood friend, she has a crush on him but he's kinda oblivious to it so he tries to help set her up with another driver but then he realizes he actually likes her so he has to sabotage all the wingmanning he’s done and they end up together.

fc: mathildartg

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[weneeya]

HIIIIIIIII omg i love ur writing style so much☹️☹️💗💗 anywssyshahshs hehe can u plspslspsls feed me some msby content (like literally anything msby ☹️) 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM BEGGING U PLZ i love msby so much omg theyre so adorbs 💘💘💘 ILYYYY BAE

acts of love m.list | rules

pairing. msby x reader

characters. hinata, atsumu, sakusa, bokuto

note. OMG ofc I can do that I love msby boys sm they're my sweet boys I'm in love with the four of them!! I have so many ideas for them so never hesitate <3

⎯ Hinata or kissing the tip of your nose

You were asleep in the room you shared with your boyfriend. You never slept better than when he was with you. You were breathing slowly, when you felt a touch against your hair. You slowly opened your eyes, and the first thing they saw was the sweet face of your boyfriend, Shoyo. 

He smiled at you, and you felt his gentle touch against your cheek. You slowly sat in the bed, and you were about to say something when you felt his lips against the tip of your nose. You closed your eyes for a second, before you heard his voice. 

“I made breakfast,” he said, and you looked back at him with a smile on your lips. He was always so sweet with you, and kissing the tip of your nose was probably his favorite thing to do.

⎯ Atsumu or spinning you around

The match had been more intense than even, as they were against the Adlers. Of course, Hinata and Kageyama were always taking this so personally that the others had no other choice but to match their energy. So when the Black Jackals ended up as the winners, they were more than happy. 

You had been watching the match from your special place, your eyes on your boyfriend the whole time. He was impressive, as always, and you couldn’t focus on anyone else. Sadly, it was awful for you to be able to join him at the end because people were going crazy everywhere. 

Atsumu was answering some questions from a journalist with Sakusa, obviously showing off proudly. At least, until he heard your voice from afar. He looked in your direction, and you were waving at him. You just had the time to arrive near him when you felt your feet leaving the ground. In a second, he was spinning you around with this large smile of his. 

He was always like this, happy for his victory but also happy to be able to celebrate it with you. You were his greatest gift.

⎯ Sakusa or noticing any detail about you

You ran out of perfume this morning so you decided to go find a new one in the afternoon. You needed some change but not too dramatical, so it was probably the best idea. It took you some time but the lady from the store helped you find something which matched your energy very well. 

When you met Sakusa later in the afternoon, you didn’t expect him to even notice it. But when he came closer to leave a kiss against your cheek, he stopped here. He took a deeper breath, close to your neck, before standing straight again. He met your gaze, tilting his head to the side. 

“Did you change your perfume?” It caught you off guard, and you blinked a few times before nodding at his words. “You noticed it?” You asked him, and he rolled his eyes, looking away from you. 

“You really think I wouldn’t?” And his reaction made you smile softly. Of course he would notice it. Kiyoomi was always noticing everything about you. Your hair, your clothes ; and even your perfume. He cared so much more than what he was pretending.

⎯ Bokuto or giving you his jacket

You were walking home with your boyfriend, his hand in yours. He was talking about many different things, as always because Bokuto wasn’t a focused man. You felt a shiver down your spine because of the cold, as the wind was slowly pushing your hair back. 

The grip you had on Bokuto’s hand slightly tightened, and he noticed it almost immediately. He looked at you, eyebrows raised ; and it quickly went to his brain. He took off his team jacket to put it on your shoulders, before smiling at you like it was nothing. 

You glanced at Bokuto before hiding a little more in his jacket, a hint of a smile on your lips. You could always count on him to give you his jacket when you were cold. He would never let you stay in the cold without doing anything.

thank you for reading!!

[kaq3yma]

MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER! sakura haruka.

syn: the royal princess nightly-meet up with an unknown man.

୨୧ qeena brief note: ello fellow readers and mootsies, i finally got to wrap up my vamp!sakura haruka x royal princess!reader fic yaeyyy, i'm happy i successfully finish a 4.6k words fic (in almost a month) lol i'm not built for this clearly but still a big special thank you to @flowerloves for this request. ofc it's a x reader fic but this was made specifically for you obvi and i love you sm, bae ur so understanding ilyyyy! i promised i will get this done in a week somehow but got caught up with assignments, tests and society club soooo lol i'm not a fast-adapter BUT i hope everyone enjoy this fic even though it's ass at some parts (especially the confession part) lmao i swear i did my best but lemme know what you guys think, that's all thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🍡

special tags: @flowerloves, @hanaeriin, @reapkusho, @isadollie, @kyuujo, @sommii, @amaderika

The night breeze sways in the middle of the night, carrying scents of the open ocean and waft pass the air gently. The faint caws and rattles of crows in the distance is the only noise you heard for the past ten minutes aside from your own square heels clicking noise against the shattered concrete pavements.

As you look back, the image of your castle almost fade into the background, growing daintier as you walk further inside the woods. It's a long walk for you, with unsure destination to reach, you keep walking until you can barely to.

You look for a place to sit down, and rest, or presumably to enjoy the book you've been cradling in your hands for the past minutes. Swaying your head left and right to find a suitable spot you can sit down on until suddenly you heard a rustling noise came from behind a bush. Gulping down a huge lump stucking in your throat, you drag your feet backwards to make a run in case whatever creature is in that bush that decides to cause a chaos, you'll have time to run but— a white bunny hop from the small space in between the bush and make its presence known. You almost jump in surprise, chuckling when the brainless creature tilt its head at you.

You watch the animal cradle his neck to the side before hopping away. Hoping to catch and bring the animal home with you, you ran after it only to lost it a few seconds later "Oh, no..." You look around, realizing you're no longer on your path. No concrete pavements beneath your feet but muddy textured ground. You grip the book you have in your hands, starting to feel scared. Why do you think going out in the middle of the night is a good idea again?

Not wanting to make the worse situation anymore worst than it can get, you came to a conclusion to just walk back where you came from, at least back where you believe you came from. You walk mindlessly towards directions you assumed was right, unaware you're walking deeper into the forest as the shadow beneath the trees darken casting an even longer shadow across the forest floor.

You take a deep breath, taking long strides hoping you would just escape this woods what seems like an endless maze. Tears set afoot beneath your eyelines and rush across your cheeks but you won't allow your emotions to take over just yet. You jog and jog with sweats starting to prominently appear on your face until you halt in your rushing steps.

A loud thunder burgles from behind a massive tree and you slowly drag your feet to inspect. The sight before you elicit a small gasp past your open lips. What seem like a serene oasis site in the middle of nowhere, its beauty strikes in contrast to the arid surroundings. Crystal clear water glimmer under the warm moonlight, softly rippling as a gentle breeze past through. What you felt a moment ago sink and disappear together with the welcoming passing air. Now, all that you feel mid centre of your heart, and in the depth of your tummy is tranquil and peace.

Slowly, you walk forward and sat by the cool water, carefully dipping your feet into the pool, wheezing at the cold touch of the inviting dew. You didn't realize how much time had passed, it's like you've only been there for a couple of moments but before long, you skim through the last page of the book you just started. Night seem to darken even further, and only then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You are still lost. No matter how any more beautiful this place could get, you're still lost and in need to return home.

Sounds of footsteps scuff against the ground behind you cause you to jump in fear, knowing that whoever it was behind you, is most definitely not an animal but something else, worse, other people! "Please don't—"

"What are you doing here?"

You turn around, surprised to see a man, stood tall in his white ruffled shirt with dark trousers fit snugly and fall straight down. His hair, now that you grasped, is in dual color of black and white, neatly slicked showing off his flawless temple — well, not so flawless considering his face is batter up with bruises and deep gushes.

You look into his eyes, your own waver in fear of not knowing what to respond "I— I was—"

"This place is mine. You shouldn't be here."

You thrust your head down, fearful for your own safety. No matter how attractive the stranger is, the fact that they're a stranger and unknown to you is a danger as it is. You fiddle with the book in your hands, stuttering a sentence to form "I'm lost. I don't know how to get out of this place."

Instead of lunging at you like a beasty animal, you hear him gruff incoherently to himself "If I able to get you out, will you leave quietly?" Jerking your head up and down aggressively, you thank him profusely with a smile. He look away, fishing his hands under the front pockets of his trouser "Let's go, then." You plod behind the male, eyes glue to his back as he guide you out of the place.

"You're a princess, right?" That results you to stop on your movements, skeptic as to how did he know. He shrugs "I have my way." Huh...?

He let out a fake cough, gesturing you forward "There." You look up, relieved to catch a glimpse of your castle "Thank you!" Beaming, you look at him with a smile and chuckling in relief. However, once again, he look away.

"I'm going, be safe." With that, he walk back into the woods, vogue silhouette dissipate like snowflake in an ocean.

Sakura turn around just before you walk down the road and disappear from his sight. He look away, taking long strides back to where he belongs. However, further he went, the thought of you doesn't melt from his mind, the sight of your smile, not once but twice cause his stomach to flip, an unknown feeling rippled through his belly making his face go hot.

The next morning, you wakes up in bed, feeling tired and throbbing pain aches from below your thighs. It must have been the aftermath of your constant walking the night before. The door of your chamber burst open and came in the head of your maid. The old lady walk and stand beside you, helping you putting on a pair of flat slippers and guide you to behind the veil where you're able to clean your body using clean water and get ready. She get you your usual high-waisted skirt that reaches and fall to your ankles and a light color blouse which are slightly puff and tuck it in under your skirt and finally, she help you putting on another set of square heels and help adorning your hair "Your father and Her Majesty is waiting in the dining room along with Prince Choji."

The mention of your spoiled step-baby-brother and step-mother earn an eyeroll but you hum, allowing yourself out of your room and steps into the dining room. Your father, his Majesty sit at the other end of the table with his wife and son beside him on the left.

You look down, taking a quick walk and sit beside him on the right, facing Choji. The small feast begin but none of you said a word. For the rest of breakfast, the only noise made is the faint clanking sound of forks and knife against the plates.

You got up after you're done, bowing down and bidding good bye to his Majesty until he said; "What about to your Mother?" You stopped in your track, hands stiffled and face tight. You didn't dare look back but you said one thing, clear and loud "Her Majesty is not my mother. She's your wife."

You heard him slam his on the table, smashing his wine cup on the process and yell at you to get back but you didn't, and instead you pick up your pace and run to your room. After the echoing slam of the door, silence deafened inside your chamber. The dimmed-lighted room cloud over like a passing rain cloud, the once cheery room fill with laughters and bedtime stories now cramped with defeaning silence and darkness. You sat down on your bed, feeling as the soft mattress dip at your gentle force.

Sighing, you pick up that small frame from your nightstand desk. The image of your lovely mother dressed in appealing red dress cradling you in your light green colored dress. Your father beside her, one finger lock against your small grip. All are smiling, genuine and raw with emotions for their first complete family picture.

She shouldn't have die... If only they was quick enough, if only your father was quick enough to find the cure, your mother won't have to die. She'd still be here, and there won't be enough space in the picture for your step-mother and his son to waltz into.

You plop onto your bed, hang the frame in between your chest and hug it tightly. Closing your eyes, you hope for sleep and last night exhaustion to consume you.

Perplexed, confused and in disbelief by your own behavior to sneak out the castle once again, however this time prepared with a small map inside your pocket in case you got lost like last night and a lamp, lit enough you can make out the ground a few small inches before you.

Walking around the same path, you stop at a familiar bush you saw the bunny hop from, grinning to yourself as you think you're near. You bring out the map but only then you grasp no such thing as an oasis is mentioned in the map. You look around, determined to make it to the place you've been last night and then you heard that voice, that familiar husky voice "I told you to leave, didn't I?"

You turn around, facing the man whom helped you last night "I wanted to visit that place again!" Surprised by your sudden exclamation, he look at you with a quirk brow "That place is mine, not yours to loiter around."

You huff "This is a free land, not yours to claim." He grumbled under his breath, tucking his neat hair in between his locks and look at you "... Me..."

Now, it's your turn to quirk your brow at him "I can't hear you...!"

"I said, follow me." He pocketed his hand beneath his pocket and walk forward, purposely leaving the cemented path to mingle on an unfamiliar walk, presumably to the place.

"What's your name?" He didn't stop in his tracks nor did he said anything, a respond or something "Hello—"

"Sakura Haruka. You are that princess, right? Your Father rule Shishitoren." The sudden unneeded mention of your father make you groan in annoyance "Yes. How do you know?" He shrugs, stopping in his tracks "Is it not obvious?" What does he meant by that? He lift the leaves curtains in front of him, revealing the same place you've been dying to be at since this morning.

A small smile crept to your face, grinning and thank him for bringing you back here. A furious red hue spread across his cheek, caressing his paled complexion. After a moment, you sat down by the pond, legs dip into the the water. Sakura watch you from afar, his expression unreadable.

"Are you going to keep staring? Say something if you have anything to ask." He grin, showing off his pearly whites. He trudge beside you, but not to dip his legs as he just sat down, legs thrown into a criss-cross. You look at him from beside, your own eyes graze over every details of his feature, his pointy noise scratch and wounded, the side of his chin bruised and a deep wound gush on his cheek "How come you're more badly wounded than last night? Do you always fight?" He hiss in return of your words, clearly unappreciative of what you just said.

However, unlike how any other humans would react, he didn't react to your pressings on his wound, instead when your cold finger brush against his skin "I don't have anything but..." You pull a piece of napkin from the beneath of your gown pocket and dip it whole into the water "I can at least clean them." Sakura lean away, not very much fond of the idea at which you sighed, pulling him forward "Relax, you should at least clean it."

Starting with the long cut on his cheek, you dab the wet napkin over the lines to clean dried blood, patting the napkin to his wound to at least clean it. Yes, you might have not notice your close proximity since you're so immense on the taking care of the wound but he has. Sakura can make out the way your lashes blink as you close your eyes to regain focus on your vision. The way it hugs your cheeks, the slightest details he can see now because you're so up close.

Finally you look up but just as you did, your nose touches. It cause him to blush and you to flinch. You almost fall back in the water but he caught you just in time and pull you "Careful, moron!"

Dazed. Fixed. You are unable to say anything for a few seconds, blinking away flusteration. Regaining your composure, you cough out and look away. Oh, why is everywhere burning?!

"You should tend them properly. Make sure to bandage it up." He look at you, perplexed. You point with your finger to your own face "The wounds. You need to take care of it." It's a silly word, indeed is. A silly, meaningless word of concern but why is his heart is beating. So loudly he thanked the sounds around him for masking it.

This is a first for Sakura. The first he felt like this in hundreds years, perhaps, a thousand. Not once, never once did he feel like this, how can a stopped-beating heart thump anyway? Absurd! There must be some sort of mistake, that's right. A mistake. A coincidence that bound to happened.

The night fell and the day came. It's a repetitive motion for a month since he met you. That mistake. It turns out it's not so much of a mistake at all. Love. At least, that's what his friend, Nirei, told him.

Love... What a strange emotion.

Tonight, like any other nights, he wait by the oasis, waiting for you, like a shining beacon to come and just be here already. Sakura heard footsteps, familiar footsteps of your heels arriving. The leaves curtain lift and drop when you came, like an unfamiliar sunlight, you shone the place loom with darkness and shadow for him.

You greet him, and in your hands there's another book for you to read together. You stopped in your track, tilt your head and give him a strange look "You've been fighting again, have you?" The male huff, crossing his hands together.

You climb the rock he's sitting on, site your place beside him and bring that same napkin you bring every night "You really should stop getting into fights, you know?" You scolded to which he only scoff and laugh at. As always, whatever you say went to his right ear and slip to his left, whiff into the air.

"Haru, I'm serious..." That made him stop, he grunt something incoherent in your ears but you questioned no more, getting the hint that maybe, he finally decided to listen.

"I got this book from our library today. Want to read it together?" Yeah, how can he ever deny your request? Nodding his head, you immediately begin skimming through the pages to start reading.

"Haru." You suddenly mentioned in between your reading and he hum, allowing you to begin again "Where do you live? You never tell me where you live." He freeze, not knowing how to answer your question. Right, you didn't know. About his being, his true beings. Who he is, what he is. How could he tell you? Would you... Would you look at him the same...?

"—Ru. Haruka." He flinches, giving you an unreadable expression. Reluctantly, he shake his head, a silent plea for you to stop mentioning whatever you just mentioned.

You wanted to say something but bite it back, hum in understanding and said nothing. He slipped this once but he can't be so sure next time. Sooner or later, if he truly cares, he needs to tell you.

And it's been a week since then, you stopped coming for a while as you're busy preparing for a banquet your father are hosting for his fellow friends. You didn't quite get to mention it to Sakura as it has been rather a last-minute plan. It makes you wonder if he ever look out for you during the past days.

Whilst you're helping your step-brother picking a suitable attire for the night, you subconsciously replay to your conversation the previous nights. Up until today, you are still wondering, interest to know where he live. He knows where you live so it's only fair that you do to. What is he so hesitant about anyway?

The night resume, the small banquet lit the night and laughters fill the entire ballroom. Everyone is either engaging with each other or indulging themselves and as for you and Choji, it's always the latter.

When your father, his wife and his friends arrived at your table, everyone is obliged to be silent and let them have the talking. You didn't quite intrigued to hear whatever they're yacking about, well, not until your step-mother mention marriage. It's only fair or you, now officially nineteen, a damsel in distress, and also the next one in line to be married.

You hope, hope to dear God your father would say something, anything to drop the topic but all you can see he's doing was nodding his head. Almost dropping your utensils, you thrash your head in displeased. Both your father and his wife, along with the other parties turn to you, shocked.

"I'm not getting married." You stood up but your father words caught you in your trance "You leave, you mustn't come back." Your step-mother look in between you and your father, fearful expression contorts on her face.

"Must you do this, Father? Forcing me into marriage with someone I barely knew?" You hear him grunts, motioning for you to take your seat. At this point, hot tears has gathered and if only Choji didn't secretly hold your hand in reassurance, you would've flipped out.

That's right, you have to learn to control your temper. There's so many people tonight in this room, you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself and be label as the 'disgrace to royalty'.

Endured a painful hours long of discussing, you finally excused yourself after they did. Strutting back to your room, you locked the door behind you and cries silently. All you ever wanted, at least right now at this moment, is the warmth of your mother.

You locked yourself away for the entire night, and not once did you give away your ego when your father knocked on your chamber door multiple times moments ago. When the clock strikes twelve, when the shadow aligns, you carefully make your way out of your room. The entire castle is pitched black, unable to see, you discreetly bring a lamp with you.

The raw wind blows on your face when the door opens. Nobody is around and silence is the sole melody plays throughout your journey to the woods. You hope you can find him. You need to find him.

As soon as you arrived, a vogue silhouette of a familiar someone greet you by the rock. He's slouching, eyes closed with a subtle troubled expression on his face. You tip-toed near him as quiet as possible, wish to surprise him when all of a sudden "I know you're here."

You yelped, almost throw the lamp off if not for him to catch it on time. He laughs at your reaction, he won't tell but he find it somehow endearing how you look so surprised and shocked. Sakura soft laughter died down when he look into your eyes, your usual bright eyes and slightly, very slightly dull. Your cheeks is red as we as the tip of your nose. It's like you've been crying for hours long.

"What happened?" You smiled, telling him it's nothing and that you are just tired. Sakura was usually dismissive, he rarely feel a thing so he never bother to check up on others but, the sight of your dried-teary face. Surprisingly enough, it make his heart ache. If that was possible, of course... "You are not tired. You cried."

You thought washing your face is enough to cleanse the evidence but it seems not. You take a sit beside him, a visible long sighed escaped past your open lips.

"My Father forced me to marry..." He lift his head up, tracing your skin with his eyes "That so..." Sakura seem to have not notice it but you're starting to look back, you stared back at him as he continues to stare mindlessly. He only realized when he move his eyes upwards and you stare back at him, smiling but bewildered.

Normally, he would freak out, turn his head away but not now, he keep staring into your eyes. A furious red creep up to his cheeks and he can hear your heartbeat thumping loudly against his ears. On impulse, he bring his hand forward, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. His skin make touch to yours and it send a chill down your spine. His hands feel cold, inhumanly cold.

He cup your cheek using one hand, gently bring your face forward as he too, leans in and kiss you. His lips is cold too, too cold but it's not making you uncomfortable. You return his kiss with a small sigh of relief. Being this close with him for the first time ever, you can make out a faint mint smell radiate in the air. Sakura move his hand down to your waist, pulling you gently closer to him as the world outside seemed to fade into the background.

When you break of the kiss, Sakura finally look away, coughing out nothing in embarrassment "I... There's something I need to tell you but I'll tell you tomorrow." He look into your eyes, silently pleading "Can you come again?" Smiling at him oh-so brightly, you nod your head in agreement.

"You cannot do this to me!"

"Yes, I can. Especially when you misbehaved like this and sneak out the castle every night!" The guards push you in and throw you on the ground "Reflect what you've done and until then, you will stay in your room." Getting up, you storm to the door only for it to close before you and your father lock it from outside.

Planting your ear on the door, you can hear their quiet pleas, both your step-mother and step-brother, begging him to unlock the door. He said nothing and his large footsteps descend downstairs. You tries to take a deep breath, voice breaking in silence "Don't do this to me, please..."

It's been hours, perhaps a day, and during that time, you slouched against the door, wiping what you thought was the last tears only for a few to rush suit. It's a struggle to regain composure but when you heard footsteps outside the door followed with small steps of a certain someone's skipping, you got up slowly.

"Princess..." It's her voice, the voice of someone you always believed was vile and pretentious. The door creaks and gently push open.

You saw the Queen peeking behind the door, scared she'll get caught but Choji stood there, both hands on his waist as if he was proud to help, to rescue you. You turn to both of them, a silent gratitude expression plastered across your face "I—"

The Queen put both hands on your shoulders, crouch down eye-level "We both got many untold things to share so go, and come back fast. We'll be waiting..." She hope to share a quick hug but she's aware it's not yet a good time so she watch you leave, running downstairs and escape the castle.

You race to the forest, the sun barely set but it's almost dark. The weather is clouded over and it seems like it's about to rain. Pick your dress over your ankles, you hurry, praying to meet him at the place. Hurriedly lift the curtains, your vision immediately drawn to a familiar man. He wear what you remembered he wore the first time you both met. The white ruffled shirt and his signature dark trouser "Haru..." You didn't quite make out his face but you can tell it's scrunched, like a hurtful look. Why would he look at you with such look, you wonder...

"Where were you? We were supposed to meet yesterday!"

"...I waited."

You clutch the bottom of your dress, pained and frustrated "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." You make a move, walking towards him and slowly begin to put your distance to a closure "You said there's something you'd like to tell me. Can you tell now?"

His whole body tensed, Sakura jerk his head aside with a bitter look still on his face "Moron, what makes you think I forgive you so easily—"

"Haru, I promise I have my reason. I promise I will tell you after you do." It's not short, nor is it easy to make him spill whatever on his mind but he's determined to tell you everything. Gently and carefully, he pick your hand up, that inhumanly cold hand of his brush against your much warmer ones.

"Would you... Would you leave me if I'm not who you thought I was?"

"Haru, what do you—"

"I'm not a good person, there is a truth that dwells within me, a shadow that clings to my very soul. It is a truth so monstrous that I fear you may never look at me the same again."

He wish not to lie to you anymore, let it be the end of your sweet meet, he wish to be honest with you once and for all "I'm not a person, I'm a vampire."

Your eyes widen, a slow gasp elicit past your open lips. To say you are shocked is an understatement, you are beyond speechless, nearly forgetting how to breathe and swallow back "H— Haru..."

"I don't wish for you to stay. You may leave if you wish. I just— I thought I'd be honest for once," He look down and stare into your eyes, and for once, his usually hard stares mix with a tinge of vulnerability "Especially to whom I like."

He close his eyes, unable to see you leave his sight. His fist bawl tight that his paled skin turn out paler. His eyes widen as he accidentally lets out a loud gasp of surprise when you suddenly tackle him into a hug "What are you—"

"If you are to be a monster, the darkness, let me be your light, Haru — as long as I'm not your next victim of thirst..." Giggling, you secure your arms around him, nuzzling your face against his chest. He almost let out a laugh but instead he smile, so big it radiates the sun to shine within the dark night.

"You still owe me an explanation." You hum, quick to take an understanding why the hands of the man you like is always cold, so, very inhumanly cold.

[kissitbttr]

YOUR FRAT!MIGUEL SERIES IS AMAZING <333 I saw a tiktok on how a good boyfriend would peel his girlfriend’s oranges, would frat!miguel also peel cheerleader!reader’s oranges? ANYWAYS ILYYYY

are u talking about the orange peel theory?? because if so, YES!

miguel would do anything for his girl. ANYTHING. you don’t even have to ask,

it’s like that one time where you’re drowning with college work, sitting on the couch with a laptop on your lap that you had asked him to fetch you a tangerine,

“baby, can you get me one of those, please?” you ask sweetly, eyeing the fruit on the table

as a response , miguel grabs one before peeling it off for you, binning the skin off

“miguel, you don’t have to do it. i can” you giggle at his act of service. “gimme”

he shakes his head. “not a chance, mi amor. would you like to have these little white strings on or off? because if you don’t like them, i’ll peel it off for you too”

you love this man to death