#im SO sorry im not shutting up about this. probably another day or two then i'll be quiet

[searidings]

hi! this message might seem a little out of nowhere, but i have a question for you. i love your writing a whole lot, and i guess i was wondering… how do you do it?

you have so many amazing stories on ao3 (with decently sized word counts) that i can’t help but wonder how you do it all? i’m a writer too, and i love doing it, but it seems like i never have the time. it could be because i’m still in school and managing to get all of that work done while making time for myself seems like an impossible task, but i’m sure you have a life outside of writing as well.

sorry, i’m rambling. i guess what i’m asking for here might be your writing schedule/how much you do write a week + any tips you may have?

thanks! <3

alright i've been sitting on this ask because honestly i don't have a writing schedule i have a massive pile of frustration and wasted time followed by a burst of intense hyperfixation, nevertheless i will try to answer as best i can!

firstly, real life gets in the way all the time! i can't imagine that anyone except full time authors (and even then) has the time to write as much as they want to. i've tried to give myself a break with this. if you can't do it this week, or next, so what. your brain (and ideas and plots and musings) aren't going anywhere

- understand that time when you're not creating is necessary and good. if writing is the "output", what's your input? how do you replenish the tank? when im completely stumped i read a book, watch a show, or absorb something totally different so that i have more juice in the creative tank to draw on for my own stuff

i truly don't have a writing schedule. i can't do that '200 words a day' thing though i'm so envious of people who can. i either write nothing for a month, or i write 70k words in three weeks, there's no in between. when i get into it i can write 10k+ words a day, but then there are periods (like now) where i struggle to string together a sentence. there are so many great tips out there for forming daily habits and avoiding distractions to write little and often but that's just not me or my process, and i'm trying to accept that, so that would be my biggest piece of "advice": don't try to do what works for other people, unless it genuinely works for you too

that said, these are some of the things that work for me:

- routine and discipline are important and there comes a time when you just have to sit down and write, but if you only write for pleasure like me and not as a job, a balance between forcing but also allowing/enjoying the process is key or you'll start to hate it so much you give up altogether. remember why you started writing in the first place, and focus on that

- protect the time and space in which you write. i don't set myself word targets or deadlines, but i do schedule in chunks of time (for me it has to be at least like two hours) where im going to (at least try) to write. it has to be purposeful. i don't enforce anything else about my process, but i do enforce (where possible) uninterrupted periods where i can focus solely on writing

- read what you want to write and write what you want to read. it's cliché as hell but it's been working for me, that's all i can say

[mythicalmyles]

— request,

all characters are 18+

"why do i need a babysitter?! im an adult!" with hoody and masky?

the reader still lives with their parents and while his parents are going out for the night they decide to ask the boys next door if they can babysit their son while they go out for the night.

and, of course they say yes! they've both seen their neighbors son, seen his skin from when he got dressed and forgot to shut his curtains. god they've seen him. and have become, somewhat obsessed, you could say. if obsessed meant raw-dogging him and fucking his throat, of course.

this is the perfect chance for them to finally take what's theirs. besides, the neighbors son would probably even enjoy it. seems like the type to anyway.

– [💤 anon. ]

reader is rich and dumb (goals) sorry for short and skippy beginning hope this is okay

(if ur american underage drinking if ur normal no underage drinking)

(Name) huffed out another aggravated sigh as he stomped away from his parents. They were way too over protective and it was driving him insane, he couldn't believe they'd asked their brand new neighbours to babysit their eighteen year old son. He was so embarrassed, they must think he's completely incapable.

Fair enough he couldn't cook.. Was use to the maids taking care of his every need and he certainly understood they deserved a break but.. They could hire more.

He threw his door open, lips pulled into a pout as he began stripping off. He was too focused on his current predicament to close the curtains as he yanked his clothes off.

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Masky couldn't have begged the God's for a better sight then he currently had, he couldn't take his eye's away from his neighbours cute son changing. In his defence the dude hadn't closed his curtains, he may as well have given Masky permission.

"What are you looking at?" Masky barley flinched as his partner popped up besides him, instead nodding towards (Name). "Oooh." Masky smirked at his response. "We're gonna be all alone with him for a week." Hoody's face morphed into a smirk. "He's pretty." Masky hummed in agreement, thoughts of stuffing (Name) spreading through his brain.

Masky figured he'd be loud and sensative, those huge innocent eyes popping into his mind already has his cock standing to attention. He smirked hit the table softly and stood. "Two days... Two days."

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(Name) hadn't bothered bidding his parents goodbye when they finally left, awkwardly introducing himself to the two slightly older men. (Name) couldn't deny the flush that coated his cheeks when he had met Tim's eyes. Something about them sent shivers down his spine, he hadn't quite gotten a read on Brian though. His face was completely blank.

They had sat in awkward silence in the livingroom, (Name) barley had the balls to look at them instead choosing to cross his arms and look at his lap. “Booze?” (name) jolted in place head snapping to Tim. “What?” Masky tried to hold in a laugh at the dumb look on (Names) face, instead he reworded his sentance. “Alcohol? Do you have it?”

“Oh uh, I can show you.” (Name) mumbled standing up and making his way into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and a cooled cupboard next to it. He gestured and Masky’s eyes bugged out. “I knew you were rich but fuck.” (Name) shrugged it off, wasnt his money.

“You drink?” (Name) shook his head. “Only drank like one last year.” He chuckled. Masky tutted. “Glasses? We have to fix that.” (Name) pursed his lips, he felt nervous. “What? Scared? No wonder you’re parents got you baby sitters.”

(Names) face went red. “I am an adult! Im not scared! I just.. Haven’t been drunk before.” Masky patted his back. “Dont worry, me and Brian will take goood care of you.” (Name) relented, missing the cat like smirk that had snuck onto Masky’s face.

“Go sit.” Masky pointed towards the living-room, back where Brian had stayed. (Name) nodded and headed through, sitting in silence.

Luckily Masky wasnt long before coming through, three drinks balancing in his hands. He gave one to (Name) who stared at the glass nervously as Masky handed Hoody his drink and took a seat.

“Go on then.” Masky pushed, (Name) licked his lips before picking up the glass. The last drink of alcohol he had had been vile, it felt like burning when he drank it. He closed his eyes and quickly took a sip, eyes shooting open as sweetness danced over his tongue.

It tasted like fruit juice, he quickly chugged the glass down. Masky cheered as he cleared it, clapping after and patting him on the back one he roughly put the glass back on the table.

(Names) head spun,. “Can i have more?” Masky laughed and quickly stood to make him one, this time a little stronger.

(Name) wasn’t as quick with this one, the three of them begining to flow into conversation. Asking (Name) if he’d graduated yet, if he worked and lots more questions.

Normally (Name) was shy when all attention was on him but with his swaying mind he found himself happily answering everything they threw at him.

Brian and Tim had raced ahead of him, on their fifth by the time he’d gotten halfway through his third. They’d thrown on some music at some point but it hadnt halted the conversation. Somewhere down the line (Name) had ended up nestled inbetween the two, he kept bursting into giggles, sometimes even over nothing.

(Name) didn’t flinch when Masky dropped his hand onto his thigh, even when Masky's hand started stroking slowly up his leg. His eye's had flicked down though and his cheeks were red, so Masky knew he'd noticed.

Hoody's hand soon joined him, mirroring his movement's on (Name's) other thigh. (Name's) breathing picked up and Masky didn't think the he could get any redder. "You okay?" (Name) nodded. "Yeah" He took a deep swallow, saliva suddenly flooding his mouth.

Masky smirked, he didn't know how much longer he could honestly hold off. (Name) looked so pretty all flushed, pupils wide. Masky boldly pressed his hand against (Names) hardening cock causing him to gasp and grind into Masky's hand. Brian's hand slipped up under his shirt, quickly latching to a nipple and playing with the bud.

The moan that left (Name) was like music to his ears and Masky began grinding his hand against (Name's) cock. (Name) threw his head back and arched against the couch, a loud moan tore through his throat.

"G-" (Name) cut himself off and scrunched his eyes closed. "Like that?" Masky's voice was deep and it went straight to (Name's) cock. "So pretty." Hoody's voice came as a surprise, (Names) head immedietly shooting to him. He'd barley spoken the whole night and (Name) really wanted to hear him compliment him more.

Masky unbuckled his belt as Hoody pulled off his shirt, Hoody left his arms and quicly made his way back to (Names) nipples. This time he choose to circle his tongue around (Names) nipples, (Name) squirmed in response. Masky used one of his hands to pin (Names) hips to the couch as his other began jacking him off.

(Name) quickly melted into moans, giving the others free reign over him. “I wonder how your mom would feel knowing how loud you’re moaning for your babysitters.” (Name) flushed and looked at him. “N-no ple-.” Masky was quick to cut him off.

“Oh dont you worry, they wont know.” Maskys hand left his hip to wrap lightly around his neck, he easily pulled (Name) into a deep sloppy kiss.

(Names) stomach lit on fire, he found it hard to keep up his thought as alcohol clouded his mind and their touch filled his senses.

He let out a small squeak as a lubricated finger pushed into him, his eyes shooting to Hoody who smirked. (Name) bit his lip as Hoodys finger fucked into him, (Names) eyes were lidded as he laid back against the couch.

“You’re gonna look so pretty all stuffed up.” (Name) shuddered and groaned, his words having more of an effect then he felt they should have. Masky quickly pushed their lips together, tongue pushing into (Names) mouth.

(Name) didn’t put up much of a fight against Masky, letting him take the lead. Hoody slid another finger in causing (Name) to let out a high pitched keen, Hoody scissored his fingers trying to stretch (Name).

Once (Name) relaxed Hoody wasted no time slipping a third in, (Name) let out a pained groan but Masky’s mouth kept him distracted. Masky’s hands slipped down (Names) chest, playing with his nipples. Masky’s hands didnt stay in once place for too long, they constantly explored him.

(Names) stomach dropped as Hoody pulled his fingers out, the duo chuckled at his whine. Masky sat back against the sofa and pulled (Name) onto his lap, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and rubbed it against (Names) hole. “W-will it even fit?” Masky reassured him before latching onto his neck and sucking deep bruises up the column of his throat.

(Name) arched back and groaned as Masky slowly pushed in, it took Masky a minute to fully bottom out, (Name) was tight and it took everything for Masky not to push him forward and take him. He let out a deep breath, he had to be patient.

His hands gripped (Names) thighs, circling his hips against his cock as he panted against the back of (Names) neck. (Name) moaned brokenly with every grind of Maskys cock against his prostate, Hoody had taken to sucking bruises up his chest and playing with his cock.

(Name) felt like he was going to implode, pleasure hit him like a truck and it didn’t take long for him to cum grinding back on Masky’s cock.

Hoody stood up, hand gripping (Names) hair pulling his mouth to his cock as his free hand undid his belt. (Name) whined due to the friction inside his sensitive hole but followed Hoody nonetheless.

(Name) happily took Hoody into his mouth, choking when Hoody pushed further into his throat then he’d anticipated. Despite his gagging Hoody kept fucking his mouth, the tight wet heat driving him nuts.

Masky had also given up on being gentle, choosing to sharply thrust into (Name) who moaned around Hoody’s cock.

The vibrations almost had Hoody’s knees buckling as his thrusts got sloppier, (Name) groaned as drool dripped out of his mouth and ran down his neck.

“Wait.” Masky ordered, Hoody paused, balls deep in (Names) mouth. “What?” (Name) gagged as he was pulled off of Hoodies cock, he flopped against Masky’s chest taking in deep breaths of air.

“You sit.” Masky stood up and spun them around, positioning (Name) in between Hoody’s legs. His hands pushed down on (Names) shoulder and he manoeuvred himself in between Hoody’s thighs. Hoody didnt waste time slipping back jnto his mouth as Masky settled behind (Name). His hands gripe (Names) hips tightly before he alines his cock with (Names) hole.

He pushed in with more ease, quickly picking up his thrusts. His thrusts would push him further on Hoody’s cock and the sound of (Name) choking only spurred them on. (Name) could feel himself come close to cuming again, his mind spinning.

He was overwhelmed with pleasure, his back was arched and he was pooled im Hoody’s lap. They had complete control as they spit roasted him, (Name) let out a scream around Hoody’s cock as he came, clenching hard on Masky’s cock.

Hoody spilled into his mouth, letting his cock slide out of (Names) mouth and paint his face with cum. Tears ran down (Names) face as oversensitivity filled him. “You are so pretty when you cry.” Hoody muttered before slipping his tongue into (Names) mouth, he whimpered as Masky’s thrusts picked up. It almost felt like he was being fucked by a beast.

Luckily for (Names) hole Masky didn’t last much longer, pumping him pull of cum before sitting back and allowing (Name) to fall back against his chest.

“This is going to be a fun week.” Hoody smirked.

[karolinesvrsion]

just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

@bettyssneaker @ellemfaoh @finneysbaseball @urfavkorean @retirement-home

okay so even though it's the baseball game i know nothing about baseball so there's none in this but enjoy the cuteness. also i don't hate the house on mango street, i just chose a book from the 80s 😭

a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.

when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.

❦

it was another boring wednesday morning with ms. rhodes, your calculus teacher. you didn't have this class at the same time as bruce, but he followed the 'always do your calculus homework' rule.

"hey, dipshit," vance whispered, throwing a gum wrapper at your head. "what's the answer to number five?"

"i don't know." you answered, throwing the crumpled wrapper back at him. "why would i know?"

"your grades have been getting better in this class, dumb fuck." he grumbled. "oh, i see." he added after seeing the dumbfounded look on your face. "it isn't you, it's your little fake boyfriend."

"shut up, vance!" you hissed, attracting the attention of the two students in front of you. you gave them an awkward smile, turning back to vance. "don't say it out loud, idiot."

"are you ashamed of your fake boyfriend?" he teased, an over dramatic gasp leaving his mouth. "wow, see, if i was fake dating bruce yamada, i'd go insane. especially if it was crazy obvious he's in love with me." he crossed his arms over his chest, a cocky grin on his face.

"do you like dudes?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow so it looked like you were genuinely asking.

"what? i- no, we've talked about this!" vance grumbled. "i'm talking about you!"

"what are you talking about?" you questioned. the look on your face must've been priceless, because vance started laughing. audibly laughing. and laughing was an understatement. he was cackling.

"mr. hopper, what is so funny?" your teacher asked. ms. rhodes was young, only about twenty-six, but working with high schoolers every day probably took off ten years from her lifespan.

"no, not funny, just stupid, i'm sorry!" vance breathed, his face bright red. the class was staring at the two of you, so your face was probably bright red too.

"okay, let's get back to the lesson." ms. rhodes sighed, shaking her head.

"you're an idiot, y/n/n." vance whispered after she turned her back. he snickered quietly to himself. your face truly was priceless.

bruce couldn't focus. not even on us history, and that was his best subject. when he tried focusing on something, his mind would go back to you. all morning, he looked forward to seventh period— physics, his worst class— because it was the only class he shared with you.

during lunch, bruce could barely touch his food. he picked at it with his fork for five minutes before setting it back down, and glancing around the lunch patio.

"dude, are you okay?" lucas' semi-raspy voice snapped bruce out of his thoughts. "you're staring into space."

"yeah, yeah, uh, no im not okay," bruce stuttered, running a hand over his face. "if i tell you something, you have to swear on everything that you won't tell anyone— and that includes violet."

"okay," lucas furrowed his eyebrows. bruce wasn't one to get this riled up over a dumb secret. "what's going on, you're acting weird."

"y/n and i aren't really dating," he admitted. "we made a fake-dating plan to make clara jealous."

lucas blinked. "that's not true."

"it is true, dipshit," bruce snapped. "we aren't actually dating, it's fake."

"no, you two are definitely dating— i— what? i saw the way you looked at her that day at the carnival, man." lucas tried.

"yeah, i know! that's the problem, luke." bruce replied rather snarkily. "i can't stop thinking about her, man! it's so weird, i mean, she's like— taking up my mind! i think i like her."

"bruce, don't be an idiot." lucas chided. "of course you like her. you've been hanging out with her like every single day, studying or whatever. you two hang out after practices and games, you're bound to fall in love."

"what, i'm not in love with her!" bruce exclaimed. "i just really like hanging out with her, and listening to her rant about her hatred for olives, and studying with her, and watching her make fun of her brother, and teaching her sister to play baseball—"

"wait— you're teaching her little sister how to play baseball?" lucas questioned.

"yeah, and it's so fun sharing custody of todd." bruce smiled, placing his chin in his hand.

"todd?" lucas raised an eyebrow.

"our teddy bear. the one we won at the carnival, and— oh, crap." bruce's eyes widened, making lucas' head turn quickly. you were walking towards them, gwen and donna by your side.

"okay, here's the plan." lucas turned to him. "everything you just said to me? you're gonna say that to y/n."

"what, no!" bruce defended, his eyes as wide as saucers. "i can't just say all of this to her, she'll get creeped out!"

lucas rolled his eyes. "just tell her!"

"no!" bruce finalized, earning a glare from lucas. "look, this was supposed to be a fake-dating thing to make clara jealous, but now, i don't like her, i like y/n. and if i tell y/n, she'll avoid me like the plague."

"but, bruce—"

"i'm not telling her. not yet."

you approached the two, a smile gracefully finding its way onto your face. "hey lucas, good to see you."

"y/n, hey. bruce was just talking about you!" lucas grinned, patting bruce on the shoulder. "have you seen violet, by any chance?"

"oh, no. i think she stayed behind to talk to mrs. jameson after the bell rang." you said.

"okay, cool. i am gonna let you two talk, then." he gave bruce a smirk and stood up. "i'll see you at practice."

gwen raised an eyebrow, nudging your shoulder. "what was that about?" she muttered.

"no idea." you shrugged, taking a seat next to bruce. donna and gwen sat on the opposite side, chatting quietly with one another.

you noticed bruce looked a little tense, so you placed your hand on his forearm. "you okay?"

he smiled at you, placing his hand on yours. "yeah, yeah, i'm good, just nervous."

"for practice?" you scrunched your nose in confusion. "but it's just practice, bruce, and you're the best on the team. what are you nervous about?"

"not for practice, for the actual game." he clarified. "we're playing against finney's team this saturday, and they're good."

"so, you're nervous to play against finney?" you asked. to you, it seemed odd, since bruce was always confident before a game. "if you lose, you lose. and if you win, then i get to shove it in finney's face!"

"yeah, i guess that's true." bruce chuckled. there was something about his stupidly perfect smile that made your stomach flip, but you would never admit that out loud. "i'll be fine, right? yeah, i'll be fine."

"are you telling me or asking me?" you said. bruce shoved you away lightly. "okay, okay! after your game we can go to that diner you like and i'll get you whatever you want."

"even if i lose?" he asked. "you'll still celebrate with me if i lose, right?"

"yeah, of course." you affirmed, giving him a comforting smile. the bell rang, indicating that the next class would start shortly. the two of you stood up, and bruce linked his hand in yours.

"you have english right now, right?" bruce asked. he already knew the answer, of course, but he didn't want to be weird.

"yep, we started a new book yesterday, y'know?" you started rambling about the novel your class was reading, and why you hated it more than anything. bruce listened to every word you said, nodding and occasionally saying a word or two as feedback.

as you approached the english class, you slipped your hand out of bruce's quietly. "okay, so i will see you later, at your practice thing, okay? you'll be fine, just take a deep breath or something."

"okay, i'll take a deep breath or something." bruce teased, leaning down slightly to place a kiss on your forehead. you smiled, waving goodbye while walking into class.

he watched you take a seat next to vance with a dazed smile on his face. lucas popped up out of nowhere and slapped bruce's shoulder, saying, "you are so in love with her."

"crap. i might be so in love with y/n." bruce muttered under his breath. "crap, oh crap."

bruce's baseball practice always started around six-thirty. you'd been to previous practice sessions, and they were all equally as boring. today, you had the silence of the lambs in your backpack to finish reading while waiting.

the team was already warming up by the time you sat down on the cold bleachers. you spotted bruce— who was already looking at you— and waved. he exchanged a few words with his teammates and jogged over to you. "hey, you made it!"

"of course i did," you said. "which means i get a point, just so you're aware." you added smugly.

"i'm aware, y/n/n," bruce chuckled. "hey, i thought the english classes were reading the house on mango street? what's with the silence of the lambs?"

"oh, i'm reading this for my own enjoyment." you explained. thinking it was a joke, bruce laughed. "what?"

"oh, you're serious?" he whispered, looking beyond surprised. "have you read it before?"

"what? no, i haven't read it before, that's why i'm reading it now." you began. "it's pretty cool, to be honest."

"that's so gross, y/n." bruce grimaced.

the team was calling bruce back to the field, very loudly in your opinion. "your team is waiting for you, bruce."

he winked at you and jogged back to the field, where lucas— and the majority of the team— had begun teasing him.

you watched them practice for about ten minutes, but it was rather boring, so you took out the silence of the lambs and began reading.

"thank you, dr. danielson, for your humorous remarks. they're very helpful to me— i'll show you how in a minute. you like the truth— try this. he kidnaps young women and rips their skins off. he puts on these skins and capers around them—"

the pages were darkened by someone's shadow behind you. bruce's shadow, of course. "jeez, y/n, that's what you read in your free time?"

"oh, crap, you guys finished already?" you gave him an apologetic look.

"yeah, it's like eight-thirty, y/n/n." bruce feigned annoyance. "come on, i'll walk you home."

"sorry i didn't watch you practice," you said, grabbing your water bottle. "it got boring after the first ten minutes."

bruce laughed at this. "so, instead you started reading a gross book?"

"it is a psychological horror book, bruce." you clarified.

"that's even worse." he blurted, swinging his arm around your shoulder.

that saturday, you and gwen walked to the baseball field together. "so who are you gonna be cheering on? bruce or finney?"

"i will be cheering for them both, gwen." you huffed. "i'll say 'congrats on the win' to one, and 'congrats on the loss' to the other one."

"you're so weird, y/n/n." she giggled. the two of you took a seat on the bleachers— which were warm due to the morning sun.

you two were later joined by donna, robin, vance, billy, griffin, and some other friends. billy and griffin loved going to the baseball games, donna didn't mind them, but vance and robin thought they were the most boring things ever.

"when can we leave?" robin whined, greatly resembling a pouting toddler. griffin shushed him multiple times before giving up and letting him whine all he wanted. "can we get snacks?"

"fine, go get snacks, but don't take too long!" donna called as robin and vance went running to the snack stands. "i feel like a mother."

robin and vance returned with an overload of snacks about five minutes later. they were much more bearable after having some food.

you felt like someone was staring at you, and at first, you thought it might've been robin. (he always stares at people for a long time to get them to give him money.) but, when you looked at robin, he was watching the game intently.

you looked behind you and saw as clara— who was seated two rows behind you— turned away quickly. 'weird.' you thought, turning back to the game.

the game went well. you and gwen both cheered for finney and bruce everytime they were on the field, so your throats were a little sore.

"hey, finn, congrats on the loss." you told finney as he joined the group.

"thanks, y/n/n," he smiled. "hey, we're going to hang out, you wanna come with us, or do you have plans with loverboy over there?" finney joked, motioning over to where bruce was waiting.

"you're funny," you gave him a sarcastic smile. "but yeah, i told him i'd get him something from the diner if he won, so, yeah i guess i have plans."

"alright, we'll see you later then!"

you walked over to bruce, and when you got closer, you could see that he was nervous. "hey, you okay? you're like, shaking."

"y/n/n, listen, um, my parents are here." he said, making your eyes go wide. "and they want to take us to the diner."

"your— your parents? you want me to go meet your parents?" you stuttered, feeling your stomach flip.

"yeah. look, i know it's weird, right? it's weird, but it'll be fine! i mean, you already know amy, and my parents will love you!" bruce reassured you, placing his hands on either side of your face. he held your hand as you two began walking.

"y'know bruce, this is starting to feel like a real relationship, if you ask me." you teased.

"what? wh— why would you say that?" bruce stumbled across his words, praying to the lord that lucas didn't say anything to you.

"i just mean, like, i'm meeting your parents, you already met my family, it feels like an actual relationship." you joked, hoping he would catch on.

"oh, you're joking! okay, you're joking." he sighed, looking relieved. this confused you, but you left it alone.

mr. and mrs. yamada were smiling as the two of you approached their car. amy was already in the backseat, waiting patiently for you all.

"hello, you must be y/n!" bruce's mom greeted kindly, shaking your hand.

"i am," you offered. "yes, im y/n, that's— that's me."

"she's nervous." bruce said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "i'm gonna go get my stuff, but um, you three should talk!"

mr. yamada introduced himself, also shaking your hand. "so, bruce tells us you like to read. is that true?"

"yes, it is!" your eyes brightened at this. "i'm actually reading the silence of the lambs right now."

"wow, an interesting choice. what made you want to read that book?" he continued. the two of you talked about the aforementioned book for a couple more minutes, and probably would have talked about it for longer if it wasn't for mrs. yamada cutting in.

"let's wait for bruce in the car." she stated. "it's getting a bit chillier."

the three of you were seated in the car waiting for bruce when amy blurted, "bruce really likes you, y'know?"

"amy!"

"what? it's true!" she defended. "you're all he talks about, all day every day. he's all 'y/n said this, and y/n said that.' it's almost annoying!"

"amy yamada!"

"i'm just saying!" amy grumbled. "and you should see the way he looks at you! he's super in love with you."

"amy!"

"okay, i'm done!" she giggled, obviously not caring that if he knew what she had just said, bruce would probably strangle her later.

"i'm so sorry about her, she can be a lot." mr. yamada apologized.

"i'm right here!" amy scoffed.

"it's okay," you laughed. "i know how younger siblings are."

"oh, that's right, you have a younger sister! allison, i believe her name is?" mrs. yamada asked politely.

"right, allison, but she prefers being called allie." you liked talking to bruce's parents. mr. yamada understood and shared the love you had for reading, and mrs. yamada loved the way you talked about your family, the people you held dearest to your heart.

finally, bruce opened the car door, and plopped himself in the seat to your right. "okay, i'm here, let's go!"

"bruce, you smell like shit." amy complained, pinching her nose.

"amy!"

"don't sit so close to y/n, you'll infect her with your disgusting smell." she emphasized, sticking her tongue out at him.

"amy!"

"i'm just joking, jeez."

bruce nudged your shoulder. "sorry about her, she's annoying."

"nope, she's pretty funny, actually." you laughed. "she's right though, you stink." bruce gave you a look of betrayal. "i'm just saying!"

that night, after you were dropped you off back home, bruce's parents went on and on about how "she's perfect, son!" and "she's so kind!" even amy talked about how much she adored you. "do you think she'd go shopping with gwen and i?" she said, earning a groan from bruce.

he couldn't stop thinking about you. good lord, he had fallen. how could this happen? the plan was fool proof, and yet he fell.

bruce didn't know what else to do, so, like an idiot, he decided to push aside his feelings. maybe clara would change her mind and take an interest in him.

'lord help me.' bruce thought to himself, laying in his bed wide awake, thinking of you. your smile, your laugh, your non-stop book talk.

he thought of calling you, but it was twelve in the morning and you'd probably be asleep. 'it'll be fine.' he kept telling himself. but would it? would it be fine?

[angelprinz]

hii laven! i've lurked for sometime but i've gained the courage to send you something! thank you so much for your works, you and the anons are godsends on slow days <33 this ended up longer than i intended, i'm sorry!!!

cw dubcon, cumeating ♡

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thinking about how ayato would be the type to condition his noble fiancée to be addicted and completely dependent on him,,, imagine ayato properly courting you, unlike those really creepy men who only want to get their dick wet, as you said to him on one date. you really love him!! after all, he's polite and gentle with you! everything in your relationship has been so picture-perfect so far that you can't help but be mindless and agree to his whims, like when he took you on a milk tea date!

little did ayato's cute little fiancée know that once she takes on the kamisato name, she'd be living a life different from what she imagined when she accepted his marriage proposal <3

after he took you to a separate property the kamisatos had in a separate island, you stayed there warming yours and ayato's bed, unable to leave. why? you weren't allowed to wear any clothes, something he said was a "honeymoon tradition" for new wives in the kamisato family to show off their innocence. then he starves you and only feeds you his cum, another kamisato tradition he's just following he tells you is to ensure "future purity and fertility for the bloodline". sometimes he does it from a bowl and feeds it to you in spoonfuls but he really likes it when you choke on his length every "feeding session" you have as he pounds into your throat while your back is up against the wall. he doesn't feed you everyday so you can't establish a cycle and you're usually very hungry until he comes for you too :(( you barely know what day or what time it is but you've become so behaved for ayato that he spoils you whenever he comes inside to feed you or to just to fondle your body <33

when the "honeymoon" is over, ayato takes you back to narukami, and gives you the most lavish and beautiful clothes you've ever seen but you itch inside of it as it constantly drags along your skin with every movement. thoma prepares a meal for you two in the teahouse as he welcomes you to the clan formally (he hasn't seen you in nearly a year he thinks!!) but you find yourself retching after taking a bite! thoma feels so bad, did he accidentally poison you :((? but ayato laughs and tells him that he's done nothing wrong, just that his wife probably isn't used to the inazuman meals anymore after you've both been in fontaine for so long, even joking that maybe his wife's tastes have become a bit too refined!

when he takes you back to your room together in the yashiro commission estate, you can't help but shiver trying to piece together what you learned on your first day back in society but you're so hungry that your brain hurts every time you try. the moment he slides the door shut, you start begging ayato for his cum while peeling off the complicated outfit you wore, you're hungry and in a hurry after all! and how can such a kind and loving husband like ayato not indulge his wife when she's been such a good girl for him?

anon i- will you marry me? thank you so much for this ask, firstly you’re so sweet and secondly THIS IS SO GOOD IM- literally drippin’ reading it holy shit. cum eating reigns superior and ayato manipulating you to think it’s something normal? so, so, so deliciously degenerate. i love you, mwah, on my hands and knees for your ayato ask.

the mind break, the face fucking and starving <3 truly an awful awful man but i’d do anything for him.

[mackenzielovee]

ambivalence part two: swim - rafe cameron

a/n: anxiety = through the roof. im already almost finished with part 3 and i LOVE it so stay tuned! i hope you love this chapter! leave me a comment and lmk xoxo

Summary: Rafe tries his best to give you what you want, but you don't let him.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 5.1k

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my writing

"Top, can I please just stay in the car?"

You unbuckle your seatbelt, already knowing the answer. Topper shakes his head, glaring at you like he is annoyed you hadn't listened the first time he explained why you have to go into the Club with him to pick up his paycheck.

"It is prime lunch time right now, Y/N. If Marco sees me, he'll practically force me into an apron and tell me to get to work. You're my plausible deniability."

"Plausible deniability?" you question as the two of you climb out of his Jeep, "What, did you commit a crime? It's not that serious."

"Oh, trust me, it is. Sorry we can't all set up direct deposit the second we get hired," he mutters, waving you forward with him.

You shove your hands into your jacket pockets and groan, following Topper toward the Club. It's a little windy today, so you figure Topper's probably right about the lunch rush. All of that bad golfers came in for a bite to eat so as not to embarrass themselves any further.

"You act like direct deposit is a chore," you continue on, watching Topper shake his head, "It literally could not be easier."

"Yeah, yeah. We don't all have mountains of time on our hands, Little Miss Perfect."

You sneer at the nickname, punching him in the shoulder as payback. He'd called you that once and got such a reaction out of you that he will pull it out every once in a while just to make sure you still hate it.

Topper pulls the door of the Club open and allows you to walk in first, gently setting a hand on your hips when you stop short in the entrance. He's barely able to get inside.

"Busy," you mumble to him, pointing to the groups of men gathered around the bar and flooding the outside deck.

Your eyes float around the room, eyeing all of the old men in polos, when you find Rafe in that crowd. Also in a polo, his hair is messy from the wind outside. He hasn't bothered to fix it, but you can tell by the amount of empty glasses in front of him that he's been here a while. You watch as he picks up his filled glass and brings it to his lips, eyes flickering up and meeting yours instantly, almost like he was able to feel you looking at him.

You watch his eyes flicker down to Topper's hand still on your hips, and feel frozen when you sense Topper lean his head down to whisper in your ear.

"Come on."

He removes his hand from your hips and brings it up to the small of your back as he tries to lead you forward. You follow Topper's guidance and walk toward the swinging door labeled 'Employees Only'. Once you two are through the door, Topper drops his hand from you completely.

Topper glances around for your boss, and when he doesn't see him, he sighs in relief. He leads you into the office, letting you wait outside the door while he makes small talk with the assistant manager. The second he gets his hands on his check, he's out the door. He grabs ahold of your elbow and leads you out, not wanting to waste any time being seen.

"You're being a little dramatic, you know," you inform him.

He pushes open the swinging door once more, glancing around for Marco.

"Shut it. If you'd ever picked up a check on a busy day, you'd understand, too."

You just shrug, not totally convinced. Topper sees Rafe at the bar and breaks for him without even mentioning it to you. You throw your head back and follow him over, knowing you can't get into Topper's Jeep without the keys. Otherwise, you'd just go wait for him in the car.

"Yo, dude," Topper greets him the second he's within speaking distance.

"What up, man?" Rafe questions, holding his hand out for Topper to shake.

"Ah, you know," Topper shrugs, "Y/N and I are happy to be off today, holy shit."

Rafe snickers, taking another sip of his drink. You're tucked behind Topper, but you still have a view of Rafe. He hasn't so much as glanced your way.

"Yeah, I can imagine."

"Is this what you're doing today?" Topper asks him, making you wince at the judgment in his voice.

"Well, I don't have a job, Top," Rafe turns in his chair, looking up at his friend. You stare at him, and he feels it, but he doesn't look at you.

"What?"

"Ward gave me the axe," Rafe explains.

Your eyes go wide, thinking about how Rafe had told you before he told Topper. You furrow your eyebrows as you stare at him, hoping to catch his glance. You want to know why he told you that, why he trusted you.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. If you need anything-"

"I'm good," Rafe stops him, moving forward in his seat once again.

Topper sets a hand on Rafe's back, patting him as if to comfort him. Rafe doesn't react or respond, just takes another sip of his drink.

"If you need a ride later, just give me a call. Y/N and I would be happy to come get you."

Your eyes flicker over to Topper, but he's too focused on his friend to be concerned. You look back over to Rafe when he laughs audibly.

"I'm sure she'd be thrilled to do that."

Topper elbows you in the stomach, trying to silently tell you to speak up. You cough awkwardly, then sigh, then elbow Topper back. Rafe's looking forward now, so you can only see his side profile. He's clenching his jaw, which draws your attention for longer than it should.

"It's fine," you speak up, your voice weak, "If you need a ride, we'll get you."

You watch as his jaw unclenches at your words, and his eyes flicker down to the glass he had set down on the bar. He licks his lips, then sits up straight and turns back to Topper. No glance to you, not even a little one.

"Hey, thanks, man. I'll be fine, though. Appreciate the concern," Rafe holds his hand out for Topper to shake once again, his way of telling Topper that you two can go now.

"All right," Topper nods, meeting Rafe's handshake, "If anything changes, give me a call. Let's play a round next weekend, yeah?"

"For sure. I'll make us a tee time later today," Rafe agrees.

Topper releases his hand and pats Rafe on the back again. Rafe turns back in his chair, keeping his eyes on the floor so he doesn't risk accidentally looking at you. You feel Topper turn to you, ready for you to lead him out of the Club.

"Bye, Rafe," you say gently.

He doesn't react. He pretends as if he doesn't hear you. You glance to Topper, watching him shrug. You take a deep breath and then turn away, feeling Topper once again set his hand on your arm so he doesn't lose you in the mass of people surrounding you. You don't look back at Rafe, even though you really want to. By the time you're out the door of the Club, you convince yourself he truly didn't hear you.

"So, are you finally out of the 'eating ice cream by the gallon' and 'watching The Notebook a million times over' phase?" Topper teases you.

You two had come to the beach for some peace, which gave you exactly that. You needed to be somewhere that wasn't your house, and when Topper suggested it, given the weather, it seemed perfect. The sun is tucked under clouds, and with the wind, you feel extremely content. He had a spare towel in his Jeep, which is what the two of you are currently sitting on.

"I have not watched The Notebook once, shut up," you laugh, shaking your head at him.

"I thought all girls did that," he defends.

"I'll let you in on a secret, Top," you say, sticking your spoon back into the ice cream Topper had bought for the two of you. It sits in between you, his spoon having gone untouched for a while now. You wonder if he bought it for you under the premise of sharing.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Girls don't like to be teased about The Notebook. It's actually a very classic film."

Topper lets out a loud laugh, "Yeah, okay."

"You've never even seen it!"

"No, I haven't," he agrees, "And I will never."

"Hm, I think I can change your mind," you smile.

He looks over at you now, watching the way the wind blows through your hair and how you pull your jacket tighter around your torso. You look down and pick up your spoon once more, taking another scoop of ice cream from the container.

"Y'know, I'm gonna say something, and if you ever repeat it to anyone, I'll deny it," he informs you.

"Okay."

"I missed seeing you smile."

Your head shoots over to him at his words, watching him break out into a grin. You do the same, letting your eyes fall from his after a second. He reaches down and swirls his spoon around, but doesn't take a bite.

"Yeah, I'd definitely deny it if I ever said something that cheesy," you tease him.

He laughs and shakes his head, "Shut up, would you."

You laugh once more, looking over at him with your smile as if to silently thank him. Of course, his words carry meaning with you. Sometimes, you feel as if Topper's the only person who really sees you, who attempts to understand who you are, not just what you've done.

"So," Topper starts again, shifting his position so he can pull something from his back pocket, "I forgot. We still need to figure out what to do with this."

He unfolds the picture of you and John B that you had handed him last night, watching as your smile falls completely. You reach over and gently take the photo from him, looking at the happy girl staring back at you. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You remember that moment, and you can physically feel your heart squeezing in your chest.

Topper reaches over and pulls the picture away, noting your expression. You let him take it, not bothering to put up a fight.

"Come on, now. Didn't mean to put a damper on things. Maybe I should hold onto it for a little while-"

"No," you shake your head, "Just toss it. The next trash can you see, just get rid of it."

"Y/N-"

"I mean it, Top. Just get rid of it."

"All right," he nods his head, tucking the picture back into his pocket.

You lay back on your elbows, sand threatening to flood the towel. You shift your weight so no more sand gets on you, the grainy feeling underneath your elbows making you uncomfortable.

"So, what did Sarah say to you after I walked away last night?"

Topper snorts, laying back and copying your stance. You glance over at him, noting the way his hair is messed up from him constantly running his fingers through it.

"Oh, the usual," he shrugs, "I am the equivalent of gum stuck to her shoe, I think. It's like nothing ever even happened between us."

You sigh, "I felt that way with John B last night. He wouldn't even look at me."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Topper says, his voice softer, "I know how that feels when it's fresh. It hurts like hell. Now, when I see Sarah, I just laugh. She's like - she's like a Venus flytrap. Always flaunting the new guy she's caught. She'll suck the soul right out of that poor sucker and then spit him out and move onto the next."

You know he's right, you'd seen Sarah do it a million times with guys all over the island. You remember how bad Topper had been when she left him. But, something about her next victim being John B makes the comparison to a Venus flytrap less funny to you.

"Yeah," you reply, barely above a whisper.

Silence falls over the two of you as you watch the ocean and think about John B. In his nice outfit at the Club last night, the way he had stayed dead silent when Sarah was disrespecting you. That wasn't him, that wasn't the John B you knew and loved. You suppose Sarah's already got her hooks in him, removing the parts of him you'd loved the most.

"So, Rafe kicked them out?" you question after a while, eyes trained on the ocean.

Topper chuckles, looking over at you, "I was wondering when you were gonna ask me about that."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing," he says quickly, "It's just - Rafe seemed different. He's never thought twice about Sarah being a bitch to anyone. I don't know, maybe I'm thinking into it too much."

"I'm still not following your point, Top," you sigh.

"I don't know if I even have a point."

"You always have a point."

"Fair," he snickers, "Nah, I mean, he just seemed really pissed off for a guy who had just arrived. It wasn't like he knew what Sarah had said. He wasn't even there."

"Again, not catching your point."

Topper sighs, "Point is, he was mad. And I was confused, because he wasn't there one second, and the next he's dragging Sarah out by her arm and telling John B to get lost."

You steal a glance at him, swallowing before you speak, "What else did he say to them?"

Topper thinks for a moment, trying his best to remember. He recalls standing over the table, trying to read your shitty, scribbled writing of John B's order, when Rafe was suddenly looming over him with a clenched jaw.

"He didn't really say much. It was like, he looked at Sarah and she knew her fun time was over. He literally grabbed her arm and forced her up from the table, called John B a prick and told him to go back to the Cut, then escorted Sarah from the deck. He didn't want to make a huge scene, obviously, because any one of those people could've told Ward. But, I swear. If looks could kill, we'd be at a Cameron funeral right now."

You take a deep breath and look out at the ocean again, trying to picture it all going down. You're almost sorry you missed it. You would've loved to see the look on Sarah's face as she gets dragged from the Club.

"That's weird," you say, finally, "I'm not sure why he cared so much."

"Me neither," Topper shrugs, "He's probably just fed up with her games. Just like the rest of us."

You bite back your next question, hesitant if you should ask it or not. The way Rafe had ignored you at the Club is still sitting in the back of your mind; you'd been unable to let it go. You swallow, deciding that it's Topper you're asking.

"Did you notice how he didn't say one word to me at the Club?" you question, staring down at the melting ice cream now.

"Yeah. But, that's normal for you guys, right? I mean, I know you aren't his number one fan, or whatever."

You nod slowly, thinking about how he's right. You suppose you'd just gotten used to the way Rafe had talked to you at dinner the other night and then last night at the Club, and going back to nothing after that just took you by surprise.

"We should probably get going," Topper changes the subject, eyes flicking down to his watch.

You nod and stand up, collecting the ice cream bowl while Topper picks up the towel. You two start walking up the beach as your head spins from all the words Topper had said to you.

"Don't forget to throw that picture away."

"I won't."

College night comes and goes. Your mom had pushed you so hard to go, but you remained strong in your stance. You had camped out in your room that night, eating out of your snack drawer instead of going downstairs for dinner because you knew she'd make some smart comment. By the time Thursday night rolls around again, you wish you had a pass out of the weekly Cameron dinner.

You return to your normal outfit at your mother's insistence, a dress and light makeup. She'd given you a pass the past two weeks because of your breakup, but she didn't want the Camerons to think it would be a regular thing. It almost seems as if she cares more about what the Camerons think of her than what you do.

"You look beautiful," she tells you when you descend down the stairs.

You just give her a quick smile, then busy yourself by setting the table. When the doorbell rings, you make no move toward the door. You just inhale and adjust the napkin at your seat for the fourth time, trying to make yourself look busy.

"Look who decided to join the land of the living," your brother, Scott, mutters to you as he passes through the dining room to the foyer.

You roll your eyes, watching your mother shamelessly rush to join your father and your brother at the door. Silently, she waves her hand at you to come over and join them, but you pretend you don't see her.

You listen as they all greet the Camerons with their high pitched voices and hugs, making you want to throw up. You inch toward the foyer, smiling widely at Wheezie when she walks in. She sees you and smiles, rushing toward you.

"You look pretty," she complements you with a hug.

"Thanks, Wheeze. You, too. Love this purple," you smile, pointing down to her beautiful sundress.

"Thank you," she grins.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him walk in. You look up before you can help it, watching as he gives your mom a wide smile and a hug. Sarah stands next to your father, no doubt charming him into loving her.

You're surprised when Rafe's eyes move to yours, as he had not given you the time of day at the Club last week. You watch as his eyes quickly skim over your body, taking in the dress you're wearing as best he could in one second. He swallows visibly, then brings his blue eyes back up to yours. He stares at you for a few seconds, then moves his glance back to your mother, who's been blabbing to him for minutes.

Eventually, your mom leads everyone into the dining room to sit. You're already seated when Rafe slides into his usual spot, not saying a word or looking over at you. You had never noticed the silence between the two of you until now; it almost feels deafening. Your brother sits down beside you, too, not looking at you. You know he's frustrated with the way you'd been acting the past two weeks, so you try to give him a grace period.

Dinner is served right then, Rafe passing the dish full of chicken to you without a word or a look. You're paying attention today, which both of you are grateful for. You steal glances at him for a while, wondering if he'll ever break the silence.

"Rafe, have you signed any new clients?" your father asks, sending you out of your trance.

You realize you've been staring at Rafe for a while, but with a quick glance around the table, you know nobody saw. You notice Sarah smiling in her lap and you instantly know she's on her phone. You roll your eyes, sure it's John B on the other end.

"Um, no, sir," Rafe speaks after he clears his throat.

You watch as your dad sends a look to Ward, as if he doesn't understand. You're not sure why Ward doesn't just tell the truth, but you're sure you already know the answer.

"Rafe's been taking a hiatus from work," Ward explains, "He has some things to figure out."

Rafe snorts beside you, earning yet another glance from you. You watch as this week, it's his turn to push his food around on the plate.

"You have a bright future, Rafe," your father encourages.

Rafe drops his fork onto his plate, the loud clatter earning the attention of everyone at the table. Even Sarah. He smiles smugly at your father, sending a look to Ward before he speaks again.

"Thank you, sir."

Everyone returns to normal, your mom and Rose breaking off into conversation, Sarah returning to her phone, and Scott trying his best to get involved with the business discussions of Ward and your father.

You look to Rafe again, noting the way his jaw is set and how his hands are folded together with his chin resting on top of them. You open your mouth to speak, but it gets drowned out by your mother.

"Sarah, did you go to college night?"

You sigh and throw your head back against your chair. Rafe tenses beside you, but he doesn't move his head or speak.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Did you enjoy yourself? Any schools jump out at you?"

Sarah glances at you and smirks, making your blood boil. You know that she knows you didn't go, so she's going to have fun with this one.

"Oh, yes. There were so many great schools. I particularly liked UGA and UNC. But, who knows. I'm just really glad I went. Helped me to narrow down my list of choices."

You clench your jaw and inhale sharply, fingers tightening their grip around your fork. You listen to your mother sigh, then sit back in her chair.

"I told Y/N she should go. She just didn't listen."

She sends a glance your way, but you don't meet it. You stare down at your plate, the food no longer looking appetizing. Silence falls over your end of the table, Sarah proud of herself.

"This chicken is delicious," Rafe speaks up, earning your attention.

"Thank you, Rafe," your mom smiles, "It's an old recipe."

"You'll have to give it to Rose," he nods.

You look over to him, wondering if he was trying to save you or if he was just being friendly. Your suspicions are confirmed when he finally steals a glance at you, only for half a second, to make sure you're okay. When your eyes meet his, you're sure it was intentional.

The glance is the extent of your conversation with Rafe through dinner. Once everyone retires into the living room for a glass of wine, you step out onto the back patio. The lights from the pool are the only thing that light up the space, but you don't mind. You step over to it and stick your feet in, aimlessly splashing the water around.

You're not surprised when you hear the back door open, forcing you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you're sure it's Rafe without having to think twice. You listen to his footsteps as they approach you, exhaling when he sits down beside you.

He sinks his feet down in the water, his thigh brushing yours slightly as he gets his bearings. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, surprised when he holds a wine glass out to you in his right hand. He doesn't speak, doesn't look over, just holds it out in front of you. You reach out and take it, silently taking note of how he doesn't yank his hand away when your fingers brush.

"Thanks," you say sheepishly, bringing the glass up to your lips.

He hums in response, sipping from his own glass.

"How's your hiatus going?" you attempt.

His face doesn't change, "Don't wanna talk about it."

You exhale and nod slightly, glancing down at the wine glass in your hand. His has more in it than yours does, but you're sure that's only because his tolerance is so high. You move your legs around, splashing the water.

"Stop," Rafe snaps, but his voice sounds half-hearted, "You're splashing me."

You take another sip of wine before you speak, "So, you're really back to hating me, huh? Say what you will about Rafe Cameron, but he obviously doesn't go back on his word."

You recall last week in your kitchen, when he told you he'd be back to giving you a hard time the following week.

"What the hell does that mean?" he questions, turning his head to look at you.

"Nothing."

Your voice sounds annoyed and frustrated, which causes Rafe to let out a heavy sigh. He takes a long gulp of his wine, then laughs to himself and shakes his head.

"So, you're mad when I'm nice to you, and you're mad when I'm mean to you. What am I supposed to do here?"

"I didn't say I was mad," you counter.

"Well, you're clearly not happy."

"Yeah," you nod, "Because you're being a dick."

"That's what you wanted, remember?" he raises his voice at you now, regretting it when he sees you flinch.

You don't speak right away, you let the silence linger. Rafe runs a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration.

"So, that's why you completely ignored me at the Club with Topper," you figure out.

Of course he had heard you say goodbye to him. You feel like a fool for ever believing that Rafe Cameron wouldn't be paying attention.

"Yep," he replies, popping the 'p'. It pops louder than usual because of the wine covering his lips.

"I wasn't a big fan of that, just so you know."

You voice is lighter, as you're trying to ease some of the tension. You can tell you're successful when you watch Rafe make every attempt in the world to suppress the smile threatening the ends of his lips.

"The princess has spoken," he replies, taking another drink from his glass. Even though he started off with almost double what he gave you, your glasses are just about even.

You smile, shaking your head. Swirling the wine around in your glass, you think about what you want to say next.

"Maybe I was wrong," you decide to say, watching his head snap over to you.

"What do you mean?"

"I-"

The back door opens forcefully, Sarah's high-pitched voice ringing through your quiet moment.

"Rafe! Dad says five minutes. Might wanna sneak those wine glasses back inside before someone notices."

She's teasing you both and you know it, but thankfully, she just closes the back door once more. Rafe exhales and then downs about half of his wine in one sip.

"Please, continue," he encourages, voice broken up from the bitter taste of the alcohol burning his tongue.

"I don't remember what I was saying," your face flushes. Rafe shakes his head immediately.

"Yes, you do."

His voice is matter-of-fact. As if he doesn't buy into your excuse for one second. You're thankful it's dark outside so he can't see you pink cheeks.

"Um," you hesitate, taking another gulp of wine for encouragement, "Maybe, I don't know. We could just try and be friends, or something."

"Or something?" he raises his eyebrow, gaze fully settled on you now. He almost looks amused at how uncomfortable you are.

"Rafe," you whine, "I'm being serious."

"Here I was thinking I was being punked," he jokes, smirking.

You roll your eyes, pulling your legs from the water, "Oh, forget it."

"No," he grabs ahold of your arm before you can rise, watching as you immediately settle back into your spot, "Come on. I'm just messing with you. Or, can I not do that anymore, either? You're gonna have to write me a rulebook."

"I will."

"I know," he snorts. You notice how he still hasn't unwrapped his fingers from around your forearm, even though there's no threat of you leaving anymore, "I, uh, wouldn't mind it. Trying to be friends, I mean."

You smile before you can help it, feeling as his fingers slowly unwrap themselves from your arm. He brushes the pads of his fingers against your skin as he pulls his hand away, making you shiver. He grins, too, but he moves his head so he's looking at the water instead of you.

"Okay," you reply, biting your lip.

"Top talks about you enough. There's gotta be something good about you, I guess."

You roll your eyes, "Maybe just a couple things."

He laughs, finishing off his wine. You watch as he drains the glass, then take a long sip from yours as well. You finish your own glass with one last gulp, swallowing roughly as the wine goes down your throat.

The back door is thrown open again, and you hear Rafe groan quietly.

"Rafe," Sarah grunts, annoyance heavy in her voice.

"I'll be right there," he replies to her.

"Now," she hisses, "Dad says-"

"I'll be right there, Sarah," he raises his voice, turning around to look at her so she knows he's serious.

"John B says hi, Y/N," Sarah remarks before she slams the back door shut again.

You roll your eyes, wishing you had more wine to swallow as your mind falls right back to your ex-boyfriend again.

"Sorry," Rafe mumbles.

"You should go," you say quietly, "I'll take care of the wine glasses."

"Be careful. Your dad would kick my ass if he found out I gave you a drink," he smirks, winking at you when you look up to meet his eyes.

He drags his legs out of the pool and then stands, watching you do the same. You adjust your dress once you stand, smoothing it out.

"You look good," he blurts out, mouth parting slightly when he realizes he said that out loud.

You laugh when he looks down at the ground, then scratches the back of his neck as he tries to figure out a way to recover. When he meets your eyes again, you smile softly at him as if to thank him.

"Goodnight, Rafe."

He returns your small smile, giving you one back. You bite the inside of your cheek as he hands over his empty wine glass, never taking his eyes off of yours. You take the glass from him, swallowing when he takes a step forward.

"Goodnight," he whispers. You can feel his breath slightly on your cheek, giving you chills.

And as you lie in your bed later, replaying the entire night in your head, you realize it's the first night in about three weeks that you haven't cried, that you haven't sobbed and begged and wanted John B. It's the first night that you feel hopeful; happy even.

But you just can't quite put your finger on why.

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Ok so like hear me out Fundy biting the reader for no reason like yk how some people bite others theyre close to just because idk i just think its cute when they suddenly go ᶜʰᵒᵐᵖ on someones neck or shoulder or something and its not even sexual and yk Fundys a fox so hed probably have lil fangs and omg im down bad

Regarding the recent news, should I keep writing C!Techno as a romantic interest? I don't want to be disrespectful, but Techno content is basically what this blog runs on at this point and I have so many drafts for him, and I also just want to keep his memory alive as much as possible. I definitely won't be writing any smut for him even though all I write is the character but I'm not sure if I should keep on with romance stuff. Please let me know what you guys think.

May the madlad rest in peace.

I wrote the majority of this quite a while ago but only just recently felt the motivation to occupy my mind and start writing again. This was originally going to include a bit of nsfw but it felt weird including that with the stuff listed above. I might make another part with the nsfw if this gets enough love. Enjoy :]

Fundy Bites His S/O

-Ok so I did some research and apparently foxes don't actually have fangs???? It's actually just their canine teeth that get mistaken for fangs a lot??? -But they still have sharp teeth so I'm gonna say that Fundy has fang-like teeth in the area of fangs boom problem solved

-He's probably insecure about his teeth, specifically his fangs -I imagine he does that cute thing where he covers his mouth with his hand when he smiles or laughs -So being able to see his teeth in general shows just how comfortable he is with you -Imagine the comfort level he's at when he willingly gives you a love bite

-Oneshot-

It's never a surprise when Fundy comes home tired and ready to pass out in your arms. Whether it be a run-in with his father, people overworking him, him overworking himself, or just being tired, you had grown to be ready to cuddle him soon as he got home. Even if he wasn't super tired, it's nice to cuddle with your lover so he never complains too much.

Today was one of the bad days for Fundy. Soon as he walked into the house you could tell. Ears down, tail practically tucked between his legs, eyes watery and ready to spill at any moment.

As much as you loved cuddling with him, you always hoped he'd come in lively and excited. You could handle going without cuddles if it meant he was happy, but the poor boy was anything but that at the moment and was in dire need of comfort.

You speed walked over to him as quickly as possible, gently putting a hand on his back and guiding him to your shared bedroom. You pulled a blanket aside just enough to fit the two of you and gently bring him to a laying position facing you and you wrap your arms around him.

You run a hand through his hair, "Do you want to talk about it baby?"

He lets out a soft whimper but nods his head nonetheless.

"Work?" He shakes his head. "A person in specific?" He hums. "Schlatt?" "no..." "Tubbo? Tommy?"

"Wilbur?" He whimpers again, the indication that you needed.

It was always awful when he bumped into Wilbur in one of his moods. Your words didn't have as much of an affect as Wilbur's words did no matter how much more true they were. All you could to was repeat constant validations and play with his hair until he fell asleep and he woke up in a better mindset.

He nuzzled into your neck, sighing in content as his tears seemed to calm down for the moment.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to watch a movie? I can help out with work if you w- Ow!" Fundy immediately recoiled as soon as the exclamation left you mouth, "Sorry!" The guilty look on his flushed face wasn't one you could possibly be upset at though.

You chuckled, "If you wanted me to shut up you could have just asked, but I'm not complaining. It didn't hurt, it was just surprising" You pull him back against your body and his ears perk up a bit. He bites down onto your shoulder again. Surprisingly there was very little pain as he tried to not break skin.

"You're so cute Fundy, you really deserve the world." You sigh out as you continue playing with his hair, his tail starting to wag softly.

He probably was too nervous until that day to bite you because from that day on, no matter his mood, he always tried to sneak up on you and bite your shoulder. In fact, catching you off guard usually brightened his mood so you couldn't be mad about it.

And every morning if he was awake before he thought you were awake he would bite your shoulder in an attempt to gently wake you up.

God you hated his father for what he's done, but man did he contribute into an amazing part of your relationship.

[taeilskitty]

Hey there! I saw that you open for a request so here's what I thought : what kind of sound did nct make when having sex? Are they more into whimpers, groans, or maybe dirty talk? Thank you so much for answering my question and hope you have a good day!

i was BORN to answer this omg. lemme tell you, i have thought about this so SO much!! (i'm leaving chenji out of this bc i don't know how people feel about that yet)

anyways, i hope u enjoy and i hope this matches what you had in mind <3

taeil

oh fuck. taeil is most certainly a groaner. i think (and trust me, i've thought a lot) he must make these gorgeous low moans like right in the back of his throat if that makes sense - have you ever heard his bubble voice messages? oh my god, they're so fucking hot. his raspy voice in the middle of the night is just to die for. that makes me CONVINCED that he dirty talks super up close. even thinking about it makes me shiver :(( he's the king of praise, i just know it. i think he degrades too, but his favourite is when he mixes both together - "you look so pathetic there baby, how cute." "daddy loves his pretty slut so much." "god you're so fucking good for me, my cockslut~" taeil also asks things, i think that suits him so much. "yeah? you like that?" "is daddy's cock too big baby? shh, i'll be done soon..."

taeyong

whiner. whiner. undoubtedly. this boy has the sweetest, prettiest little moans... he gets all high pitched when he's close and oh god when he sinks into subspace he just mewls and his voice gets so weak </3 little "yes" and "a-ah thank you"s slip out because he such a good kitten. he's so precious... and if he gets asked to speak while he's getting fucked he just squeaks out an answer. "m.. love it... ah..." n he will never fail to say his please and thank yous - he's so well mannered even when hes getting used !!!

johnny

this is just. oh my. i think he's silent for the most part. heavy breathing and quiet grunts and groans until he's close. THAT'S when he starts moaning, all sorts of things slipping out. "god you're so good" "i love this hole so much" ahh??! i think he talks down too. fuck !!! daddy!johnny is so patronising, and not just outside of the bedroom. kinda like taeil, he asks things, but he makes u feel so dumb and cock drunk :( AH AND he like... coos when you feel all dazed from his cock... "awh~ is that good? you like that don't you sweetheart? yeah, i know."

yuta

i have this vision of yuta just SLAMMING from behind with his face right up in your ear, telling you all sorts of dirty things lowly with just the hottest voice ever. he's very vocal about what he wants, and he loves cumming inside... so expect him to talk about that. oh, he is so fucking possessive too. "hmm. mine. this is mine. you're mine." he probably bites your ear/neck when he says it... the grunts that come out when he slams are enough to send anyone reeling, but i bet he tells you "fuck. gonna. gonna cum in my fuckdoll--" n his voice just trails off as he fills you up and sighs<33

kun

now kun is !! an interesting one !! ... i envision him as a pretty hard dom, so i don't think he's any stranger to degrading. that being said, i think he's more talkative when he's giving punishments (e.g. spanking over his thigh... heaven<33) rather than when he's fucking. i think he moans lowly, semi-quietly but as he gets more and more pent up he gets louder. (i think this is the case for most of the nct doms but oh well) he'll praise how good you make him feel - assuming you've been behaved enough - but that doesn't stop him from cursing under his breath at every chance he gets ,,..

doyoung

definitely has pretty moans !! he probably does whine, but i mean that in a dom way - if that makes sense? higher pitched moans but not pathetic, in fact it's probably paired with him whispering "fuck yes, good [insert ur fave petname here]". i think he's the type to kiss you a lot during sex and like... moan into your mouth; any space not taken up by the sound of moans will for sure be filled with the sound of his panting and his tongue dancing with yours.

ten

another semi-whiner. i always saw him as a dom but i'm sliiightly succumbing to the idea that he may be a switch... which is why i think there's so much BEAUTY in his moans?? ten makes really pretty, breathy whines and moans i'm sure, i don't particularly think he talks a crazy amount but rather short instructions. (yes i'm going back to dom!ten) "turn around." "get on your knees" "quiet." AH !! he always lets you know what he needs - however, sub!ten will just whine and squirm till you make him cum because he is most definitely a slut who takes anything:(

jaehyun

first of all, this man wrecks me to the fucking core, and i could talk about this for... a while. but his moans are definitely like, raspy high-pitched type. think about his vocals. esp in try again... i bet you they sound like THAT. i'm sure he talks a bit too, tbh he probably says rather textbook dirty things but it sounds so fucking hot when it's him. "yeah take it, take my cock" "fuck yes just like that", he loves how you whine when he moans right up next to you btw - it just makes him do it even more. oh, and bonus - he will never call you ANYTHING without prefixing it with my or daddy's. daddy's girl, daddy's boy, daddy's pet, my dirty slut... ahh<3

winwin

it's almost contrasting to jaehyun but sicheng's voice is so low. i can't explain this in any way other than that he's kitty, but his moans are so... puppy? and when he's fucked, he makes himself sound so dumb too. he's constantly slurring his words and biting his lip because he's trying to keep quiet but anyone who walks by the room will hear "mm.. m!!" because he just can't help himself :( when he's close he probably squeaks like taeyong and cums all over the place GOD i want him

jungwoo

oh god there's no doubt that jungwoo talks SO much during sex. he probably loses his fucking mind with how good he feels. he's such a good boy but sometimes you just need him to shut up - but he can't. he squeaks out a little moan when you push into him, or when you start touching his cock, but withn minutes he's babbling non-stop; "oh god oh god mommy/daddy i love it so much, a-ah like that, please~"

lucas

my brain used to be convinced that xuxi was a dom, but i'm now sure he's a switch. either way, his moans are pretty much the same. they're very heavy and... i guess manly is the best way to put it. in my head i can literally picture him being like "ughhh..." when you start fucking because he just feels like he's wanted to fuck you so desperately - yes, even if you fucked hours before. it's always so breathy and moany and i think he sounds like a bit of a fuckboy tbh... "fuck yeah" as he slides his cock into you? THANKS

mark

loud baby loud baby LOUD BABY:((( no matter how much you cover that pretty mouth of his he will be so LOUD!! he can't stop talking and whining and panting, kinda like jungwoo but honestly... more. he swears a lot too. he tries not to but he just can't help himself :( "aw shit... god shit!!!" under his breath UGHHFDGGDFDD SO FUCKING CUTE IM GONNA SCREAM !!! he's very polite though, so he always says sorry every single time :( he babbles like hell when he cums, he can't stop himself, again like jungwoo. "i'm gonna cum i'mgonnacumi- i'm -- ah fuck, shit--!!"

xiaojun

two words. action figure. everyone knew that was coming, HA - i'm sorry but THAT verse means we all know how he sounds. i think he tries his best to talk normally while you edge him but his little voice keeps on wavering and cracking and just... he can't help but sound all pretty and pathetic :( but surely dejun has some (very frequent) moments where he can't keep his front anymore and just whines like a whore because it feels so good<3

hendery

the things i'd let this man do to me:))) i think at first he'd actually try and hide his moans because he feels like that's what he's supposed to do, but no. for me personally, i know i would NOT LET THAT HAPPEN !! he probably sucks the air in through his teeth in an attempt to hide it - it's very fucking sexy when he does that, granted - but he can't keep doing that for long. i think he hums and laughs when he can't keep it in any longer because he almost feels some kinda defeat but then he just moans semi-loudly and lets out a "good girl/boy/baby... let me fuck you, huh?"

renjun

renjun scares the fuck out of me. why? because his moans are fairly quiet. he's master and it S H O W S. he grunts quietly, maybe muttering things under his breath like "so fucking tight" "mmh there you go..." to fill some silence but he does it subconsciously; he goes so far into domspace sometimes that he just can't control himself. when he's close he talks through his teeth and he's like "i'm. i'm gonna cum baby..."and the more you whine on his cock the more he just laughs at you because he's a sadist hhhhhhhhhhh.........

jeno

most definitely a fun one... you see when he's sub, he pants and whines and drools all over himself like a big dumb puppy boy and he just breathes so heavy n his moans are all shaky... if he's a brat he will try and talk big but he can't take it, he just gets so pathetic and !!! but dom jeno is fucking TERRIFYING because he talks down and tries his best to intimidate you. he chuckles and degrades you, but one of his faves is when he can big himself up under his breath. "look at you now. you love this fucking cock."

haechan

this isn't good for my mental health :) i fucking cannot TAKE this brat :) AHA! hyuckie is honestly such a whore, he's bratty and rude and always talks back at you like he's the king of the fucking world. he's constantly laughing at you and trying so hard to make you feel like you're not worthy but he feels so good he just gets fucked dumb by you :( he is SO loud too. he wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore he is and he makes sure he puts on his prettiest pornstar moans. he whines like his life depends on it. on the off chance that he's being a good boy, he begs and cries and whimpers when he finally cums - and i mean CRIES. sobs. he'll be heaving by the time you're done with him, but god he fucking loves it.

jaemin

fuck... fuck okay... well firstly he loves to talk. we all know how much he praises and how he's constantly showing his love off... that doesn't stop at fanservice, nope. he will fuck you like a ragdoll and keep calm and composed as ever, talking down to you as if you're in his lap for a soft cuddle. "baby loves nana so much hm~?" "oh you really love that don't you?" "you know you're so pretty. nana wants to cum in you so bad~" yes, he calls himself nana because he's a cocky fuck and loves how it sounds. especially when you're moaning it for him.

yangyang

i'm kinda in 2 minds about this... on the one hand, he's kinda like hyuckie in that he whines a LOT. but he can actually keep his composure - he's a breathy whiner, he's not quite as loud and he most certainy doesn't crumble as easily. (that's not to say that he can't, he most definitely can.) on the other hand i think when he's in a more neutral headspace rather than subby, he talks to you like a total fuckboy. not in a mean way but he's just like "hah. i know you love me fucking you like this." he gets so cocky and he sucks hickeys into your neck and hums quietly<3

shotaro

he's such a shy baby :( he wants to moan so much but he probably gets all self conscious and tries to hide it... so you gotta make him feel safe :( when he does he whimpers and it's so pretty and pathetic. the way he wells up with tears and hitches his breath is. adorable. he whispers "thank you... ah..." every time he feels that good and by the time he cums it's just falling from him like a waterfall :( the more comfortable he feels, though, the sluttier he can get... he will always be a good boy but i think he lets his whore side come out every once in a while <3

sungchan

last but most certainly not least, yet ANOTHER boy who pains me to the core. i think sungchan whimpers too. THERE I SAID IT. his cock is too big for his own good so he just... needs you to do SOMETHING to him :( he always sighs at first, maybe hissing just a little but then he gets to a point where he's quietly whimpering because he just needs to cum so fucking bad <//3 "need it... p-please..." he's always nervous to use titles but if he wants to cum he has no choice :( when his dom asks please who? he blushes bright red n mumbles a little "please mommy/daddy... 'm so good..." and god yes he is he deserves it so much ugh<33333333333333

[give-soup-please]

HEYYYYYY i was wondering.. Could you perhaps write enemies to lovers headcannons with the narrator??

And the day he falls in love with them and decides he wants to get to know them instead of just throwing insults at one another goes somewhere like this :

one day when he decides that he wants to bother the reader, he finds the them doing stuff they love. Maybe he catches them drawing him?

Sorry this is kinda bad since im uncreative and I just really wanted to see an enemies to lovers with the narrator 💀

Enemies to lovers with the narrator and artist reader

You and the narrator do not get along. You think he’s a pompous jerk, and he thinks you’re a nitwit.

“Of course you don’t understand the revelatory themes of my story. How could you? It’s such a shame you don’t have an appreciation for true art.”

“Oh, shut up.” You say, huffing. He didn’t know anything about you at all if that’s what he thought.

Despite the antagonism between the two of you, you routinely keep each other company. It’s not like either of you have anyone else to hang out with. 

The narrator will charge in with a freshly written script, saying, “Behold! My greatest work yet. A shame there’s no one I can share it with who will understand its true depth.”

You’ll turn around and bother him when he’s editing. “Narrator, you’re crafting it all wrong. Don’t you know anything about flow or consistency? Yeesh. No wonder your game has so many negative reviews.”

It’s all very catty. The amount of actual hatred is up to interpretation. 

One day, the narrator is finished polishing his latest chapter. It’s new, it’s revolutionary, it will change the whole genre as the world knows it! (it probably won’t.) He immediately goes to see you, to rub his success in your face.

You aren’t around. But there’s a weird looking book on your desk. The narrator is not above snooping, not if it will give him fuel to mock you with later. He flips it open, expecting embarrassing journal entries-

It’s him. A version of himself is staring up at him through the pages. It’s a sketchbook, he realizes. He can’t wait to tease you about this. But as he flips through the pages, something in him starts to soften. Page after page has been dedicated to him. 

Your artwork is so dynamic. The linework is incredible. He sits in your chair, trying to understand where your head is at. Why on earth were you drawing him? The two of you never got along.

The shapes, the colors, the backgrounds… You’re quite talented. He keeps flipping through, until he gets to the last page you’ve drawn on. It’s him in the freedom ending, arms outstretched to the world. It looks like he’s about to receive everything he wanted. Maybe you understood what he valued after all?

He doesn’t know what to do with this information. It all feels so at odds with the current dynamic the two of you share, that he just sits there, frozen and staring at it. 

He hears you clear your throat. He turns to see you standing behind him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so angry. You snatch the sketchbook out of his hands, and push him out the house. He tries to explain himself, but you’re in no mood to listen. 

You slam the door with fury. He wasn’t supposed to see that. That art was for you and you alone. 

The truth was, you weren’t entirely sure why you were drawing the narrator either. He was fun to draw, as much of a windbag as he could be. His expressions were fun to try and put down to paper. The way his body moved when he got on one of his rants provided an interesting challenge. 

You felt sick that he had seen stuff that was so private. 

The narrator tries to slink back into your life multiple times, but your barriers remain fully up. You’re done hanging around him. He crossed a line.

He grows increasingly desperate. Something’s happening to him that he can’t explain. He wants to pose for you, and listen to you talk about your creations. You’ve focused so much energy on capturing his essence, and the curiosity as to why is driving him mad. 

At some point, your loneliness overtakes your anger at him. A few weeks of not torturing each other is actually kind of boring. 

By the time you’re willing to accept his company again, both your hearts have softened towards each other so much that you’re actually happy to see each other again.

You hesitantly agree to let the narrator pose for you, and that’s when sparks start to fly. The two of you start chatting regularly. The snark is still there, but it’s less sharp at the edges. 

You continue to create art of him, and he’s proud because you make him look good. The two of you silently agree to not discuss what was found inside your sketchbook. It’s still a sore spot for both of you.

The narrator sees your artistic side, and feels ridiculous for saying that you didn’t understand art.

You see the narrator’s more charming and earnest side, and while he is a bit of a blatherer, you can see that he means well. 

The two of you create a decent foundation for a romantic relationship without even realizing it.

How the confession will be is up to you.                   

[kiss4kazuha]

hello may I ask for bookworm s/o hcs with crew boys, like they have a personal library and talk about fictional characters and stuff, (maybe simping for some of them)

I like ur writing btw :))

hihi!! tysm:) sorry its late!! im hella tired from our dance concert:( i hope you enjoy!

— CREW BOYS WITH BOOKWORM S/O! 🐉

pairings: crewboys x gn!reader

warnings: fluff

— DREAM

•he’s definitely the one to watch you in awe as you read in your little book corner

•ALSO he’d probably read with you, like sit next to you or with his head on your chest while you both read, just enjoying each others company:)

•LMFAO would get jealous as soon as you mention a boy character from a book:

“atlas is sooo fine god”

“shut the fuck up y/n, im right here”

•if he needed anything from you, he would know that you’re probably in your little reading corner

•would be surprised to see how many books you have in your mini library, bc to him it doesn’t look much

•would be annoyed if you told him to read one of the books that you recommended to him for when he was bored,,BUT he would definitely read it when you’re not looking

•he’s GOING TO 100% buy you new books randomly:

“baby i think this is your package?”

“no, its yours, i ordered you it:)”

•so expect random packages showing up at your door that you didnt know about!

•bonus: if you talk about a certain character, that has such a good character development, or what ever reason you like them for, he will listen to you about it cus he finds it cute.

— GEORGENOTFOUND

•he wouldn’t realise you had a mini library until he came looking for you one day and found you cuddled up in your mini corner with plants and bookshelfs of books with you

•wouldn’t disturb you during this time, so its be quiet and you both would just want to do your own things during this time

•if he’s missing your company, he’d move one of his chairs next to your mini couch and sit there either on his phone while he holds your hand, or just staring at you, or doing his work with you/pos:(

•WOULD 100% question what you find so interesting about books and why you read them:

“why are you reading that shit?”

“bc its entertainment george.”

•overall he’d be very understanding about you mini library and how important it is to you

•bonus: he wouldn’t let quackity NEAR your corner bc he knows how much you love and cherish it, plus it took you a long time to make!!!

— SAPNAP

•100% trash up your corner

•but its only bc he wants to see whats the hype about and what’s gotten his lover so hooked-up

•you would invite him to sit with you, but he would say no cus its lame

•he’d eventually sit with you there tho cus he loves you so much

•100% get the most jealous anytime u mention another guy from book and that you simp for them? yup you’re never going back to that corner ever again

•is also the type to drop anything he’s doing to help with your mini library; need help putting up some fake plants? hes helping you, need another bookshelf? he already ordered one for you.

•i feel like even tho he gets angry that you’re always busy or away in your reading corner, he will still buy you more books if thats what makes you happy:(

— KARL JACOBS

•he’d be so cute about it:(

•definitely help you decorate your little corner to your desire!

•also would love to lie in between your legs while you read and play with his hair while hes on his phone

•would get sad if he found out you’re simping for a fictional character from the book

“hes just so- god hes hot”

“are you saying im not hot?”

•would love to go book shopping with you for certain books you’re looking for

•would try to read one, but then not like it and stick rather to his manga

— QUACKITY

•definitely find it cool that you like reading

•would also try to read one of your books and wouldn’t like it

•i feel like he’s more into books with life lessons and that stuff

•you’d fill your library with both your books and he’s, so that you two can sit together and read:(

•he’d try to make you laugh while you’re reading so that you can pay attention to him instead of the book

“does that say come-dies?”

“love no-“

•you guys would be cute tho, he’d mention on stream multiple times how his s/o like reading and is literally reading 24/7

•and they’d love it, asking which books you recommended and which ones you’re currently reading, ect

•and he’d mentally awe at how good you and chat get along

[jaylaxies]

I’ve had this thought ever since Sunghoon became one of my biases (which was probably about two months ago) and I need to get it out of my system before I go into cardiac arrest

(for context, I’m only seven days older than Hoon) But imagine Sunghoon fucking you into oblivion because you said he probably couldn’t please you properly because he’s younger than you

Like Y/N and Sunghoon have been best friends since middle school and they’ve gone through a lot together which makes them hella comfortable with each other but Sunghoon has feelings for her that he hasn’t fully processed yet. So one night during their weekly movie night, they put on Fifty Shades and Y/N starts talking about how she would love if Christian Grey would make her his fuck buddy (or something) and Sunghoon gets a little jealous (but he doesn’t know why) and mumbles “I’d fuck you better than he can” and Y/N hears this and says “I don’t think so.” Sunghoon than questions her with “why do you think so” and she responds with “I don’t THINK so, I KNOW so plus you’re younger than me.” And poor little Sunghoon gets confused so he asks her “what does age have to do with this ? … you’re only seven days older than me you know.” Y/N smiles towards him and says “you probably haven’t even seen what a pussy looks like in real life, better yet have had sex. You wouldn’t know what to do or how to please me.” Sunghoon gets frustrated and stays silent just collecting his thoughts while Y/N goes on a little ramble about how Christian Grey could fuck her way much better than Hoon ever could. Sunghoon gets even more frustrated than before and pushes her into a laying position onto the couch and gets on top of her and proceeds to kiss her to shut her up. Y/N kisses him back and threads her hands into his hair and gently pulls at it which causes Sunghoon to groan and Y/N to push her tongue into his mouth. He starts grinding his growing boner onto her thigh and Y/N starts to get all worked up. He kisses down her neck and starts leaving hickeys while also trailing his hand down her body to her princess parts and rubs her clit through her spandex. He goes back to kiss her lips and runs his hand under her shorts and panties and starts to rub her wet folds. “I can’t please you ? Than why are you so wet darling ?” He’d whisper after pulling away from her lips. Y/N gulps and just looks up at him with desire and says “must be from me thinking of Christian” which sets Sunghoon off. He pulls her panties and shorts down her legs and throws them over the couch. He grabs at her waist and rolls her onto her stomach while fitting her ass into the airs and spanks her.

I’d love your thoughts on this or something. I’ve never gotten past this part when I’m daydreaming about it. I love your work sm, I was wondering if I could be 🕊 anon if it isn’t taken please. I hope you’re doing good and are happy and healthy !!!! <33

good lord this is perfect??

he'd spank you and make sure you beg for him. hed rub his tip on your folds, pushing it in slightly but never fully, not until you specifically call out his name and plea for his cock. he'd get you so worked up, the movie won't help with your situation either, making him scoff at your wetness.

“admit it, angel, you want me.” he'd smirk, giving you another spank which would make you go feral.

“please! i want you, sunghoon! fuck me, i beg you—” your whimpers would be successful in convincing him and soon, he'd thrust into your hole fully, making you clench around his length pathetically.

and he'll be sure to fuck you until the only name rolling off your tongue would be his, “only i can fuck you this good,” he'd growl, pulling you up and wrapping his arm around your neck.

you'll probably need his help to walk the next day-

but omg hi, anonnie <33 i love this sm, istg it made me feel things! im sorry but that emoji is taken aaa you can select any other one if you wish to! welcome to the family, anonnie 💙 have a great day/night ahead <3

[somnambulants]

hi!! i was just wondering if i could request more yelena where yelena introduces her gf to natasha and her family and she’s uncharacteristically nervous so nat finds it amusing? thank you :)

a bit of minor surgery

summary: Yelena tries to keep you to herself but her family has other ideas word count: 1.7K notes: so this is a little different to what you asked for but i hope you still like it! for the sake of this, nat, yelena, alexei and melina are just one happy family 

“But if we –"

Natasha holds up a hand and Yelena stops talking. “Do you hear that?”

It’s faint but there’s the sound of someone moving around on her apartment floor. Being the only person who lives on this floor and one of the few in this building is enough for this to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.

Survival for them has always meant constant vigilance.

Both of their heads swivel towards the front door as the footsteps become louder, very clearly approaching her apartment.

Yelena doesn’t have to look to know Natasha is mirroring her, pulling out her gun and scanning every entry-way for possible intruders.

On edge, Yelena presses herself against the door, readying herself until she listens properly and realises the approaching footsteps sound familiar. 

Somehow, she feels herself relax and become even more tense at the same time.

“Stop,” she says as Natasha moves towards the door as well, holding an arm out to stop her. “It’s okay. I know who it is.”

At her words Natasha relaxes, putting her gun away but she watches her face carefully as she does so.

The panic Yelena can feel building inside her must not be as well hidden as she thought because a slow grin spreads across her face as the sound of a gentle knock echoes through Yelena’s apartment.

“Is it..?”

“Yes,” Yelena replies curtly. “And no. You can’t meet them.”

Natasha gives her a wicked look, clicking her teeth together teasingly. “What? Scared I’ll…eat them?”

She snickers as Yelena reaches out and shoves her hard enough to knock the air out of her while also giving her a firm and clear: im going to kill you if you don't listen to me look as she goes to open the door.

Not that it's ever stopped Natasha before.

“Just stay there,” Yelena hisses and then wrenches the door open, finding you behind it with your hand still mid-air, prepared to knock a second time.

“Y/N!”

“Hi,” you say, looking a little startled but smiling at her none the less as you drop your hand.

Beside her and thankfully, just out of your view, Natasha, to her credit, is silent but Yelena can feel her gaze glued to her face and can especially feel the amusement radiating off her in waves.

She grits her teeth, forcing a smile. Your own fades a little as you take her in. “Is this a bad time?”

“No,” Yelena says quickly. Still out of sight, Natasha lets out a huff of laughter just quiet enough that she hopes she’s the only one that hears her.

“Not at all,” she adds, and since the door covers most of her body, it’s safe for her to reach out and pinch Natasha on the arm. Which is what she does. Hard. “Just --give me a second?”

Clearly still puzzled, you nod and Yelena closes the door, giving you a smile that she has a feeling looks more like a grimace.

Next she grabs Natasha by the arm and starts walking her forcibly towards the window. “Out.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow as she pulls them to an abrupt stop, looking at her then looking out the window. “You seriously want me to scale ten stories because you’re an idiot?”

As an answer, Yelena unlocks the latch and lets the window sweep open, giving her a pointed look that says: Yes. Obviously. 

Natasha rolls her eyes but to Yelena’s relief, she slides out the window.

“неудачник,” is all she says in parting before she disappears, dropping down the stairwell and vanishing from sight completely.

The word lingers in the air after her: Loser.

Yelena scowls after her for a second before she rushes back to the door and opens it, letting out a sigh of relief when she sees you’re still there, standing in the same spot.

“Sorry,” she apologises, swinging the door open. “There was just a uh, complication....a spider. I caught it and put it outside. I know you hate them.”

As she speaks, you slowly raise one eyebrow at her. The other quickly follows and it's then that she notices the narrowed look in your eyes.

When you start speaking, your voice is low and scarily calm. “So it has nothing to do with the woman I just made eye contact with as she was climbing down your fire escape?”

Something Yelena is proud to say is that in her life there have been very few times she’s been at a loss for words. 

This however is one of them.

She stares at you, blankly, knowing her panic must be showing on her face by the way your expression progressively becomes darker and darker as seconds pass and she fumbles frantically for something to say.

“I, uh, she is, she, uh –”

“—Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you.”

To her credit, Natasha has always been the stealthier of the two of them. Ignoring that fact, Yelena chooses to believe that her being distracted by you is why she doesn’t hear her coming back up the stairwell.

She also chooses to believe that she didn’t visibly jump at the sound of her voice and that the cough Natasha lets out is genuine and not covering up a laugh that says she’s going to mock her mercilessly for this entire thing later.

Of course, Yelena can’t fool herself but she tries anyway.

You look even more unimpressed as Natasha comes to a stop beside her and it clicks in Yelena’s head that you think her and Natasha – her and Natasha. She can’t even finish the thought.

As funny as it is, she doesn’t let herself laugh, knowing instinctively that it’s not a good idea. The flinty look in your eyes just confirms how much of a not good idea that is.

Just because you weren’t raised like her doesn’t mean that you couldn’t pack a punch; something she learned early on in your relationship when she’d accidentally snuck up on you once. She’d had a black eye for weeks after that.

“Natasha is my --” she isn’t sure how to say: ‘this is the woman I was trained to kill people with while we grew up being tortured and experimented on, remember I told you?’ In a way that won’t make you go running for the hills.

As she trails off, Natasha, sensing her panic, jumps in. Yelena knows that internally, she must be laughing hysterically though to her merit, she keeps it to herself. “I’m her… sister. Of sorts.”

You know about her past – all of what she was willing to repeat of it anyway – so comprehension quickly dawns on your face.

“Then why…?”

She watches as Natasha’s mouth twitches, sounding amused as she directly addresses you: “Well... my sister is an idiot. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

Yelena tenses as you give her a once over, raking your eyes over her consideringly, before you turn back to Natasha.  “I may have noticed that. Yes.”

"Hey," Yelena protests, weakly. "That's not fair."

You give her a pointed look and she falls silent. Resigned to her fate, she lets out a sigh.

She can tell from the matching scheming looks brewing in both your own and Natasha’s eyes that this is only going to be the start of her own personal torment.

--

The one thing she really, really hates about her family is that they have this habit of showing up unannounced – you’d think that the whole being assassins and consequently, a little trigger happy as a result would make someone call ahead but no.

Never.

For this reason, it comes as no surprise when there’s the familiar three tap repetitive secret knock knock knock they had all come up with years ago on her front door early the following morning.

Silently, Yelena prays you don’t hear it and stay asleep as she drags herself out of bed and prepares herself for what she’s about to deal with.

Truthfully, she’s a little surprised that they’d had enough tact to wait until morning. She’d half expected them to be knocking her door down the second Natasha relayed last nights events to them. 

Yanking the door open, she comes face-to-face with Alexei and Melina. Taking them both in and cataloguing mentally that they look alive and uninjured, she lets herself glare at both of them.

“Is something wrong?”

They both frown. “No?”

“Okay I’m closing the door then.”

She starts to swing it shut but it’s quickly caught as Alexei shoves a foot in between it and the doorframe, giving her a reproachful look.

“Is your –”

“Yes,” Yelena interrupts, scowling harder than before, if that was even possible. “Now, leave.”

The look on Alexei’s face shifts, now suddenly a little too much on the wrong side of sneaky. “Can we—”

“No.”

“But–"

“I don’t care. You can’t meet them,” she barks, probably too loudly, as she shoves him back out into the hallway. If she has to throw them bodily out of here, she will. It just would likely attract your attention, which is the opposite of what she wants. “They’re asleep.”

“We can wake them,” he suggests, unhelpfully.

Yelena glares at him harder. “No.”

It’s faint but all of a sudden, she can hear the sound of a door squeaking as it opens. Her bedroom door to be more exact. Your voice calling out to her quickly follows.

“Okay,” she says. “I’m closing the door now.”

“Hey, no wait –” Alexei starts to protest. Yelena closes the door firmly in their faces and is working on dead-bolting it just as you appear in her line of sight.

You blink at her blearily, wearing just one of her T-shirts and nothing else. Thank god she hadn’t let them in. “Who was that?”

“Neighbours,” Yelena lies. “Looking for their …cat.”

Still half asleep, you don’t think to question her and she sags against the door in relief as you venture into the kitchen in search of coffee.

To her relief, there are no subsequent persistent knocks or calls through the door and after a second, she can hear the quiet sound of footsteps and Alexei’s grumbling as they retreat.

Natasha is one thing – their parents or pseudo-parents or whatever they are – are another thing entirely. She’d save that one for another day.

Or never, preferably.

[fcknstar]

,, when he falls "

- harryosborn x reader

a.n : i havent posted in like two days cause i was catching up on sleep. uhhh i have a lot of ideas and would probably post it later today. this is model harry before he went back to nyc to take over oscorp.

warnings : none , cringy y/n to some ig??

**lowercase intended**

when harry was offered to take a modeling career, he had to. why turn down such opportunities knowing that you are able to get off school. what he didn't know is that it would be tiring. you being his personal stylist made it worse for him. you and your jokes were insufferable. instead of enjoying his time out to model, he had to face you. 

" look up, you are not stupid right? " you sighed loudly when harry kept insisting on lowering his head, fully knowing that you need him to look up to make it easier to apply makeup. placing your fingers on his chin gently and lifting it up slowly, you cant help but notice how his gaze falters. did he really hate you? i mean yea, your jokes were probably horrendous, but you were just trying to lighten up the mood. your past experiences with models were way different, they laughed and passed jokes around whenever their with you. so why is he being so hard with you right now. maybe it was just him? so not wanting to annoy him further and to make his day more pleasant, you kept your mouth shut for the rest of the day. 

harry noticed your change in behavior, hesitant to question about it. 

" you okay? you- , you seem quiet. no rant or anything- " harry looked everywhere but you, he could feel your gaze burning a hole into him. it was almost as if you were trying to build up an answer for him. 

" mhm. " was all that you came up with. he knew he wont be able to get you to talk, so he too kept quiet. 

when harry was posing for pictures in such clothes, he noticed you standing from afar, watching him. there was when your colleague greeted you with a cup of coffee. he saw how happy you became, the way your colleague would say something - probably a joke, and the way youd laugh and shake your head. harry didnt like the interaction, was there a reason why you wouldn't talk, rant or even try to annoy him. while he was posing for more pictures, his eyes kept flickering to you. you were talking to your colleague, way to focused in it to notice that he was done.

" yea but like i didnt expect such a reaction, yknow? and when i was about to ask hi- " your rant was cut off by harry clearing his throat. 

" well hello to you too harry. i should get going, yea? see you.. when i see you? " your colleague pressed a hand on your shoulder, nodding towards harry. 

" thanks again for the coffee! " your colleague smiled with adoration, leaving you and harry alone. 

" well he got you up and running " he again saw how your mood die down whenever it came to him that day. 

not answering, you walked back into the room with harry following you. 

the day ended fast, thank god. but hell did the night end fast. the next day, harry had another photoshoot and he was ready to make it up to you. he used the night away from you to reflect on what he had done. so when he expected to be bombarded with a strong cherry perfume that youd always wear, he walked into the dimly lit room. was he late? no, it couldnt be. he was always on time. he had an extra coffee in his hand, remembering how you enjoyed the coffee your colleague prepared, in hopes he could make peace with you ; wishing to hear your awful jokes that youd always make. 

placing the coffees he got down, he walked into the studio with the intention to ask his manager whether you are going to show up. before he could even get a word out, you came running in. 

" uh sir, im very sorry. ive sent you a message that i was running late but got no reply- " you halted, taking a deep breath in. your boss, who didnt look to angry, nodded who greeted you back with a good morning. 

noticing that harry was there and saw the whole interaction, you simply nodded and walked into your room. 

" why do you have to be such a klutz, huh? you mess up everything- " you were whispering to yourself, cursing yourself out. you had just woken up late from extra paperwork, and you couldn't seem to forgive yourself as you were always punctual. you cut yourself off when you noticed harry walk in. 

straightening your posture, you looked up at him, nodding towards the chair by the vanity waiting for him to settle down. 

" here, i got you coffee. " harry place your coffee by your bag. 

" uhm, thanks. how much was it? " grabbing your wallet to pay him back when you were met with harrys hand on yours stopping you. harry shook his head, hoping that youd get the message that he didnt want you to repay him. nodding, you place you wallet back in your bag, grabbing the coffee and sipping it, hoping to get more refreshed. 

you didnt notice how harry smiled softly, he didnt realize how much he enjoyed your rants and jokes until you decided to shut up. 

when harry sat on the chair, getting himself comfortable. he couldn't help but ask, " why dont you ever talk anymore? you know, your rants and jokes? " your movements barely halted, wishing that hed shut up. thats how he probably felt when you couldn't shut up. 

" you know, i just don't feel like talking- " 

" to me. right? you dont feel like talking to me. i noticed how cheerful and talkative you were with others but me. look, i know i may be harsh in the past and do regret it. i uhh, really enjoy your company and little rants and jokes. i wish i heard more. " harry was now looking at you from the mirror, your expression unreadable. which was rare, knowing how you expressed your feelings whenever you got the chance.

you were about to nod when harry spoke up again. 

" no, and don't nod as if you have nothing to say. " 

" okay, okay fine. what do you want truly? why so sudden? " you were staring at him. you hated how beautiful he was, hated how he made you feel the few weeks you worked with him. 

" because, because i realized how your insufferable jokes made my day. i didnt know how to express my feelings, but you taught me to. " harry twisted his chair, facing you. harry hated how beautiful you were, hated how you made him feel the few weeks he worked with you. maybe he was acting all harsh because the foreign feeling he had was confusing him. did his stomach turn and become all fluttery because he hated you, or was it because he liked you?

you scoffed, walking away. harry grabbed your wrist and pull you towards him, where you fell onto his lap. 

" what are you doing- " you voice died down when you realized what was happening. harrys lips was on yours, soft and passionate. you had shared multiple kisses in the past, but nothing felt like this. you didnt realize how bad your heart was thumping. didnt realize how badly you both wanted each other.

[iwadori]

When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.    

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’  

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.  

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.  

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.  

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”  

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

 “Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes  

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”  

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”  

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)  

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.  

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.  

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.  

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.  

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.  

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.  

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.  

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.  

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

[tobi-momo]

A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WARNINGS: a lot of crying from both you and kuroo | cursing | mentions of sex | cheating (kind of? youll know when reading) | angst | mentions of drinking/being drunk | nothing is suggestive!! oh ya yall are married btw

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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Lincoln McQuoid/M!MC || SFW || 3900 words :pensive: ||

Fic about two guys with terrible birthday experiences that are trying to do better. Set in a theoretical time after everything's been resolved. Timeline doesnt exactly match up since we're probably like a week away in game from Linc’s birthday but uuuh just pretend ok.

tw; mentions of under (american) age drinking (idk im european and he's 18 so its fine to me) 

"Lincooooln." Horus calls lazily from the couch.

"What?"

"You know what day it is?"

Lincoln pads into the living room, his eyes narrowing at Horus. "The day the Elric brothers set their house on fire?"

Horus snorts, "Of course you would say that you weeb. Aaaand...what else is today?"

Lincoln sighs. "Who told you?"

"I'll let you take one guess at who'd be texting me about your well-being."

He buries his face in his hands and lets out another deep, soul-weary sigh.

"Abel says to tell you 'happy birthday' and to make sure that, quote 'he doesn't spend the whole day moping around his apartment alone watching daytime tv and getting drunk.' unquote. Ouch. You really spend your birthdays like that?"

There's a thoughtful frown on Lincoln's face, a look that Horus knows a little too well by now. He opens his arms invitingly, and a small smile plays on Lincoln's lips as he moves to join him on the couch, resting against his chest.

"Bad birthday memories?" Horus asks.

"Melancholic ones. I told you what happened on my seventh birthday. My mom still tried after that but it just... hasn't been the same since. And then I lost touch with Abel, and she..." his words trail off. 

Horus' voice is quiet when he responds. "I know. I'm sorry." 

Unsure of what else to say he simply wraps Lincoln in his arms. Instinctively Horus' eyes flicker to the empty spot on the wall where Silvia's portrait used to hang, a pang of guilt lancing through his heart. He must have apologized a thousand and one times already, but it still never felt like enough. Sometimes he catches Linc glancing over too, expecting it to still be there- for her to still be there. 

His thumb subconsciously moves to twist at his mother's ring. It was a feeling he knew well. 

"Okay I'm gonna be real depressing here," he starts, "but stay with me on this. Every year on my birthday my dad used to take us to this nice Egyptian restaurant. I'd get baklava and chocolate cake and some damn good chicken and then we'd go home and watch any movie of my choice, so we'd usually end up watching A New Hope again."

"And you're calling me a weeb? Nerd."

"Shut up, I'm being genuine here for once in my fucking life. Anyway. Point is. We'd get dinner, watch a movie together, I got some gifts, and it was the best day I could wish for. Then after... everything happened, Amalia and her parents took me out somewhere." He takes a moment to gather himself. Talking about the past five years was still hard at times, actually telling the truth of his hurt rather than lie and say he was fine. "I spent my eighteenth birthday crying my eyes out on the floor of a restaurant bathroom. Told Lia I got food poisoning, but I knew she didn't buy it. Next birthday was barely any better. Amalia was off to college by then, so me and my new best friend 'Fake ID' hit up every bar in town for a free drink for the birthday boy. I vaguely remember making out with some hot girl in a bathroom stall, but mostly I just remember feeling incredibly alone. And, well, nauseous."

"Is this story going anywhere or are you rambling?"

"Right. I'm trying to be profound. Well, tl;dr, birthdays sucked. At 20 I ignored my birthday and 21 I got shitfaced again, but this time legally. Then this year I happened to find myself in the area after a hunt. So I walked into that Egyptian restaurant, I got myself dinner and some baklava, found the nearest movie theater and watched, uh," he falls quiet for a moment, thinking hard, "I don't remember the movie's name, it was pretty forgettable I'll be honest. But it was the best day I'd had in longer than I'd like to admit. Whenever I closed my eyes I could almost feel my family sitting next to me. My dad's lame jokes, my mom's laughter. Annie stealing food off my plate when she thought I wasn't looking..." Horus is quiet for a moment. "Sorry, I'm making it about me again."

Lincoln turns over in his arms to face him. "It's alright. Honor their memory instead of burying it deep, right?"

"Yeah. But, if you do wanne just laze around all day and watch shitty movies I'm down for that too." he tightens his arms around him a little. 

Lincoln hums, lying his head back down on Horus' chest, and he wonders if Lincoln could hear how his heart raced. Neither of them would spend another birthday alone if he had any say in it. They lay there a little while longer in comforting quiet.

Lincoln rouses after a while, quieting Horus' whine with an achingly sweet kiss as he heaves himself off the couch. "I think I know what I want to do today."

***

Their first stop was Westchester Elementary. Lincoln hadn't told Horus what exactly they'd be up to, wanting it to be a surprise. It was a warm autumn day, the warmth of summer not quite gone yet. 

The sounds of children playing outside  accompanied by a quiet ambiance of rustling leaves and birds' song. It was strange how nice Westchester could be when horrible men and creatures weren't actively terrorizing it. 

"So, this is where baby Linc took his first steps into becoming a menace to society?" 

He rolls his eyes, but smiles regardless, "You know Russ, I don't actually know much about what you were like as a kid." 

"Me? A model student once they got me to stop cutting up my clothes." 

"That's what I thought." he holds out his hand, and by now it's second nature for Horus to grasp it as they walk along. Lincoln leads them to the side of the building, stopping before they round the corner. 

"Close your eyes for me?" 

For me.

The gentleness in Linc's voice over shadows any dirty jokes in Horus' mind. He simply smiles, "Alright." letting Lincoln lead him a little further away with his eyes closed. 

He stops Horus, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around. 

"Okay, now, open your eyes." 

So he does. And before him, Horus sees something that was-

A stunningly painted mural adorned the old plaster, a deep indigo blue of a night sky, swirling into the yellows and pinks of dawn. Against that backdrop was the silhouette of a woman, leading a chain of children of different ages toward the light of a new day under a bright shining star. More stars dotted the dark sky, painted in such a way that they almost seem to shimmer in the sunlight. Among them Horus managed to recognize a few constellations; the Scales of Libra, Aries the Ram, the Eagle Aquila, the Archer Orion-

His eyes flit to Lincoln, who in turn is watching him with searching eyes and a kind smile. 

"It's gorgeous." Horus says after another breath. It was hard to put into words, but it felt as if a hopeful wish had been put into every brushstroke. 

Having apparently found what he was looking for, Lincoln turns to the mural. "My mother painted this. She told me she started the first draft a few weeks after she found out she was pregnant. The actual mural didn't go up until I enrolled here, and I got special permission to 'help' her out during recess." 

They walk up close, where painted in white, surprisingly neat, yet childish letters;

LINCOLN & 

and then in a beautiful curling script;

Silvia McQuoid

Lincoln traces his fingers along the letters, closing his eyes, a smile painting his lips. 

"There's more murals like these all around town. She'd always say this was her way of giving back a little kindness into the world. Something to inspire people." his eyes open again, looking up at the silhouette. "A couple were painted before I was born, but I loved coming along whenever I could. She always insisted that even if I just painted a single line, that I'd put my name up next to hers."

"She sounds awesome, wish I could have met her."

"She would have loved you, I'm sure of it." 

Horus laughs, "Ha! You're just saying that because I'm your boyfriend." 

Lincoln bumps his shoulder, "I mean it, Russ. Someone so full of life like you? She'd be making wedding plans after our first date." 

Horus was not a shy or bashful man by a long shot, so the blush creeping up to his ears and the sudden stutter in his throat caught him off guard. His eyes flick over to Lincoln, who also seems to realize what he'd said with a start. He didn't want to read into it too much, his racing mind already looking for a way to change the topic, but a small voice in the back of his head tells him that if Lincoln had asked him right here, right now, that he would not mind at all. But then a suitable deflection comes to mind, blurted out a little too tense, a little too fast. 

"I already promised to take you out for dinner today, no need to butter me up."

"Maybe I'm hoping to get free dessert too." 

"I dunno, you find me a dark and quiet corner and I can get right on that if you're so impatient." 

"At an elementary school? Really?" 

"Ah, you're right. So are we going to your highschool next? Behind the bleachers maybe." 

Lincoln laughs again, "Speaking of dinner, there's a few more murals I wanted to show you. Come on." Linc turns to head back to the motorcycle. 

It was like a light bulb flickering to life over Horus' head as he realized exactly what he would get Lincoln for his birthday. He pulls out his phone, sending out a dozen texts as they walk, nearly missing the helmet Linc tosses him. 

The last message is off and confirmed by the time they reach the second mural, and hours blur by as they ride all over Westchester. Every painting is somehow more gorgeous than the last, accompanied by anecdotes from Lincoln about inspirations, color choices, meanings. It was something incredibly dear to his heart, anyone could tell. 

Horus steps up close to Lincoln, leaving a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you."

"For what?" 

"Sharing this with me. But," he reaches his hand into Linc's back pocket, pulling out the motor keys, "I have a surprise for you too." 

Lincoln raises a brow, but doesn't make to grab for the keys. "Where are we going exactly?" 

"Ah-ah, wouldn't be a surprise anymore if I told you. But it's close by, I promise."

***

It's a short drive over. Horus parks the motor out on the side of the road, walking ahead down an alleyway to the back. 

And as his friends had promised, strewn around a blank wall was everything needed to paint a mural of their own. 

Brushes in all sizes, a dozen different colors of paint, lights that illuminated a smooth, blank canvas waiting to be filled. Off to the side lay a cooler filled with drinks, and a bag full of takeout food. 

"But how…?"

Horus counts it off on his fingers, "Had Connor call in some favors at city hall for the permit, Lia brought the food, Joss got us drinks, Dee and Noah took care of the supplies, aaand," Horus lets out a sharp whistle, and Abel appears from around the corner carrying a cake, followed by the rest of their merry little gang. A chorus of "Happy birthday, Lincoln." rises from the group. Joss rolls her eyes. 

"I'm just here for the cake." she nods her head toward Abel. 

Linc's eyes grow wide."Is that…?" 

"My mom's recipe? Yeah, I promised, didn't I?" 

Horus pulls a lighter from his pocket, lighting the candles. 

"Happy birthday to you." Abel starts, and Horus, Amalia, Connor and Dee are quick to join in, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lincoln, happy birthday to youuu." 

The look in Lincoln's eyes is part horrified, part touched and wholly embarrassed as the song comes to an end. 

"C'mon make a wish." 

Lincoln walks up and thinks for a moment, and if Horus wasn't head over heels before, then the way that the candlelight flickered in Linc's eyes surely would have done the trick now. The moment passes as he closes his eyes, blowing out the candles in one big breath. 

"Let's see if this cake lives up to the hype." Noah walks up, knife in hand, offering it to Lincoln to cut the first piece. 

Abel looks offended, "You doubt my baking skills?" 

"Cut him some slack," Connor says, "being a ghost for a few years made him forget his manners." 

Noah just shrugs, taking back the knife to cut up pieces for the rest as Lincoln takes the first one. 

The silence is broken by an incredibly inappropriate moan from Lincoln that almost sets something off in Horus. But that would have to wait until he had him all to himself.

"Just as good as you remember?" Abel says, unable to keep a large, goofy grin off his face. 

"Better somehow." he takes another large bite. 

Horus is handed a piece next and wastes no time shoving a large piece into his mouth. "Oh shit, this is good." Agreements ring out as everyone digs in. Their impromptu party is however quite short lived.

"As much as I wish I could stay," Abel says, "I was in the middle of grading papers that I really need to finish by tomorrow."

 Amalia pipes up, "I should go too, I got a long drive ahead to get back in time for my lectures tomorrow if I want to get any sleep. Cake was totally worth it, though." 

Connor walks up to Dee and Noah, slinging his arms around their shoulders. "The three of us promised Harper we'd stop by tonight to check something out, so we should get going too." 

Jocelyn grabs another bite off the last slice of cake. "And I'm not hanging around to play third wheel to these two, so bye."

Horus waves her off. "Good night, Joss." 

"Night, Red. Keep the old man’s spine intact.”

“Old man? I’m not even 30 yet.” Lincoln replies.

“I make no promises about his ability to walk tomorrow.”

Jocelyn grins, “Nice.” and heads off.

Abel hangs back for a moment, watching the others leave. He walks over to Lincoln, whose eyes still betray his feelings of guilt. Apologies were exchanged a while ago, but Horus could tell that Lincoln still had a hard time letting go of the hurt he caused. 

"Abel, I-" but his words are cut off as Abel envelopes him in a hug. Lincoln hesitates for a moment, before hugging him back. 

Abel lets him go, a kind smile on his face. "Happy birthday, old friend." he turns to Horus, giving him a nod, and Horus nods back. 

And just like that it was only the two of them left again. Horus polishes the last crumbs off his plate, quietly thanking Abel and his mother for what was maybe the best cake he'd had, ever. 

Lincoln walks up and hugs him tightly, burying his face in Russ' neck. And now it was Horus' turn to stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do, before he returns the gesture. 

"Thank you," the words are a quiet murmur against the crook of his shoulder. "Thank you."

"I'm glad you like it." 

"No, I liked spending the day with you. You doing this for me? I love it. I-" he hesitates on the word. Lincoln pulls back a bit, cupping Russ' face in his hands. "It means a lot to me. I just don't know what to paint." 

He pulls him in for a kiss, short and sweet. But being pressed up against Lincoln's back all day on the motorcycle has left Horus with a desire for something more than that. He walks Lincoln backwards until his back hits the empty plaster wall, nearly tripping over a bucket of paint in his haste. He opens his mouth, and it was delicious, both of them still tasting of whipped cream and cake. 

Lincoln flips them, so Russ' back is now to the wall and pulls back. A groan escapes him as he leans forward after Lincoln, 

"Don't move." he places another kiss along his jaw. 

"Hm?" 

"I just figured out what I want to paint."

Horus stood there, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. "You're just going to leave me like this?" 

He laughs, a bright and joyful sound, "I didn't exactly bring lube along." 

"I'll run to the corner store and make the most suspicious purchase of my fucking life, I'll even throw in some roses, don't test me."

Lincoln comes back with a bucket of paint and brush in hand. "You can do whatever you want to me back at my apartment. Just keep still." 

He opens the can, a deep blue, and gets to work tracing an outline around Horus, lingering around his hands, leaving kisses as he goes along. Up his arm, over his shoulder, a kiss under his ear. 

"You're making it very hard to stand still, you know." 

"Better keep at it. Don't want to get paint in your hair- hold out your hand a little."

Horus does as asked, moving as little as possible, as Lincoln traces the paint over his head and down his right side. 

Lincoln steps back, admiring his handiwork- or maybe admiring Horus. With the way his eyes darted around it was hard to tell. He turns, reaching for a new brush and another can of bright red paint. It doesn't escape Russ that it's the same shade as the color of his hair. Lincoln holds them out for him to take. 

Horus shakes his head "I'm not much of an artist."

"Just the rough outline, I'll take care of the details." Lincoln stands with his back against the wall, hand overlapping with the silhouette of Horus beside him. 

"Alright, fine. For the birthday boy." 

Horus then realized that he probably had not held a paintbrush in his hands in a decade, if not more. He wasn't nervous per se, but still very cautiously went to work, part of him afraid to mess it all up. He kneels down to get started by Lincoln's legs. The red paint stands in stark contrast against the gray wall, overflow dripping down, and suddenly Horus freezes. 

His hands shake, breath catching in his throat, whole body tense and ready to spring. Blood dripping down the brush, out of a creature's mouth, covering his hands his eyes seeping into his chest the ground thick in the air-

A hand clamps on his arm and distantly his name reaches his ears -"Russ!"- his father telling him to run, Annie calling after him- he tries to pull away, hand balling into a fist so tight that his knuckles ran white, nails digging into his palm, fight or flight instincts setting in and he was afraid and wanted to, no had to fight there was no one else left-

"Horus!" Lincoln's hands frame his face, forcing him to look into his eyes. 

"I'm-" the word comes out as a ragged breath. Adrenaline ebbs out, his heart still racing at a thousand miles a minute, but he was back in the here and now at least. Realizing what had just happened, Horus slaps on his trademark grin, the gesture not quite reaching his eyes. "I'll get lost in your eyes like this." 

"You're shaking." 

His hands still tremble a bit as he pries himself loose, "Low blood sugar, you know how it is. Maybe we should eat some of the take-out before it goes completely cold." he drops the brush back into the bucket, avoiding looking at it too closely. 

"Horus-"

"There's one with chicken and one with beef, which do you want?"

Lincoln wraps himself around him from behind, plucking the beef noodles from the bag. "Talk to me, Russ. You were gone for a moment there." 

Horus hops up onto a crate, opening his food up, his voice quiet, but finding its confidence as he talks. "Ugh. It doesn't usually happen, red is my favorite color, and I've seen worse whenever I need to dye my hair again- seriously makes my bathroom look like someone died there." he lets out a breath, combing his fingers through his hair, "but, I guess the paint just… took me off guard. I'll be fine after I eat something." 

Lincoln sits next to him, frowning, 

"I should have realized-" 

"Don't. Don't start pitying me or, fuckin' saying its your fault. We were just making such good progress in getting you to stop blaming everything on yourself-" 

"That's not true," Linc says matter-of-fact, "I blame plenty on Matthias." 

Horus laughs. "True. But, yeah. I don't want my little episode to ruin this. I won't let it." He nods over, gesturing for Lincoln to go stand at the wall once they're done eating. 

His hand still shakes a little as he traces the outline around him, but everything was further from Horus' mind now. Focus on the motions, focus on his warmth, his voice-

"Look at that. You're a natural." Lincoln says as he draws the final line, vaguely linking the hands of the silhouettes together. 

"Are you gonna start pulling out gold stars next, or what?" He grabs himself a soda from the cooler, and a beer for Lincoln,

"Is that something I'll need to keep in mind?" 

"Everyone likes being told they're doing a good job, no? Don't worry about the drinking by the way, I'll drive us back." 

"Sure, but if I start lamenting about Naruto, cut me off." 

"No, please tell me more about how Naruto and that black haired guy were totally in love." 

"Oh, like you're any better about your space movies." 

"I just have a lot of feelings about the Clones, okay!" 

Conversation flows and time flies as Horus watches Lincoln get to work. It was mesmerizing to see how the piece came together, stroke by stroke; two silhouettes, hand in hand with a ribbon tying their hands together. Horus' figure set in a royal blue, Lincoln framed by an explosive red, the tie that binds them red on one side, blue on the other. The message rang clear; I’m a part of you, you’re a part of me.

"Now all that's left," Lincoln cracks open a black can of paint, dipping in a smaller brush. "is signing it."

He signs his name in beautiful curling letters;

Lincoln & 

Before holding out the brush to Horus, who glady, if a bit messily, adds his name underneath;

Horus Asar

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

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makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍