#like i don’t want to be mean but like PLEEASE?

[hotgirlssupportlando]

one day x lando norris pt 3

this is a part of my series following one day of every summer from 2016 onwards in y/n’s and landos lives, exploring their friendship and love for one another. ofc not a smooth ride with some angst and fights along the way. a friends to lovers, growing up together kind of thing. read first part here pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary of this part: y/n having a hard time adjusting to life at uni so she turns to her friend lando for comfort warnings: none? a little sad wc: 1,1k a/n: sorry it has been a while since posting, i've been finishing my masters thesis and processing lando's first win!!! yayyy :) BUT i'm going to upload more frequently now x

late summer of 2018

y/n was on the verge of tears, breathing heavily to calm herself as the outgoing facetime call echoed in her university dorm room. she was sat on the floor of the dark room with her back uncomfortably leaning against her bed.

”please, please, pleease lando pick up” she whispered desperately, praying that he wasn’t too busy preparing for another upcoming f2 weekend. seconds felt like minutes when the only person she wanted to talk to didn’t pick up his phone. y/n sighed and was about to end the call when the  deafening silence suddenly was cut with a loud and excited ”hellooo my smart girl!!”. in about two nanoseconds y/n could see that lando was at the gym training with jon, immediately regretting that she called.

”oh i’m sorry i can call you later” y/n said trying to sound as happy as she could in the state that she was in. but lando knew her from inside and out so her act wasn’t very convincing.

”hey y/n, what’s going on? are you okay?” lando said after processing the sight.

”yeah no it’s nothing.. i can call you when you’re done training” y/n said as she faked another smile. 

”y/n seriously you have a nice smile but you can’t convince anyone with that, i can see from miles away that something’s wrong. and however i’m done with training so i’m all yours” lando said with a concerned voice as he walked over to a private part of the gym. 

”thanks lan.. I, I just-” y/n whispered, looking away from the boy up to the ceiling to prevent any tears from developing. ”I just don’t fit in here lan.. it’s not at all what i thought it would be”

”oh darling.. i’m sorry to hear that”

”i just don’t know what to do, i haven’t even got any friends lando! how pathetic is that?? i’m surrounded with geeks and people with zero social skills who all have found friends but not me? ugh i just hate this place, i hate all these people..” 

the girl in his phone who had tried her best to keep it together bursted out into tears. ”you know how much i wanted this! i’ve always imagined that the university would be my thing, where i would find my place and blossom. but tell me how can i do that when all i manage to do is sit alone in classes, sit alone and eat and then go to my dorm to - surprise - sit alone on my bed being depressed.”

”i’m so sorry y/n..”

”…AND as the icing of the cake, not a single on of my friends are even close to fucking edinburgh - couldn’t somebody have prevented me from coming here? why didn’t i just stay in london where everybody else is? nooo, i just had to be special.” y/n sobbed as tears streamed down her face. 

”i ju-, just miss everyone so much lando. i miss my friends. i miss my family. i miss you. i miss you for not being five minutes from my home. i miss our drives and talks and laughs lando. it feels like i haven’t seen you in forever”

”i know y/n i miss you too, it has been too long since i saw you in any other place than my phone”

y/n wiped away her tears ”yeah.. i’m sorry i know you’re busy with everything in f2, i don’t mean to blame you for this.. i just miss your stupid hugs so damn much sometimes” she said as a small smile cracked upon her lips. 

”heey i didn’t know my hugs were that badly ranked” lando giggled receiving a laugh from y/n too. 

”and y/n?”

”hm?” ”why haven’t you told me that edinburgh is in a different timezone than london?” he asked.

”what? it isn’t? who tricked you into that?” y/n answered confused.

lando laughed, ”y/n look around you, it’s so pitch black in that room i can barely see you! the only thing my screen is picking up is your bleached teeth”

”lol lando it’s called depression” y/n laughed ”i’m always in depression-timezone, always hauntingly black surroundings, nothing for cheerful and life-enjoying boys like you” she joked.

”no, no, no let’s not go back to you being sad again, i just managed to make you happy again!!” lando proclaimed. 

”whoops sorry” she smiled ”no but seriously thank you lando, i really needed this. someone to vent to. but now i really have to go, i’m getting late to my class, even though i’m pretty sure no one’s missing me”

”stop it y/n, you’re missed, if not by your lame classmates then by me and all your friends and family”

”thanks lando, that’s very sweet of you. bye now” y/n smiled, this time genuinely. 

”bye darling”

—

hours later that night y/n was, like every other night, sat on her bed watching friends for the millionth time. her newly made tea was way too hot to drink so she put the mug on her bedside table. as she was on her way to snuggle back under her sheets watching her series she heard a knock from her door. y/n froze. without moving too much and making any noise she looked at the clock on her wrist. 23:38. after watching way too many documentaries she automatically drew the conclusion that it with most certainty was a killer of some sort. with this in mind she quietly picked up the nearest item to defend herself with, a hot cup of tea. 

it knocked on the door again. but it wouldn’t be possible for anyone to enter the building without anybody noticing, right? y/n calmed down a little bit, taking her phone with her to be able to call for help if it was needed. slowly she walked to her door and opened it. the sight in front of her was beyond what she had imagined. it was lando. there he was standing in her corridor in the middle of the night with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and 12-pack of pepsi max in the other. the sight made her revisit the memory of them meeting two years ago when he, with the same smirk on his face and a similar bouquet of flowers in his hand, won a bet against her leading to their first kiss. y/n smiled when she noticed the pepsi in his other hand, as he since that day in 2016 always provided her with the drink as some sort of consolation prize for the lost bet.

”i heard you were in need of a stupid hug” lando smiled

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[distorted59]

could you write something bout going to prom with 80s James? I don't know headcanons or something, pleease. that would be so sweet of you <3

hey, lovely!! sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy! also, i have no idea what prom is like, since I'm not American, so i hope it's a little accurate! <3

the two of you have been friends for the longest of time, had classes together and hung out with the same people.

you two would jokingly flirt with each other and some small kisses would be given here and there.

you didn't think much of it until it was almost time for senior prom. 

“Who are you thinking of taking to prom, Jamie?” you asked him with a playful smile on your face.

“Quit callin’ me that.” He tries to sound intimidating, but he can’t help but smile back at you.

“Well? "Who is it?” You want it to seem like you’re genuinely interested, but the only reason you’re asking is because you want to know if the thing between the two of you could be something real. 

“I don’t…  I haven’t asked anyone yet.”

Hopefully he finally grows some balls and asks you. 

It was a few days before prom and you were actually thinking you and James weren’t going to work. And you were really upset about it. You and James weren’t hanging out as much, and it was really fucking with you.

until… you heard tapping against your window. 

James was throwing rocks against your window! He's here! at your house! again, finally!!!

he climbed up the drainpipe clumsily, (how cute). He handed you his Iron Maiden ‘Killers’ vinyl first and then crawled in. 

“what’s this?” you grinned.

“What do you mean, ‘what is that?’. It’s Iron Maiden!” He was breathing heavily and his cheeks were bright red. 

“Yeah, I know that, dumbass!” You giggled. “ Why did you bring it?” 

“Open it!” 

You took the lp out of the art cover and on the protection cover there was a text, written in James’ messy yet perfect handwriting. “Will you go to prom with me? x Jaymz” 

“You dork! of course I will!” You wrapped your arms around him and you must’ve kissed him a thousand times. 

Both of your lips were sore from kissing that night.

When the time came, both of you were all dressed up. (80s prom was something else). matching corsages and he wore a tie that matched with your dress. 

He picked you up in his brother's car and he was a blushing and stuttering mess. (so were you).

His hair was a little messy, so it was obvious he tried to do something different with it. you told him you liked his hair this way and he thanked you shyly with a kiss on the cheek. 

The school’s gym was transformed into a dance floor and there were beautiful decorations on the walls and ceiling. there were your typical snacks and drinks, (which were obviously spiked). but the two of you had already brought your own drinks. 

you had a lot of fun with each other and your friends! dancing and singing your heart out to your favorite songs. 

you were looking forward to the somewhat slower songs, because that meant slow dancing with James. 

he’s not a great dancer, you didn’t care though. you just wanted to be close to him. 

after all that the two of you make out underneath the bleachers, just like in the movies. 

he asks you to be his girlfriend after the make out sesh. 

“I was wondering….” James starts. 

"Yeah?" you try to catch your breath after the intensive kissing. 

He traces his fingers over your dress, drawing a pattern. He doesn’t look at you until he speaks again.

“do you…. want to be my girlfriend?” he blushes. 

“Thought you’d never ask~”

seal the deal with a kiss. (again)

I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing him either.    

[phoenixisobsessed]

If it's alright to ask again again, Fall of Cybertron Metroplex for nr 96, please? Lasercanons go brrr

AAAARGHHHH (Original post: PINNED)

Like three seperate people asked for this one so just defaulted for the person who had least asks done. Holy shit biggest mistake of my life this dude is so complex (So happy to be done). But I mean it fits…so yk funnyyy UAHEUA good ask good ask but DAMN that was rough.

Also guys we’re getting realy low on asks… (AKA I have like one or two from a previous asker)There are like 13 to go (I’m a bit ahead on the cats just because of school xD they’re queued. I don’t want to spoil which ones it is but at the same time if people ask for them then I just had to throw them out so…24+29+49 on their way.). PLEEASE go drop in the asks I am ON MY KNEES!

TUMBLR!!! GO put catformer asks in my inbox and my LIFE is YOURS!!! 🙏 (Remember to read pinned as always…)

[atthedugouts]

not a crime prompt but Yevgeny falling and needing stitches or something and Mick and Svetlana have to take him to the hospital pleease <3

Hi Tee! Thank you for being my fellow Mickey, Svetlana, Yevgeny family truther ❤️ I know this subject is very dear to you so I hope you like this fic!

“It’s hot as balls,” Mickey whined as he sat on a bench in the shade. Svetlana dragged him to the park with her and Yevgeny and to top it off it was Svet’s day to watch the Ball twins and Franny. Just because Svetlana and the others have agreed to a rotating babysitting schedule doesn’t mean he has to be a part of it. Mickey doesn’t like being outnumbered by the children. They all team up together and cause too much trouble.

“Hey,” Svetlana says as she kicked her husband in the shin.

“Fuck that for?”

“We have to watch children. It’s our duty,” Svetlana says sternly.

“We don’t got to do shit,” Mickey says, raising his eyebrows up at his wife. “I’m not the one who agreed to do fucking childcare for free.”

“We all raise children together. Redhead girl will watch Yevy tomorrow. It’s perfect system.”

“They’re playing in a sandbox, how close do you want me to watch them?” Mickey asked. “We can see fine from here. Sit your ass in the shade and eat some applesauce. Ya getting cranky.”

Svetlana looks over her shoulder and sees the children building a sandcastle together. Maybe she was being over cautious. Yevgeny was getting older and maybe at five years old he doesn’t need someone monitoring his every move. With a sigh she joins Mickey on the bench. She watched Yevgeny show Franny how to dig a moat around the castle as Gemma and Amy stuck leaves in the towers as decoration. She’s proud of the nice boy she’s raising.

Mickey elbows her and shows her a video of people taking turns pouring different beverages in a cocktail shaker and drinking the final product. They laughed together as Mickey called the people in the video pussies for not being able to handle their alcohol.

Then a loud thud was heard along with screams that jolted Mickey and Svetlana off of the bench.

Amy came running over with a panicked look on her face.

“Miss Lana!” Amy shouted.

Mickey and Svetlana rushed over to the sandbox and found Yevgeny sitting up with blood trickling down his forehead. Svetlana starts fussing over him in Russian but their son just gave her a confused look.

“Shit,” Mickey said, he knows that confused look. He saw it in his siblings and cousins a lot growing up. “Kid’s got a concussion.”

“What happen?” Svet asked the other kids.

“We started going down the slide,” Gemma said.

“And Yevy said he could go down head first,” Amy finished.

“He went down really fast,” Franny adds with some excitement. 

Svetlana tried to wipe the blood away but more kept coming. She notices the gash is deeper than she originally thought. 

“Shit,” she says. “We must take him to hospital.”

“Fuck we got to do that for?” Mickey says thinking of how expensive ER visits are. “Just give him some ice and make sure he doesn’t fall asleep.”

“He needs stitches,” Svetlana glared at Mickey that reminded him of her hammer that is always waiting for him at home.

“Fine,” Mickey relented. “Everyone in the fucking car.”

Luckily the south side ER was not overrun with gunshot wounds and overdoses so Yevgeny was seen rather quickly. Mickey sat in the waiting room with the girls as Svetlana went with Yevgeny. A nurse gave the girls coloring supplies so they could make get well cards for Yevy. Mickey’s hands shaked as they itched for a cigarette. The realization of what happened hit him. Svetlana was right, the kids do need to be watched over. He remembers getting concussions when he was a kid and what a terrifying experience it could be. Though that could be because of the traumatizing way they happened. His dad was usually the source of pain. Fuck, was Yevgeny going to be scared of him now? Mickey was about his age when he started to be afraid of Terry. Shit, what if the hospital thinks he hit him. They have the power to call CPS and take him away.

Mickey texted Ian to let him know what was going on. He didn’t want to bother him at work but didn’t know what else to do. Being in the waiting room Mickey had flashbacks to the first time he messed up with Yevgeny. When he picked up his baby son from the police station that was the first time we realized that he loved him. When the police officer placed him in his arms Mickey whispered his apologies into his tiny ears and promised he would never put him in danger again. Today he broke that promise. 

Svetlana entered the waiting room with Yevgeny in her arms and the doctor next to her.

“Mr. Milkovich?” the doctor greets.

Mickey stands up and nods his head.

“You got a brave boy here,” the doctor says about Yevgeny.

“Of course he is, he’s a Milkovich. Right little man?” Mickey says, raising his hand to Yevgeny to high five. Yevgeny weakly slaps his dad’s hand. The doctor gives a little chuckle.

“He’s going to be a little tired for the next day or two but he should recover just fine,” the doctor says. “Concussions can be a rite of passage for some active kids. Just make sure he gets plenty of rest, do your best to keep him away from screens for the next 48 hours, that includes tablets,” both Svetlana and Mickey scoffed at that, like they have money to give their child his own iPad. “If his head keeps bothering him you can put ice on his head and if it hurts anymore you can give him another dose of tylenol in a couple hours. If he starts showing worse symptoms like vomiting or seizures-”

“Seizures!” Svetlana says with fear and Mickey’s heart dropped. Could Yevgeny have permanent brain damage because of this?

“I wouldn’t worry much about it,” the doctor says in a calming tone. “It’s highly unlikely but just in case bring him right back and we’ll take care of him.”

After receiving the aftercare instructions the group heads back to the car. The girls try showing him the drawings they made but Yevgeny could barely keep his eyes open. When Mickey got behind the wheel his phone buzzed. He got a text back from Ian with way too many emojis like always. He basically said the same thing the doctor said and promised to bring home ice packs from work. 

“Dad?” Yevgeny weakly asks. He was curled up in Svetlana’s lap in the passenger's seat next to Mickey.

“Yeah little man?”

“Can we get pizza?” Mickey looked at Svetlana. He was sure she would protest and insist on making something healthy so he could recover better. Instead she simply nods her head as she lightly runs her hands through Yevgeny’s blond hair.

“Of course,” Mickey replied. He drives out of the parking lot and silently promises that starting from this moment he will do better. He will be a better father and do what Terry couldn’t. He will protect his son.

[gohjuo]

i don’t have words for how much i love and admire your writing and i know i’ve been saying this as long as we’ve known each other 😅 you always make everything so interesting , your muse for gojo is so descriptive , so true to his character , especially everything else you’ve given him in your own narrative. i love hearing you talk about him , how you perceive him , and honestly it shows so much in your writing. also, i wouldn’t have been writing here at all if you didn’t get me into jjk in the first place , so tysm for the brainrot , but also love that we’re writing again ❤️

ASK MEME: how's my portrayal

daize ! <3 i'm crying in the club cause what is this ? i just want you to know how much i love you, geto, your writing, and all the things that we talk about ! even down to the wee hours of the night and i'm telling you that i'm not surviving because i'm not. thank you ?? like you have no idea how much this means to me, i adore gojo and i want to try my best to give him the love that he really deserves, to get that arc that he should be getting. ngl, i was definitely intimidated writing him, he's deadass the most goofiest guy i've written but i love writing for him, love his shenanigans, and i'm just glad i get to write along side you. and pleease i'm taking you everywhere, you can't get rid of me, we're in this hell hole of a manga ( because frankly i refuse to acknowledge what is going on right now)! gege is catching our hands ! akjdflskdjf. i'm just blessed to know you and to be writing with you again. xoxo

[borathae]

chapter 16 lets gooo im soo excited

OK I TAKE THAT BACK WTF WHTAS GOIN ON AAAH WHY IS IT EMPTY AGAIN NO NO SHE AINT GETTING THEM CALLS

oh her stuff is still there NO NOT THE ACCIDENT THOGUHT SHUT UP BRAIN *feeling like throwing kook off a cliff for the emotional rollercoaster

OF COURSE SHE IS AT WORK

oh shit i forgot to ramble here in between reading

THE SMUT AS always wass soo emotional and disgustingly in love and hot as fuck

jungkook styling his hair, all i could think was the gcf 😩😩

I could finally go full starfish in New York. ...... I did it naked once too.” ... “Didn’t like it, I crushed my balls when I flipped over."  very noodle coded indeed

"I swear to god I shouldn’t curse cause it’s one of our models, but piece of shit technology who invented you?” he grumbles. 💀💀💀

"There are kimchi delivery services?” yeah kookles your mom works there

ok now im loving the dad uwu

I felt like some gang boss when I came to their office cause I had like ten security guards with me and they all had guns, can you imagine that? I felt so cool. manz turned into mafia daddy from wattpad all of a sudden hold on why did i feel tony stark vibes lol

if you didn’t have that lingering thought of your surprise in the back of your head. i got scared and all that suspense for going to piss. im gonna squish ur cute lil ass aaah AH WHAT DO U MEAN SHE DOESNT HAVE TO PISS??? IS SHE GOING TO PROPOSE TO HIM OH MYG GOD

HOLY SHIT SHE DID IT YESS I LOVE MY BABIES IM GONNA CRY

You realise that you were an idiot back then. A hug like that is possible god its me again when do i get this

“You know I love your facts, but don’t ruin it now." 

You laugh, "hey don’t attack my attempt at being less awkward." shush stop exposing me

we are talking very - ugly sob afterwards. oh how long has it been since i cried like that

Me choosing violence in the beginning:

but also, I wanted to showcase how anxiety can sometimes mess with your thoughts and give you scenarios which are so very unlikely and yet they seem like the most logical thing to you in the moment. So I'm glad that you could feel his nervousness, because it means I did a good job at portraying what I wanted hehehe

jungkook styling his hair, all i could think was the gcf 😩😩

JAIL. the gcf messed me tf up like fndnfnadn

I could finally go full starfish in New York. ...... I did it naked once too.” ... “Didn’t like it, I crushed my balls when I flipped over."  very noodle coded indeed

PLEEASE NOODLE CODED OMFG HAHHA I might have to borrow this for a fluffy drabble one day hahaha where she is all like "very noodle coded indeed" after he did something silly :(

hahahha the cat memes after finding out she quit her job is such a mood afhadhsf me when I wrote that part fjdjfja

[just-your-casual-nerd]

hey uhm, you know i bought resident evil like a week ago? right uhm i’m already near at the end of the game, i’m almost done with the last residence, the heinsberg one, it’s really cool as game😭 i loved lady dimitrescu residence! i don’t know sorry i just wanted to say it🥺 i hope everything is alright 🫂 and pleease don’t listen to that haters, i know it’s sad to see people that spread hate when they don’t even know what the person is going through, they just don’t have anything to do all the day and they like to be pieces of shit, mars don’t deserve any of that comments and neither you<3 i’m sorry!! i hope mars is feeling better :/ 🫂🫂

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Thank you so, so much support!!! It means a lot to me and Mars. You're a great anon and friend, my dear 🐉I absolutely love lady D, and I am not surprised you finished it. It took me 3 days to finish it. I'm glad you love the game!!! I'm gonna compile a list of fics for lady d for you. It might take me a bit, but I will get it to you!!!!! Also, how are you doing dear? I'm sorry for shitty replies, I've got to work on it. Cause in my head I've replied to you, but I actually haven't, so yeah. Sorry about that, dear

[eyedle]

I say “don’t worry about it!” and then go have a breakdown.

[torotoro0]

Enemies? Or...

 `~Miles Fairchild x Reader~`

Part 1/?

{Click for Chapters}

word count: 1.9k words

Summary :  You and Miles has known each other since kindergarten, your Dad and Miles' parents are close acquaintances and business partners. Miles don't really pay attention to you but if he did he would say something mean and that's fine because you don't like him that much too, If he says something mean you would just glare at him (and he's too weird plus creepy), but every summer break your Dad sends you to the Fairchild’s Estate (because he is too busy to take care of you) So that you won't be "lonely" since your the only child and Miles needs a “friend” to comfort him since his parents both died in a car crash, but.. I’m not his friend tho *_* I’m really not, he is too creepy. But this time when you visit, theirs a teacher or nanny they hired for flora.

A/N : slight swearing that’s all @_@

This movie was like 2 years ago?! It feels like 2020 was just yesterday *_*

Your Pov

Today was just like any other day, boring classes, lunch breaks, you know, typical school day, BUT earlier this morning it was a wreck, first, Miles was expelled for ALMOST killing a student, I don’t really know the reason since because you know.... he doesn’t talk that much (and he creeps me out), so maybe he just got pissed off by the student or something, and secondly I and any other student that was around the fight yesterday is getting 5 hours of detention after lunch and that sucks from heaven to hell.

So I came up with the idea of calling my dad and make him tell the headmaster to take back my punishment ~_~ and I know it will work definitely.

I stand up my seat in the cafeteria and dash to the receptionist’s table to call my dad. “Papa? hello? PAPA, PAPA, PAPA” I hurriedly ask “What is it sweetie? I thought you have school today” he FINALLY answered 

“Its lunch papa, but can I ask you a favor?”

“of course anything for you Y/N” he states “Can you tell the headmaster to take back my detention? PLEEASE papa” I beg, call me spoiled but- who wouldn’t want to get out of their detention?

“Of course, but may i ask why?” ohhh shit im screwe- “because papa, I need to take a, uhm,hmm,  oh! a test in Mrs. Covventry’s class, please papa” and that’s a lie “Oh? Ok then i will call him-”

“Thank you papa, love you sm! good bye!” and with that I hang up

“YES! YES! YES!”

{T I M E   S K I P}

Miles Pov

Groaning I went inside the mansion, I just got expelled from almost killing a student, but can you blame me? he touched my things without my permission.

I went up the stairs and was going to my room when a lady with blonde hair passed by, of course I followed her, why would a nanny be snooping around a house that isn’t hers?.

I waited outside the door, tapping my foot impatiently, after a moment she open the door and screamed.

“who are you?” she asked “I’m Miles I live here” I held my hand to my side, slightly tilting my head. She oughta be the dumb I guess.

“I mean... what are you doing home?”

“You shouldn’t be in here” I ignore her question. “I know... I thought I heard something” shaking her head, I gave her a reassuring smile, and proceeded to head to my room.

Your Pov 

Today is the of summer and is the day I go to the Fairchild’s Estate,

I don’t really like going there because its a creepy household with a bunch of creepy statues, like who would want to go walking around with statues looking like they want to murder you, creepy right?

I went in my Dad’s car with his new slut, yes you heard me right letter S L U T. After mother’s death, Papa had been gathering his avengers, and by that, I mean gathering his sluts, others have been with him even since my mom was still alive, others’ newbies, he would buy me things in exchange to not tell my mom about his prostitutes'

“Good morning papa” I greeted “ good morning darling”

“why don’t you greet me Y/N?” ugh that damn prostitute “Good morning Amelia” I mumbled.

“Let’s just hurry babe” she rolled her eyes, tapping on my dad’s thigh. 

As I arrived at the mansion, cold breeze hits my face like a slap, the eerie demeanor was lingering as we stopped in front of the estate.

“This is so creepy” the slut clings unto my dad’s arm. “Be a good girl for me ey? See you Y/N” He kisses my forehead and waves his goodbyes.

Miles Pov

I heard a honk of a car and I’m pretty sure it is them or should I say.... her, everyone summer, she goes by to my house and stays here, if it wasn’t for her dad’s ‘business trips’ she wouldn’t have to suffer and keep coming here.

“YAY! she’s here!” Flora beams as she hurriedly waited behind the door, Mrs. Grose also hurriedly opens the door revealing Y/N.

“Good morning Ms. L/N, Its so good to see you again” Mrs. Grose chuckles. “Thank you for having me!”

“Y/N! I missed you so much!!!” flora hugs her as she hugs back, “You’ve grown more taller now Flora, your almost in my height”

“Good morning to you too Miles” her stern voice turns to me. 

“Oh and, Ms. L/N-”

 “Call me Y/N Mrs. Grose, no need for formalities” She cuts her off, and before anyone could say anything, Flora dragged Kate to Y/N.

“Hi I’m Kate and your Y/N I suppose?” she introduced herself “Oh yes I am, nice to meet you” “nice to meet you to-”

“I’m hungryyy!” Flora cuts her, pulling her sleeves continuously.

“Well of course flora, shall we head inside now?” Mrs. Grose said “yes yes!”.

Me and the others went to the living room but Y/N went straight to the stairs “Y/N? Why don’t you join us?” Kate stands up turning her attention to the girl. I arch an eyebrow behind the girl who was now slowly approaching Y/N.

Your Pov

I went up the stairs awkwardly after Kate ask me to come and eat. Well.... to tell the truth I haven’t eaten yet... but I don’t have the appetite to do so. I trudge as the stairs seemed to be endless.

I went to the usual guest room I sleep in when I come here. As i passed Miles’ room I can hear his speakers blasting with music and it is so annoying so i went in and turned off his speakers

“so much for saving electricity” I mumbled, taking a good look of the room, it was so messy, clothes scattered everywhere, instruments here and there, and his big ass spider.

“and what the heck are you doing in here?”

“yah!” I screamed

I turn to my back and saw Miles crossing his arms and frowning at me,

“Well, your speakers are so loud they make my ears bleed and weren’t you going to eat breakfast?” I shot back “Firstly you are trespassing My room and secondly I don’t want to eat breakfast, now....” He goes behind me and pushes me outside,

“get out” he says and then he bangs the door, 

“rude”

{+T I M E  S K I P+}

I wake up feeling great until i remembered I’m still in the Fairchild’s Estate, i groan, while getting up, and i proceeded to head downstairs. As i walk down I hear Miles apologizing to Kate about how he scared her yesterday night, please don’t forgive him “Oh, its fine”, he doesn’t really mean it you shit i mumbled. “Oh, cool” he answers.

“Oh! hey Y/N good morning” Kate greets me “Good morning everyone” I answered, “Hello Y/N! come sit with me and miles!” Flora excitedly said “oh, uhm, sure” NOT, I sit beside Flora making her sit in the middle of the couch.

“So, seems we had a rough night, your a sleepwalker like Flora” he looks at her “I don’t sleepwalk” she answers “and I can hear you snoring Y/N, you were so loud I was barely able to sleep”, i shot him a glare of mine “well, last night I woke up in the middle of the night because of your crappy guitar music” i insult him,

“That’s a cool sweater” she complimented. “Thanks” he answers, ugh how dare he ignore me after he insults me, “You shouldn’t be wearing that” I lean to my side as I whisper to Miles.

“He wanted me to have it”

“Was it your dad’s?” Kate asked, “It was Quint’s” there he goes again.

“Whose quint?” “he’s a riding instructor” Mrs. Grose answered “He managed the Estate” he started

“He was the best” “Oh, he’s not here anymore?”

“... He died”

“oh” she went speechless.

“Everyone dies Miles” Flora said, ‘and you will one day too miles’ I mumbled ‘same with you too’, shit he heard me?, “hm?” Kate was confused “Nothing” he said.

!RING RING!

The phone rang as they finish their discussion, “I’ll get it!” Flora says hurriedly.

“So-”

“Do you ride horses Kate?” I asked, cutting him off “oh, uh, well I rode a couple times at summer camp but that’s a lie I just stayed at the horse” we both laugh

I looked at Miles to see his reaction and he was sending me his glare of the morning, LOSER I mouthed to him then he rolls his eyes. “I-”

“I can teach you if you want, I mean.. If you can handle it” that damn creep!, “Oh is that a challenge?” Kate answered “yeah”

“uhh, no I think i can handle it, yeah, yeah, I’m a quick learner”

“Heyy its the headmaster at Miles and Y/N’s school” Flora jogged to us

“He would like to speak with the person in-charge” she added. Kate walks to the telephone and checks with the headmaster. “hmm, I wonder what the headmaster will say, don’t you think so too Flora?” I said “Ooh! ooh! I think miles is in TROUBLE!” she teased looking at miles.

Miles Pov

“hmm, I wonder what the headmaster will say, don’t you think so too Flora?” Y/N stated.

“Ooh! ooh! I think miles is in TROUBLE!”, I turn around and scan Kate’s face, she looks like she’s scared, then she comes back with a serious face, and I try to look like I don’t know what they were talking about “pfft” Y/N suddenly let out a grin, that bitch.

“So what did the fragile farty want?” I sounded so stupid ugh, “He.. he sent me a list of your home works to answer at home”

“hm, ok” I nod “That sounds fun”.

Your Pov

“That sounds fun” I roll my eyes.

“Ok I’m going” I said as i pick up my breakfast, “Where are you going?” Kate asked “Alright” Miles stands up “and you too miles, you should bring your plate to the kitchen” “I’m going to my room and I will eat my breakfast there” I answered “To my room?” he stated.

“Why don’t you eat here Y/N? and Miles Mrs.Grose made lovely breakfast for us and that would be a polite thing to do guys” she explained

Ms.Jessel would have been better, “But that’s her job right?” I answered “Y/-” “Its ok Y/N, I’ll do it darling, you go on ahead” Mrs.Grose cuts Kate off “Thank you Mrs. Grose” I dash upstairs because I don’t want anymore of the dumb scoldings of Kate.

“Let’s go Flora” Miles ordered her “Its not your job either” he said before flora could help with the dishes.

I hid at the top of the stairs waiting for them.

”Good thing the headmaster didn’t tell her” i said as i leaned back with my toast and juice, “Fuck off Y/N” he sounds pissed, “Infront of flora? how rude” I laugh.

a/n: PART 2? ANYONE?

[bakubabes-tatakae]

hii! pleease can you do a one shot where kakashi and his s/o have sex during the night? like kakashi can't help but grip so tigh her body and all of that with lots of kissing🥺

I tried to make this as fluffy as I could for you nonny. 🥺❤

Tell Me What You Want || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding, 18+ content, fluff

Word Count: 804

Kakashi couldn’t sleep. This hadn’t been anything new. It had become a nightly occurrence for him. The last thing that he had wanted was to wake you up, but he knew that the only thing that had been helping him lately had been cuddling up as close to you as he could. 

The sound of the rain on the room and the faint smell it gave off from the small draft coming in through the windows would normally be enough to help him. His mind was so far into the void lately between taking over the Hokage role and trying to help Sakura and Naruto in anyway that he could that he couldn’t even keep his mind quiet enough to sleep. 

As you felt his arms drape across you, you stirred. You loved the feeling of the weight of his strong arms on you. He nestled his face into your neck as you felt the warmth from his breath on you exposed skin. He noticed you were stirring more than he had intended. His voice was as sleepy as you had ever heard it before as he spoke. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You rolled to your other side to face him. “Can’t sleep again?”

He shook his head and exhaled slightly. “I shouldn’t have to burden you with this. I can go onto the couch if that will disturb you less.”

You placed your hand on both sides of his cheeks and smiled at him. “Kakashi,” He stared back into your eyes with a guilt riddling his face. “Don’t ever feel like a burden. You’re doing this for a reason.” You placed a soft peck to his lips before continuing. “You’re making a better life for you. A better life for Konoha. A place where we can raise children in the future.” 

His face softened some. “I just want something that our kids can be proud of. Something that they’ll want to live in. A place where we won’t have to worry about a threat attacking them whenever they leave the house.”

You knew that Kakashi was going to be a great Hokage. That Kakashi would be the ultimate father, despite trying for weeks you had had no such luck with kids. Kakashi placed his arm over you again and rolled you onto your back, hovering over you. “What do you say we give it another go?”

You smiled at him as you thought about the future, but instead of answering him you roughly placed your lips to his. 

Kakashi broke the kiss and placed his finger over your lips to stop you. “Tell me what you want.”

You brought your lips as close to his ear as you could before whispering. “Put a baby in me Kakashi.”

The silver-haired man spared no time. His hands wandered your body and his lips touched yours again. The blanket that had once covered your now balled up at the end of the bed as he tossed it.

His hands slowly pushed your panties to the side as he rubbed his hand on your folds. Waves of pleasure pulsed through your body as he rubbed circles around it. Kakashi knew exactly how to please a lady and he was never shy about that.

You could feel his erection pressing against your leg as he hovered over you. Kakashi grasped his erection and lined himself up with your entrance.

As he thrust into you you let out a cry. Kakashi smirked as you cried out his name. His girth filled you and small moans filled the room. The louder you were the harder it was for him to hold himself back from pounding into you.

Kakashi couldn’t contain himself any longer as you threw your head back into the pillows. “Fuck, Kakashi.”

Kakaashi grabbed the headboard as his thursts turned rough. He could feel your walls tightening around his cock as the coil in your abdomen started to tighten. “God, you’re so right darling. You’re so perfect for me.”

You wrapped your arms around Kakashi and sunk your nails into his back, leaving scratches down it. He winced a little but fought through the pain. As your cunt clenched around him Kakashi couldnt hold himself back anymore. With a load groan, Kakashi let go of the headboard and emptied himself inside of you.

As he collapsed on the bed next to you he smiled. “Let’s hope this one sticks.” He fought to catch his breath. “There better be a Hatake in there.”

He rolled into his side and placed a hand on your cheek. His face showed nothing but admiration as he watched yours. You placed your hand over his and kissed his inner wrist. “I can’t wait for that time to come Kakashi.”

[therealvalkyrie]

Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 4

the ackerman influence

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.  

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: consumption of alcohol and weed products, intoxication, swearing, pretty dang fluffy

AN: SURPRISE BITCHES it’s out tonight!! An infinite thank you belongs to my beloved @ghostlightprincess for her keen eye for editing and swoon-worthy compliments and encouragements. Seriously, this chapter is dedicated entirely to her. I hope y’all enjoy!! I hope y’all appreciate the love I gave Sasha this chapter because........reasons. Pleease feel free to come scream/squeal/chat in my DMs or askbox! In love with you all<3 ~valkyrie

(read part 3 here)

“Here, thisun ‘sblue!” Hange slurs as she passes you yet another shot glass with Greek letters etched on the side.

“Mmm, I like blue,” you giggle, then clink your shot with hers before you both tip your heads back to pour the liquor down your throats. It tastes inexplicably like turquoise, and you laugh loudly over the thumping dance music in approval. 

The poor freshman charged with staffing the drinks table eyes the pair of you skeptically. “Maybe you two should slow down, you seem like you’ve had enough—”

You round on him, offense written across your face. He’s definitely right, but you aren’t exactly gonna let some pimply, snot-nosed teen tell you how to drink. “Woah, Nelly, this ain’t cocktail hour, this is fuckin’ Greek row an’ I won’t have your judgment,” you waggle a finger in his general direction for emphasis, “harsh my vibe.”

“You tell ‘em, girlfriend,” Hange approves vaguely, hanging off your shoulder.

The freshman holds his hands up in defeat, amused. “No judgment.”

You nod once. 

“C’mon, Han, let’s see if we can find the snacks.”

“Pleeeeeeease…”

You turn away from the drinks table to do just that, angling towards where you remember the kitchen to be — honestly, this frat is huge — and set off through the crowd. Hange trails after you, fingers tangled with yours like they have been all night, yammering on about something you can’t be bothered to follow.

“‘Scuse us, comin’ through, on a mission!” You push past jostling bodies until you reach the far wall and lean against it for the last leg of your epic journey to the fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

Someone calls your name and you look up through squinted eyes to see Sasha leaned up against the counter by the fridge, bowl of chips in her arms and dab pen tucked behind her ear. She’s dressed casually, sweatpants and DIY cropped t-shirt contrasting your jeans and flashy top.

“Sasha! My love! My dearest, sweetest darling!” You stretch your arms wide towards her, Hange jolting forward where you’re connected. “We come in search of snacks.”

Sasha laughs and lazily deposits her bowl on the counter, stepping forward to stabilize you both with a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve come to the right place, my friends.”

She steers you both to sit at the island, wedging you between the only other two people in the kitchen. You vaguely recognize them as soccer players on the university team: a shaggy-haired brunette and a tall blonde. Sasha passes you her dab pen before ambling over to the pantry. You take a hit, then pass it to Hange, who’s looking much better now that she’s sitting down.

“Sash, these your friends?” the blonde asks, peering down at you through red-rimmed hazel eyes. You pluck the pen out of Hange’s limp grasp and offer it to him in greeting, along with a drunk smile. He takes it and grins back.

“Yep,” Sasha confirms with half her body still stuck into the pantry. “It’s the mad scientist one and the architect.”

“Almost architect,” you correct. “Not official until I have my degree! Although, I will agree, Han’s a mad scientist.” You poke her in the side and she swats you away with an eye roll.

“Oh,” the brunette soccer player pipes up from Hange’s other side, now looking at you curiously as well. He’s also high, startling green eyes hooded and posture relaxed. “So you’re Braun’s ex.”

You hide your shudder of distaste by turning back to take a drag off the pen. “Please don’t tell me that’s all I’m known for,” you sigh out with a cloud of smoke.

“Eren, don’t be an ass.” Sasha finally returns with a box of chocolate pretzels and a bag of hot Cheetos. “Pick your poison, hot stuff,” she offers each in turn. You ponder for a second, then reach for the Cheetos. “That’s Eren—” she points to the brunette, who raises a lazy hand “—and that’s Jean—” the blonde reaches for the pretzels. Sasha makes an offended noise and cradles them to her chest.

You introduce both yourself and Hange while Sasha plays defense against Jean’s long reach.

“Sorry,” Eren apologizes to you, leaning over Hange to grab some Cheetos. “I heard what he did to you. Really shitty.” His tone is casual, but the way he’s practically pinning you in place with his eyes makes you twitch.

“Puh-lease,” Hange pulls out the word, long and sarcastic. “‘Twas more than shitty, what that douche did. I’d’ve wrung him out to dry, but she didn’t—”

You cut her off with a sharp poke to her side. “Drop it, Han, I don’t wanna think about it.”

“But— ooh!” She’s sufficiently distracted when you shove your food in front of her face.

“Sorry,” Eren apologizes again.

“S’okay,” you sigh and take another drag, then hold the pen out to him in a peace offering. He smiles slowly and takes it.

“You guys staying over? There’s plenty of room in the basement, and friends of Sasha’s are always welcome.” It’s Jean who offers, returning to his seat beside you with a singular pretzel for his trouble.

“Hmm, might be nice,” Hange muses, but you’re already shaking your head.

“Thank you, but my roommate’d probably have a conniption if I wasn’t home in the morning.”

Hange actually snorts at this, then starts coughing violently because of the hot Cheeto dust suddenly up her nose. You pat her back in mild concern.

“What, they got a stick up their ass or something?” Eren asks.

“Or something. Levi’s just protective.”

“Levi?” Eren’s eyes are suddenly wide, almost fearful. “Levi Ackerman?”

“Yeah.” Your tone edges on defensive. “Why?”

He takes a hit and shrugs before answering. “He’s just my foster sister’s cousin. Interesting family.”

“Oh, you mean Mikasa?” You didn’t know exactly how they were related, but she’d helped Levi move in and it had struck you how eerily similar they were in disposition.

“Yeah, Mikasa. She’s around here somewhere…” As though by magic, he turns to look over his shoulder just as Mikasa and another blonde boy you don’t recognize mosey in from the hallway. She’s leaning down to catch his soft words and he’s talking with his hands, stalling as his eyes light on the little group in the kitchen.

“Oh, hey guys,” he greets. 

“Armiiiin,” Eren greets with a genuine smile. “Come meet some new friends.”

The pair rounds the kitchen island, Armin allowing Eren to pull him in by the arm and Mikasa going to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Sasha. 

“I know you,” Hange pipes up, tilting her head to observe Armin. “You’re in the sophomore biochem class I TA for. Arlert, right?”

Armin ducks his head in a nod. “Yep. Professor LaBelle is a wonder, I had a great time this semester.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Hange’s grin is almost slipping to the dangerous side of intrigued. “I graded your final paper, by the way, and just between us, you set the grade curve.”

He blushes red but his eyes shine with something akin to satisfaction. “Really? That’s a relief, it was a bear to write.”

Eren leans back behind Hange to gesture to you, looking across the kitchen at his foster sister. “Mikasa, this is—”

“—Levi’s roommate,” they say at the same time.

“I know.” Her dark eyes regard you interestedly. “Hi, again,” she greets, saying your name even though she’s maybe heard it once in her life.

“Hi!” You give a small wave.

“What, uh, what,” Jean clears his throat and you look up at him to catch a blush staining across his cheeks and nose. He’s looking at Mikasa. “What’re you guys up to in the basement?”

“We were just going to start a movie, Connie’s setting up the projector,” Mikasa says, eyes flicking from you to Eren. “Wanted to see if you guys wanted to join.”

Jean stands suddenly, his stool rocking from the force of it. “Y-yeah, we’ll join!” Sasha hides a snicker behind her hand.

Eren stands, too, between Armin and Hange, who are still chatting. He looks down at you and says your name like a question. “You coming?”

You find yourself shaking your head again. “I’m so crossed, I think if I even look at a couch I’ll fall asleep. And I, uh,” you yawn, slipping your phone out of a back pocket to check the time. 12:11 AM. “I should be getting home.”

It’s earlier than when you would normally call it quits, but suddenly all you can think about is going home and falling into Levi’s clean, soft-smelling sheets. Plus, it’s the Saturday preceding finals week and tonight was only meant to blow off steam between intense days of studying.

“You stayin’?” You bump Hange with your shoulder, and she looks around at you with wide eyes as though she forgot you were there.

“Hmm?”

“You stayin’ for the movie?”

“We’re watching It: Chapter Two,” Armin supplies, eyes crinkled in excitement.

Hange’s eyes grow impossibly wider behind her glasses and she grabs your elbow a little too hard. “You wouldn’t mind, right? I’ve been meaning to watch it.”

You smile and shake your head. “Wouldn’t mind at all. You stay, I’ll call an Uber.”

The whole group starts migrating in the lazy way drunk and high people do: Mikasa helps Sasha with the snacks; Eren and Jean grab canned drinks from the fridge; Armin and Hange gravitate towards the door, talking fast with words you’ve never heard before. You stay sitting at the island, tapping away at your phone to order a car.

When you stand to find the front door, your high hits you from behind like a fuckin’ baseball bat and you sway dangerously. You whistle through your teeth, low and soft, planting a hand on the counter. Sasha looks over at you in concern, her arms full.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I just… what is in that dab pen?”

She laughs, head tilting back. “Good shit, right? Got that one new last week.”

“For real…” you trail off, getting your bearings.

“Here,” Mikasa starts, piling even more food into Sasha’s arms, “I’ll walk you out. Levi would skin me if he knew I didn’t make sure your driver’s not an ax murderer.”

Normally, you’d protest, but the room really is starting to spin.

“Okay,” you sigh and allow her to hook your arm through hers. She’s surprisingly solid, and you find yourself leaning heavily into her. “How’re you still sober?”

“I don’t drink or smoke,” she answers, gently pushing past Armin standing in the doorway. “Doesn’t affect me, anyway, so it’d just be a waste of money.”

“Huh,” you grunt, then twist to wave to the group. “Night, everyone.”

A replying chorus of “goodnight” chases you and Mikasa through the dark foyer littered with drunken party-goers. 

“Oh, wait,” she pauses with a hand on the doorknob. “Did you bring a jacket?”

“Oh,” you wrinkle your nose and think back to getting ready in the afternoon. It had been unseasonably warm and your coat didn’t match your outfit. “No, I didn’t bring one.”

Mikasa gives you an odd look and deposits you by the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Your body feels light as you lean back, tucking your hands into your armpits so they don’t float away. Your eye catches on movement in the dark shadows by the staircase and you squint, trying to see who’s there. It takes a second, but you eventually make out a pair of people, well… making out. They’re completely absorbed in each other, bodies impossibly close and you giggle quietly to yourself before your stomach rolls. No, don’t think about… too late.

You shut your eyes tight and turn away from the couple to lean sideways against the wall. The image is too similar, too gut-punchingly familiar.

“Didn’t mean what? Didn’t mean to stick your tongue down my best friend’s throat? Didn’t mean to practically fuck your best friend’s girlfriend in public?”

The biting words and stuttered apologies are still rolling around in your head when Mikasa comes back, thick puffer coat in hand. She hands it to you and you mutter a subdued “thanks,” twitching to dislodge the dull pain that’s settled in your ribs.

“It’s Eren’s, but he won’t mind. He doesn’t wear this one a lot, and you can just give it back next time we see you.”

“Right,” you nod, head moving a little too easily as you slip your arms in and fumble with the zipper. The faux fur around the hood tickles your face as Mikasa flips it up over your head. She’s clearly experienced in the art of taking care of intoxicated people.

Outside, you’re grateful you bundled up because the temperature has dropped significantly since the afternoon. Chilly December wind bites at your face and you bury your hands in coat pockets to save them from the same fate. Your fingers brush against something cold and metallic, and before you know it you’re pulling out a fistful of crumby objects: a super plus tampon, the packaging split down the side; two “for her pleasure” condoms; and, inexplicably, a Hot Wheels matchbox car. An ugly snort escapes your nose and Mikasa looks over at you in alarm. You raise up your fist and she chuckles through her nose as well. Squinting in the dim light of a flickering streetlamp, you find the expiration date on the condoms to be several months ago, so you lean over to a convenient trash can and toss both them and the tampon. The matchbox car returns to the pocket. Who knows, maybe Eren’ll miss it if it’s gone.

Mikasa doesn’t look affected by the cold, only winding her red scarf more securely around her neck as you both quietly wait on the sidewalk for your Uber. A quick glance at the app tells you that it’s three minutes away.

“Are you and Levi close?” You find yourself asking into the night sounds of Greek Row on a Saturday night.

You almost think she doesn’t hear you over the sound of a group spilling out of a neighboring sorority, but then she answers.

“Not particularly. We didn’t grow up together and only connected because of Uncle Kenny a couple years ago.” Her tone is light and casual as she talks about her family, as though you should know who Uncle Kenny is. Should I know who Uncle Kenny is?

“Oh,” is all you can think to say.

“We may not be close,” she starts again, eyeing you closely, “but I think we’re very similar. And I can tell he cares a lot about you.”

“Oh. Right.” Your palms are suddenly sweaty in your pockets.

“He may not show it,” her tone is careful, “But he does.”

You smile faintly and kick your boot against the curb. “He does show it, in his own way. He’s been really good to me.” Somehow, it’s easy to talk about this to Mikasa, even when you get all stuttery and weird having an identical conversation with Hange. Maybe it’s the drugs and alcohol, or maybe it’s because there’s not a hint of judgment in Mikasa’s eyes. Either way, it feels good to speak your feelings into the world.

“Good.” She nods and follows your gaze to where you’re still scuffing the curb. “Some unsolicited advice for you: if you ever want anything besides mutual pining to come out of it, you need to be really obvious. Or make the first move outright.”

This makes you stutter and wring your hands, she just puts it so bluntly. “R-right, the first move…. Oh, I think that’s my car.”

“What’s the license plate number we’re looking for?”

You read it out from the app while Mikasa steps to the back of the blue sedan that just pulled up. She nods, confirming it’s the same, then circles to the driver’s side window, which is cracked open.

“Hi,” you greet the driver, a blonde woman in her late twenties, and confirm her name matches the one in the app before sliding into the back seat. Mikasa leans down to murmur something to her and she nods, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“G’night, Mikasa,” you call out the window. “Thanks for everything. And tell Eren thanks for the jacket.”

She waves as the car pulls away. You settle into the quiet hum of the car and let your mind wander. 

Mutual pining. Make the first move outright….

—

“Mikasa texted me,” Levi says by way of greeting as you stumble out of the car and thank your driver. He’s leaning on a lamp post outside your apartment building when your Uber pulls up, jacket and boots pulled on over flannel pajamas. 

“Levi, stand ominously on the sidewalk often?” you ask, dragging out his name long and sing-song.

“Only for you, kid.” He loops an arm around your waist and steers you towards the entryway

“Not a kid,” you grumble, masking the stutter of your heart at his usual pet name for you. Somewhere in the last couple of weeks, it’s gained a weightier significance, at least to you. It’s endearing and a little distancing and charged all at once and it makes your head spin as you climb the stairs up to your floor.

At your door, Levi unlocks it while you drift slowly in a circle next to him, trying to expend the sudden nervous energy you’ve gained in his presence.

The first move, first move, first move… Mutual pining. Mutual.

“What are you muttering about?”

You hadn’t realized you were thinking out loud.

“Nothing,” you say quickly and pass through the door he’s holding open for you. Your momentum carries you farther than you mean to go, and he catches you by the elbow, reeling you back to the coat rack by the door.

“Whose jacket is that?” He shrugs off his own and eyes the faux fur around your face skeptically.

You fumble with the zipper for a second before he sighs and reaches for it himself, stepping into your space. His face is so close to yours you can feel his breath ghosting over your collarbone as he unzips the jacket.

“Eren’s,” you finally answer. “Look.” You pull the matchbox car out of its pocket and show it to Levi with a wide grin. He stares at it for a second, then the tiniest smile twitches onto his lips.

“He’s a weird kid.” It’s almost fond, with an undertone of exasperation.

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s in the art department, too. Graphic design major, marketing minor. I TAed his freshman seminar last year.” Levi slips the coat off your shoulders as he speaks, then hangs it by the loop next to his. 

“Ah, that makes sense,” you muse, wandering farther into the apartment. “He looked terrified when I mentioned you. What’d you do to those poor freshmen?”

“Nothing they didn’t deserve.”

“...ominous,” you hiss, your eyes wide as you let him gently push you into your room. The nervous energy hasn’t quite been expended, and you find your hands wringing with it. Suddenly, you’re rambling about your night as he sits you down on your bed among the laundry that’s taken residence there in its disuse. The stupid song they played at the first frat; Sasha’s excellent food; the blue mystery shot.

“It tasted like turquoise, I swear, Levi! It was like magic!” Your eyes are wide, insistent as you lean forward into his space.

“How does something taste like turquoise?” He ducks his head to avoid your face, fingers untying the knotted laces of your boots.

“You’re the artist, you tell me.”

“I don’t eat my paint.”

“Not even once? Not gonna lie, your paint looks very tasty, sometimes…”

“Are you always this annoying when you’re high?” He tugs the second boot off your foot as you let yourself fall back onto your bed.

“Come on, you love me,” you crow to the ceiling. Mutual pining.

Levi mutters something under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. Where do you keep your pajamas?” He stands and looks around your room.

“Middle drawer, left side,” you direct, lazily motioning to your dresser with an arm. Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to Levi pick his way across the floor and slide the drawer open.

Normally, you can get yourself in bed after a night out just fine. Normally, you slip into the apartment making as little noise as possible, and fall into bed without Levi even waking up. But it feels nice to have his steady hands on you when it feels like your organs might start floating apart at any second. It’s anchoring and reassuring and you can feel the safety of being near him lulling you into a doze.

Come on, you love me.

You shoot up to sitting, mind whirling and chest tight. “L-Levi?”

“What.”

“D-do…” Do you love me? “Do you think I’m pretty?” It feels petty in your mouth and you immediately regret the words, but it would be worse to try and take them back, so you just bite your lip and look down at the floor.

A hand plops onto the top of your head. Levi’s gray eyes meet yours, soft with something you can’t describe, when he tilts your head up. He’s quiet for a moment, then reaches his other hand to thumb your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

“I think you’re very pretty.”

--

(read part 5 here)

[palettepainter]

Big Brother

Mother instincts may have hit Chikara hard, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t need a littel reassurance every now and then 

(aka - please accept this small story of Higari comforting a tired Chikara)

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“Aw, come on..please, go to sleep..”

The UA teachers' dorms were mostly quiet, save for the tired, soft voice of an exhausted mother. In her arms, Chikara gently rocked her son. He had long tuckered himself out and his wails had turned to tiny sniffly whimpers. His eyelids would slowly drop and almost close, before he’d jerk them back open again. 

“Twinkle twinkle little star, it’s time for you to sleep already..” Chikara watched hopefully as Hoshi’s eyes almost closed, before he let out a tiny sneeze and they snapped back open. Chakra sighed

“Pleease..” She resorted to begging as she looked down into Hoshi’s watery eyes “Mummy needs sleep too ya know..” In response, Hoshi gurgled and stuffed a lock of his mothers hair into his mouth to chew on. Chikara easily fished it out and tucked it behind her ear, only for Hoshi to whine louder 

Chikara sighed again

Knock Knock

She wouldn’t have heard if the room wasn’t so quite, but someone had knocked at the door. Who could that be?? Couldn’t be Ken, he wasn’t due back till tomorrow, Chikara slowly placed Hoshi down into his crib and walked to the door, barely stifling a yawn as she cracked it open to greet the visitor

Said visitor blinked at her tired state “Wow..You look like shit” Higari deadpanned

Chikara gave a strained smile “How kind of you to notice” Chikara pushed the door open wider, allowing light from her still lit dorm to flood into the hallway “What do you want?” she whispered

Higari rocked on his heels and shrugged “Decided I wanted to take a leisurely stroll..”

At that moment, from within the dorm, Hoshi began to cry again. Chikara visibly seemed to sink down as her head flopped back with a tired groan “And also see how you’re holdin’ up'' Higari finished 

Chikara turned back into the home with Higari following behind and closing the door. He followed Chikara, who he found in the bedroom by the crib. “No matter what I do he won’t sleep..” Chikara explained “I’ve tried everything: rocking him, singing to him, seeing if he’s hungry. Nothing” Hoshi whined louder when Chikara’s arms became still, Chikara blinked, her arms resuming their rocking motion which she hadn’t realised had stopped ���At this point I think he’s crying just to make noise”

Higari hummed “Maybe” he moved towards the bed and sat down, patting the space next to him “Come on, you look like you need a seat more than me” Chikara complied, not having the strength to argue or bargain

“You don’t have to come and check on me you know” Chikara muttered, peering down to her brother “I’m capable of handling things myself” Higari nodded “Yeah” he said “..But you sure don’t look like it”

Chikara scowled, frowning deeply “You said yourself that Riley is heavy sleeper, you don’t get to comment on this” 

Once again, Higari nodded “True, she is” for a moment Chikara thought she had won the battle, only for Higari to turn round to her again and say “But as your big brother, I do get to comment on it”

“Oh here we go again..” Chikara pinched the skin between her eyes

“Chikara-” Higari started, Chikara could already imagine what he was going to say next: so she beat him to the punch. “Ugh, Higari you put on this stuck record everytime! Ain’t it just about worn out by now?”

Higari cocked his brow but didn’t move “Chikara-”

“I get it, alright! “You should make sure you’re getting enough rest”,“Don’t forget to check the bath temperature before giving Hoshi a bath”, “The more tired you are the less likely you’ll get things done” blah blah blah” She badly mimicked her brothers voice, leading to Higari further raising him brow at her immaturity. “Chikara-”

Chikara pointed a finger at him “Look just because you and Ecto have this parenting thing down already doesn’t mean I need your help, okay?” while Chikara continued, Hoshi had managed to grab at a lock of his mothers hair, instantly bringing it to his mouth to nom on “I can do this parenting thing just as - if not BETTER - than you! I can do this SO easily!”

Higari once again, didn’t move under his sisters annoying glare “Hm..” he unhurriedly pointing a finger towards Hoshi “He’s chewin’ your hair again”

Chikara blinked, muttering a confused ‘Huh?’ under her breath. “Wha-Hoshi!” Chikara tried to pry the lock of hair away from him, only this time Hoshi tucked back. Chikara flinched, biting her lip as Hoshi threatened to yank her hair out by it’s roots. “Ow!-” she squeaked, trying and failing again to get Hoshi’s grabby little hands to release her

Higari watched, only slightly amused at her suffering with his head in his hand

After two minutes of failing, Chikara inhaled “...Can you uh..give me a hand?” she asked shyly, sounding ashamed. 

Easily, Higari reached over and lightly tapped the end of his finger on Hoshi’s nose. The tiny tots eyes went cross eyed, utterly perplexed, with his attention diverted Higari swiftly pulled the lock of hair from his mouth, Chikara was quick to brush it over her shoulder out of Hoshi’s reach 

“...Thanks” 

“No problem” Higari said paired with a shrug

A rare moment of silence passed over them, the only noise being the distant ticking off the clock from the hallway. “Here, lemme hold him for a bit” Higari said, holding his arms out towards Hoshi. Chikara glanced down to him and then Higari, before handing him over

With her arms free Chikara sighed and flopped her head forward, dragging her hands through her hair

“..You know I wasn’t gonna say any of those things” Higari said, letting Hoshi chew on the end of his finger. Chikara peered at him through the corner of her eye “What were you gonna say then?..” she asked, only sounding mildly sarcastic

“I was just gonna say you should take a shower, you’re startin’ to smell” Higari said, honest as always 

Chikara instantly snapped her head up to him with a glare that could crack rock. Higari snickered “Oh you fu-”

“Ah ah ah” Higari mockingly waved his finger and then gestured to Hoshi “We have a child present”

Chikara looked between the two, looking to be struggling to think of a curt reply. Higari’s smug grin widened in the face of her defeat, more so when Hoshi innocently gurgled something incoherent and waved a hand towards Chikara. 

“..You did that on purpose” Chikara narrowed her eyes, managing to swallow her urge to argue back. At her funny expression Hoshi giggled, Chikara blinked down at him “Don’t take HIS side!” Chikara said while throwing a hand out to Higari 

Chikara let out a long, loud groan, burying her face in her hands “Did you come here to comfort me or annoy me?” 

“Both” Higari replied rather quickly “..But mostly to comfort” his smug look turned soft and caring, something that only a select few close to him got to see. Through the gaps in her fingers Chikara looked at him “You really don’t have to do all this by yourself you know..” Higari started “Me and Ecto are just down the hall”

“And keep you away from sleep too?” At that very moment, Chikara let yawn “I can’t do that..plus you guys have jobs, you’re teachers”

“That’s true” a pause “..But I’m also your brother”

Chikara lowered her hands from her face to give Higari a raised brow “You gonna go all mushy on me now?” 

“Chikara”

...Chikara sighed “Sorry...sorry” she shook her head, rubbing shyly at her neck “I’m just...” she hesitated, searching for the right words “I’m not good at this..” she finished “Not good like Ken or you and Ecto!” she sighed again “He’s nearly one and I still can’t get him down for a nap!”

“Chikara you’re brand new at this” Higari stated the obvious “Of course you’re still gonna be figurin’ things out”

“You got it so easily though!” Chikara turned towards Higari and gestured to Hoshi, whom in the past five minutes of Higari holding him had already seemed to calm down “How did you learn all of this??”

Higari looked off at the opposite wall to collect his thoughts “...Well-” he shrugged “I just..learnt”

Chikara gave him a look, showing how much she believed him “I’m serious!” Higari defended, sensing Chikara’s distaste over how simply he had put it. “Sure I was old enough to help Mum and Dad with you and Taiho when you were little, but with your own kids it’s..” Higari made a rolling gesture with his wrist “..Different”

“Different how?” Chikara asked with an eyeroll, still not believing him. Before speaking Higari took in Chikara’s appearance: her hair was matted and greasy from the obvious lack of showering, the shirt she was wearing was wrinkled and had a small stain by the collar, and the joggers she was wearing he had seen her wear two days prior. “Because each kid is different”

Before Chikara could give him a sarcastic reply, Higari held up his hand “Let me finish” he said sternly. Chikara narrowed her eyes before sighing, gesturing for him to continue “..Each kid is different. Taiho when he was little liked to go splashin’ in puddles, you liked to go jumpin’ in the mud” 

“..What does puddles and mud have to do with-”

“Work with me here” Higari interrupted her “What I’m sayin’ is that you can have all the experience in the world caring for kids, but there’s no book or step by step guide that prepares you for real parenting!” Higari shrugged “So Cementoss is better at putin’ Hoshi to bed, so what? You're the one that’s better at gettin’ him to eat his food”

Chikara averted her gaze, seeming far more interested in the floor. “It’s just...” Chikara’s hands rested on her knees, nails picking at the fabric “I need to be able to do this by myself..” Chikara’s fingers gripped at her joggers, still not meeting Higari’s gaze, which she could tell was on her. “Sure Ken went away for just the weekend, but what if he’s gone for longer?? What if he’s called for some hero mission or somethin’?? W-What if you’re called for the same mission and you’re both gone!” Chikara’s shoulders tensed, her eyes shiny as her voice began to waver “I need to be able to do this by myself! I can’t just just rely on you or Ken being there all the time for me! I-If I can’t learn how to do this by myself then- then-”

Higari’s hand on her shoulder made her stop “Hey”

...Chikara sighed, rubbing tiredly at her face, eyes closed yet clearly watery with how she tried to discreetly wipe them without Higari noticing “Calm down and take a breath..” Higari reassured, hand now rubbing Chikara’s back as she did so, inhaling and exhaling through her nose “...Sorry...” she murmured barely above a whisper

“For what? Worrying?” Higari tilted his head “You know it’s normal for people to do that right?” he asked, trying to crack some humour. When Chikara didn’t laugh, Higari turned serious again “..Look Chi, I know how stressful parenting is - it ain’t easy for anybody! So you ain’t got all the tricks figure out yet, big deal”

“It IS a big deal-”

“-But that's why you learn” Higari finished, not leaving Chikara room to argue “The way I see it: you’ve been busting your ass this weekend to take care of your kid by yourself for pretty much the first time since he was born. The kid got funny with you when you tried to put him down for a nap, what baby hasn’t done that?? Even Riley’s been funny with naptime once or twice.”

Finally, Chikara looked up to Higari, eyes half lidded and glossy from tired tears “Stop beating yourself up over this, for what it’s worth I think you’re doing a great job with this whole parenting thing! Hoshi’s like a lil koala bear with you - if that doesn’t prove you’re doing a good job I don’t know what will”

Chikara and Higari sat in silence, Chikara processing her brother's advice, Higari giving her the silence she needed to calm down. Chikara sniffled, rubbing her nose on her sleeve and turning away slightly from Higari to collect herself, she felt silly crying. She’d always been so sure in what she was doing or had done, this was all so new to her, it was..scary 

She swallowed “Higari-”

“Shhh” Higari pressed his finger on Chikara’s lips “He’s asleep”

Chikara looked down to Hoshi, who had lost the battle against sleep. He was happily curled in a perfect ball, hands tucked to his face and twitching every so often as he dreamed

Chikara sighed “Lil stubborn bugger..” 

“I can see where he gets it from” Higari said, his trademark grin pulling at his face “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree it seems” 

“Har har” 

Carefully Higari gently handed Hoshi back to Chikara, he hardly stirred thank goodness. Chikara stood and walked towards his crib, slowly lowering him down and tucking the blanket lightly over him - only then did Chikara sigh and wipe at her forehead “Finally..” 

“Bet you’re glad he’s asleep huh?” Higari quietly slid off the bed as Chikara turned round “Now I think it’s time YOU get some rest” he said, jabbing a finger to Chikara and then to the bed. Chikara loved her sleep enough as it was, so when she was at last given the chance to rest she didn’t need to be told twice

Walking the small space between the crib and the bed felt like a chore as her feet dragged along the carpeted floor. With a dramatic flop she fell face first sideways onto the bed, her body instantly curling up into the comfort of the blankets. Higari rose his brow and held back the urge to laugh “Don’t you wanna get under the covers?” he asked

“This is fine..” Chikara mumbled, sounding in pure bliss as she snuggled more into the blankets 

“You’ll probably be warmer and comfier if you slept the right way ya know...”

“Mhm, interestin’...” Chikara drawled, her eyelids heavy as her breathing slowed, her blinks drowsy as she was pulled closer and closer to sleep. Higari didn’t move until her eyelids closed and he was certain she was asleep.

“Idiot” he chuckled, tip-toeing to the bedside lamp and carefully switching it off, Chikara’s soft snores already reaching his ears. Vaguely, if Higari listened closely, he could hear her muttering nonsense in her sleep

“Mngh...rice...needs rice...” Obviously she was dreaming about food

“Snrck-” Higari covered his mouth and quickly glanced to the baby crib, Hoshi had moved a little but didn't seem to be awake. Chikara would have his head if he dared to wake him now. 

Soundlessly Higari left the room, carefully pulling the door up on his way out. He’d spare Chikara the teasing this time around, she needed a good rest after all

//BONUS//

Cementoss heaved a sigh as he closed the door to his apartment, that mission had been more tiring then he thought it would be. All well, at least he was home now. He naturally felt himself smile as he walked further into the home, happy to be somewhere familiar

Upon walking in further however he noticed how it was oddly quiet, usually Chikara would hear the door close and come to investigate who it was, that or Hoshi would start gurgling and cooing.

He rose a brow “Chikara?” no answer, he hummed again. Perhaps she was sleeping? Chikara was quite a heavy sleeper 

Making his way to the bedroom it was obvious that Chikara was clearly sleeping, evident in the snoring he heard as he got closer and closer to the door. Peeking his head inside, while being cautious to not startle her awake, Cementoss stepped in- and then blinked

“...Higari, what are you doing?”

Higari eyed the black market he was using the scrawl over Chikara’s face and then Cementoss “...Nothing”

Cementoss hummed. He slowly looked over towards the baby crib, noting how it was emtpy “..Where is Hoshi?”

“With Ecto and Riley..”

“Ah..”

Silence

“...I don’t think she’s going to be very pleased with you” Cementoss said, looking down to his still sleeping wife, who’s forehead and cheeks had been vandalized with the market Higari held. Higari looked between the marker and his sisters face ��Probably not...”

Higari leaned back up and pulled the marker away “Which is why-” he clicked the lid back atop his pen and made to slide off the bed to flee the scene of the crime “-I shall leave you to greet her when she wakes up. Animals are less likely to kill their mates god speed”

Cementoss narrowed his eyes, mouth opening and closing “...Did you just compare Chikara to an animal-”

“Mngh..” Chikara groggily sat up and yawned, like a bear waking from winter. She sat up, stretching her arms up high above her head and cracking her back. Higari froze, having no time to run or even think of hiding when Chikara lazily turned her head in their direction 

“Hm?..Oh- OH! Ken! Welcome back! How long have you been here?”

“I just...got back” Cementoss said, eyes occasionally flicking down to Higari in worry 

“...Why are you glancing like that- What? Higari what are you doin’ here?”

“Uuuhhhh….” Higari tried and failed to think of a believing excuse

Chikara, still confused on what was going on, and not getting answers from either of them, started to glance around the room in search for a clue on what could be wrong - and that was when she happened to glance into the bathroom and into the mirror above the sink. She blinked...unhurriedly, she glanced down to her brother, who was holding the crime weapon in hand.

Higari noticed her looking and quickly pocketed the pen away 

Chikara inhaled….then smiled calmly “Cementoss, is Hoshi here?”

Cementoss was surprised at how calm she was handling this, to the point it made him more concerned “Uhm- n-no” he answered “Higari said he’s with Ectoplasm adn Riley”

Chikara nodded “Ah, okay then! Can you do a favour hun? Can you take maybe uh” Chikara hummed “Three steps to the left?“ 

When Chikara only continued to smile Cementoss slowly raised a brow “Oh..kay?” he said awkwardly, taking three steps to the left as he was asked. Doorway now free Higari turned to Chikara and then the hallway “...Welp!” He smacked his hands together, Chikara’s smile making him feel unnerved “Nice to see you’re feelin’ better Chi!” Higari turned on his heel and began to hurriedly march out the room, perhaps if he was lucky Chikara wouldn’t notice him leaving when she went to greet Cementoss “Ill see you late-EEARGH!”

That was until Chikara tackled him

[maya-writess]

Hi,

Yeah it's not Maya it's me Shreya and um we lost Maya today morning. It came as a shock but she was at the hospital yesterday evening there she must have caught the virus but we lost her to a heart attack today morning. I did not know what to do and I physically haven't talked to anybody at all. I found out that Maya had a diary and she'd given it to me.

She's not one for sentiment but she wrote everything in this diary. Literally everything. So I read it and I quote " shreya I know you're reading this but if I die bro pleease go make a long ass post on Tumblr I hope it gets more notes than my fics and like imagine what would happen?"

And she also wrote a page or so about some real close friends in her drafts she had a friend appreciation post with mood boards planned and all of that which I shall post after a few days maybe.

I know it's tough for me but she shared a bond with each one of her mutuals on this platform. She made it a point to talk to ATLEAST one of you everyday and she used to get so mad if she couldn't get to answer asks or requests, belive me , I'm her younger sister I know. I don't know how much she's told anyone about anything at all in her life because she kept things very private and I was cool with it. Tumblr did mean a lot to her and so did the people she met here.

In her diary one more thing that she wanted me to do was take over her account and not tell anyone about it but she changed her mind. She wanted me to not delete the account but make the inbox a rant space for literally anyone.

I will not check the askbox. You guys can literally rant till the word limit or more and if you need someone to respond let me know. She wanted me to do this because she saw a lot of people getting hate and she wanted to rant when she got hate but she felt like a burden and she talked to me about it. Hate is something we can't stop but we can reduce it hopefully. So if anyone needs to talk this inbox will always be open

I have no idea what Maya was doing yesterday but if she cut things off I'm sorry. I don't want to tag people but if you see this I just want you to know that you're valued.

Guys, you're here for god knows how long so make life worth it. My sister was not somebody with a perfect life but she went through everything with a smile. Try to cheer up people, check in on your loved ones and your friends, give them a hug. Give yourself 'me time' too! Bake, dance , sing do something that makes you happy.

If you were close to Maya you'll know that she put others before herself at any cost. And to those with whom she didn't have a good relationship with I really don't know what to say. So what I'm trying to say is that this blog will stay and is a hate free space. If you wanna listen it's there. If you need a response I'm there and I hope I can be half as good as Maya's pep talks. So spread love, encourage others and ngl some people need to grow tf up ffs.

It's what Maya would have wanted...

~ Shreya

[meeyter]

hello, this is my first blog so please don’t judge.

You can call me meeyter (me-e-ter) or anything else!

So a few details, yes, this is a tickle fic. Dream smp, or more specificly about Dreamwastaken and Georgenotfound.

Also my AU for this story is George busted Dream outa jail and forgave him. Sapnap also forgave Dream.

So so so so SO PLANTIC

Just a little LITTLE bit of angst.

P.S. Five is Dream’s safe word. Why five, you may ask. It was the first thing that came to mind.

Anyways onto the story.

It was a pretty clear day outside of L’Manburg. The Dream Team had planned on going exploring but Sapnap canceled last second. So Dream and George decided to continue plans without him. Dream and George weren’t really in the mood to explore like usual so they agreed to hang out at George’s house. (I mean where else would they go, Dream’s house? Sorry mean joke-) George went to fetch something from his room and Dream was laying on the floor. Right. Next. To. The. Couch. (I do the same thing) When George came back he just stared at Dream for half a second then turned on the tv. Dream, who was half asleep, muttered something then laid his head down on the hard floor. “Dream, there is a couch right next to you.” George got no response other than a light snore. To be honest he was a little upset. He worked his butt off so he can get a nice couch and no one ever used it. But he didn’t think anymore of it. Dream’s snores just got louder from there. George was originally planning on just letting the man sleep. But he couldn’t even hear his own thoughts let alone the tv. George stood next to where Dream was sleeping and gently kicked his side. Dream did more then wake up. He woke up, jumped across the room and yelped. Saying George was confused was an understatement, but I can‘t think of a better word to use. “You ok?” George walked over to him. “Y-Yeah, sorry just scared me.” Dream was curled up into a ball. George gently needed shapes into Dream’s sides, hoping to calm him a bit. Dream let out a few giggles then instantly slammed his hand over his mouth stopping any more giggles from escaping. George then had an idea. “Dream, how about insurance training?” Dream just readjusted and nodded. Heh, George was evil. He grabbed Dream’s wrists and held them with one hand. The other hand poked his stomach a few times. Without any fight at all Dream had giggles streaming out. Dream luckily had his mask over his face. Dream had his mask adjusted to where you could only see part of his mouth. “Gehahorge!” “Yes Dreamie? What is it?“ George was acting innocent. “Stahahap” Dream didn’t really want George to stop but if he didn’t say stop he’d get teased for liking it“Stop what? You are laughing so I see no reason to stop.” George chuckled. “Plehahse Geohahrhahge!” He doesn’t mean it. “Pleease Georggeee” George light-heartedly mocked. George used his free hand to prod at Dream’s ribs. Dream snorted. “WOW, Tenchno that you?” George asked Dream jokingly. “NahaHOHO!” Dream screeched this time. George looked down to his where his hands were. George was tickling Dream’s armpits. “Awwww~ Does Dreamie have ticklish ticklish armpits?~” George planned of teasing Dream about the light blush you could see on his ears. But decided not to. George now poked and prodded at Dream’s hips. Dream screamed “FIHAHAVE!” George instantly stopped “Bad spot?” “Inhahsanhahely.” “Y’know, if Sapnap found out about your hips. Hell would Break lose.“ George chuckled standing up. “You wouldn’t dare.” Dream said standing up too. “Oh I would.” George bolted for the door before tackled by the mask wearing boy. “We’ll see about that.” Duh, Duh, Duhhhhhh.

DONE DONE DONE IT TOOK MOTIVATION BUT I DID IT! Part two? Maybe? Idk?

[sassyhobbits]

"Why are you awake right now?" FOR ROWAELIN PLEEASE

enjoy this one!

~~~

Rowan was thoroughly passed out when sound of his phone ringing cut through his peaceful sleep. Normally, he would ignore any call that came for him past twelve, but unfortunately for him, he recognized this ringtone. Aelin had set it herself.

Rowan groaned and peeled his eyes open, grabbing his phone and answering.

“Why are you awake right now?” he grumbled out as a form of greeting.

“I’m outside your door,” Aelin’s familiar voice came through the phone. “Can you please let me in?”

“What the fuck…” Rowan whispered mostly to himself, checking the time. 2:30am. He rolled lazily out of bed, not bothering to shrug on a shirt. He threw open the door, shuffling over the hardwood floor of the halls. He tried to keep quiet for Lorcan’s benefit, knowing his roommate was asleep in the other side of the house.

Rowan reached the front door, not bothering to glance out the peephole before opening it. Aelin Galathynius stood there, wearing an oversized sweatshirt that he was pretty sure she had stolen from him in the past, golden hair tossed up messily. Even in her casual clothes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He had been best friends with Aelin since sophomore year of college. They had despised each other before then, but being forced to work together on a project had allowed them to come to an understanding that morphed into friendship… and eventually, something more. For Rowan at least. He wasn’t sure what went through Aelin’s head. She was always thinking, creating, scheming… it was one of the reasons he was so drawn to her.

But he had to keep his distance. Aelin was involved with someone, had been dating him for a little over six months. Rowan could still remember the bitter disappointment that cut through him when she had mentioned offhand that she had started seeing a man named Chaol Westfall.

She had seemed happy at first, those first few weeks of puppy love. Rowan had met him on a handful of occasions. Chaol seemed like a nice enough man. Rowan just couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t right for her. He couldn’t put a finger on why exactly. Maybe he was just hoping they were wrong together, though he knew it was wrong of him to think. He should be hoping for her happiness for now and long into the future.

Yet, Rowan couldn’t help but watch when they were together. Curled up on the couch side by side, sharing casual kisses and touches, always knowing that they would leave together after a party, would spend the night together in bed. Rowan knew he was jealous. And it was an awful emotion.

Aelin seemed unharmed, but there was something in her eyes. Fatigue, maybe. Sadness? He thought about what she had mentioned about her day. All he could remember was her mentioning she was going out with Chaol that evening.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, voice still raspy from sleep.

She gave a stiff bob of the head. “Yeah, it’s just… can I come in?”

Rowan nodded, stepping aside and allowing Aelin into his apartment.

“Salvaterre here?” Aelin asked quietly.

“Yeah. Asleep. We can head back into my room.”

He knew it was something he should think twice about. Inviting Aelin into his room so late, especially when she was dating someone. It wasn’t anything they had thought twice about before in the past. They had slept in the same bed plenty of times before, nothing romantic about it. Still, Aelin had stopped staying the night since she started dating Chaol. Rowan understood, but he still missed her. Missed that extra bit of intimacy.

Rowan shut the door behind them as Aelin plopped down on his unmade bed, hanging her head in her hands with a heavy sigh. He sat down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her back.

“Aelin, what happened?”

She released a shuddering breath before sitting up, eyes gleaming in the sliver light of the moon. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Chaol. He, uh… he- we… we broke up tonight.”

Rowan blinked, wondering if he had heard her correctly. But… he had. It was true. They had broken up.

“Oh. Oh gods, Aelin. I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

Aelin sniffed and wiped at her face. “Yes. I think so at least.” She released a small, bitter laugh. “Is it weird to say that I’m almost relieved?”

Rowan hesitated, not knowing exactly what to say. “Were things… bad?”

Aelin shrugged. “It wasn’t really bad. I mean, he wasn’t being cruel and we weren’t fighting constantly. It’s just… for the past couple months or so, I got this feeling that what we wanted from each other, from the future… wasn’t the same.”

“What happened tonight then?”

“We were at dinner, and we were talking. Chaol mentioned something about marriage. I tensed up. He noticed. We talked about it on the way home, argued. He said I didn’t love him the way he loved me. I said he didn’t love me, he loved the version he had created in his head. It got a bit nasty. He called me some not so nice names. We didn’t end on the best of terms.”

Rowan’s jaw clenched. The idea of Chaol spewing insults at Aelin made him see red.

“You didn’t tell me,” Rowan said, the fact hurting more than he thought it would. “That you had been feeling that way for so long.”

Her eyes flickered towards her hands in her lap. “It’s not easy to talk about, you know? I didn’t tell anyone about it. Maybe I should have. Someone would have talked some sense into me and we could have made a cleaner end.”

“Do you need me to kick his ass?” Rowan asked.

Aelin released a short laugh. “No. I can kick his ass all by myself, thank you.”

Rowan wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “I know you can, Ace.”

She sniffed and hugged him back, resting her head against his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. “I left my apartment to clear my head and I left my keys inside. Lysandra is with Aedion tonight so I won’t get back in until tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Aelin. You’re always welcome here.”

She smiled and it warmed Rowan’s heart. She detangled herself from Rowan, taking the right side of the bed, her favorite. Apparently, they hadn’t changed since she had started dating Chaol. He took the other side, helping to fix the comforter and get her tucked in properly.

They settled on their sides, facing one another.

“I missed this,” Aelin confessed softly, reaching out and placing a hand on his cheek.

Rowan covered her hand with his own, relishing in her touch. “I missed it too.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, scooting an inch or two closer to him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Rowan.”

He smiled, breathing in her flowery scent, admiring the contours of her face highlighted in the cool moonlight. He would do anything for this woman, he knew.

“You’ll never have to find out, Ace.”

[quirrrky]

Can I ask for a jealous reader & how the kamaboko gang reacts plus any pillar? pleease. thank you :)

HEADCANONS: Kamaboko Squad and Giyuu with a jealous s/o

Hello anon!!! I super love this request. It’s very cuuute and I hope you enjoy the scenarios I thought out. Feel free to drop more requests! 💖

tanjirou

It’s sure you’re jealous because Tanjirou’s kindness just overflows to basically everybody

Sometimes it made you feel so not special like you’re not his s/o or something

But you didn’t tell him this because you don’t want him to misunderstand

However, it’s Tanjirou we’re talking about…so no matter how hard you try to and hide it, he’ll def sniff it

“Y/N, you’re upset about me, right?” He’d straightforwardly ask, allowing you to explain it further yourself.

Tanjirou just wanted to hear you out if you wanted to tell him something if not, then he’ll respect you

Whether or not you told him about what exactly it was, didn’t really matter, he just liked to cheer you up

He’d hold your hand and look directly to your eyes

Looking up above the night sky, he’d point out to the many stars that glistened. “There are many of them shining out there. For me, they are all equally beautiful like that…”

“But you’re not among them…” He continued as he let you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Because to me, you’re the only one that shines the brightest at night.” He said as he turned his head towards the moon

Warmth filled you with his loving words. His statement was enough testament of how much he viewed you in a special manner

You responded to him with an adoring smile. “The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

He responded with a nod and, “Just as you are.”

zenitsu

“Y-YN, a-are you jealous?” Zenitsu asked fully knowing why

Zenitsu’s a lover of the ladies…He’s a ladies man and attentive to them and their needs

This was what brought you to be very attracted to him

You’re his princess, his one and only

However, it didn’t help that he stopped hitting on other women ever since he met you, because now his sweetness towards you also caught the attention of other ladies

Now…even the village ladies knew his name and his gentlemanly ways

Ofc, he was very chivalrous towards them, as usual

Not that you’re being selfish…

But this new girl in town didn’t seem to know that and she continuously needed Zenitsu’s help on many personal occasions

And yes, you mind

You just turned your back at Zenitsu’s question as he very much knew the answer

He tightly hugged you from behind and rubbed his nose at the back crook of your neck

“Y/N~ Don’t get mad at me, please. I promise I’ve got nothing for her. You’re the only one for me and you know that.”

Zenitsu didn’t latch off from you until you loosened up and turned to look at him

“You’re the only one for me too.” You said, hiding your face on the plane of his chest

“Y/N!~” He crooned near your ear and whispered. “I only have my eyes for you. I’ll definitely let her know that.”

inosuke

Inosuke’s a tough guy and his strength can definitely attract attention

And the attention the other women were giving him, was not attractive for you at all

They mused about his toned muscles and that pretty face, like…who wouldn’t right?

But when they started to wanna touch him…

Welp, it’s a different thing…

It’s more different when he’d just let them

You know that he thought that he’s just showing his power to his underlings but…

C’mon, we all know that it was not what the reality was!

And yeah, you may try to play the mind game on him just for him to get that, eherm, you’re damn jealous

But Inosuke won’t get that…Like, what does jealous mean, after all?

So you told him, in a joking manner, that he looked better when he had his boar’s hide over his head and probably a shirt on

Inosuke felt that there’s a strong negative presence going on with you

You told him that you didn’t feel comfortable with other girls hitting on him like that,,,

“WHAAAAAAT?!” He reacted. “What do you mean? What is that?”

You tried to explain everything to him, but what he got was…

You’re sorta’ competing with those of the female species like…in the wild y’know…

“Argh! What are you feeling bad about?” He started.

Inosuke continued with how only the strongest woman can be matched up to him and that was you.

He kept on and on about it and even the passersby looked at the both of you

It was embarrassing but, yeah, it was heartwarming.

With a wide grin, he proudly pulled you close to him, “Those women surely got nothing on you!”

giyuu

You know that Giyuu was detached to most people and you know that you are the exception

However, at the very start of your relationship, it didn’t look like that

Because he looked like his #single self even when you’re together

You thought that he wasn’t a fan of PDA and took it in consideration

Giyuu was so mysterious, he’s damn interesting together with that handsome straight face he’s sporting

So it was no shock when a girl was obviously hitting on him

You just let slip though, because he’s distant and he let her know that

But when that kind of event happened often and those girls didn’t even consider you as his s/o…even if when you’re standing close to him…

You just know that there’s something wrong

Another girl bit the dust and now..you just couldn’t bear to look at what’s happening

You turned your head to the other side and avoided the scene

The both of you continued walking and you still avoided looking him in the eyes because you didn’t know how to exactly spell it out for him

You’re both adults…It’s embarrassing to say that you’re jealous…

“Y/N, something’s up with you.” He said in a simple and calm manner, but the little shift in his tone, gave away his slight nervousness

His gaze never left you, not even saying any word.

Regardless how much you try to avoid him… You still took time to explain to him what you’re fussing about

After all, you’re not jealous because he was being close to those girls. Giyuu kept distance from them pretty well

It’s more like he looked just as distant to you even when you’re his girlfriend

His eyes became softer the moment he heard you

You assured him that you know how much he loves you, it’s just that…you’re no longer friends anymore and you both are more so you gotta act like it

Giyuu gulped and averted his gaze while processed everything over his head

Still strolling, Giyuu suddenly pulled you by the waist and, without a word, placed a kiss on your lips. Shocking you and catching the attention of the bystanders

“G-Giyuuu!” You quietly reacted as you covered half of your reddened face in embarrassment.

“See.” He dry gulped and looked away hiding his embarrassing blush. “I’m not really good at this to begin with, that’s why.”

“M-Maybe…” You started as you held his hand. “We can start with something like this first.”

Your eyes met briefly but both of you quickly turned away, still shy from what happened

Still flushed, you heard him murmured, “I’m nobody else’s. I’m only yours.” Then, he tightened his hold on your hand.