#lys’s drabbles

[sunlightandsuffering]

This oen started out more fun but honestly I got tired of looking at it!!

Showing up wearing matching halloween costume 

“Are you serious right now?” Mikasa asks, her voice infused with more attitude than she thought possible. Eren glowers back at her, “How about you, are you serious? I can’t believe you.” “You’re the one who copied my costume.” 

“Are you serious Mikasa? It was my idea.” “Absolutely not,” Mikasa argues back, “I was the one who said I’d make a really hot Cat Woman, and you wouldn’t be a bad Batman–” She is cut off as Eren takes a menacing step closer, nose to nose now, mask to mask, the green of his eyes shining murderously through his dark-night mask, “I was the reason we were watching Batman at all!” “So! You watch Batman all the time, that doesn’t mean you can have the credit for this–” “There’s no way you would have come up with it on your own–” “Would you two just kiss already?” Sasha comments from where she’s holding the door open, startling them out of their argument, “It’s getting cold outside, I’m tired of holding the door.” Eren steps inside briskly, and they continue to glower at one another as Sasha shoves her way between them to push the door closed firmly. 

She looks them over for a moment, before smirking smugly as she saunters past them, “You guys look cute, very couple-y, very in love, now shut up and have a good time.” The brunette disappears into the depths of her house and Eren’s scowl softens as he looks her over, “You were right I guess.” “I know,” Mikasa tells him haughtily, because of course she was right, she’s always right, and then in a quieter voice, “About what?” Eren laughs, genuine, happy, something she hasn’t heard in a while, something she’s missed. “You do look really hot in a Catwoman suit, Mikasa.” She tries her best to tamp down her smile, pressing her lips together as she looks down at herself, all tight leather, her legs encased in knee-high lace-up boots that she knows Eren would love to have wrapped around his hips. He has a thing for her in boots, especially in nothing but boots, or heels for that matter, and right now she’s checking all the boxes. 

Mikasa is infinitely pleased with his compliments as she runs her hands over the tight leather, “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” 

And he really does look good, a perfect match for her, the muscles under his faux armour real, not fake, and straining against the dark fabric. She knows every inch of Eren, and she knows exactly what’s hidden underneath that fake armour of his. 

He flexes jokingly and Mikasa resists the urge to fan herself, because shit, has he been hitting the gym more since they broke up? 

The words are slipping out of her mouth before she can stop them, she doesn’t want her batman left unattended on the one night every girl’s inner slut comes out, “I guess we can be a couple again for the night.” 

“You’ll allow it,” Eren teases her, leaning in a little closer, “You sure Mik?” Her breath comes out a little laboured as his palm finds her waist, curving over the leather knowingly, his hand fitting right where it always has, right in the dip of her waist, his other slipping down teasingly towards her ass, “Because I might have to do things to keep the ruse up.” 

She nods and Eren smiles wickedly, leaning into her neck, his breath teasing at the shell of her ear while his hand glides comfortably over her ass, “Things like this.” Eren gives her ass a squeeze, before he brings her leg up over his hip, wrapping it around his waist so he can tangle himself even closer and fuck this is why she never lets him get this close. 

She can’t think when he’s this close. 

“Or like this,” Eren hums against her neck, his teeth dragging over the line of her jaw, and she tilts her head up to give him better access, whatever he needs. 

“God Mikasa I forgot how easy it is with you baby,” He murmurs, kissing his way up to her mouth, and she sighs into him, giving up.

The kiss is hot, full of unchecked desire, and he kisses her with his entire body, pressing her up against the wall, one hand gripped tight around her waist, and the other still cupping her ass to keep her close. He devours her, lips demanding against her own and who is Mikasa to protest, she needs this just as much, she’s missed him with every ounce of her being. 

“Feel so fucking good,” Eren grunts against her, and there it is, his cock straining the lines of his tight batman suit, pressed hot against her core, just where she needs him. “Holy shit,” she gasps as Eren kisses his way down the line of her neck, fuck she’s forgotten what he’s like, how fucking good they are together. 

“Eren,” Mikasa groans against him, desperate already, it’s barely been a week since the fight, the ‘breakup’. 

It’s so ridiculous really, what they’d broken up about, utter stupidity, actually. And now here they are, a week later at the same house parts wearing matching costumes, borderline making out in Sasha’s front entryway.

Damn it she’s supposed to be strong here! She can’t give in this easily just because he looks hot in a batman suit! Without another word she presses a hand to his face, shoving it away and Eren makes a noise of affront. 

Mikasa carefully extricates herself from the situation before she can get any more tangled up in Eren’s arms, or lose her mind any further. She presses a final kiss to his jaw, “I think we’ll be fine without the pretending, Eren.” 

Then she walks away, leaving her ex or current boyfriend behind her, looking as confused as ever. “What does that mean, Mikasa?!” He’s whisper yelling down the hallway and Mikasa just smiles, jogging to catch up and she just tosses a smile back over her shoulder, “We’ll see.” “What does that mean!” 

She chuckles as she leaves in to head into the party, she is Catwoman after all, and he might be dressed as batman but maybe he’ll be the mouse tonight and she can do the chasing if she feels so inclined.

[urfriendlywriter]

prompts that has me lying on a highway:

(feel free to use <3 10, 15, 20 are my favs omds. yall tag me when u writeeee I'd love to read :))

"I'm glad you were strong, love."

"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." whos cutting onions

SMILING during a kissss >>>>>

the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.

hand holding, twirling in their arms, slow dancing > <

telling a joke just to see them laugh

"love.. isn't a word enough to express what i feel for you."

"you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love." <333

hugging. especially if they're not much of a hugger, but they keep hugging you because you feel down. (this is my bestfriend aaah ilovehersm :( )

"tell me what you want, baby." in the deepest, nearly inaudible murmur AAAAH

when they always feed you their last bite

"give me a hug."

"i can't even act mad at you, love."

flirty BANTERS!!!!

"I'll come over there and make you shut up then." "you can try."

"i love you." "say it again."

caressing one's cheek (the one in the face.)

running into each other's arms after barely surviving

enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!

collecting your injured lover,

^ "don't you dare die on me, [full fckn name]." "i won't, my love, i want to live for you... with you. for a long time." they strain but their smile after makes you cry.

"this is so wrong," "if so, then stop me, love," "you tempt me, [name]-" cue a KISSSSS "-and you drive me insane."

being curled up together on the bed, their face buried in your chest.

"i like how you did ____ today/that day."

forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses.

[superbat-love]

Lex: Look at those spoiled brats. If it weren’t for their daddy’s money, would they even be worthy of attending this gala?

Maxwell: [glances over at Bruce, Clark, and Ollie, who are deep in discussion] I don’t know, Lex. You seem awfully preoccupied with them. You’ve been talking about them all night. Could it be… you’re jealous you can’t get into their circle, no matter how hard you try?

Lex: [scoffs] Me? Jealous? Of those brainless trust fund babies? Please. I’m leagues ahead of them!

Lex: And who is that man standing so closely to Bruce? The one with his arm around him?

Maxwell: Oh, that’s Clark Kent. He’s the son of a high official from a foreign country.

Lex: I’ve never heard of him.

Maxwell: Probably because he’s too old money for you.

Lex: [seething] Argh!

[gojocon]

satoru doesnt wear underwear and goes commando in his jujutsu tech uniform so he WILL be adjusting himself every few minutes and everyone can clearly see how big he is by the way it warps and moves around in his unbelievably tight pants — like that thing has a mind of its own and won’t stay in place. it bothers satoru, but he’d rather not have his meat choked by briefs. and you can’t tell me he won’t slip a hand inside to fix himself right in front of you, cheeks red and giggling shamelessly the whole time...

[sashiavi]

Modern! Wriothesley with his large hand around your throat, teasing a soft squeeze. He'll raise his brow, pulling a long drag out of his cigarette, collecting the spicy smoke in his lungs before shotgunning you. He breathes into your lips dragging you into a sloppy, tongue and teeth filled kiss.

Modern! Wriothesley fingering you so, so sweetly. He's in awe at your pretty slick pooling around the rings on his fingers. He's rough and fast until he's pulling away, slapping your clit meanly, bringing his sticky digits to your lips.

"Clean em' up, Sweetheart.."

You wrap your lips around his fingers, licking up your own creamy mess, tasting the tangy metallic brine around his expensive rings. Your teeth clip into the curved metal, tongue lapping and sliding between the webs of his fingers.

Modern! Wriothesley post sex. Loose sweatpants barely clinging to his hips, the man leaning his forearm over the balcony railing of his expensive apartment. He flicks the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, watching the dusted red flecks fall, head lulled on his shoulder. His bare back stings with scratches in the crisp night air, flaring red and striped for you to see from his plush, cushy bed.

[simp-ly-writes]

Okay but Price on a road trip would 100% be the guy to stick his hand around to the backseat. Shaking his palm around upwards for snacks to be poured in as he drives and you voice out navigations from the passengers seat. You turn around to watch the rest of the boys all huddled up in the back- shifting around and fighting one another for space as you snap a picture for the album.

[etoiile]

cute lil friends to lovers confession scene with akaashi <33

akaashi keiji was very used to you coming to him for advice and comfort.

you're having friendship trouble? you two are meeting for coffee. academic stress? you two are going for a walk. just a bad day? you two are watching whatever cheesy romance movies you'd like alongside your favorite snacks. (he always has them stocked in his apartment.)

you always referred to keiji as your "unpaid therapist," because he really was there to guide you and comfort you throughout all of the twists and turns of your life. whenever you accomplished a major milestone, keiji was there. whenever you needed to just talk about and process your feelings, keiji was there. even at your lowest, darkest points, keiji was there. he was always there.

he just had this natural talent for knowing exactly what to say and do. he had this process of welcoming your crying body into his home kindly, (or showing up at your place when he knew you were probably on the verge of a meltdown) making you something warm to drink, sitting you down on something comfortable, letting you cry out all of your worries and anxiety, and then giving you the kindest words of comfort and the most perfect advice for every situation. it was seriously magical, the way he always seemed to just abracadabra and suddenly, your life seemed a bit brighter.

he always knew exactly what to say and how to help you. it just came to him organically.

this time, however...

"i want to confess to this guy i like but i dont know how."

keiji stared at you in mild shock. he was certainly not expecting this. he thought that maybe you were feeling a bit overwhelmed and wanted to cry your eyes out to the notebook for the twentieth time to make yourself feel better, that maybe that one friend who always mistreats you made another snarky comment, that maybe you had a paper due in two days and you hadn't even started, but a boy? that you like? that you actually want to make a move on? this was not in his predictions.

admittedly, keiji had grown to like you a bit more than he had expected. there was just something about you that was so special and beautiful to him. maybe it was the way your eyes shone like diamonds whenever something mildly positive happened, maybe it was the way you somehow managed to cry at the same scene in the same movie despite having watched it multiple times, maybe it was the way that despite everything you would go through, you'd always try to keep your head up, but regardless of the reason, he had grown more than fond of you. if you weren't so dense, you'd see the way he looked at you, as if you were one of the seven wonders of the world, or the way he talked to you, in the most gentle, heartfelt tone that was never used on anyone else, or even the way he helped you with anything and everything, setting aside whatever he was doing to be with you when you needed him.

so, you can imagine the way his heart sank when he learnt of your affection for some other man.

"are you guys ... close?" he asked, silently hoping you'd say no, in which case he might be able to encourage you to wait it out a bit until you were sure.

"mhm!"

oh.

"we hangout a lot. he's always there for me when i need him!"

more than him? he thought that the two of you hungout pretty frequently, and he thought that he was your "therapist" who was there whenever you needed him. who the hell was this other rando? he knew most of your friends. you had tons of mutuals and he knew about the ones he didn't personally know through your constant chatter. how come this other guy had never before come up? who was he? he felt like he was going insane.

"and ... you're sure you really like him? how come?"

at his question, your eyes shone in the way that he loved, and he could see the glee radiating from you. it made him kind of sad to see that it was because of another guy.

"well, for one, he's super hot. like, he could be a model. he has the prettiest face ive ever seen and he has the most beautiful piano hands. not to mention, he's toned as fuck."

hotter than him? he knew he was no brad pitt, but he knew he wasn't entirely unattractive. was he not good-looking enough for you?

"for two, he's super smart. like, he's in an amazing major at an amazing university and he gets top grades every time. he's diligent and works hard! it's so admirable, and he inspires me to do the same."

he felt a pang in his heart knowing that despite the fact that he, too, works hard at school, it was a reason for you to go for the other guy.

"y/n, these reasons are a little surface-level. lots of people are good-looking good students. these might not be the right reasons for you to confess your feelings. it might just be a simple, fleeting crush."

despite wanting to be supportive of you no matter what, he couldn't handle the fact that you might be the girlfriend of some other guy. he felt a little bad, but he tried to nudge you into not confessing as subtly as possible.

"but that's not all. above all, he is so kind and he has such a good heart. i've genuinely never met another person as sweet as him. he's been there through my highs and lows, and he's just so pure and good. i care about him so much, and i can tell that he cares about me too. when im with him, i feel like i can be the best version of myself. he pushes me everyday and i'm so grateful to have someone like that in my life. i seriously wonder if he's like, a gift that the gods gave me when they saw how badly i was failing at life or something. i dont know what i would ever do without him."

oh.

you were serious.

you really liked this guy.

what did this other guy have that he didn't, though? he liked to believe he was decent looking! (hes gorgeous and majestic and i love him) he was a hardworking student! he always tried to be kind and caring towards others! why did it have to be this other guy? why couldn't it be him?

as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't try to stop you from confessing if you really felt the way you did about that guy. it just wouldn't be right. he couldn't let his own feelings get in the way of your happiness. before he gave you the advice and validation you were seeking, he decided to ask one last question as a confirmation.

"do you think he likes you back?" he questioned.

you pondered the question for a moment. "maybe. i think so? i hope so. i've kind of been trying to gauge his reaction lately, and i think he might like me back? he always tries to hide how he feels, and he has a pretty stoic face, but i can kinda tell what he's thinking because of all the time we've spent together." you replied.

he felt a twinge in his heart but put on a gentle smile regardless.

"he sounds great. if you're really sure of your feelings, go ahead and confess. i think it would be best if you got him alone, maybe in a familiar safe space, and told him straight up. i know that that's what i would like, at least." he advised. throughout it all, he sustained that same gentle smile and voice, despite his extreme inner turmoil. he spoke to you as if you were the most precious thing on earth, because to him, you really were.

"ooo sounds good! so, how do you think i should start it? like, just a 'hey, i like you?' or like, 'you're so special to me and yadayadaya?' what do you think, keiji?" you prompted.

knowing that he was planning how his crush was going to confess to hers felt a little pathetic. regardless, he mulled it over for a bit before replying with, "perhaps you could tell him that you have big news to share as you're sitting down. then, honestly, you could get straight to the point. just tell him about how you feel. however, it all sort of depends on the guy, and how you think he'd respond to different starters, of course."

you grinned. "okay! keiji, stand up for a sec?"

confused, keiji gave you a look, but stood up regardless.

you giggled at the way he looked at you. "so, keiji, lets sit down. i sort of have big news to tell you."

his heart raced. was what he thought might be happening actually happening? there was no way. he didn't know what to think. his mind raced with a million possibilities, ranging from you pulling a little prank on him to you telling him you were deathly ill, but the main one loomed large.

he gulped. "hm...?"

dont get your hopes up. dont get your hopes up. dont get your hopes up. he thought to himself. he was terrified at the thought of having false hope embarrassing himself.

"listen. we've known each other for awhile now, you know? and in that time, i've gotten to know you as this awesome guy who's perfect in every way. i love you to the moon and back; always have and always will, but now, that love is not the same kind as it used to be when we first became friends." you expresssed cautiously.

akaashi was sure he was about to have cardiac arrest from how fast his heart was beating. his palms were sweating and his eyes were wide. was this happening? was this actually, honest-to-god happening?

"i really, really, really like you, keiji. and im not saying that as just a friend." you stated. you looked a bit nervous, but you felt just enough determination to look at him in the eyes.

akaashi, on the other hand...

akaashi steadied himself on the arm of the couch he was on. "seriously?" he breathed shakily, feeling like the news was too good to be true. his face was beet red, his whole body felt numb, and he had subconsciously pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. he had never felt such an intense rush of emotion, and he had no idea what to do with himself. for the first time in your relationship, akaashi was the one less composed and at a loss for words.

"yeah. it's fine if you don't feel the same way, but i thought that i just had to-"

your words died in your throat when akaashi suddenly lunged forward and pulled you tight against his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"i do too." he declared, smiling ear to ear. he pulled away to look at you, admiring your beauty.

"i really, really, really do."

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[cascade05]

Convenience

This is kinda suggestive so watch yo self, unless you don’t wanna...

Thinking about Bakugo and his pretty secretary. She wears very business chic clothes, mature and sexy as oppose to cute.

Suit pants that hug her--not enough to be innapropreate but enough to make it obvious she works out. Suit shirts that dip into her chest a little bit, not enough to be immoddest but just enough to drive Bakugo wild. Stilletoes. Just plain black stilletoes, nothing else. She does have a pair of black flats tucked under desk and a pair of pristine black sneakers, just in case. When she wears pencil skirts, Bakugo is just about sent to his knees. And if the way the freshly pressed fabric hugs her hips wasn't enough, she dares to come into the office with a pencil skirt that has a zipper going straight down her ass.

It's the convenience of it that really gets him. How easy it would be to just pull the top zipper all the way down, exposing her lacy black underwear to him. (He only knows because she bent down that one time and he saw it ON ACCIDENT! When he thought about it that night it wasn’t really on accident tho—)

It's the convenience, he tells himself as he watches her strut out of his office. She's beautiful and just so conveniently always apart of his day, that's the only reason he can't stop thinking about her. It's not because she doesn't put up with his shit and it's not because she's constantly defending him when sponsors say something sour about him. It's definitely not the worried glances she gives him when he comes back from patrol a little more banged up than usual—he'd like to bang her a little more than usual when she wears that stupid skirt—

It's convenience, he thinks. He knows her and she knows him. Its convenience, he convinces himself. That's all.

Definitely not whatever the hell his heart keeps telling him.

[jayflrt]

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 19. seek BetterHelp.com

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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

[stanpinesdykewife]

i love your work so so sooo much, i’ve read golden countless times now and let me just say I NEED THAT OLD MAN!! if you’re willing to write it, can i request a drabble of stanley sitting a fem reader on his lap and holds her legs open while he plays with her 🙏 i’m sorry if that’s too specific but i’ve literally never requested anything on here ever 😭 thank you so much and i really look forward to your future works!!!

hi this ask made me insane. I'M INSANE thank you so so much for the golden love and for such a CRAZY request like it was crazy it made me CRAZY!! THANK YOU!!!

easy (posted on ao3) stan/reader (fem!reader in ch1, transmasc!reader in ch2) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff and smut, 3011 words per chapter

summary:

You want to watch a movie, but Stan can't keep his hands off you.

in my mind this is a continuation of speed dating but read it however you like!!! thank you so much again i hope you like it!

[purpleqilinwrites]

when the shoe fits.

a/n: i'm back again with my childe agenda hahaha ❤ this is for the pixel café network's challenge friday, with the theme of fairytales!

fandom: genshin impact

character: childe

genre: general / fluff

info: childe’s real name is used here; loosely inspired by cinderella

warnings: -

synopsis: the crown prince brings you a shoe.

word count: 1.0k

Childe

Crown Prince Ajax was every bit as capricious as the rumours made him out to be.

He had appeared without prior notice at the front gate of your parents' estate in a carriage too shabby for a person of his high-born station, his manservant in tow with a lacquered box in his arms as the prince requested an audience with you. The visit of the crown prince interrupted what was supposed to be a leisurely brunch, and you grumbled as your own servants busied themselves with making you presentable to your uninvited and unexpected royal guest.

Since he had asked for you by name, you knew you had to oblige him. Despite not giving the same weight to hearsay as the other nobles within the royal capital did, you would rather err on the side of caution by exercising patience when in the presence of the crown prince and his inclinations, whatever those might be.

Within that curious lacquered box was a single left shoe.

You realised as much after the crown prince greeted you with a courtly smile and a brush of his lips over the back of your hand. Having settled himself on your mother's prized chaise longue on which even you were forbidden from taking a seat, he made for an uncomfortably rapt audience as the shoe he had brought was placed on the carpet before you by his manservant.

"Well, go on now," the crown prince said, gesturing at the shoe. His manservant lowered himself to the carpet on one knee, picking it up to aid you in putting it on.

You regarded the shoe for a moment. Prince Ajax's courtly smile never wavered in the face of your lukewarm welcome to him and his very odd request. It briefly occurred to you that perhaps the prince had a certain erotic fixation with feet, and you were all the more reluctant to accommodate him.

The crown prince appeared to find your hesitance charming, something mischievous twinkling in his eyes as he observed in silence, still smiling. You internally huffed, ultimately shifting your left leg to try on the shoe.

It fit.

It did not register to you as anything worth celebrating. A shoe was supposed to fit its wearer. Granted, this specific shoe was not yours, but—

"That settles it then," the crown prince said, standing up and waving a hand at the rest of his retinue. All but the one manservant who was kneeling on the carpet at your side swiftly left the sitting room in a practised fashion, orderly. "I hope you like silks and sweets, Your Grace. I've brought you plenty."

The left shoe Prince Ajax brought fell rather unceremoniously from your foot when the meaning of his words set in. It clattered dully against the plush material of the carpet, and his manservant was quick to retrieve it and moved to replace it in the box it was originally carried in.

"Do explain yourself, Your Highness," you said, folding your hands in your lap the way you have often seen your mother do when she heard something that displeased her. "I'm not quite certain there's any occasion for such lavish gifts to be received in my parents' house."

The crown prince approached you in your seat and held out his gloved hand to you. His hand was presented for only a blink of an eye, and he chuckled as if he had caught himself about to blunder. You opened your mouth to repeat your earlier words to him when Prince Ajax, who had never been seen bare-handed outside his private bedchambers and baths, stripped himself of his leather gloves and offered a hand to you once again.

"I've decided that I would marry you," he said, wiggling the fingers in his extended hand to draw your attention to it. To remind you that he was still waiting. "It wouldn't do to appear empty-handed when I visit the home of my betrothed."

You scoffed before you could suppress it. "All because that shoe fits?" you asked, bringing your own hand up to rest your fingertips in the crown prince's palm to placate him for the moment. The lightly damp chill of his skin startled you. "I could be a secret cut-throat, you know."

Prince Ajax nodded, still smiling. "I'm as sure as I'll ever be," he started. The rest of his sentence was discontinued by the re-entry of his retinue into the sitting room, each and every one of them bearing a gift in their arms.

Even for a betrothal to the crown prince of the country, the estimated value in gold of everything he was bestowing upon you for the occasion was excessive. Your parents' estate was in no need of such generosity. To your knowledge, you had no other suitors of his high birth knocking on the main gate. The prince had no competition that would necessitate such extravagance in order to best them.

He closed his palm around your fingertips, imploring. "Do you have any reservations, Your Grace? I would hear them out before I'll allow myself to be shown out," he said.

You would have liked to voice even the beginning of the multitude of your concerns. The chief of them would be the fact that you were scarcely acquainted with him, and he, with you. You were aware that it was the norm to be married off to the child of an acquaintance from among your family's host of acquaintances. It did not soothe you in the slightest that to be marrying into the royal family was your mother's most ardent prayer for you.

When the head servant announced your mother's impending arrival, but you chewed on the speech still brewing in your mind and quickly swallowed it half-formed. This was the worst possible timing—

"I do not dream of such trespass, Your Highness," you said, standing to avoid your mother's reprimand that you were sitting while the crown prince was up on his feet. In such close proximity to him, you were suddenly appreciative of the length of his eyelashes and the smattering of freckles dusted over his face like stars. In a very specific lighting, he would be most handsome. "I do most humbly accept you as my betrothed."

[sunlightandsuffering]

Fratboy Eren really is a walking red flag, he uses a 3 in 1 body wash, and has a bed with blue navy sheets and no base😭

😈😈 it’s begun anon! Truthfully this is my fave Drabble so far

She hates showering at Eren’s place, because first of all, it’s a fucking frat house which means the bathroom is shared and no one cleans it.

It’s disgusting, deplorable, her uncle would have a conniption if he ever found out she was in vicinity of a shower like this, let alone actually showering in it.

And secondly, Eren is a boy, a walking fucking red flag and his frat house bathroom and bedroom are clear evidence of it.

His bed is composed of a mattress, no bed frame, laid on the floor in the middle of the room, made up with navy sheets that she’s unsure he’s ever washed.

But hey, at least they don’t make much noise when they fuck, because there’s no bed frame for them to shake. She’ll take her victories small and however she can get them.

The bathroom is a different beast itself, shaving cream and toothpaste smeared over the sink, a garbage that remains steadfastly unused, and worst of all, the three-in-one combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash.

It’s atrocious on her hair, her long beautiful silken locks that her mother had raised her to take pride in, to prioritize above all else, because as her mother loved to say, ‘Mikasa, your face is pretty, but your hair is beautiful’.

She had only moderate childhood trauma from the time Eren had snipped an inch off during a sleepover.

So the days that Mikasa has to shower at Eren’s whorehouse frat house, were a different kind of hell for her entirely, especially because they’ve been becoming more frequent.

Originally, she’d simply switched her wash days to compensate, only washing her body with the dreaded three-in-one soap, but lately, she’s been spending more nights than she’d like here and currently she’s on day three of not washing her hair.

It’s becoming greasy, and she’d woken up this morning to glance in the mirror and found a slight sheen to her hair, an oily texture that she could not allow.

But worse yet was the thought of using the satanic shampoo on her long raven locks, would it do more harm than good, at least the oil of her hair was natural, not like whatever blue coloured garbage Eren used.

She spends about thirty minutes agonizing over it before Eren finally notices something is up, and she’s pulled from her internal argument by the screech of the shower curtain and a very irritated green-eyed boy.

“Mikasa, this isn’t a spa you have to get out, we all share the shower.”

It is a testament to just how distressed she is that she doesn’t even pull the shower curtain back, allowing Eren to look his fill, which he does of course, it’s Eren. His eyes rove over her every curve, before he finally settles back on her face and his brows furrow, “What’s wrong?”

His hand slips up to grab her own, pulling it from where it’s clutched between her breasts, giving him an even better view of the full perky mounds, glistening in the water but he barely even looks, focused on her now.

“Miki,” He tries again and MIkasa slumps forward, pointing at his shampoo forlornly, “I can’t use it. I can’t.”

“Okay,” He looks at her in suspicion, tugging at her wrist so she’ll come a little closer, his other hand coming to push her sopping wet hair from her eyes, uncaring of the water soaking down his arms.

“You don’t have to use it, it’s fine.”

“Eren you don’t understand, my hair is” she shudders, “It’s greasy.”

She speaks with urgency, trying to impress upon him the importance of this manner, that this cannot be allowed any longer.

“Okay baby, so?”

The pet name just slips out but she barely notices, her stress level sky rocketing, “Eren it’s my hair, I can’t you know how I am about—“

“Ohhh,” Eren nods with understanding, before giving her cheek a quick pinch and dropping her hand, “Be right back.”

And then, her asshole frat bro disappears back into his bedroom and Mikasa yelps as he leaves the door open, yanking the curtain shut again. Thankfully it’s early enough that she’s sure most self-respecting frat bros aren’t awake to see her.

As Mikasa fumes over his abrupt disappearance, Eren enters the bathroom again, a happy little smile on his face before he pulls the curtain back open, “You should have said something earlier.”

And then, to Mikasa’s shock Eren hands her a little shower caddy, pink and one of the cleanest things in his room, filled with brightly coloured bottles, the brand she normally uses, shampoo, conditioner, hair masks.

“I got it for you a few weeks ago when you started sleeping over more, I asked your mom what you like to use, I know how you are about your hair,” He tells her, all hot and smiley, even so early in the morning, eyes still droopy with sleep, hair disheveled.

“Eren, listen to me very carefully, this is the only time I’m ever going to say this to you, do you understand?”

He’s looking at her in confusion now, and Mikasa, grabs him by his shirt, yanking him under the spray of the shower for a kiss so passionate, so infused with adoration that it leaves her dizzy after, “I love you.”

He looks confused as he pulls back before his eyes light up, “Really?”

“No, I usually can’t stand you, but this,” She pokes the shower caddie of hair products, “This is the hottest thing you’ve ever done now take your clothes off and get in the shower before I change my mind.”

He’s already pulling his shirt over his head and Mikasa is on cloud 9 because some of those hair masks not even she has, a little too expensive for her to splurge, but he’d bought her the entire fucking line without blinking.

He’s down to his pants, and Mikasa licks her lips as she rakes her eyes over the lines of his abs, the dusting of dark hair leading down, down, down to the prize she now craves, because she’s going to fucking worship him for this.

To hell with the hot water, she’ll spend all day in this shower with him if wants, making love to his cock and sucking him off with every ounce of adoration she feels right now.

“Wait-“ Eren stops, his hands lingering over the waist band of his boxers, so close to her prize, the hard line of his cock, thick and throbbing for her, “Don’t you have to like actually do your hair now? I can wait—“

“Eren,” She cuts him off, voice edging on desperation, gravelly with desire, “Shampoo and conditioner with take a few minutes at best, and you can do that for me.”

Her voice turns wicked, sultry as she continues, more lustful than she’s ever been before, “But hair masks, I like to leave them in for a long time, and today I think I need several, 30 minutes leave in minimum and I can think of at least one thing I can do while we wait.”

She glances down at his boxers meaningfully, and Eren groans as he realizes the implication.

“Shit,” Eren curses, throwing his pants down, and she throws fuel on the fire, “You just might have to hold my hair up, keep it in a knot because I forgot my elastic today, think that’s something you can do?”

“Fuck yeah.”

She sucks him off three times, one per hair mask, and once because she just loves the feel of his hands in her hair, how good he was at massaging shampoo into her scalp, likes comfort of his hands on her while she sucks his cock too.

And the next time she sleeps over at his place, she’s not as upset about it anymore, even if he still doesn’t have a bed frame.

[jocelynships]

“See? That wasn’t so bad!” Jocelyn laughed nervously as she brushed her jacket off, “I told you we’d make it out.”

“It was foolish of you to jump into an altercation like that,” Draxum lightly chastised Jocelyn as he followed behind her, “You need to stop being so careless.”

“I’m not careless! I can handle myself you know, and some foot clan goons don’t scare me,” Jocelyn crossed her arms.

“That’s not the point,” Draxum pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was she so stubborn? He let out a sigh, “You keep jumping head first into danger without thinking about it.”

“I know what I’m doing, Barry. Stop treating me like I don’t. I learned how to fight alongside the turtles too,” she turned around and poked him in the chest, “Lighten up!”

However, what she wasn’t expecting, was Draxum pulling her close to him, and leaning down to be face to face with her.

“Stop getting yourself in trouble. I won’t always be there to get you out of it.”

Jocelyn felt her face go red, and hoped he didn’t notice. The close contact with him made her dizzy, and it would be so easy for one of them to lean in and steal a kiss-

She had to move, now.

“You worry too much,” Jocelyn pushed away, laughing nervously, “We should meet back up with the turtles, before they freak out. You know how they get.”

Draxum only watched as she headed back to the street level, wondering what exactly he was going to do with her. Humans were fragile, and Jocelyn was no exception. He hated how stubborn she was, but he also admired her for it.

But he also wished he could stop worrying so much about her.

NEW BEAUTY AND THE YOKAI CONTENT LETS GO!

Anyways, it seems Draxum cares about Joce a lot more than he lets on, and poor Joce is flustered to high heaven.

She doesn’t really know how to handle this information.

[camels-pen]

"Hey, Sanji."

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

Sanji paused to take a drag of his cigarette.

"Well, we sail with two gorgeous-"

"Sanji."

He sighed. "Yes, I have."

Usopp turned away from the night sky to rest his head on Sanji's shoulder, squinting at him.

"I have!"

Usopp squinted a little more before turning back to lay flat on the grass. "Tell me about them."

Sanji blew out a puff of smoke. "Why the hell should I?"

"C'mon just do it." At Sanji's stubborn silence, Usopp turned to him with a pout. "Pleeeeease?"

After a few more moments, Sanji scowled and blew smoke in Usopp's face. Usopp turned away to cough and rub his eyes.

The moment Usopp turned back to face him with complaints, Sanji said, "I haven't known him long, in the grand scheme of things." Usopp's brows rose high and he settled back against the grass. "He didn't seem like much at first. Just another passing face. It didn't take him long to impress me with his skills. I mean, that brain of his is incredible.

"And don't get me started on all his different types of weaponry. I'm still not totally sure how he manages all of that with random shit you can buy from any old merchant." Sanji sighed. "And he's absolutely gorgeous. Just the prettiest man I've ever seen-"

"Even more than Zoro?" Usopp asked quietly.

Sanji's nose wrinkled. "Disregarding the low bar you just set, yes. Prettier than the mossball by a landslide." A fond smile grew on his lips. "And he's brave. So so brave. He's afraid of so many things, but he never lets that stop him from helping his friends when they need him. He's amazing at what he does and he's-"

The words caught in his throat. Just as they always did.

"He's a king," Sanji finished lamely. "Of a really stupid island."

Usopp's mouth quirked up. "When did you have time to meet a king?" he asked, eyes glued to the sky.

Sanji shrugged, unwilling to name the place they just left. To avoid bad memories. To avoid being found out. "I know people in high places," he said, proceeding to bite his tongue the next moment. Different words, too close to more bad memories.

"Huh. Cool." Usopp's words were clipped. Neutral. It was odd hearing it from such an expressive person. " Did you-" his voice wobbled a moment before he cleared his throat. "Did you meet any other royalty?"

And though Sanji wasn't the resident storyteller, nor did he know why Usopp suddenly seemed so upset, he did his best to weave a tale of having to defeat a stupid grass covered dragon to save a beautiful princess locked in a tower.

When Usopp eventually headed back to the men's quarters though, he still couldn't help the nagging in the back of his head that he had forgotten something. Something very important.

"Oh, Usopp!" He paused midstep, but didn't turn back to Sanji. "I never asked, but what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

Usopp stayed silent a long moment. Sanji had nearly chewed through his cigarette when he spoke.

"I did with Kaya- she's a girl from Syrup- and I get crushes here and there, y'know?" Usopp waved a bandaged hand and continued forward. "Ask me again some other time though, maybe I'll have a better answer for you."

Sanji watched him go, a heavy set to his heart. He muttered to the empty deck, "You're lying."

-

Two years later, the two of them found themselves spread out on Sunny's deck once more, admiring the night sky on their way to Dressrosa.

"You knew I was talking about Sogeking?!"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you knew he was me! I thought you just really liked superheroes! Like, a man's romance, y'know. Like how me and Luffy and Chopper get excited whenever Franky pulls out something new."

"You- I-" Sanji made a frustrated noise and took a deep drag. He inhaled long enough that Usopp was starting to get concerned, before finally, he blew out a big puff of smoke. "Okay, go on."

"There's not much else- I just thought Sogeking was a lot cooler than little old me and I never stood a chance against him."

"Usopp. You. Are. Sogeking."

"Yeah, but y'know. Y'know."

Sanji shook his head. "I really don't."

Usopp started to hum his old theme song. It was just as ridiculous as Sanji remembered it.

Just as it came to the end, Sanji whisper-shouted, "Lock-on!"

The two of them fell into hysterics, clutching their stomachs and trying desperately not to release the laughter bottled up in their throats. The kind that would echo across the ship and wake up most, if not all of their crewmates, and certainly their guest.

"You remember that?" Usopp said, wheezing.

"It's the only part I remember perfectly." Sanji said, hand on his mouth. "You used to scream it at the top of your lungs, of course I remember!"

"It was to build confidence!"

"It was because you got too into your performance!"

They giggled quietly, the built up laughter slowly fading away, until they were relaxed once more.

Sanji turned his head to stare at Usopp. Take the time to admire the way he'd changed and grown in their time apart. There were the physical changes of course- Sanji was a big fan of those- but also his boost in confidence. His surety of his place on the crew. With the crew.

And more than the changes, Sanji saw Usopp's carefree laughter, his passionate storytelling, his terrified shrieks, his quiet tinkering, his annoying pranks-

God, Sanji missed him- loved him- so much.

And then a thought came to him.

"Hey Usopp."

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

Usopp smiled, squeezing their interlocked fingers.

"Yes," he said, bringing up their hands to kiss the ring on Sanji's finger. "I have."

[shmothman]

Would You?

Vash the Stampede x Reader Rating: explicit (18+ only) Notes: oh look, more stupid bullshit from yours truly! (wrt this post)

“Alright,” Wolfwood says, “I got one.”

Vash turns his attention away from the gentle crackle of the fire to watch him grin and extinguish his cigarette on the rocky ground, sweeping his gaze over his practically captive audience. This can’t be good.

“Would you,” he pauses for emphasis, “fuck a clone of yourself.”

You let out a laugh at the same time as Meryl groans.

Wolfwood shushes you both. “I would,” he says, then he turns to Vash, sitting at his left. “Spikey?”

If Vash is being honest, he’s embarrassed that his first thought is about what you’d think. How will you feel if he answers yes? How will you feel if he answers no? You had laughed, so clearly you’re not as disgusted or exasperated by the question as Meryl is—and so Vash settles for his usual roguish smile, bringing his hand up to frame his chin between his thumb and index finger. It’s only taken him a fraction of a second to make this deliberation—no hesitation at all, really—and he answers, his voice slightly deepened, “a guy as handsome as me? It’d be a privilege.”

His heart stutters in his chest at the laugh you give in response, but he knows well how not to show it.

Then Wolfwood turns to you, and Vash has a sudden, unbidden thought—but it comes at the same time you say, “oh, yeah. Hundred percent.”

...His thought is more of an image, really, and a distracting one at that—it’s not as if anyone could blame him for the way it popped into his head, you’re the one who said it; Wolfwood’s the one who brought it up!—but the reality is that now he’s thinking about… well… two of you. You fucking yourself. Not in the way he usually thinks about you fucking yourself—because, yeah, he sure thinks about that a lot—but you with your hands all over another you, you with your lips parted in a moan as you get yourself off, maybe even you and another you and him, all tangled up in bed, and—

“You’re a freak,” Wolfwood tells you with a shit-eating grin, “I love it. Big girl?” 

And Vash has to tear his eyes away from you, closing his jaw that he now realizes was hanging open, his cheeks growing warm but hopefully unnoticeable in the darkening night.

“Hmm,” Milly taps her chin with her forefinger. “I guess so? Could be fun!”

“Yes!” Wolfwood cheers, “short stuff?”

“Ugh,” Meryl says, “no way! You’re all gross.”

“Booo,” Vash watches you give her a playful thumbs down, and then the group erupts into bickering—or, well, mostly Meryl and Wolfwood; you and Milly are just running interference—and Vash is left fighting fantasies he didn’t even know he had.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

94 - At Cross Purposes

...I want you to know that I'm not mad at you, okay?

...I'm not.

As I see you stand before me, your eyes looking anywhere except the space I occupy, I suppose that you must have a reason for doing what you've done. And it must be a very, very good reason, to have risked the threat of the Roaring in your very own home.

I don't doubt that for an instant, my light. But it doesn't change the fact that you completely disregarded everything I warned you about not a day earlier. And I'm not going to lie - that fact pains me to my very soul.

It hurts because I thought that you, of all people, would at least have said something to me about your intentions... that you would have at least had the courtesy to let me know that you had heard me, and that you had understood me.

I need you, my dear - I need you to remember that your choices. Do. Matter. Okay? I meant it when I said that to you, I did. But with those choices must also come responsibility. Would you have been ready to face the consequences, had the worst happened? Would you have had the strength, the will, to accept your role in that mistake?

I want to say I believe that you could, but... I honestly don't know. It is only thanks to dumb luck that we do not have to deal with those problems right now... but next time you decide to be so reckless, we might not be so fortunate.

Never forget - you're a hero now, whether you like it or not. It's time for you to start acting like one.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 94

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