#pls follo

[milkcrownonsonechka]

i Need to figure out how to talk to people ... people keep adding me on discord . what am i supposed to say

[writeriguess]

You write for mha??? Wedding day with katsuki x reader pls.

The day had finally arrived.

The air buzzed with a nervous energy that you hadn’t felt before. This was it—the day you and Katsuki Bakugo had been building up to. After all the battles, late nights, and shared dreams, you were about to say “I do” to the explosive hero who stole your heart.

You stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on your wedding attire. Your heartbeat thudded in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement swirled in your stomach. But beyond all of that, one thing was crystal clear—you couldn’t wait to see Katsuki.

“Stop fussing, you look perfect,” a voice called from behind. You turned to see Mina, a bright smile on her face as she adjusted the flower in your hair. “Bakugo’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you.”

You let out a soft laugh, the tension easing ever so slightly. “Think so?”

“I know so!” she replied with a wink.

The ceremony was set in a garden draped in soft lights and flowers. It was simple but elegant, just as you both wanted. As you made your way down the aisle, all the sights and sounds blurred into the background, leaving only the image of Katsuki at the altar.

He stood there, dressed sharply in a black suit that contrasted against his wild, ash-blond hair. His signature scowl was gone, replaced by an expression so full of emotion it nearly took your breath away. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, softening in a way that only you ever got to see.

When you finally stood in front of him, you couldn’t help but smile at the way his jaw clenched, clearly fighting to keep his emotions in check.

“You look… amazing,” Katsuki muttered, voice hushed as if speaking any louder would make him crack.

Your heart fluttered. “You’re not so bad yourself, Dynamight.”

The ceremony began, but all you could focus on was him—how his hands trembled slightly when he reached out to hold yours, how his gaze never wavered, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

When it came time for the vows, you took a deep breath. Words weren’t Katsuki’s strong suit, but you could see the determination in his eyes as he began to speak.

“I ain’t good at all this mushy crap, you already know that,” he started, his voice rough but steady. “But you’re the one person I never wanna lose. I never thought I’d find someone who could put up with all my shit, let alone make me wanna be better. But you did. You do.”

There was a pause as he tightened his grip on your hands. “I’m gonna spend the rest of my life makin’ sure you’re happy, protectin’ you from whatever’s out there. Not ‘cause you need it, but ‘cause that’s what I wanna do. We’re in this together, no matter what.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened. You’d seen Katsuki at his strongest and at his weakest, but this—the honesty and vulnerability he was showing now—made you fall even harder for him.

It was your turn now. You took a shaky breath and met his gaze, speaking from the heart.

“Katsuki, you’ve always been a force—unstoppable, untamable. But you’ve also been my anchor, the one who grounds me when the world feels too chaotic. You push me to be stronger, braver, and even when you’re grumbling and cursing, you love so fiercely. I promise to stand by you, no matter what challenges we face. We’re equals, partners, and I’ll always be here—cheering for you, fighting with you, loving you.”

You could see him swallow hard, his grip tightening again. His eyes were glossy, and you knew he was holding back everything he felt in that moment.

The officiant declared you married, and Katsuki didn’t waste a second. He pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing onto yours with a passion that made the world fade away. It wasn’t soft or delicate—it was pure, unfiltered Katsuki, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As you pulled back, he leaned his forehead against yours, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Got it?”

“Forever,” you whispered back.

The night that followed was filled with laughter, dancing, and a warmth that wrapped around you both like a blanket. You caught Katsuki staring at you more than once, that small, secret smile playing at his lips.

And as you shared your first dance together, with the soft hum of music and the glow of the lights around you, you realized that this was just the beginning. No matter what came next, as long as you had Katsuki by your side, everything would be alright.

Because in his own explosive, stubborn way, Katsuki Bakugo loved you—and that was more than enough to make this life perfect.

Requests are open.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒙 𝒃𝒕𝒕𝒎! 𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒃 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ mercenary x reader, mutant x reader, immortal x reader, cw: smut, penetrative sex, degradation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, rough fucking ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. your mercenary boyfriend fucks you dumb after a long mission,

“ohhh. . . you're such a pretty cariño,”

“f-fuck — fuck a-ah—alessio. . .”

a spank to your thigh pours more tears down your face. an ache to join the ones in your back and knees from the position alessio pushed you into. propped up on his pillows with your legs hooked over his pistoning hips.

pounding. squelching. an array of messy noises and fevered movements as he fucks you into his mattress after a long mission.

all while vibrant emerald eyes take you in hungrily. watching as his slick dick disappears into your gummy tightness. with a perfect circle of cream around his base.

“look at this pretty pussy. all for me, huh?”

you could claw. you could squirm. whine, cry and hiccup — but there was no stopping the way those rough hands would grab the plush of your thighs. how they yank you back down so that you're swallowing the entirety of his throbbing dick. feeling him cream against all your sweet spots in squirting spurts of hot white cum.

“missed papi's cock didn't ya? missed him filling you up. oh she's telling me everything,” the merc would chuckle, reaching a hand down to pat over your weeping cunt.

long, ringed fingers spreading your folds and purposefully shallowing his thrusts to see the way to squirt and spasm around his hilt. if only to deliver your clit a light slap.

“such a slut. tan bueno para mi. tomando a papi como una puta desesperada.”

his whisper in your ear would leave you clenching. another slap. then a pinch — and now he's thumbing your poor pearl into another wet orgasm.

you're arching. the swirl of pleasure turning into burning bliss when he's carelessly yanking you all the way down and ramming against your cervix.

“a-angh! a-al — papi please - pl—eaasseee,”

tears stain your scrunched up face. oh but all he'd do is grab your cheeks between his rough fingers, squish your soft face and lick the flat of his tongue across the salty droplets. his black lipstick soon finding your ear.

“eso es. eso es. . . mmm. . . correte para mi guapa. f-fuck — correte para mi mientras te follo aqui mismo. una mas - una maaass. . .”

you're seeing stars. tightening up and squirting all over him like a good little darling. easing a deep, raspy groan from the back of his throat. all while he keeps pounding. hitting your cervix with every heavy thrust. making you curl and scramble.

only so that he can pull you back. shove your pelvis down with a single hand and apply just the right pressure. so that your eyes are rolling and your mouth's drooling.

all you receive is a breathy chuckle. dark strands curtaining his face as those dilated, lustful eyes lock onto yours.

“awww pobre bebè. . . we don't run from a good fucking, now do we? yeeaah. lay there and take it.”

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱ earth 781 alessio arias ⊹ ۪ ࣪

[kiatheinsomniac]

hi kiaa!! i hope youre doing good and school is going good too :) dont overwork yourself pls girl 😩❤️

since requests are open i figured id come and request something!! how would the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob) react to the reader being extremely sick? how would they take care of the reader? would they be scared of catching the sickness? etc etc. ❤️

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: yeee, uni's been fine! i'm done until september now so all I really have to do is pray I've passed all my modules (looking at you, spanish and latin american culture and italian history) and do my summer reading for next year's modules <3 and i make sure to never overwork myself on my blog! i really like what i do here anyway so i can manage lots of writing hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: very slight angst in Jacob's part

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ Altaïr takes a break from his work to look after you. When he knows you'll do alright on your own for a while, he'll go out to train for a few hours to stay in shape but that and cooking meals for you are the only times he'll be leaving your side.

♡ he'll do everything he can to keep your temperature normal whether it's tenderly wiping down your body with a cool, damp cloth while another is folded over your forehead or he's having to bundle you up with blankets while he spoon feeds you, he'll stay by your side to keep you company and will be reading books while you rest.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ Ezio brings in whatever doctors he can find to look after you but he'll be hovering around in the meantime to make sure they're treating you well and being careful (he'll honestly treat you like you're made of glass).

♡ he'll stay by your side for as long as possible and even if he has to leave you in Claudia's or a doctor's care for the day, he's in the kitchen in the evening cooking meals that Maria taught him to make and then sitting on the edge of your bed to feed them to you while he asks how you've been and he tells you about his day.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ Ratonhnhaké:ton will treat you himself for as much is in his ability to before he goes into town to call out a doctor to see you. He'll diligently follow any perscriptions that you're given and he'll put almost everything on hold to look after you. He grew up without a father, he lost his mother and his whole village - he's not going to lose you too.

♡ he'll make sure you get enough fresh air, enough water, enough to eat. He'll be making herbal concoctions for you to help you heal faster. He just wants to see you better again.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

♡ he calls in the best doctors he can right away. He doesn't want to leave your side and he'll take some time away from the brotherhood is he has to. He'll cook for you, light meals like soups or stews that are easier for you to eat in your current state.

♡ he'll read to you but he keeps his distance a little. He doesn't want the both of you to get sick because then he won't be able to look after you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ jacob frye

♡ Jacob's never really been good at the caretaker role. Even when he was younger and Evie was ill, their father was the one to look after her while he was just left to his own devices. Jacob would always notice that he didn't receive the same level of emotional care from his father when he fell ill though.

♡ so, he calls in a doctor/nurse and follows all the instructions they give him to look after you. He doesn't care if he gets ill too, he'll cuddle with you and chat with you and he'll even sing quietly to you while cooling your forehead with a damp cloth or bundling you up in blankets. He'll basically care for you in every way he's advised and then in every way he noticed Evie got but he didn't from their father but he always wanted. He doesn't want you to feel the way he did.

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[aethersgirlfriend]

cumulus and phantom is one of my favourite ships so have some <them3 thoughts under the cut!!! im so tempted to write a fic ab them so if u have any ideas pls share i need a prompt

cumulus being the one who put the blanket on him and got him to drink water after his summoning

lus calling him honey and phantom calling her my love when he isn't too awestruck ("hi honey" "HIIIIIIII")

him always sending her photos of clouds

them combining their elements to make his magick spread around the den faster or to make her air have more healing abilities when she uses it to cool down someone with a fever

phant practically running to her room and crawling on top of her after a long day of practice with omega and aether and laying on her chest purring so loud while she scratches that one spot behind his left horn

him bringing her shiny rocks and little trinkets he finds during the day and leaving it outside her door with a sticky note saying ' :) ' and no one knows she has a whole box for them under her bed

him being completely inlove with her beauty in a way that makes her blush and squeal and run to rora after getting a response to a photo she sent him who will gasp and squeal with her as cumulus runs onto her bed and kicks her feet and rory is actively aw-ing at her summoning buddy and cir walks in and can't even pretend to be mad that the new summon is seducing her lover because the way he's going about it is so adorable

her kissing over his scars and insecurities and calling him beautiful

he comes to her a couple nights before they start touring and he admits that he's terrified he'll do a bad job at replacing aether and that everyone will hate him (im sorry but theres no phantom ghoul thoughts without a sprinkle of angst) and she listens and comforts him and he sobs so hard he accidentally sends out a massive wave of quintessence (his magick acts up when he feels strong emotions!! topside things xx) that makes them both go a bit silly and they're lying on his bed giggling over some dumb photo of a pufferfish and swiss walks in like because he smelt the magick and he's so confused

cumulus and swiss known as the 2 ghouls who serenaded the new summons before anyone else could (they OWN the title.)

him killing 3 birds with one stone and coming into the girls den with 3 roses in his mouth

aurora and phantom are more ghoul-like/animalistic than any of the others so cumulus will walk into her room to find a nest on her bed made of everyone's clothes and duvets and blankets and sheets etc etc and look inside to find the 2 cuddled up, kneading at eachother, tails intertwined, purring very loudly and when they smell her their ears immediately perk up and they let out happy ghoul noises and drag her in to do their ghoul loving ghoul ritual

he panicked so much when he first got his claws stuck in her gorgeous hair that he almost started crying because he thought he'd 1. hurt her and 2. be the reason she had to cut some of it off but she hushed him and called mountain who giggled at his reaction and got a whole kit from the kitchen - this happens all the time. none of the boys can help but appreciate her cloud like mane of hair

they have the best nonverbal communication. (they communicate mainly in ghoul noises and she understands his confused head tilts nearly as good as swiss can, but no one can beat rora)

aeth got then matching pj's because he's a cutie and phantom refused to take them off until she politely told him he smelled like shit

them baking together and him being covered in flour

aether, mountain and swiss all pampering her like the goddess she is and phantom finds them and feels left out so aether shows him a few quint tricks that has cumulus asleep in minutes and phantom just sits there playing with her hair as she snoozes feeling so proud of himself

lus having to go to the library alone one day after there was an incident with dew and a few of mountains potted plants and phantom immediately jumps at the opportunity and follows her around the library for wayyy longer then she's normally there and she's just handing him books that she thinks sounds good and he's carrying every single one because he wants the praise (he's so real)

him seeing lus at one of the many balls held throughout the year and even though his date is aurora, he's completely gobsmacked at her dress and just everything about her but aurora totally agrees so they just kind of admire her from afar

[milkybonya]

slip ☆ big naughty

order 070, anon: large taro milk tea with banana tapioca pearls, pudding, and regular tapioca pearls for big naughty

! : suggestive (kissing/making out), swear words/explicit language, a lot of bickering, kind of cliché and fast paced

# : enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, academic rivals, big naughty (Seo Donghyun x gn reader, ft. bestie Haon

[💌: yes i keep using old photos of bigna because he looks cuddly n sof and what about it !!!! also my fav song from hopeless romantic is papillon. and why is he going to so many festivals pls do a world tour sir we're waiting]

"oh, fuck off y/n," Donghyun snaps.

"i literally just want to sit in my seat," you say, pointing to your spot that Donghyun is sitting in.

he scowls at you and sticks his tongue out, turning back to his friends.

"what the fuck is your problem?" you sigh. "why can't i just sit in my seat?"

"your mom," he replies, laughing with his friends.

you groan and sit in his spot instead. he watches you carefully, trying to find more things he can pick on you about.

"what did you get on last week's assignment?" he asks.

"your mom," you reply with a smirk, proud of your retaliation.

"touché," replies Donghyun. "well, i got 99%."

"i got 100 so suck it," you say, turning back to him and sticking your tongue out.

you hear someone laugh and recognize it immediately as your friend, Haon. he walks into class and sits in his spot usually next to you, but currently taken by Donghyun.

"suck it fr, Donghyun," Haon says, opening his books.

"shut up, you can barely even pass half the time," Donghyun whines.

you burst out laughing and Donghyun smiles to himself.

the two of you are sworn enemies, academic rivals.

"but you guys enjoy this, don't you?" Haon asks you as he eats his lunch with you in the cafeteria.

you shake your head.

"he's so annoying, i can't stand him. he's literally so dumb and immature."

Haon shrugs, continuing to eat.

-

that week in class, a new assignment is announced. you're ready to do research and present the best ppt ever... until they say it's a creative project... and a group project, too. a group project in pairs. assigned pairs.

"i'm placing the two rivals in this class together because i'm sure if you actually work together, you can get something spectacular done," your teacher explains.

all eyes on the class turn to you and Donghyun. you can see Haon laughing somewhere within your peripheral vision as you try to look straight ahead.

"y/n and Donghyun, you'll be the first group to present. come take your assignment sheet."

you look back to see Donghyun rolling his eyes and sighing, exaggerating his every move and sound. so, you get up and fetch the sheet yourself.

everyone gets 10 minutes to read the assignment over before the class continues, and you drag your seat to Donghyun's desk so you can both read it over.

"this is so dumb," Donghyun sighs.

"i.. think it's quite fun, actually! we're given a lot of freedom for the presentation.. what should we do?!" you ask.

"i say we write a song. i know a thing or two about music. and you can come to my place; i have the equipment," Donghyun quickly explains while looking down at his phone.

you sigh. this is going to be tough.

-

Donghyun's house is big, clean, and extremely organized. you look around like a tourist at a foreign museum, taking in everything and also trying to find any baby photos of Donghyun to use as blackmail. you find his class president promo poster on the door of his room and immediately take a photo.

"everyone's already seen that. it won't do much for you," he says nonchalantly, making you jump as he walks from behind you into his room and onto his bed.

"let's go to my studio; it's easier to work there," he says with a smirk.

deep down, he's excited. he's excited for you to see the studio and feel shocked. he's excited to show you that he's more than just a bookworm. why is he excited? he doesn't know.. well.. because he gets to show off and one-up you, right?!

you follow behind him, imagining his studio as a tiny closet with a cheap mic, but you're suprised to find a soundproofed room filled with art, a weird toilet-chair, and a setup that looks like it belongs to a producer.

"wha--?" your jaw is dropped as you look around.

Donghyun's face is burning up, your shocked face makes him feel so proud he could die right now and die happy.

"Donghyun, this is all yours?" you ask.

"yeah, it's whatever. anyways, come sit. let's figure out what we want to do," he says as he sits in his chair, leaning back and turning on the desktop.

it takes a while for you to come up with ideas because you're still so in shock, but eventually, the two of you come up with the bare bones draft of a song. by then, it's pretty late and you decide you should go home.

right as Donghyun is sending you off at the door, his mom walks in.

"oh, hey Donghyun! i'm home.. who is this? a friend from school?"

"i'm y/n, Donghyun's classmate. we were just working on a project together," you say with a smile.

Donghyun's mom smiles back and nods, saying goodbye to you along with his son who glares at you as you leave.

"what kind of classmate do you glare at as they leave, huh Donghyun?" his mom asks him once you're gone.

"a classmate i hate."

-

back in class the next day, you excitedly race to Donghyun to talk about the song you've made.

"i was thinking about it all night! i have so many ideas now... we can incorporate some of our favourite poets' work into the song.. we can also sample some classical artists because we're gonna talk about how copyrighting and stuff is a blurry line, right?!" you ramble on.

"excuse me, do i know you?" Donghyun asks, trying to glare at you but breaking out into a laugh.

his laughter makes you crack up, and you don't notice Haon staring at you. the classroom's biggest rivals are suddenly laughing together?

you spend all of lunch talking about the song with Donghyun, and you go back to his place that night to work on the song again. his mom brings you fruits and wishes you luck as the two of you keep getting more and more ideas for the song.

"what about a music video?!" you suggest.

"let's make Haon the villain," Donghyun jokes.

"hey, hey.. don't bring my friend into this!"

-

the next day, you use your lunch period to film the music video. at this point, all sorts of rumours are spreading throughout the school. most of them involve you and Donghyun dating.

"i heard from someone that you went over to his house and spent the whole night making out with him instead of studying. what do you have to say for yourself, y/n?!" Haon asks you before a class begins.

"they can all fuck off. everyone will see when we present that we've actually been working hard," you explain.

-

at Donghyun's place, the two of you meet to add the final touches to the song and music video. you're so invested on fixing up a specific scene that Donghyun speaking makes you jump.

"don't you think it's so dumb that everyone thinks we're dating," he says.

you raise your brows at him while your heartrate returns to normal. "you heard it too?"

he nods, running his fingers through his soft, dark locks.

"yeah," you agree with a scoff, "it's really dumb."

"what if we fake date to make them think they're right and then a week later or something tell everyone ha we were just pranking!" Donghyun explains with a toothy grin, his hair falling back into his face.

"huh? w-why would we do that?"

Donghyun shrugs. "because it's fun."

you don't see the fun in any of this.

"okay, if you agree to fake date me, i'll... purposely fail the next test."

you perk up at the sound of that and Donghyun smirks.

"deal, then?"

"no... what would fake-dating entail?" you ask, leaning back in your chair next to Donghyun.

he presses the keys on his keyboard as he speaks. "acting like a couple but not actually being a couple?"

"okay, i know that much, but are we talking full pda or--"

💌: (pda means public display of affection, things like holding hands, kissing, etc that a couple does!)

"gross!" Donghyun yelps, pushing you and covering his face as it turns pink.

"get your head out the gutter! we'll just go with the flow, nothing too wild," he explains, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

you find yourself agreeing and the next morning, the day of your presentation, Donghyun is at your front door.

"Donghyun?" you ask, shocked.

"we're dating, aren't we? so let me walk you to school," he says, slipping his hand into yours.

"fake dating," you clarify as you lock the door.

"well.. anyways, all ready for the presentation today?" he asks, pushing his glasses up with his free hand. he grins at you; a small, curious grin.

"yep! i'm so excited... i think the reactions will be legendary," you say.

you both try to ignore the butterflies you feel each time you look at your interlocked fingers.

-

"they're holding hands?"

"i told you they're dating!"

"is it a prank?"

"y/n just wants to make Haon jealous."

the whispers start the second you and Donghyun enter the school grounds while holding hands, and they don't stop.

Haon races up to you in class once you're in your seat, demanding answers.

"i haven't seen you in a week and you say it's because of this project and now you're holding hands with your sworn enemy?!"

you shrug in response and he sighs.

looking back at Donghyun, you find he was already looking at you. quickly, he looks away, his cheeks red.

"okay, class. let's start the presentations! Haon and Seunghoon can go first," the teacher says.

you watch your best friend sigh as he stands, shuffling over to the front. you cheer him on and watch eagerly as he presents, but you're also nervous for your turn.

well, you don't even have time to be nervous! you're up next!!

the class murmurs as you both walk up and Donghyun smiles at you, lovingly? you can't tell if he's putting on the fake dating act or if his small smile and warm eyes are genuinely shooting out love hearts for you.

you shrug it off and focus on the presentation. luckily, you and Donghyun both present without any mistakes, and both the class and teacher love it!

"i knew something good would come out of pairing you both together!" the teacher says.

after the class, so many people come up to you both with questions about the song. Haon jokingly tells everyone that no paparazzi is allowed.

"move back!" he shouts, gently pushing the students away.

while Haon is unknowingly distracting them, Donghyun whispers into your ear.

"on the count of three, let's run."

"one." he smiles at you.

"two." he takes your hand.

"three!" he pulls you towards him as he sprints out of the class and you trail behind him.

your laughter echoes through the halls as you both stop in an empty classroom to catch your breaths.

"why?!" you ask Donghyun, who shrugs his shoulders.

"this is so much better," he says, panting while smiling.

"agreed," you reply.

there's an awkward silence between you both and you look around the classroom, not noticing Donghyun's eyes on you.

"can i kiss you?" he suddenly asks.

"huh?!" you whip your head around.

Donghyun's eyes are sparkling. he's serious, genuinely meant the question he asked.

"yes," you reply, knowing you mean it but not knowing why.

before you can try to find out, Donghyun is pressing his lips to yours and cupping your cheeks. his kiss is warm, and soft. you see stars; you feel butterflies like never before. he's practically taking you to heaven but brings you back down the second he pulls away.

"i-i'm sorry," he says, sheepishly, looking ashamed but cute with his cheeks all rosy.

"no. i wanted to," you say, reaching for his hand.

why are you reaching for his hand? your body is acting on instincts that you aren't even aware of.

you hear a low whistle from outside the classroom.

"so this is where you ran off to?" Haon asks, stepping into the class.

you quickly let go of Donghyun's hands.

"you have a lot of explaining to do, y/n," Haon tells you.

-

an hour spent at a café with Haon and he's had his jaw dropped the whole time as you've been talking.

"okay and so basically now you both kissed and you're wondering if you have real feelings for him?" Haon asks.

you slowly nod, taking a sip of your drink. your friend shakes his head at you, smirking.

"you fucking idiot. you've had feelings for him this whole time and haven't known! just date him for real already," Haon says.

"it isn't that easy! who knows how he feels about me," you point out.

Haon laughs, "he asked if he could kiss you. you don't think he likes you?"

your phone vibrates on the table. Donghyun's caller id flashes on the screen.

"answer it," Haon says. "i bet he wants to confess."

"hello?" you speak into your phone, stepping outside of the café so you can hear better.

"hey.. you're not busy, are you?" Donghyun asks in a small voice.

you look back at Haon. "no, why?"

"about what happened today.. i want to say that i don't regret it. i wanted that.. and i still want it.,"

"what do you mean?" you ask.

"i like you, y/n. for real. let's date.. for real?" he asks.

"you idiot. why aren't you telling me this in person," you joke.

"because i'm shy. answer me first," he whines.

you laugh, telling him that you feel the same.

"everything is happening so fast," you say.

"you're right, but let's not waste any more time. do you wanna come over?" Donghyun asks.

Haon looks up moments later to find you rushing in to grab your things.

"i'm so sorry Haon, i've gotta go," you say.

"just go. go to him," Haon says, sipping on his drink.

-

at Donghyun's house, his mom invites you in and you walk straight to his studio. the second you knock on his door, he opens it. clearly, he's been waiting.

and he wastes no time before he pins you to the door and his lips crash onto yours, tenderly melting against you as his hands slowly come down to wrap around your waist. he sighs in relief as your cool hands cup his warm cheeks, pulling him closer.

"was that okay?" he whispers after he pulls away.

"yes.. we like each other and we're dating now, right?" you ask.

Donghyun shyly nods. he takes you by the hand toward his chair, inviting you into his lap after he first takes a seat.

"wanna watch a movie with me?" he asks.

-

in class the next day, the two of you act as normal... as normal as a couple who were enemies before, then fake dated and are now dating for real could act.

people still don't know if your relationship is real or not, and some snobby popular girl comes all the way to your class from hers just to find out.

"it's real.. right? Donghyun, you wouldn't be dating your rival.. right? c'mon, i know you like me--"

she's cut off by the sound of your boyfriend scoffing.

"excuse me? like you? who even are you?" Donghyun asks, not even looking at the girl but instead focusing on drawing circles on the back of your hand as he holds it in his.

the girl is dumbfounded and storms away. you look at Donghyun, surprised that he stood up for you. he kisses your nose and giggles.

"i have to get used to this," you say.

"used to what?"

"you defending me for a change."

Donghyun shakes his head at you.

"get to your spots, everyone! we have a test today," the teacher says.

you look back at Donghyun before going to your desk, and he throws you a wink.

it's after class that you realize why--he kept his promise. he purposely failed his test because you agreed to fake date him.

"why would you do that, though? we stopped fake dating," you explain during lunch.

"but you still agreed, and a deal is a deal," he says with a small smile.

-

that night, you go to Donghyun's house again. in the studio, you recount the events that happened with that dumb popular girl and how Donghyun failed a test for the first time. you both laugh your heads off until a long silence prompts you to speak again.

you kneel down so you're eye-level with your boyfriend as you say, "Donghyun, you did really well today. i'm so proud of you. you did so much for me.. i don't deserve it."

"can i kiss you?" he suddenly asks without hesitation.

as soon as you nod yes, he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, below your lips and above your chin. his touch as he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb is warm and soft. when he pulls away, even though you weren't kissing him, you miss the feeling of his lips on you.

his eyelids flutter open and he stares at you with stars on his eyes, his cheeks dusted red.

you unconsciously whine and pout, wanting to kiss him, making Donghyun break into a smile.

"you missed," you say, pointing to your lips.

"you're crazy," he tells you, but he still kisses you for real this time and butterflies rage within you as he pulls you onto his lap. it feels like you're melting onto his chest as one of his hands hold the back of your neck and the other your back.

Donghyun's phone starts vibrating on his desk but he pays it no mind, fully focusing on his racing heart and how sweet you taste, how warm you are to hold and how much he loves you.

he tells you this, breathes and mumbles it against your lips and you have to hold onto him because you feel so weak.

"D-Donghyun i can't.. i need a break.. my heart is exploding," you stutter.

he holds your waist and lets you lean back, admiring you.

"you don't think my heart also feels like there's warfare happening in there?" he asks with a toothy grin.

"i hate you," you say while smiling.

"oh? why are you sitting in my lap then?"

"fuck off."

"did you mean 'fuck me' instead? cause i will--"

"SHUT UP!" you shout, standing up.

Donghyun is a laughing mess, clapping his hands together and gasping for air.

"i'm sorry," he says with a smile, reaching for your hand as you jokingly turn your back to him.

[hhoneyglasss]

bloodstream

notes: howdy!! here’s the alexis ver. of this lil’ mini series i’m doing! i’ll probs get the tank one for sam out by tmrw. also, i wanted to mention that this mini series (and specifically the alexis ver.) was inspired by this fanfic i saw on ao3!!! pls go check it out, it’s amazing and their writing is stunning!!

link to ao3 fanfic mentioned ((written by @gingerbreadmonsters here on tumblr!!))

pairings: past vague relationship with alexis & sam, present romantic relationship with darlin’ & sam

pov: alexis — third person limited

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46426420

!!! TWs {{these begin under the cut}} !!! obsession, slightly graphic description of violence, & a lot of blood is mentioned, even if it’s just for figurative language. ((pls let me know if i missed any!!))

hope u enjoy.

Alexis Solaire is in love with Sam Collins.

It’s the kind of love that you think it is, too— the kind that buries its claws so deep into you that the boundaries between you and it are blurred beyond recognition. Now even after fifteen years, Alexis couldn’t find the line that separated her and her undying love for Sam anymore.

But it’s not like she’s been trying to look for it, anyways.

She hasn’t been able to get him off her mind since the night she turned him, and believe her, she’s tried everything. The shadows of him are always lingering in her subconscious no matter how hard she tries to blow them away. The part of her that was consumed by Sam when she turned him seemed to melt ever so slowly, spreading throughout her until every aspect of his being flowed through her bloodstream.

Instead of making amends herself, Alexis waited. She sat atop her throne smothered in his blood, awaiting the day he found his forgiveness and came running back to her, just like she knew he always would.

She had imagined it more times than she could count; her welcoming him back with open arms and them both living an eternity together. The thought always made a smile tug at her usual neutrality, the crimson flecks in her irises glittering.

Alexis bided her time and kept her impatience at bay, allowing Sam the time he needed to realize that he belonged with her. Even as the weeks, months, and years went by, she still waited for him. No matter how many times the flowers bloomed and the leaves fell, she’d be sitting there, anticipating his return.

But her rose-tinted lenses seemed to shatter as Sam walked into a clan meeting one night with a Shifter around his arm. Her crimson crown toppled from off her head and clattered onto the floor, shattering into bloody fragments as she finally stood up from off her throne.

Jealousy took no time to grab her by the throat and force the air out of her lungs, whispering to her that he’s found someone else, that he’s forgotten about her. Her fangs ached in her mouth, begging for release so she could pounce onto that wretched wolf and rip them apart, limb from limb.

Alexis didn’t understand. What did this wolf have that she didn’t? Alexis had always promised Sam the world if he asked for it— she’d kill for him if need be. She vowed herself to him for the rest of her immortal days; she’d devote her entire life to him if that’s what he wanted.

So why them?

Alexis had run out of Wonderworld, ignoring her maker’s orders to come back as she leapt away. She sprinted until she felt like her legs would break and her lungs would burst, collapsing onto the ground in a messy heap. She laid on her back and looked up at the sky, cursing whatever malevolent deity had looked down on her and divined that she wasn’t worthy of Sam’s love. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bathed in the moon’s glow, quiet sobs whisked away in the cool wind of the night.

She tried to tell herself that this would end, that this fling he had with this wolf would eventually lead to disaster. From what she’s heard of them, tragedy seemed to follow them wherever they went, so what made Sam any different? Alexis promised she would be there for him when the dust from their destruction settled, convincing herself that he would finally realize where he belonged.

But month after month, nothing seemed to change. The care he felt for them finally blossomed into love, and that mutt began referring to him as their ‘mate’. She watched as he smiled widely whenever they walked into the room, and realized she had never been able to make his eyes light up in the way they could.

Regret, envy, and anger tore itself through her every time she felt his heartbeat pick up from just their presence. It sliced at her core as she felt his love for them burn her like sunlight splashing itself on her skin.

And she tried to control her feelings, she really did. She told herself that her behavior was unbecoming for the princess that she was.

And so it goes— Alexis continued to keep to herself, a stone face beginning to match the cold rock freezing her heart solid. She grew more and more impassive each day, but she hadn’t given up yet.

Alexis reclaimed her place on her bloody throne and reconstructed her crown, waiting for the right moment to make her move. She didn’t care if she had to wait decades, centuries, or millenia for it.

We all know what the stories say— the princess always wins against the big bad wolf.

[satorudoll]

ur theme is prettyyyy

HYE ZARI !! tysm babes 😽 + ong ur theme is literally gorg pls ! 😻🥵 ALSO, thanks for the follo ! Let's be moots ! (๑˃ᴗ˂)

[heavyeditsnz]

m/aidloid sickfic real

i love a/cme i/ku a lot so i wrote a fic abt her :> pls read :3

tags: female snz, illness, stuck sneezes & inducing, master/maid (implied) CWs: some mess word count: 3k

The blaring alarm clock cut through her sleep and pounded in her head. 

Sweat-slicked hair clung to the maid’s face as she staggered out of bed, a disoriented groan escaping as she stumbled to her feet. The room began to sway as she righted herself, and she clutched the edge of her desk to stay upright. 

“Uuuuh…” Iku groaned softly as she swayed where she stood, one hand pressed against her temple as it throbbed with every shrill beep from the alarm clock and the other hand slamming down on the offending machine. It was only 8 or so in the morning, and here was one Iku Acme, devoted maid to her one and only… barely able to stand. Or breathe through her nose.

Though eventually the room stopped swimming, and the dizzy maid staggered over to her bedroom mirror with a shaky groan. Her head felt heavy and full; her throat raw and itchy. God, she never woke up feeling this bad… She shivered as she looked at herself, clad in only her pajamas (that were now drenched in sweat). Glassy green eyes stared back at her reflection, her face pale and flushed with fever, the rims of her nostrils tinted a faint pink…

“It w-wasn’t this cold l-last night…” Iku muttered to herself as she still went about setting out her uniform to change into. Master would be up soon, and she couldn’t just ditch work just because of a little illness! Besides, maybe a shower would help her feel better.

The bathroom was much warmer than her bedroom, thank God, though the shivering only increased as Iku stripped out of her pajamas and underwear. Beads of sweat began to dot her bust and shoulders despite her continued shivering, and she reached for the hot water knob to turn on the shower.

The warm steam filling the air eased her shivering, and she stepped into its warm rain to freshen up for the day. Though it wasn’t long before her energy had begun to run out; Iku slumped against the shower wall, her cheek resting on the cold porcelain tiling. Jeez, just showering shouldn’t be this exhausting…

Eventually she managed to push herself away from the wall and go about washing her hair. Her head still ached even as she rubbed the shampoo in, the shower steam making her nose run…

She sniffled, but it did nothing to stem the moisture threatening to leak out of Iku’s nose. 

Rinsing out the suds in her hair left her dizzy, and the lingering scent of the shampoo was already starting to bother her. Iku scrunched her nose and sniffled again, maybe if she focused on breathing in the steam then she wouldn’t make herself dizzy again…

So the maid did just that, inhaling through her nose as deeply as she comfortably could while she washed her body. The warm steam helped in loosening up the congestion threatening to block her nose, with the cost of making it run even more. She periodically sniffled and wiped at her pink-tinted nose; the congestion had loosened up for a brief moment, but the shampoo’s scent quickly flooded her nose.

It twitched and scrunched as an itch began to spark, and Iku’s breathing began to hitch before she was even aware of it. 

“Ha’h—...” Her lips parted; the maid’s sudsy hands moving up to cover the oncoming explosion. Iku’s eyelids flickered, then squeezed shut as she finally pitched forward. “Ha’hhISSHEW!” She sneezed into her soapy hands, pulling away to find suds on her cheeks and and snot on her fingers, not to mention she was congested all over again. With a groan and a tired sniffle she rinsed her hands under the running shower, and washed her face before turning off the shower and stepping out of it. 

Her foot hitting the cold tiled floor sent a shiver up the ill maid’s spine, and Iku gritted her teeth as she quickly hopped onto a shower mat. Though that brief bit of exposure already had her shivering again as she reached for a towel to wrap around her body, followed by a second one to wrap her damp hair in. 

Cold, so cold… Iku sniffled again as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom to dry her hair and get dressed; a thicker, heavier sniffle that did next to nothing in keeping her nose from running. She reluctantly let go of her towel to dry herself off, sniffling as she stepped into a clean pair of panties and clipped on a bra. Put on her stockings, step into her skirt, pull on her sleeves and button her blouse, don’t forget to pin on your name tag…

“hi’h?”

Her nose twitched, her nostrils flaring and her eyes watering... 

“hI’h-... Ha’h-...” She needed to… 

Iku’s brow furrowed in a mix of desperation and annoyance; why now of all times… The sick maid reeled back as her hitching grew more desperate; her hands feeling for something, anything to cover with. Tissues too far away, using your hands would be gross… “hIh-...hh’- hA’h—!” The itch in the back of her nose slowly blossomed into something much more intense, quickly traveling up her airways and threatening to explode out of her (and all over her uniform if she wasn’t careful). 

The towel she used was closest, so she snatched it up just as she pitched forwards into her hands. “hA’PSHh!! hA’pSHoo!!”

Each sneeze folded Iku at the waist with nearly enough force to knock her over. She sighed softly in relief as the itch in her nose had dissipated, and she sniffled and wiped the now dampened rims of her nostrils with the towel she had used. These towels weren’t to be used for that purpose, as an emergency handkerchief, but it was either that or sneezing into her hands… 

Now that her nose had settled down she sat down to dry her hair. The blow-dryer’s whirring exacerbated Iku’s headache, but she still pushed through in brushing her hair in her usual style; tied up into a ponytail held in place with her favorite onion-shaped ponytail holder. She put on her lace headband in front of it and snapped on her red choker, and stood up and got ready to tackle the day… or crash trying to.

Iku sniffled and rubbed at her nose as she stepped out of her bedroom. All was eerily silent, was Master still asleep? Just down the hall was his bedroom, and she couldn’t hear anything behind it. 

She quickly swiped at her nose again and strolled over to her Master’s bedroom door, reaching for its doorknob and muffling a cough into her free hand. 

She twisted the doorknob and stepped into an empty room with an empty bed. “Master…?” Iku croaked, but he still wasn’t there. That was odd… 

Looking around the room revealed a basket of clothes needing to be washed. Good, maybe her chores could distract from how awful she felt. She lugged the laundry basket out of the bedroom and over to load the washer, measuring out detergents…

“hA’h-... hAh’hSHoo!!” 

She pitched forwards again, nearly dropping the bottle of detergent. Iku sniffled and rubbed at her nose again, trying to soothe the itch building up again, though all she ended up doing was coaxing it out for real. “aH’tSHOo!! hAh’tSHew!! ah- aH’tShoo!!”

She was the only one at home, so sneezing into the open air could be excused, at least for now. Iku hitched again, her trembling fingers reaching up to try and cover another sneeze, but the itch bothering her nose had finally dissipated. With a tired sigh she went about loading the laundry into the washing machine, grateful for the congestion blocking her nose. Detergent always bothered her nose, but thankfully she was too sick to smell it. 

Once the washing machine was running Iku went about cleaning the windows. Cleaning gave her something to focus on that wasn’t the pounding in her head or the itching brewing in the back of her nose. Spray and wipe, spray and wipe… “hAh-? h-hH’aa—! Phew…”

Her nose began to run, and Iku sniffled deeply in an attempt to keep her leaky nose at bay, continuing on until the windows were finally clean. She was starting to feel tired, dizzy, sleepy… Iku sat down on the couch once she finished cleaning the windows, shivering and eventually curling in on herself. 

Iku had no idea where her Master had gone this early in the morning. And even if she did, her feverish mind was too muddled to try and put together a coherent idea. She glanced down at the table in front and her eyes widened, was that…?

The sniffling maid snatched up two, three tissues from the box on the table and blew her nose into them. Even with her being alone in the house she couldn’t work up enough strength to really blow, but Iku still blew into the wad until she could breathe somewhat easily through her nose, and sighed in relief as the pressure in her head let up, if only just a little.

Slowly, as to not make herself dizzy, she stood up and headed towards the kitchen. Fresh coffee for Master and a glass of water for herself… The shivering resumed as Iku stood alone in the kitchen, her pink-tinted nose twitching as the smell of coffee filled the air. Thinking quickly she pressed the back of her hand against her flaring nostrils to try and suppress the urge to sneeze. If Master was out, then he’d want coffee when he came back; just sneezing around his coffee seemed rude.

Her eyelids flickered, and Iku yawned as the coffee pot filled up. Exhaustion was already threatening to pull the ill maid under, but she resolved to at least try and wait until Master got back.

Iku staggered back into the front room while the coffee brewed, gingerly sipping her glass of water between sniffles and swipes at her nose. It had begun to leak again, her irritated nostrils now a noticeable pink. It took two, three ineffective sniffles and a near-miss sneeze for Iku to blow her nose again.

The coffee pot stopped after a while, and she stood up to go get it, swaying and wobbling where she stood. Iku’s vision began to dip and sway again, and she quickly sat back down before she fell over. She coughed again, doubling over as a coughing fit wracked her body and wheezing pitifully once the coughs finally stopped. Maybe she shouldn’t try to stand up. She was barely aware of the front door knob clicking and turning, the door itself opening to reveal…

“Master…?” Iku rasped.

The “Master” in question was a man, an average looking guy carrying a bag of groceries. “Ah, good morning Iku.” He greeted simply as he stepped inside and set down his bags. “The coffee smells great!” Not like Iku would know, given how congested she was.

She started to say something to him, but an itch began to brew in the back of her nose. An overwhelming, powerful itch… now stuck in her throat. Oh no… Her desperate hitching was what caught the man’s attention, the maid’s watery eyelids fluttering as she reeled back to try and coax the itch out. No luck. “H’hheh—... h’hHh—...”

He went over to the couch where Iku was sitting, where he got a full glimpse of how red and runny her nose was, not to mention how pale her face looked. Her lips were parted, the maid herself gasping and hitching as she struggled to dislodge the itch. “ihh—... h-h’ihh—...” She glanced at him out of the corner of her fluttering, watery eyes, hoping for some help…

The man wasn’t slow, and caught on as soon as Iku started hitching. He passed her the tissue box on the table, setting it in her lap once he noticed her hands wandering up to her face. Her eyes still watered to the point that tears were starting to spill over as she tried to coax out the sneeze. “ih’hh—... I-It ihhhitches…” Iku managed to gasp out, trembling hands gesturing towards her quivering nose and hoping Master would get the hint. “It ih-hH!-hhitches ss-so…”

Getting an idea, the man plucked up a tissue and twisted one corner of it. “Hey, look at me.” It wasn’t an order, but it ended up coming out as such and the sneezy maid complied, letting him lift her chin and gently insert the pointed tissue into her left nostril. The soft paper brushing against her irritated sinuses only increased Iku’s need to sneeze, one hand resting itself on her Master’s arm as he twisted the paper around and around. She gasped, her shoulders heaving with each intense hitch. “hA’h—!! hAa’hh—...” 

“Does this help?” Her Master asked before twirling the pointed end around in her nose. She managed a brief nod, and he removed the tissue point from her nose, somewhat soiled from the mucus lining the inside of the sick maid’s nostril. “W-Wha-hh…?” Iku whined, desperate for relief.

“I’m coming back, don’t worry.” He twisted a clean corner of the tissue and inserted that point into the maid’s right nostril, twisting and rolling the point to try and coax the itch out. “Any second now…”

He pushed the tissue point in just a bit deeper. That was what finally pushed Iku over the edge, the stuck itch finally exploding out of her as she pitched forwards into her Master’s shirt. “hHaA’PSHEW!!!” Iku’s grip on his sleeve tightened as she finally sneezed, too powerful for her to try and cover, too sudden for her to turn away. The tissue still hung from her nose as she reeled back again; she wasn’t done. 

“HA’kIISHOO!! Ha’hHSHOO!! hA’hIISSHEW!! Hih’psSHIHh!!! Hih’tSHOO!!! Ah’h— hA’tSHEW!!!” She nearly bumped into him each time she pitched forwards, each sneeze of hers spilling stringy snot on his shirt whether she wanted to or not.

It took a while, but the itch had finally been appeased, and Iku sighed shakily in relief as her nose settled down. The tissue stuck in her nostril was nearly coated in the sick maid’s stringy snot, and a noticeable amount of mess had been forced through her uncovered nostril; leaving a thin trail down her lips and a small stain on her Master’s shirt. She tried to pull the used tissue from her nose as gently as possible as to not spark another itch, but that failed. “hEh’— hE’tSHEW!!”

The man himself had yet to react to the stain on his shirt, however; looking over Iku with a bewildered look. “Bless you,” was all he could manage. That was… quite a display. One that set off many different thoughts in the man’s mind… 

“T-Tha’g you, M-Mb’aster…” Iku’s voice, thick with congestion, broke the man out of his thoughts. Important things first. “I-I—snf— didn’d b’ead to rui’d your s-shiih—...” Iku hitched again; her attempts to speak sparking another, thankfully less intense itch. “hI’h—... hI’pSHOO!!” She pitched forwards into her cupped hands this time, using her fingers to massage her aching nose. “I… d-didn’t mb’ead t-to rui’d y-your shirt, Mb’aster…”

The shirt was the last of his worries.

He pressed the back of his hand against Iku’s forehead as she sniffled and pawed at her runny nose, using his other hand to pluck some tissues from the tissue box in her lap and press them up to her leaky nose. “You’re warm.”

“I w-woke up—sdf— f-feeli’g warm…” the sick maid admitted. She blew her nose into the wad he held, producing a pitiful honk that finally moved the man. He got up and helped Iku to her feet before leading her down the hallway. “W-Whuh…?” she slurred. “Where are we g-goi’g…?”

The man gave his ill maid a gentle smile, and it took Iku a while to realize he brought her back to her bedroom. “Back to bed, of course.” 

“B-Bu’d… b-by chores…” 

“Don’t worry about chores. You need to rest.”

He stayed to help Iku out of her uniform and into a clean pair of pajamas, unclipping her choker and ponytail holder, even brushing the ill maid’s hair into a loose bun before tucking her into bed. He then produced a thermometer, nudging Iku awake before she could doze off again. “Open wide…” he sang, but ultimately just stuck it under her tongue while she was mid-yawn. 

“Yikes, you’re running a fever…” 

“M-Mb’aster…? snf”

“If I had known you were sick I would have bought some medicine! You’re burning up!”

“Mmuh… M-Maahh—...” This time Iku tugged on his shirt sleeve to get her Master’s attention. “I-I deed t-to… aHh-...”

He shut up after that and passed her the nearby tissue box. She snatched off a few, bracing herself for another sneeze, only for the itch to wither away. “hA’ah—!... ha’h?” 

…Well. He couldn’t help chuckling at the annoyed scowl on Iku’s face. “Need some help?” He joked, not expecting a serious response from her, so he was very much surprised to see her nod. “Ca’d you—sdf— do the tissue thi’g a-agai’d…?”

Of course Master couldn’t say no to the expectant look on Iku’s face, so he plucked up a clean tissue and twisted the corner into a stiff point. He gently took hold of her chin again and inserted the pointed end into her right nostril. Iku’s eyes watered on contact, her chest heaving with one particularly heavy hitch as the dormant itch in her nose sparked to life once more. “h-hH’HAah—!!” 

With that he was sure that she was on the edge, so he slowly pulled the tissue from Iku’s nose, wiggling it somewhat to dislodge it, and no sooner than when he had pulled it out she finally pitched forwards into the wad of tissue in her hands. “A’TSHOO!! Hah’tSHIIh!!!” He admittedly jumped, not expecting such a loud sneeze from the sick maid. “Bless you.” He reached out to rub her back as she regained her breath. “Tha’g you…” Iku rasped back. The man sat in silence as the maid sniffled and blew her nose, unbothered by how soupy and thick her nose blows sounded. “Sounds like you needed that.” “Mb’y d’ose s-still hurts…” Iku whined. He chuckled softly.  “Get some rest, Iku. I’ll handle the cleaning until you get better.” 

Her eyes widened somewhat, sniffling as he reached to mop some of her sweat-slicked hair from her face. “T-Tha’gs…” she slurred, slowly slipping into sleep. She yawned as her Master got up to tuck her in, and was already snoring by the time he left the room. 

[delleydroid]

hi its me real alula oneshot and i'm here

pls um um give me info on who you are and i follo w u ba ck........!!

[yoraely]

Husband #2 wip (pls folloe me babgrill im trying to reconnect with all of my old moots)

HES SO PRETYYYYYY☹️☹️☹️🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[sanjidysphoria]

folloe me on insta pls

[xyozi]

tumblr pls im tired of nsfw accounts folloeing me 💔

[sadnysportsfan]

@brokensenseofhumor FOLLOS BACK PLS I ACCIDENTTLY BLOCKED U 😭😭

[kristalpepsi]

Wtf is WRNG w twttr, its been recmmndng e///d///twt 4 MONTHS n non of the ppl im fllwng r even FLLWNG THEM?? twttr (algorthm) r u OK???????????????

[ask-badlydrawn-mercosur]

(( If I ever get cancelled for something aph-related, may it be for being an unapologetic parbra shipper. ))