#rs: pining

[killugonficlibrary]

mixed media by nogoodalone ( T | 24,815 | 12/12 )

Killua Zoldyck couldn’t be happier with his life. He’s attending his dream school, living with his sister, pursuing an arts degree, and pissing off his parents via all of the above. With the second semester of his junior year underway, the only thing that could go wrong for him would be failing to get into his dream senior seminar.

Or learning that his sister is newly dating Gon Freecss, the same (only) guy Killua hooked up with back in September and promptly ghosted after being asked to dinner. Or discovering that Gon is also trying to get into the same senior seminar. Or realizing that he really, seriously should have just gone to business school and avoided this whole emotional crisis.

Art is pain and so is life, right?

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a modern art uni killugon au | for the 2024hxhbb

nogoodalone is on that streak istg. first they drop full count, and now this?? and they like- masterfully managed to weave in that alluka/gon love triangle, but in a way that is actually funny and endearing, and (most importantly) doesn't make me wanna leap into the nearest bush. adored every second of reading this.

~ gabs ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[rinielsaerwen]

I'm engaged!!! 💕😊

[monstermp3]

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[s-4pphics]

finished the outline for the second pt. y’all….. she’s wild she’s crazy she’s sick!!

[figsnpassionfruits]

Black Coffee

word count: 1k tags: logan howlett x fem!reader (can be read as gn!), fluff, established rs warnings: implication of nightmares dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest

He looked so peaceful.

The sound of the chirping birds travelled through the open windows, entering your home and filling your bedroom with it. It was the reason you were awake, along with fresh slight winds of the clear forest air, the curtains dancing to its flow.

You were facing Logan, a hand of yours on his bearded cheek, your thumb grazing his skin back and forth. It was not often that he got to sleep and rest like he was now. You had just moved into this house a few days ago. But you could already tell that for him, this was his safe place. Not only because it was in the middle of the pine tree forest, but also because of you.

He looked so peaceful.

Careful to not wake him, you scooped your legs up, lifting the covers only enough for you to wiggle out of bed silently. Glancing back at him with your lips in a tight line, you placed your feet one by one on the cool wooden planks, getting up slowly in order to not make the floor creak. Once up, you started tiptoeing out of your shared bedroom, heading to the bathroom to freshen up before going to the kitchen.

Logan loved black coffee. You did not understand how anyone could drink it that bitter but for him it was more of a functional drink than something to enjoy. Not that he needed it to wake up; that man was practically a unit anyway. It just made him feel more human to share coffee or tea with you in the morning. Besides, he was too proud to allow himself to add some milk or sugar. No matter how he was behind closed doors, a contrast to how strangers would see him, this was the one thing he would not change: The drinks stay bitter. Any time of the day where he is able to spend time with you is a blessing. So if he has to drink black coffee to have it; he will.

After pouring his coffee into his favourite mug, you tenderly walked up the stairs, trying to remain quiet in order to not wake him. No matter how at peace he seemed to be right now, Logan was used to be on edge his whole life. Any sound too noisy was able to wake him up right away, possibly with his claws out and adrenaline pumping through his veins, ready to get rid of the threat. It hurt your heart every time he had wake up like that. Therefore, being as quiet as possible was the way to go.

Once back upstairs in your bedroom you leaned on the doorframe, not able to hide the corners of your lips quirking up as you took another look at him.

He looked so peaceful.

As you walked cautiously to his side of the bed you placed the white mug on his nightstand, creating a small sound that made you cringe. You sat down next to his frame, slowly letting your hips sink into the mattress. Leaning over to him, you delivered small kisses over his nose and cheeks, resting a hand on his chest and the other on his cheek once you noticed him flinching awake.

“Good morning to you, too.” He mumbled, his voice raw and gravelly. Logan wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his exposed chest, his grip around your back tightening each second, making you giggle.

When trying to fight back and sit up, he only held on more, making you burst out a soft laugh. “Stop it!”

Logan grinned, his eyes crinkling as he let out a soft chuckle before finally letting go.

Once you sat up and rested your forearms on him, you took a good look at him, the eye contact filled with love and warmth.

He looked so peaceful.

Logan tucked a lose strand of your hair behind your ear, a large hand of his running up and down your back.

“I brought you coffee.” You smile, running your fingers through his dark and messy hair.

“Can smell it.”

A moment of silence passes where you continue to look at each other. It seemed like he was just taking you in, analyzing your face in detail with a gentle curl of his lips.

“I already watered the plants.” You informed him, your fingers now travelling downwards to roam over his chest.

Logan raised his eyebrows, clearly playfully mocking you. “Did you now?”

As a response you lightly tapped his chest before reminding him that he had promised you to go on a morning run with you.

“Just a few more minutes.” He grumbled, placing both hands back on your back to embrace your warmth. The skin-to-skin contact put him at ease. Made him feel safe. Made him feel peaceful.

“I love you.”

Logan smiled at you, leaning his upper body up to give you a small yet rather long kiss. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Managing to get him up was a story for itself. It included a lot of pulling and tugging at his arm. Obviously, he just gave in and given you what you wanted. How would you be able to singlehandedly pull up a man whose bones consisted of adamantium?

Once at the front door, already dressed and hair put up to your liking, you were tying your shoes, waiting for you lover to join. You looked up when you heard the creaking of the stairs only to see him in shorts and a tank top, making you smile. “There you are. I almost thought I’d have to go alone.”

Logan clicked his tongue, “You won’t ever go alone if I’m here.” He said. He took advantage of you being bent over and gave your behind a small smack, grinning once you stood up straight.

“Perv.” You giggled, smiling into another kiss.

🍯

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ DO YOU MIND? ❞

— minors dni, suguru x gn! reader (established rs), ft. satoru, voyeurism, oral [ m. receiving ], pining?, some stsg if you squint at the end :3, barely proofread 🫣

gojo tends to show up at the most inopportune moments.

…like now, when suguru is balls-deep in your mouth.

your boyfriend watches, utterly flabbergasted, as gojo settles into the other patio chair and then blinks at him with a casual, blue-eyed stare. it’s nonchalant, careless…as if this is all normal.

you begin to pull off of suguru’s length before he stops you with a steady hand on the crown of your head. your eyes widen, lashes fluttering for a quick second before a strange sense of normality washes over you, and your body relaxes. whatever gojo is up to, you’re confident suguru will handle him with ease, as per usual. after all, this wouldn’t be the first time his best friend has walked in on you two during activities like this, though he usually doesn’t take a seat with the apparent intent on staying throughout.

suguru takes a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette, eyes narrowing. “…do you mind?”, he asks and quirks a brow.

gojo just smiles at him. “huh? oh, no, i don’t mind.”

a couple seconds pass and suguru has to wonder if he’s actually having this conversation. “are you actually insane—“

“god, what’s the big deal?” gojo groans, interrupting the once-hushed, midnight serenity in his typical, obtrusive fashion. shifts in his seat and suguru finally notices the bulge between his spread legs. his jaw just goes slack in utter disbelief.

suguru is not distracted for long. with a flick of your tongue, you bring forth a grunt from your boyfriend’s lips, back to bobbing along his length in a craving for his creamy release down your throat. suguru can’t and wouldn’t bring himself to stop you. the situation is far past strange but, if you’re determined to continue, and gojo being a fucking weirdo doesn’t bother you, then that’s fine by him.

he sighs. “whatever.”

not even a second passes before there’s a clink of metal, and suguru watches as gojo begins pulling his own cock from his pants.

“satoru, what in the f—“

“shhh.”, gojo hisses at him, and suguru raises two astonished brows. “i’m trying to enjoy the show.“

the dark-haired man is genuinely stunned into silence. it takes a moment before he catches his bearings, tossing gojo an unamused look and leaning back to rest in his own chair. “fine, whatever, just shut up while you do it.”

suguru rolls his eyes at gojo’s victorious grin, before pulling his dying cigarette back up to his lips and billowing out another cloud of smoke. whatever. with everything going on, it’s easy for him to block out any trace of gojo, anyway, and just focus on you.

a bold smell of tobacco wafts through the air, filling suguru’s nostrils as the nicotine finishes off any remnants of stress in his body. the sloppy, wet noises of spit and pre, of you eagerly sucking him down your throat. the curious feel of your hand massaging his balls while the other twists and jerks off whatever can’t fit in your mouth. yeah, it doesn’t take a single drop of effort for suguru to forget that his best friend is jerking off to the sight of you.

someone else is properly taking the time to admire every detail of the view before him. the moonlight rays gleaming off of you and his best friend, casting a gentle glow on the lewd scene. suguru’s head tossed back with locks of black framing his face, a red blush visible across his handsome features even with the limited lighting. and you, god, you. gojo eyes the hand on the back of your head, threading through your hair. suguru has a gentle grasp for the most part, sometimes shoving you down to his base, and gojo’s cock throbs longingly at the gags you let out before being released again. so cute, so pretty, doing your best to take his friend’s fat cock all the way in, only to come up a few inches short every time. it’s obviously a struggle, and yet you still try your best, so keen to swallow every inch. so eager to please.

globs of clear precum dribble out and over gojo’s tip, making for slippery strokes as he gives his bobbing cock a squeeze. though it’s hard, difficult, excruciating—especially with suguru’s own grunts and moans calling out into the night—gojo doesn’t want to risk interrupting this moment. it feels improper and rude, akin to shouting during a performance.

as he admires you both, gojo begins to feel this abrupt sense of jealousy. whether it comes from wanting to be in your place or suguru’s, he cannot decide.

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[rinnstars]

just right!

you think youre too much for rin, and rin thinks hes too little for you

itoshi rin x reader: pre-rs, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst w comfort, fluff at the end!!!!, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated <3

its fate you think for things to remain the same with rin. after all, why wish for more? the hands that lay beside each other as you sit on the bench eating your lunch that seems to almost touch to start an electric shock that course through your body, the conversations that tiptoe the line between just friends to something much closer to soulmates the way yours and his brain seem to sync perfectly as one, the way the universe seem to put you two in the same orbit from going to the same school, to moving to the same neighbourhood, to sitting next to each other every class every semester - you should be satisfied, no you should be thankful for the luck that you must have gotten from finding a four-leaved clover the same day you met rin at the playground you think.

to anyone else, hell even to you, you two are no peas in the same pod. youre the polar opposite of him - you make friends easily like its second nature (but in your heart, they just don’t merge as well as you do with rin), you smile at every single thing, laughter bursting out of you without a single hesitation (but with rin, you think its your real laughter that flows out rather than out of politeness or awkwardness), you dress a little too eccentric with different and contrasting colours against the plain and boring uniform that seems out of place. and he’s the polar opposite of you - he practically hangs out with out because he has no one else (that makes you wonder if he’s just here because he has no one else), he has a resting frown on his face (that you think makes him even more adorable from the side of your peripheral vision), and he always wear that boring black bag that matches perfectly with the plain old school uniform.

sometimes you wonder if youre too much - you talk a little too much that you think his lips hide a grimace when it moves just a little from the frown that is always held tightly on his face, you ask too much, always wanting to hang out after school right before he has to run to football practice, you think too much, always asking questions that seem to make his face scrunch up in confusion during class or at the bench as you are right now. to anyone, this would be ideal right? its practically the dynamic being pushed in mangas and online - golden retriever with a black cat, that tiktok trend of okokok and lalala, yapper and listener dynamic. yet, you can’t help but to realise you two really don’t seem to belong in the same world - you long to stay here right in this neighbourhood that you practically memorised each and every store and their owners by heart, you long to just be another face in the crowd writing for the rest of your life but one that brightens and blooms others with your presence, and you long to live in a little cute house opposite that convenience store that you go to school everyday after school with rin, and you know he longs to spend his life overseas being a football stars, he longs to be the new football genius and prodigy in the entire world, and he longs to live anywhere but this town that seems a little too small for him. its ironic, you think, that your ambitions and personality are totally opposite, yet the world chose to put you and him right next to each other, even temporary.

and sooner or later you think, your feelings, that you know are too much for just another friend of yours, will burst - you might yell at him, hidden emotions kept away at the burning frustrations with each hint that lingers a little too long, you might cry and sob one day at one of your regular sleepover and become inconsolable as he realises that youre really too much, or one day you might really unconsciously confess your love for him and ruin this perfect dynamic that has already been served to you on a silver platter. and so you keep a lid on your feelings, you rather write and tear up papers in your room and clean up the mess before he comes over, you rather spend nights alone crying and cursing the world for not making you a little more like him so you could at least have the ambitions that rivals and chases after his, and you rather throw away countless of love letters that you wrote every valentine you spent with him. but for now, you’ll keep quiet, you’ll sit down here with your hands so close that you might just get a electric shock either way, you’ll eat your sandwich that matches with his, you’ll look at him with the same smile that he’s gotten used to as he chews on the sugary-sweet fruit sandwich that leaves a little white cream stain on his lips.

rin thinks that he really should thank whatever god there is out there as he sits here with you beside him, your hands so close to his that he practically has to physically hold himself back from moving a little closer until his and yours merge and fit perfectly like a puzzle piece, your unconcious hum that seem like music to his ears practically relieve him of all the stress that was unconsciously held even after mediation, right on the bench that is practically yours and his the way you and him come to eat here every lunch without any exceptions.

hes aware of lingering glances by his classmates on you and him - and he knows its judgemental and nothing kind to him. the whispers when you come to his table every time class ends as though on instincts whilst all he does is sit down there and do nothing but listen to you, the whispers when he sees you waiting at the library quietly before you brighten up when your eyes meet his, the whispers when you’re with him. maybe its insecurity, but he knows he’ll never be enough. he thinks youre better off with anyone but him - better off with your club members who understand your passion for writing and share with you their favourite writings compared to him who writes simply in order to one day move overseas as a professional football player, better off with your other classmates that actually pay attention in class unlike him who can better help you and do your homework with rather than sitting down at his table whilst he reads another football magazine, better off with even those guy classmates that he cant stand because of their loud voices because at least they seem to match your energy. even more, he thinks hes really a terrible friend, not even considering his crush on you, when he hears you chat about something excitedly only to trail off whenever youre with him, when he feels you pull yourself a little too fast from the hug you initiate compared to anyone else, when he knows youre terrified to say something but he can do nothing but stay here.

on some days, he wonders if you’ll eventually leave him too. he knows its for the better - you’ll get to know other people that can actually care and love you the way he knows he can’t with how bad he is at expressing himself, you’ll get to chat and talk someone’s ears off much happily without any judgement the way that you seem to be unable to do so with him, you’ll no longer have to hold your own personality back anymore. but deep down, he doesn’t want that. he doesn’t want to be left behind again - alone on the park bench with a ghost of you as he bites into the now bitter-sweet fruit sandwich that he deep down doesn’t really like but eats for you, alone on the table as you move about excitedly all cheerily to talk to anyone but him the one beside you, alone in his room having to play horror games all alone listen to the playlist he made for you all alone. now that he knows what it feels like to have someone, he doesn’t want to be alone anymore especially after he finds out how deep it can hurt - feeling as though his corpse sometimes still lay in the winter snow right where his brother left him.

and as he feels the red strings around yours and his finger pull harder and harder as though youre about to run away, he slowly feels more desperate to hold onto whatever little of this relationship is left. he knows logically, all friendships comes to an end, but he has always defied whatever the universe has set up for him - holding onto an impossible and thrown away dream of being better than his genius of an older brother, holding onto am faraway dream of being the world’s best striker right by his brother side and now holding onto a crumbling dream of staying right beside you for the rest of his life. he knows hes too little, and he knows there’s someone else better in this world than yours, after all youre only teenagers and nothing more than that could come out it. he knows he cant give you the world that you deserve, cant give you everything you want right now or maybe even in the future, but hes selfish. and of course its on another boring school day he gets this realisation, when he sees you peek at him without a word, as though you two are no longer in the same orbit anymore.

“you said you had something to tell me right?” a conversation starter, he tries, even though he normally doesn’t start the conversation, and he knows its still not enough, it’ll never be enough in his eyes.

“um… right… i..” and god, did you curse yourself. making it awkward, overthinking it - was that stuttering too much? did it annoy him?

its silence that follows afterwards - you don’t want to be too much to just confess your feelings, its just another day to him and you wouldn’t want to ruin it all selfishly. and in contrast, he no longer wants to be too little, he grips onto the plastic that leaves a little cream stain on his fingers.

“you know.. you can tell me anything.” and god, now he thinks he sounds pathetic and desperate, but your expression doesn’t seem to change from that expression that doesn’t suit your face at all - in contrast to the cheery expression you should always be sporting, you’re biting your lips nervously as though you two are in an examination room instead of at the park bench as per usual. has he messed up?

“i.. wait.. don’t freak out first.. promise?” an warning - because you know once you say it, there’s no going back. a risk you should take, a risk that you’ve seen taken right below this tree too ironically by classmates who profess their immature and yet undying love to their partners. would you be too much? you think ruin has rubbed off you a little too much when your mind tells no yells at you to be a little more selfish.

“promise.” he thinks he sees you smile a little, and he thinks hes gone back to his childhood where you and him first met - making a pinkie promise after you two fell down together to always stay together because it was fate to meet as you both fell down from the parkour part of the playground.

“.. i like you. a lot.” and of course youre too much, youre just a little too dramatic to add the additional bit that seems to slip off your tongue so naturally with countless of practice and failed attempts in front of your mirror in your room before collapsing on your bed kicking your feet and yelling against your pillow.

“i like you too. romantically.” and he thinks hes too little, such an anticlimactic return of love in contrast to all the love mangas you’ve talked to him about - no flowers, no necklaces, no nothing in his hand. but he sees your face bloom into a flower like as you grin, he thinks its alright.

you think youre too much and he thinks hes too little - but together, you’ll be just enough for each other - you both think, your hands and his moving together as electricity flows through yours and his body as though its the world way of telling you that both of you are made for each other, your face and his linger so close before finally you two cross the line as your lips merge with his perfectly as though you two are truly soulmates, and you think perhaps that the two four-leave clovers wasn’t just for you two to be friends for the rest of your life but something more as you tie it to his and yours wrist all those years back, it brushing against each other.

[sainns]

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[whichcouldmeannothing]

chemistry of a car crash by hildegardtheb

(minnie's holy grail: 5/?)

(dust jacket version w the magazine and its regular cover!)

i've been gone w exams for the past 2 weeks, and this fic was my comfort fic during my exams. this fic is one of the best fics i've ever read, and if you are scared by big word counts (195k) like i was, trust me, you will not feel the length.

this fic has everything: angst, hurt/comfort, in depth details on the au itself, people who make fun of the main rs, people who help the main rs get to where they need to go, fluff, pining HFBHBASBGS

and don't you worry, the character development is strong. it is one of the most human fics ive ever read, and you can really feel that forgiveness and growth is a constant choice that you keep making and oh, the lessons you can learn from this fic. my life has changed because of it.

anyway, read it. read it. idc if you have never watched got i dont care if you dont know anything. this fic can be read by anyone ever, its that good. better than half of booktoks most recommended romances. so please read this absolutely lovely delicious and entertaining fic!

[rinielsaerwen]

Please pray for me friends.

I reported misconduct in the hospital this week and now I am being punished and lied about, as well as being accused of things I didn't do.

Come Monday there will be a talk between me and my boss, who appreciates me and works with me everyday - I am hoping that he will have my back and defend me.

[littencloud9]

Pre relationship kunichuuzai "Well, what now?"

and/or

Sigma and anyone + lipstick

pre-rs kunichuuzai is something that can be so special actually. the ridiculous pining. the drama. the feelings. mwah

"Well, what now?" Chuuya sighs, gesturing to the pouring rain and the unsheltered area they need to cross. "There's no other way from here." "Can't you use your ability?" Dazai asks. "I dunno, create a gravity umbrella or something." "Who the hell do you think I am? I can't do that," Chuuya grumbles. They turn to Kunikida, poking a finger to his chest. "You're the one who actually makes stuff with his ability. Make an umbrella." "I cannot. I can only makes things the size of this notebook." "Get a bigger notebook, damn!" Dazai can't help but laugh, especially when Kunikida looks so offended that Chuuya suggest he change his beloved notebook brand. "Well, we can always just run. My apartment is just down that street," Chuuya says. Kunikida and Dazai give each other a surprised look. "...Really? You don't mind?" "Why would I mind?" Chuuya asks, their voice pitched a little bit higher than usual. They grimace, then grab Kunikida's hand and begins dragging him through the rain. "H-hey!" Dazai watches them go for a short moment, listens to Kunikida yell about how tight Chuuya's grip is and Chuuya call him a weakling. He then remembers that he's supposed to follow, and hurries to grab his cane and go after them. Under the rain, Kunikida's hair gets soaked. Chuuya's hair is still slightly protected by their hat, and they laugh at his misery, reaching up to pull off his hair tie in one swift motion. Kunikida grabs Chuuya's hat in retaliation, holding it up high enough so they can't reach. It's so childish. Dazai's partners swat at each other, trying to get back their respective things, all while the rain continues falling. Chuuya suddenly trips, stumbling into Kunikida's hold, and he bursts out laughing. As Chuuya whines for Kunikida to shut up, they turn to Dazai, raising an eyebrow. "And what are you staring at? Go away!" Despite their words, their eyes are shining. Kunikida turns to him, smiling softly, and Dazai's heart leaps out of his throat. ...Oh no.

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i chose sigma + yosano because i think they'd be great friends. also she/they sigma real and true to me

Sigma's eyes widen when Yosano opens her makeup drawer. showing off a collection of lipsticks and glosses all in different shades. Yosano takes out a sheer pink gloss, showing it to them. "This is the one I usually wear. It's strawberry flavoured!" Sigma tilts her head. "It looks sticky." "It is," Yosano admits. She digs through her drawer, taking out a few black lipstick containers and placing them on her desk. "These are matte, so they're not as sticky. Pick one!" Sigma looks through the colours. They're mostly varying shades of pink, but there are some reds and purples within the collection. They point to the cherry red shade and Yosano nods, uncapping it. "I almost never use this one, but the colour is gorgeous." She twists the lipstick out to show her. "It'll go well with your hair and eyes. Wanna try?" Sigma suddenly feels a bit shy. Yosano has been extremely nice to her ever since she joined the Agency, taking her out shopping or to get their nails done and whatever other fun activities she can think up. Yosano insists that it's no big deal, but Sigma still feels indebted to her kindness. Still, they nod, and Yosano lights up. She holds their chin with gentle hands and applies the lipstick in smooth swipes. When she's done, she takes out a mirror and shows it to her. "Oh, wow," Sigma whispers. touching her lips. The colour's not as strong as it looked, so it's less jarring than they expected. "I like it." Yosano beams. She caps the lipstick back and presses it to her hands. "Keep it!"

[outrunningthedark]

The fanfic shit actually was so irritating.

Buddie has almost 30000 fanfic, nobody complains. Now that bucktommy have a few all of a sudden people use Henren to weaponise their point??? Yeh NAH. Let’s NEVER do that. Leave them the fuck alone. Y’all use them to make a point than next day forget about them.

And while I’m here FUCK that RS article, Jesus Christ what a fucking shit show!!

Yup, if Buck/Tommy was never confirmed canon and Buddie stans could still confidently write metas about how Buddie is "the only endgame that makes sense" because Tim puts no effort into their het relationships, there would be no "call out posts" - the fandom would keep writing and sharing fics and celebrate whatever milestone they hit next. ("Look at all this beautiful fic we've got when our ship isn't even canon yet!" etc etc) And the ~discourse~ is even more senseless when you actually look beyond the Buck/Tommy tag as one of the main relationships. I'm not on ao3 every single day anymore, but I know for a fact QUITE a few of those supposed Buck/Tommy stories involve pining Eddie or Buddie feelings realization before making them endgame. Anything that involves Eddie as something more than the best friend is not a Buck/Tommy fic. That is a Buddie fic that uses Tommy as a "plot device" in the exact way the fandom was hoping Tim would use Tommy this season. They're not mad about Henren fics being outnumbered. They're mad that the intensity for canon Buddie has faded/is fading because the less people care about Buddie being together, the less active the fandom will be and the less incentive folks behind the scenes could have to make them the "obvious" endgame choice. (Why try to convince Ryan and Oliver to make Buddie happen if even most in the online fandom eventually learn to be okay with the story as is? And if they don't, they won't be watching anyway.)

[funsized-panda]

BECAUSE THEY'RE MY BABIES AND I NEED TO SPREAD THE AGENDA ABOUT THEM

LightningStorm hcs? 🥺🙏

HEHEHE YES

SOME NSFW TOPICS MENTIONED!!

they absolutely HATED each other before anything

those mfs wanted to see each other burn

then they realized they were gay

they both denied it for the longest time

Jackson actually was training with Cruz when she brought up Lightning

the look on Jackson's face was so lovesick

Cruz immediately just "omfg you're gay for Mcqueen!"

"No! >:T" (lies)

the third time they raced next to each other, it was intense

even the crowd could feel the tension

after the race they talked (like all racers do, dw)

all anyone saw was them both blushing like mad trying to be cool

eventually they stopped being idiots and went to friends to lovers

they really on that enemies to friends to lovers train and I love thay trope sm

Lightning asked out Storm

Jackson was SO NERVOUS

he almost said no out of pure anxiety

when he told Lightning that later on in their relationship he CACKLED

Also used it to tease Jackson

their first date was super cute tho

they were all dressed up and went out on the town

once they were official everyone was eating it up

Lightning ALWAYS had a hand on Jackson

that man's secret love language is touch and you can't tell me otherwise

during off season the two with go back and forth between their towns

eventually Jackson just moves to RS and just becomes apart of the family dynamic they all have there

they cuddle and watch movies on the nights they're both struggling to sleep

they smoke 🍃 and do the deed

Lightning will sit there taking drags as Jackson sucks him off

the bedroom life is insane for them

Jackson is a WHORE when it comes to things in his mouth

when they're not in the bedroom, he has to have gum, candy, mints, anything to keep him settled

in the bedroom? if Lightning's cock/fingers aren't in his mouth immediately that man will be a full fucking brat

Jackson isn't the only dirty one tho

Lightning loves being called sir/master

he won't be nice if Storm doesn't call him something like that

except daddy is off the table

neither of them like that

Lightning is a whore for Jackson and vice versa

if Jackson wears slightly revealing clothing or his shirt rides up?

it's done. Lightning is pining that mf to a wall and Jackson isn't walking for a good few hours

they love marking each other

Lightning loves when he can leave hickies/bruises all over Jackson. especially bc of the vice grip he has on Jackson's hips during it

Jackson loves it too

Lightning loves when Jackson leaves hickies in return

they both enjoy the idea of people knowing they own each other

if there's ever a race Lightning isn't in, he's in the pit as Jackson's crew chief

that mf has been racing for years. You think he's not gonna let his rookie in on the secrets?

everyone is jealous/angry with Jackson bc he learns all the tricks (old and new) from Lightning and wins basically every race

Cruz is even jealous but not like "wtf i should be winning this!?" its more of a "how did i not know these tricks????"

but she's just happy one of the guys she helped train is getting those wins

anytime one of them wins, they both know it'll be a long night

as soon as they step in the trailer, they're handsy and all over one another

one time in an interview, they got asked if they would adopt kids and they both paled

neither of them want kids

not because they hate them exactly, but it's just not for them

they in turn said they were happy with their golden retriever and black cat back home

they're both basically children anyway

when they first announced the relationship, there was some backlash bc of the age gap

since Jackson is in his twenties and Lightning his forties, people thought it was very... yeah

it eventually calmed down tho and everyone just enjoys the two tho

they bounce off one another like crazy

Lightning is very laid back in public, which gives Jackson the opportunity to be chaotic af

Lightning swears sometimes he'll get gray hairs from Jackson

even jokes about it in interviews

at home it's complete opposite

Jackson is calm and relaxed and Lightning is the one bouncing off the walls

same person, opposite reactions basically

THEYRE END GAME

When Lightning proposes to Jackson, they do it in a private setting

somewhere really nice. like a little forest hideout they found one day that became their favorite spot

they were gonna announce it in style but Lightning slips up

Jackson won a race after almost losing and everyone just heard Lightning basically scream

"THATS MY HUSBAND"

everyone lost their shit

there you go 🥰

if you don't like this then oh well. scroll on pookie

[p0orbaby]

Hi I have an aitana request if you are comfortable with it.

Aitana has previously only dated men but she finds herself undeniably attracted to r who is her long time best friend, has a ‘player’ reputation but is actually a softie, also plays for Barça. R has been pining for aitana forever and the other women were to cope w being in love w a straight girl but after finding out aitana isn’t straight and is in love w her they start secretly dating, secret because aitanas insecure in her sexuality. They have their first time whilst in a hotel for an away game, if u cld include some rlly soft smut, contrary to Rs reputation, and both of them talking through what they do and don’t like in bed and getting lost in each other that wld be great. The morning after the team knows R has been w someone but doesn’t know it’s aitana but the team somehow finds out and relentlessly teases aitana and she doesn’t take it well to the point R has to stand up for her and plan something rlly sweet. Maybe include some more fluff w the team appologising and making it up to them.

I never know how much to include in a request but hope this was ok :)

this is tonight !

i’ve made a few adjustments to this because the logistics fitting everything in was stressing me out

but it’s got most of it, i think…

[transstarfolk]

Hii can we request a headmate themed after Lalaloopsy?

You can decide everything else by the way and you don’t have to do this by the way :D if you do this thank you :D

Note — Headmates will most likely not form 100% accurate to the template, and any/all information can be changed to fit your system.

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Name(/s) — Waffle, Scoops, Vanilla, Berry

Species — Doll

Age — Littlechronoless, achrodoll

System — BAHtive, dolltive, doll alter

3rdp. Pronouns — she/her, candy/candys, doll/dolls, button/buttons, bow/bows, sweet/sweets, vanilla/vanillas, 🍭/🍭s

2ndp. Pronouns (you/your/yours/yourself) — you/your, cho/choco/chocors/chocolateself, swee/sweet/sweets/sweetself, 🍫/🍫r/🍫rs/🍫rself

1stp. Pronouns (I/me/my/mine/myself) — I/me, Swi/swirl/swirly/swirline/swirlself, Pi/pie/py/pine/pieself, 🍬/🍬/🍬y/🍬ine/🍬yself

Gender — Convoheartic, chauserie, honeycakelexic, neapolitan icecreamgender, lalaloopsygender

Attraction/Orientation — doll sapphic

Other IDs — strawberry cake scent, milk & honey scent, dollvior

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Likes — Button collecting, pastries, baking, watching those bake-off shows, ice cream, sweets in general, pastel colors

Dislikes — Extremely salty foods, office jobs, discouragement/negativity

Aesthetics — sweet lolita, nostalgiacore, sweet nostalgia

Proxy Options — 🍬🎀/🍭🧵/🍡🍨

Extra Notes — If applicable, bakes anytime she can (whether in headspace or in outerworld) and enjoys giving what she makes to others.

[sikoi]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

-vessel-

tagged again so i wanted to do vessel heh tysm @wldestluv-rs ♡

ANIMAL: bat

COLORS: red, burgundy

MONTH: october

SONGS: the summoning - sleep token hideous - mehro

NUMBER: 8

PLANTS: romeo rubin

SMELLS: clove, pine

GEMSTONE: ruby

TIME OF DAY:12am

SEASON: fall

PLACES: woods, forests

FOOD: blood and jelly donuts

DRINKS: cola or blood he's not picky

ELEMENT: air

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: scorpio

SEASONINGS: red pepper flakes, chili

SKY: dark sky full of stars or dry lighting

WEATHER: warm with a cool breeze

MAGICAL POWER: he flights

WEAPONS: teef

SOCIAL MEDIA. offline

MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeliner, shadow

CANDY: hot cinnamon candies

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: *flies*

ART STYLE: line art

FEAR: abandonment

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: vampire

PIECE OF STATIONARY: paper with edge designs

THREE EMOJIS: 🧛🏻🩸🦇

CELESTIAL BODY: be stars

tagging @kazuaru @verthu @diwns @charrtastrophe @zinxsims @dantes--inferno @bunmou @mexipoopy @barbieaiden @gothoffspring @phasebun @neishroom @vyxated @tau1tvec if ya want!