#there's a lot of red here mhm h idk how to feel

[hauntingjasper]

We need candy Marshall and vampire Gumball!!!

Waow okay anon imma give you a lil concept, sorry for making you wait too long 🥹

My current takes on Candy Prince Marshall Lee and Vampire King Gumball

[milkybonya]

like a movie ☆ 서동헌

order 065, anon: large classic milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for big naughty

#: bestie!Donghyun x gn reader, friends to lovers!, ft. Donghyun's mom

[💌: Donghyuns mom is THE main character. also idk if fight for my way is on netflix but its one of the best friends to lovers dramas out there mhm ALSO BIGNA COMEBACK I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH.]

Donghyun's mom opened up the front door, smiling brightly when she recognized you.

"y/n!! you're here to see Donghyun? how are you, how is everything?" she asked, opening up the door more so you could step in.

"hello, yes i am! things are good.. even better now i'm here and can see you, too," you said, taking off your shoes.

she squeaked and ruffled your hair, in love with your honey-like words.

"you know where he is. wait, wait! take some fruits with you," she said, rushing to the kitchen.

you smiled as you walked through the familiar house. it had been years now, almost since birth since you'd been hanging around at Donghyun's all the time.

"here. i put more of your favourite fruit, too. plus some nutella... i know Donghyun loves that," Donghyun's mom said with a smile.

she patted your back as you made your way to your best friend's studio, your pace increasing along with your heartrate. you were so excited to see him, even if you'd just seen him a few days ago.

you knocked before entering, knowing he'd complain about your lack of knocking even though you had knocked. his headphones stopped him from hearing anything around him.

you ruffled his hair and tore off his headphones after placing the fruits at his desk. Donghyun whined loudly in response, getting ready to yell at his mom but grinning when he noticed it was you.

"why don't you ever knock?!" he whined, just as you expected.

"because you wear headphones and didn't hear that i did knock," you replied, sticking your tongue out at him.

"are these fruits... for me?!"

"and me."

you quickly stole your favourite fruit off the plate before Donghyun could touch them. yet, he wouldn't go near them, anyway. he would never take something you love away from you.

"what have you been up to, superstar?" you asked.

"oh.. i'm trying to get inspiration for a song so i was actually trying to find a movie to watch. but now you're here, we can watch it together! and that's even better," Donghyun said, happily swaying in his seat.

"mhm," you agreed, patting his head before pulling up a chair to sit beside him.

"what movie what movieee," he sang, scrolling through netflix on his desktop.

"pick a random one! let's watch a sappy kdrama," you suggested.

"ooohhh.. do you want my next song to be a love song?" he asked.

"maybe," you said, feeling flustered as you imagined... oh just what if.. he'd write a love song.. about you?!

"you have such a love-thirsty mind, y/n," Donghyun teased, giggling as he scrolled through the kdramas.

"says you! you couldn't even perform properly in front of your crush on your school trip."

"h-hey?! how does that even relate?!" Donghyun complained, the tips of his ears turning red.

"you have a whole album named nangman, Donghyun.. you're the hopeless romantic!"

he glared at you, though the edges of this mouth were slighly turned upwards. then, he closed his eyes and randomly clicked on a drama. fight for my way started playing, and you happily munched on your fruit.

Donghyun asked if you wanted to move onto a comfy couch opposite his desktop, and you agreed. the two of you were sat on opposite ends, Donghyun throwing half of a blanket over you and the other half on himself. he made sure it was completely covering you, even if it meant half of his own body was uncovered.

you found yourself relating to the protagonists a lot, and the way their friendship turned romantic was so cute.

"i want a love like that," you told Donghyun as the drama continued playing.

"like what?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious.

"like... those soft childhood friends that suddenly turn romantic and then their relationship is still full of teasing and playful bickering but also cute cuddles and... stuff..." you quietly trailed off as you felt Donghyun's eyes on you. he was smirking while chewing on some fruit.

his heart was racing and his face was red. it sounded like you were talking about him. it sounded like you were talking about your friendship with him and God, Donghyun wished you were. he wished you wanted to cuddle with him, playfully bicker with him, and romantically joke around with h i m.

he worked up his courage, ignoring his racing heart, to ask you, "y/n.. are you by any chance imagining that with someone you know?"

your heart raced. did he know you meant him? did he know how badly you wanted to feel his head gently laying in your lap as you stroked his hair?

"y-yes," you responded, your honesty even catching you off-guard.

Donghyun sat up, almost sure that you meant him. what other friend of yours were you this close with since childhood? what other friend did you joke around with like this?

"do i know this person?" he asked.

you nodded.

"is it... me?" he asked.

you didn't know what to say. you didn't know what to do. fuck it, you thought. it was better to crash and burn after having told the truth than to play it safe while lying.

"yeah, Donghyun. i want to have a movie-like romance with you, and what about it?" you tried to sound confident, but it would've sounded to anyone else like you were joking.

only Donghyun could tell how serious you were. only he could notice how your entire frame was shaking ever so slightly as you waited for him to respond.

"y/n... i'm in love with you," Donghyun said, sitting cross-legged while facing you.

his face looked desperate, sincere, as if he was uttering the most important words on this planet.

your heart was beating at light-speed and before you knew it, you were pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. you felt the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. you felt his warm lips on yours, and you felt him smile against you.

"turn the drama off. i don't need any more inspiration, now," he said, holding one of your precious hands in his while grinning like a fool.

"no, keep watching so you'll know exactly how to love me," you joked.

"didn't you say i'm a hopeless romantic? won't i know how to love you the best?" he asked, fidgeting with your fingers. the smile never left his lips.

"maybe... can you just cuddle me while we watch the rest of this?" you asked, already laying your head on his chest.

you could feel his breath hitch in his throat before he relaxed, still holding one of your hands and making sure, again, that the blanket was covering you. he stroked your hair and softly kissed the top of your head.

"i'll love you even better than in the movies, y/n. and then, we'll take over the world!" Donghyun chanted.

"wow. that's an ending i didn't even ask for," you joked.

"well it's what you'll get," he asked, holding you close as he started playing the drama, again.

[fruitcoops]

Hii, i love your work! Can I request an angst fic with prompts 38, 31 and 78. Like Logan and Leo get into a big fight and Logan says something bad (like I hate u and something like that) and Leo just leaves and maybe goes to Remus and Sirius. And then they make up idk, just a happy ending.

Thanksss❤️❤️🥺

Hello! I really enjoyed writing this ask because I haven’t written a lot of relationship-related angst yet, and I’m pretty happy with it. Credit for Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for arguing in relationships

Prompt 31: “He’s not answering his phone.”

Prompt 38: “Don’t talk like that.”

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

It started with a book.

It wasn’t a particularly special book—on the contrary, it was a beat-up copy of A Tale of Two Cities that Leo had received as a birthday present years ago. He didn’t even like the book that much, but it was a rainy day and he hadn’t slept and he wanted something familiar to daydream through.

There was a heavy, irritated sigh from the kitchen. Leo glanced up at Finn, who was folding laundry, and frowned. “Lo, you okay?” Finn asked.

“Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just—it’s fine.”

Finn set a pair of socks down and ducked into the kitchen; Leo turned back to his book, but kept both ears pricked. “What’s wrong?” Finn’s voice was soft and concerned.

“I don’t know, I’m just upset,” Logan answered. Dishes clanked in the sink and Leo winced, silently hoping none of them would be chipped. “Just finish the laundry and we can go to bed.”

Something in his tone rubbed Leo the wrong way and he stood, joining Finn in the doorway. “Hey, don’t talk to him like that.”

“Like what?” Logan set a fork down with more force than strictly necessary.

“You’re being snappy and I don’t like it. Finn doesn’t, either.”

Finn turned to look at him reproachfully. “What’s your deal?”

“Well, I was kind of looking forward to a quiet evening where we could hang out and read, but I guess that’s not going to happen.”

Logan huffed. “Maybe if you pulled your weight around here we could have a quiet evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“Finn and I have been cleaning for the last hour while you read your stupid book—”

“Leave me out of this!”

“—and I’m getting tired of cleaning up after you.”

Leo’s eyebrows rose and he huffed out a laugh, hardly believing his ears. “I’m sorry, who’s the one that leaves wet towels on the floor every fucking time he showers? Oh, but pardon me for taking an hour and a half to read after not sleeping because somebody was kicking me last night.”

“Both of you, cut it out,” Finn tried, holding his hands out to placate them. Blood thundered in Leo’s ears—he had no idea why his temper was flaring so suddenly, but he wasn’t going to back off and let Logan win. “Logan, I can finish the dishes. Leo, take a deep breath.”

“You’re taking his side now?” Leo asked incredulously. “You always take his side.”

“I’m not taking sides, I’m just trying to figure out what the hell is going on with you two!”

“What do mean, he always takes my side?” Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, quiet rage twisting his face.

“That’s what you do.” The words were coming out of him in a torrent—unstoppable and furious. “You two tag-team every time we get in a fight and suddenly I’m outnumbered.”

“Wha—tag team?” Finn shook his head in disbelief. “Leo, what the fuck are you talking about? I love you, Logan loves you, and you love us.”

If Leo hadn’t been so angry, he probably would have missed Logan muttering under his breath. Instead, he rounded on him, his fists clenching and unclenching. “What did you just say?” Logan glared and kept his mouth shut. “Logan, what did you just say?”

“Nothing you’ll care about,” he said coldly.

Leo shook his head and grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter. “Fuck off, Logan. Just fuck off.”

The slamming of the door behind him was not nearly satisfying enough to quell his nausea and the pounding in his head. He got in the car and turned off the radio with a hard jab to the CD port; the opening notes of one of Logan’s favorite songs from the road trip playlist made Leo’s eyes sting as he pulled out of the garage and headed down the road.

“What did I just do?” he asked the empty car. “Jesus, Leo, you just stormed out with no plan and left two angry boyfriends behind, and now you have nowhere to go and nothing to do and nobody to go home to—”

He pulled over, parked the car, and burst into tears. Leo hadn’t cried like that since his first night in Gryffindor, so far away from home and too afraid of waking Logan up with his sobs to do more than silently weep into his pillow. Logan had definitely heard anyway, because when he woke up the next morning there was a hot cup of coffee next to the door.

“I fucked up.” The steering wheel made his forehead itch. “I fucked up so bad, oh my god.”

You need to go somewhere, the reasonable voice in his head that sounded quite a bit like his dad chided. If you go back and apologize, they’ll take you back.

I can’t. It’s too soon and I’m still upset.

Then think. Who else cares enough to let you stay?

Leo sniffled and wiped at his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. No, not his sweater—Finn’s. It took him another five minutes to pull himself together enough to turn on his blinker and head out onto the road again, following the familiar path without even needing to check his phone. The December air made the dried tears on his cheeks extra cold as he walked up the driveway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, shivering in the cold. This was nothing like home.

He heard the doorbell ring through the house and stepped back a bit to admire the holiday lights in a rainbow of colors. They sparkled, a beacon against the night that made his heart clench. The door swung open a few moments later. “Hey, Leo, what’s…going on?” Remus trailed off.

“Hey,” he sniffled. “Uh, can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Remus moved to the side so he could enter and he slipped his shoes off in silence, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t absolutely lose it right on the welcome mat. “Are you okay? Sorry, bad question. What happened?”

“We got in a fight,” Leo said miserably, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Logan and I. Finn got dragged into it and really it was my fault and I just kinda left.”

“Okay. Do you want a hug?”

He nodded without a word and Remus wrapped him tightly in his arms. He rubbed soothing circles on his back—Leo felt more tears slide down his face as he melted into the warm touch. “I’m sorry for not letting you know I’d be here.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’re always glad to see you. Can we move into the kitchen for a sec so you can drink some water?”

“Once a PT, always a PT,” Leo joked halfheartedly as he pulled away and scrubbed at his eyes. “Ugh.”

The kitchen was cheerful and simple, with dark red walls and white cupboards. He sat down at the island and put his chin on his forearms as Remus got him a glass of water and dampened some paper towels. “I don’t know where I put the tissues, sorry.”

“Thanks, Loops,” he said, wiping his face.

“Re, was someone at the door?” Sirius came around the corner and stopped in his tracks. “Hey, Leo.”

“Hey.”

He glanced at Remus, then set his empty bowl on the counter and leaned against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Logan and I got in a fight.”

“With each other?”

“No, with the mailman,” he snapped, instantly regretting it. His lower lip wobbled; this was just how the fight had begun in the first place. “Sorry. Yeah, with each other. And Finn.”

“Where are they?”

“At h—home.” His voice cracked on the last word. “I left.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Remus asked carefully, sitting down next to him.

Leo’s shoulders slumped and he rested his temple on Remus’ shoulder. “It was so stupid.”

“Don’t talk like that, it was clearly important.”

“I was reading for an hour instead of helping them clean up because I was so fucking tired, and Logan was frustrated that I wasn’t helping. Finn tried to calm us both down, but I accused him of taking sides and then Logan mumbled something and wouldn’t tell me what he said.” It all blubbered out on a fresh wave of emotion and Remus handed him the paper towel again.

“That doesn’t sound stupid,” Sirius said in the gentlest voice Leo had ever heard him use.

“Really?”

“Really. It sounds like you let some things build up for too long, like a volcano.”

Leo sniffled. “You sound like my dad.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so.” He straightened up again and took a long sip of water. “God, I feel awful.”

Remus squeezed his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. Have you eaten recently?”

“We were going to have dinner when Lo finished with the dishes. So, no.”

“You want a sandwich?”

“Yes, please.” To Leo’s surprise, Sirius pulled a block of cheese out of the fridge and bread out of the cupboard. “You cook?”

He and Remus made identical ‘ehhh’ noises. “Un peu,” Sirius laughed. “I burn soup, but grilled cheese is easy.”

“How the fuck do you burn soup?”

“You want to know the worst part?” He looked over his shoulder briefly. “It was canned soup.”

“What?”

“Mhm. I turned the heat on high because I thought it would cook faster.”

Leo’s tide of emotions molded into total confusion. “Why would you do that? The instructions are on the can.”

“Strangely enough, that’s what I told him,” Remus said wryly. “And still it’s happened twice.”

“You are so mean to me,” Sirius sighed as he turned the stove on. “I make you grilled cheese sandwiches and this is the thanks I get?”

“Sorry, love.”

“How do you do that?” Leo asked.

Remus turned back to him. “Do what?”

“Have this…” He gestured vaguely. “Perfect, amazing relationship. How?”

Sirius snorted and returned to his place by the fridge. “It’s not perfect.”

“But you’re so happy all the time.”

“Aren’t you?” Remus asked. “When you’re with your boys, aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “They’re the best thing in the world.”

“Do you have a perfect relationship?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s your answer.” Remus spread his hands. “Fights happen. Sometimes you can’t stand to even be in the same room as your person, or your people. Sometimes it feels like everything they do drives you crazy. But that doesn’t mean you stop loving them, and they don’t stop loving you.”

“The fight wasn’t about me reading,” Leo said quietly. Understanding was beginning to settle in. “And it wasn’t about Logan leaving towels all over or me not pulling my weight. I think we both just had bad days. Is that normal?”

“I hope so,” Sirius said. “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.”

“I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.”

“I was—I am—scared,” Leo confessed. “There’s just so much happening all the time. Finn and Logan…they’re my center point. My anchor.”

Sirius slid a perfect grilled cheese sandwich onto a plate and handed it to him. “Then you should tell them that.”

Just as he took his first bite, the doorbell rang. Remus frowned. “We’re popular tonight.”

After checking his phone quickly, Sirius wandered down the hall, and in his absence a large black dog came out of the living room to set her head on Leo’s thigh. “Hey, Hattie.” He scratched her behind the ears and tore off a piece of his sandwich to give her.

“Oh. Hello.” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Hey, Cap.”

Leo froze and Remus’ eyes widened. “Have you heard from Leo?” Finn asked. “He’s not answering his phone.”

“Because of the fight,” Sirius said.

Remus dropped his face into his hands. “Tact,” he muttered. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Leo could picture Finn’s face in his head, uneasy and worried. “So he’s talked to you?”

“He’s been in our kitchen for the last half hour.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “He’s—can we come in?”

“No shoes in the house.” There was a moment of rustling, then a staccato pattern of footsteps in the hall before Logan and Finn appeared in the entrance.

“Mon dieu.” Logan nearly collapsed against the doorframe when he saw Leo; his eyes were red-rimmed and he seemed to be a bit of a wreck. “I’m so sorry, Peanut.”

“We’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” Remus said, slipping out of the room with a final glance to Leo.

“My phone was off, sorry,” he said quietly, feeding Hattie another bit of bread. The pressurized fury from before was completely gone—he only felt regretful now, and utterly exhausted. “I’m also sorry for yelling. And accusing you. And for dragging you into it, Finn. Oh, and for leaving.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Logan took two tentative steps closer and Leo stood up, holding his arms out. Relief crashed over his face and he nearly tackled him in a hug. “I took out my bad day on you and as soon as you were gone I regretted it. Merde, Leo, I’m sorry.”

Extra warmth cocooned them both as Finn joined the hug. “I love you both so much,” Leo mumbled into Logan’s hair.

Logan snuggled closer. “I love you, too.”

“Me, three.”

They all laughed weakly at that, stepping back and sitting down at the island. Leo bit the inside of his lip. “So…things were said.”

“Things were said,” Logan agreed. “I didn’t mean what I said about cleaning up after you.”

“I know. I didn’t mean what I said about tag-teaming.” He winced at the memory. “That was flat-out mean and uncalled for. And Finn…” Finn looked up from petting Hattie. “I used you as leverage and that was horrible.”

“Same here,” Logan said guiltily.

“Yeah, let’s not do that again, okay?” Finn looked between them and raised his eyebrows as they both nodded. “I don’t take sides when I’m choosing between my boyfriends.”

“Leo…” Logan started and trailed off.

“Yeah, Lo?”

He struggled for the words for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Do you—do you want to know what I said in the kitchen?”

In the kitchen…Leo wracked his brain and tried to remember. They had been arguing, and then Logan muttered something he couldn’t hear. He was tempted to say yes. “No, I’m good.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “We were both upset. Whatever it is, I don’t think you meant it, so it doesn’t matter now. We’ve fought enough tonight.”

“Should we head home, then?” Finn suggested, taking both their hands. “I’m pretty tired and hungry.”

“You could ask Cap to make you a grilled cheese,” Leo joked. “They’re damn good.”

“Cap can cook?” they chorused incredulously.

[itsadamcole]

pre-show ritual

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

Kyle goes to visit reader in her locker room before his match. After a little teasing, courtesy of the reader, her and Kyle have their own little pre-show ritual that doesn’t include the other UE boys ...

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: light teasing, sex in a semi-public area (dressing room), smut

— idk what made me this of this but here we go. also, kyle with his title guitar makes me smile every time so you’re welcome —

masterlist

Y/H/C = your hair color

~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You are sitting in your private dressing room, getting dressed to walk with your boyfriend, Kyle O’Reilly, to the ring for his match.

The outfit you’re planning on wearing is a little more revealing than what you’d usually wear, but not my much. Usually, you’d wear a nice t-shirt and pants or a skirt. Today, you decide to take a risk.

The top you put on is a black cami crop top that hugs your chest. You pair that with a high waisted, tight black mini skirt. Black lace panties cover your intimate area so you’re not going commando.

You wear black and white converse sneakers to complete the look. As you’re curling your long Y/H/C hair, there’s a knock on your dressing room door. “Come in,” you say in almost a sing-song voice.

The door opens and you look in the mirror that’s attached to your vanity to see who’s here. You see Kyle standing in the doorway.

Kyle’s dressed in his black and gold tights and boots. He’s wearing his usual Undisputed Era t-shirt and the NXT Tag Team Championship belt around his waist.

“Hey, beautiful,” Kyle says. “Can I come in?”

You nod and he closes the door after walking into your dressing room. He comes up behind you as you sit at your vanity. You let the final piece of hair go, finally finishing your hair.

Your boyfriend leans down and wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you. You giggle, “Hi, Kyle.”

Kyle presses a long kiss to your cheek and mumble, “You look stinning, Y/N. Is that a new outfit?”

You look in the mirror at Kyle and say, “Mhm. Very easily removable too.” He looks up at you in the mirror and you wink playfully at him.

“Always a tease, Y/N,” your boyfriend says, chuckling softly.

You turn around in Kyle’s arms and say, “You’ll just have to wait and see how easily removable this outfit is after your match with Austin Theory.” You lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips.

Kyle’s face heats up to form a light pink color on his cheeks as you pull away. He’s flustered, as he usually gets when you talk like this to him.

He says, “That’s quite an offer, Y/N.”

You wink at him again and say, “It’s always on the table, Kyle. You know that.”

Your boyfriend stands behind you, looking down at you. You meet his eyes and you see that they’re a little wide. His pupils are blown up, which you can easily see in the bright light. His face is red. “Always?” he asks.

Nodding, you say, “Mhm. Always.”

In this moment, just to tease him, you decide to fix your breasts in your crop top. You turn toward the mirror push them up to make them look a little bigger than they actually. The top is so tight that you don’t really need a bra.

“Kyle, baby,” you say with a wondering tone. “Does my chest look too big in this top?” You look at him in the mirror to find him staring at your breasts.

He waits a second before he nods slowly. “Yeah, but you look perfect no matter what, Y/N.”

Kyle loves to shower you with compliments. Especially when you’re in an outfit that’s revealing like this one is. He likes to make it very clear that he likes the outfit. No matter who’s around.

You smile and say, “Thank you, Kyle.”

Your boyfriend stands behind you and watches as you begin to do your makeup. His eyes watch you carefully as you do your foundation.

Kyle starts to run his fingers lightly through your hair.

“Kyle,” you giggle. “You’re gonna undo my curls.”

Your boyfriend says, “You have a lot more to worry about than me ruining your curls, baby.”

As you finish adding your foundation, you watch Kyle in the mirror as he walks to your dressing room door. You hear the door being locked and you turn in your seat.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

Kyle pulls off his title, resting it on the little couch in the middle of the room. You watch as he sheds his shirt. Your eyes widen as he walks back to you.

He says, “Let’s see how easily removable that outfit really is, shall we?”

Your boyfriend grabs your hand and stands you up, pressing you against your vanity. You stare up at Kyle as he looks you up and down.

Kyle’s fingers trace the low neck of the cami crop top you’re wearing before he slips those fingers in the waistband of your skirt.

In one movement, Kyle roughly pulls down the skirt. “Kyle!” you say, giggling. “You could’ve ripped it!”

He lifts you up and sits you on the vanity desk. Kyle stands between your legs and his fingers run up and down your thighs.

Your hands rest on Kyle’s chest and you look him up and down. “Have I ever told you how sexy you look in your gear?” you say.

Kyle says, “Shh.”

“Make me,” you say to Kyle.

A flip switches in Kyle and his lips crash to yours. You let out a soft moan as you kiss Kyle back. Your hands wander up into Kyle’s short hair.

Kyle’s fingers grip onto the bottom of your crop top and he pulls back from the kiss. He looks down and watches as he pulls off the crop top.

His eyes almost big out of his head when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. You smirk and lean back on your hands, sticking your chest out at Kyle. “Like something you see?” you tease.

Kyle nods and his lips immediately attach to your breasts. He kisses and sucks them gently. You lean your head back against the mirror and sigh softly.

Kyle’s fingers trail up your thighs to your clothed area. You gasp when he runs a finger over your panties. “Kyle, there’s no time for teasing if you want to do this,” you sigh.

He says, “Relax, baby. I can manage my time well.”

You giggle and he picks you up, holding you by your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to the couch in the small room, laying you on your back on the furniture.

Kyle’s lips are on yours again, moving kind of roughly. His fingers dip into waistband of your panties and he starts to pull them off.

You start to take off his tights but before you get them completely off, Kyle moves away from you and says, “Someone’s in a hurry.” He smirks.

“It’s not my fault you’re so hot that I can’t resist you,” you say, biting your bottom lip as you look up at him.

Kyle laughs as he finishes your job of taking off his tights, leaving his boots on. You lick your lips as his erect member pops out of his tights. You reach out to take him in your hand and he lets you.

You sit up as Kyle is on his knees between your legs. You lick his tip then swirl your tongue around it before sliding him in your mouth. You move your head, sucking occasionally.

Kyle sighs and groans as you suck him. He loves when you do this. He loves your mouth around him. He has since day one.

While you have his member in your mouth, his fingers slide between your slick folds, making you moan around him.

“Baby, you keep doing that and we won’t be getting to the main event before my match,” he says.

You pull back from him, using your hand to pump him as you say, “Then fuck me already, Kyle.”

He smirks and says, “With pleasure.”

Kyle pushes you onto your back and moves so he’s hovering over you. He looks down and positions his very hard member at your entrance.

You move your hips so he slides into you with ease. You both moan softly and your hands slide into his hair.

He begins to thrust into you, shallowly and softly at first. He holds himself up by putting his hands on the arm of the couch, which is behind your head.

You lean your head up to kiss him, moaning into the kiss as Kyle begins to move faster and deeper into you.

Kyle takes one of his hands and rubs your clit as he moves. You moan louder as you are pulled closer and and closer to your pending orgasm.

You move your hips slightly and he goes deeper into you. You moan louder and Kyle’s fingers speed up as they rub your clit. Your nails dig into his back and you slide your fingers down a bit.

“Kyle,” you gasp.

His lips attach to your neck and he mumbles, “I love you.” He sucks gently, definitely leaving a mark on your skin.

You smile and sigh as he moves. He always finds a way to tell you he loves you during sex. It makes you so happy when he does. It’s like he does it all the time, almost to make sure that you know that he loves you.

You both reach your climaxes at the same time. You release around him and his comes inside of you.

Kyle lays on top of you. Both of you breathing heavily. Kyle’s face is still in your neck as you catch your breath. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re so amazing. You always make me feel so good,” you praise Kyle as you leave soft kisses to the top of his head. “I’m so in love with you.”

Kyle smiles against your neck. You run your fingers through his short hair as you both lay on the couch, recovering from the round of sex you just had with Kyle.

About five minutes later, someone knocks on your dressing room door. Adam Cole calls, “Kyle! It’s match time. Come on. You’re on in five.”

That’s when the two of you finally get up to get dressed.

As you get dressed and finish your makeup quickly, Kyle says, “You’re right. That outfit is easily removable.”

You giggle and turn toward Kule. His eyes land on the mark on your neck that’s mostly covered by your hair. You say, “I’m showing everyone who I belong to.”

Kyle licks his bottom lip and smirks at you. He asks, “Can that be our pre-show ritual after I’m done with the guys?”

You giggle and nod, walking over to Kyle. You kiss him gently and say, “Of course. Is your blood sugar level okay?”

He nods and says, “It feels okay. I feel fine.”

“Alright,” you say. “Good.”

He puts his title on his waist and you leave the dressing room.

Adam, Roddy, and Bobby all stand outside the dressing room. Kyle walks up behind you, taking your hand.

“Can the two of you please remember that the walls are not that thick and we could hear you down the hallway,” Bobby says.

Your face heats up and you hide in Kyle’s chest. He laughs and wraps his arms around your shoulders. “Come on,” he says. “I have to go beat up Austin Theory.”

And beat up Austin Theory he does. In seconds.

[basilrazzledazzle]

dating the haikyuu boys, pt 2

y'all REALLY liked that last one omg so here's a few more.

(a/n: i have written kageyama's part three times and oikawa's twice why can't this stupid app SAVE MY DRAFTS)

anyway this one is dedicated my one and only follower you're a real one homie 😌

Kageyama Tobio

he was the one to ask you out

tbh he had probably been pining for a hot minute before he finally got himself together

you had been helping him in class during free time because ya boy isn't the smartest and needed someone to help him study

and one day he was watching you explain a concept and he couldn't help but notice wow uh,,, y/n is really cute,, wait what??

anyway there's a big test coming up and our boy kags is stressing

so you volunteer to help him after school

but he has practice

so you both decide that you'd go to his house after practice

so you meet him at the school and you guys walk together

and you hadn't really talked about your personal lives

but he told you about how much volleyball and his friends meant to him

which was kinda wild because you had always thought of him as cute but intimidating

so anyway you stayed over for a little over an hour but it was getting late

and as you're getting ready to leave he volunteers to walk you home

you oblige because it's getting late plus you don't mind the thought of being together in the dark

and turns out he's just an absolute dork because he's cracking jokes the whole way home

and before you go inside he gets kinda flustered

"hey y/n?"

"mhm?"

"would you uh,, wanna hang out this friday?"

"but we don't have any tests or anything monday??"

just bc you're tutoring him doesn't mean you're not a dumbass

"no like a,, uh like a date"

o h

you agree ofc because who in their right mind would turn him down

i really think he would do something like taking you to an aquarium

mostly because he likes to watch you get excited over all the colorful fish

i've decided that kageyama doesn't know what to do with pda

because ya boy definitely gets flustered easily

however

he could never get upset with your affection

so you guys talked a lot during school but i feel like the most pda that would happen would be like hand holding

anyway after a couple weeks of dating you're walking to his house with him

and you mention that you're kinda chilly and wish you had brought your sweater

this boy has his jacket off in an instant

and also insists you wear it when he walks you to your house after "studying"

and you're wearing it at lunch the next day

and hinata asks kags why you have it

and since our favorite tangerine cannot keep his mouth shut, half the school knows by the end of the week

Oikawa Tooru

he asked you

he knew he had almost all of the school wrapped around his finger

except you were always one to call him out on his bullshit

and he found that hot

anyway he was kind of low-key flustered when he was asking you out

the two of you were both the captains of your volleyball teams

so you had that in common

and his excuse to talk to you was for you to teach him how to gain the respect of his teammates

you said he couldn't get anyone's respect if he continued to act as arrogant as he did

which kinda threw him off

but he asked you out anysay

you. laughed.

"are you serious?"

"why wouldn't i be serious??"

you agreed to ONE date

but it turned into several

anyway

this boy LIVES to show you off

would literally swoop by your locker in between classes just to give you a kiss

low-key clingy asf

one day you mysteriously found his volleyball jacket in your locker

you could take a hint

he saw you wearing it after school and OH BOY

he was whipped

you probably could've gotten away with murder if you had been wearing his jacket, he thought

lots of movie dates at his house

and even though he liked to talk a lot he was surprisingly a good listener

mostly because he thought it was hot seeing you angry as you wanted over the latest bullshit

it took him a bit to open up to you tbh

but he became very vulnerable about how he was scared to let down his team

on another note

he knew he could get anything he wanted when he was wearing his glasses

god he's such an asshole

but so attractive

Daichi Sawamura

he asked you out but also technically didn't

but boy was FLUSTERED

like he was so nervous

even though you guys had a pretty good relationship already and had amazing chemistry

you guys had been friends for a while

and you were hanging out at the library

supposedly studying but in reality most of the time had been spent joking around and goofing off

he was really trying his best to stay on task but you kept finding memes that you just had to show him

so you leaned over close to him with your phone in hand

and your boy just went for it

he pulled away almost immediately though

"y/n i am so sorry i shouldn't have done that-"

you kissed again him just to shut him up

which he was completely okay with

but then you realized you were in a library

where making out was generally frowned up

it took a minute before you officially became a couple though

tbh you were probably wearing his jacket before you were official

and when you were wearing his jacket??

oh boy

you could have gotten your way with anything

he was so whipped and seeing you in his clothes just had him wrapped around your finger

dates with him were probably pretty casual tbh

lots of cuddling at each other's houses while watching netflix

arguments only happen because you don't like him overworking himself

even then it's not a full blown argument

he'll just keep doing what he's doing (homework, volleyball shit, etc) and give you some bs excuse about him having to hold himself to high standards

other than that he's extremely agreeable and willing to compromise with anything

ugh i just love him sm

Hinata Shoyo

you asked him

you had most of your classes together and found his cheerfulness infectious

and one day you were in the courtyard setting a volleyball against the wall and you heard him come up behind you

"hey y/n!! will you set to me?"

after that you guys had an immediate friendship

plus you lived near each other, so when he didn't have practice, you guys walked together most of the way home

he was very energetic and practically bouncing the whole way home

so one day you decided to just go for it

"hey shoyo, are you busy this friday?"

he wasn't

"do you wanna,, i dunno, hang out?"

"what, do you wanna practice?"

ugh he's so oblivious what a dummy

"no, like a date"

boy turned RED he didn't know what to do

"uh, y-yeah! sure!"

idk i feel like going to a park with him would be cute

y'all would get some sort of fast food to take with you and just hang out on the swings and talk

it was chill but also allowed him to move around a lot because you already know this boy cannot sit still

anyway you were walking back that night and he noticed you shiver

bc it was kinda chilly

and he's like "hey y/n are you cold?"

and you assure him you're fine

but he insists you take his jacket anyway

because wow a gentleman

and surprisingly it's tsukishima who notices you with it on monday because you had first period with him

"hey what're you doing wearing shorty's jacket, y/n?"

"y/n's and i are dating, thank you very much! they can wear my jacket as they please."

tsukki couldn't believe it

neither could anyone else tbh

but you were both happy and that's all that mattered :))

ahh anyway that's what i have for them. i hope u enjoy these!! i really have fun writing them but they take forever omg

feel free to request a one shot / imagine or something like this!! i need something to fill my time lmao

anyway thank u for reading!! please like n reblog (if u wanna, ofc) ily all!!

[hoseoksactualass]

I’ve never seen anything involving Tae and his painting hobby. What about something involving body painting? I’d love to see how you’d write that.

idk if you wanted shMUT but here it issss bbyyyy

[5:49 p.m.] 

There’s an occasional peek from behind the canvas, but you know he hasn’t been envisioning any thing Gogh revolutionary but the swell of your ass. You’re propped stomach down on the bed, amidst the sheets Taehyung had messed up for the setting just so he could make his paintbrush stall, because now all he wants to do is take advantage of the sight. When he asks you with a calm “Butt up”, and you comply, looking at him, coating your “Like this? Is this good?” with sugar, he maybe sketches the curve of your ass, but the tightness of his inhale is more prominent.

He adjusts the easel, and then he drags a dark hue on the canvas for the base of your skin. Then he peeks again.

“Do you have a month’s worth of the same underwear?,” he clears his throat.

You scrunch your face. “No?”

“Then you should have told me.”

“That’s what people do these days, huh?”

He ignores you. Pretends to, at least, because the premier scenery probably would have been you totally nude. It’s still too distracting already, and he hasn’t sat in front of the easel in months. “-so I could have started with your underwear, instead of your ass. Or else I’ll have you wear the same underwear everyday.”

“Oh, is that a suggestion?”

He’s silent for a bit, so you know he’s gulping. “Or I could just wash my brush and start with your panties.”

“That’s totally not the first thing I thought of.”

“Shut up, maybe, and pull your panties up so it looks tight.”

You hum in compliance, but also because you know he’s basically asking to be teased. You feel warm when he stares too long. “Answer me this, Tae.”

“Mm?,” he peeks. His eyes have no shade that tell you anything but your body had his attention. Then he’s behind the canvas again, and you could hear the thin, red strokes that resembled your undergarments.

“How long do I have to have my ass up in the air?”

The sound of his sigh is music with the brush bristling against the palette. “As long as I want it there, baby,” that was a euphemism for As long as I could revalidate myself with a passion I am slowly losing grip of, but if he’d said that, your body might not catch the light that looked too good transuding through the windows.

“My ass is starting to hurt.”

“I’ll make it hurt more if you don’t keep your mouth shut.”

You nibble on your thumb for the effect. “You know I’d love to hear that from you in another situation.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it.” You can hear him lean back on his stool, seeing whether he had painted the colour of your panties the same way he’s seeing it.

“Like when you’re punishing me.” Your thumb’s wet. And maybe even your cunt, because your mind is slave to thoughts of Taehyung holding you down and using your pussy to cum.

“Punishing you for what?”

“For misbehaving,” you state like it’s only the most obvious response.

“Like now? You could really use one,” he hasn’t budged from his seat, but there’s a velvet in his voice that tells you he likes playing along.

“If that’s what you think so.”

“You want me to use you until you’re begging me to stop?”

“Y-Yeah,” it’s near pathetic how you toil on not dragging your words into whimpers.

He chuckles, and it takes you off guard. “You’re really stubborn for thinking I’m gonna give you what you want,” he retorts, but he’s straightening up anyway. His shadow is big. Painting could wait, and he will admit that the wet spot on your underwear was apparent.

“I’m asking you to do what you want.”

“Mhm?,” he grabs your hips, pulls you so your ass is flush against his crotch. You whimper the way he likes to hear. “Turn around.”

You do, and when Taehyung kisses you, he takes the meat of your breast in his hand and squeezes. He wets your lips with lust. Your skin is mouldable in the way you are when you’re under him, and it makes him want to burrow you in the foam of the bed and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.

“On all fours,” he instructs, his eye contact definite. You obey. 5 in the afternoon was good to Taehyung, his skin was deft like honey, and every sharp line charred its way into the pit of your stomach. A smirk pulls the corner of his lips. “No, wait– on your knees - on the floor.”

Your compliance is funny to him, but it also makes his dick exceptionally hard.

You’d want to thwack yourself if you saw your own face, looking up at someone who was about to fuck your own mouth with supplicating eyes.

He’ll break character for a giffy. “You’re gonna make me think about this every time I paint.”

“Maybe I want you to.”

He groans, holding your face in place. “You’re something. Take my cock out.”

You have a knack for it when you undo his slacks; they were lately always oversized and stuffy.

He was pathetically hard in the restraints of his boxers. It’s like he was the one wrapped around your tiny fingers, getting off quick over imagining you as a fuck client. He’s painting you in his head.

You stroke him dry, and the pressure you apply on the base almost chokes him. His lip is bit. “Spit on it.”

When you do, you enjoy the texture as you pump his length and the obscene sounds. He fights throwing his head back, and watches you with as if gratified eyes. “Feel good?”

“Feels fucking - ugh - suck it.”

Then he’s focused on the way your lips part to close around him, your eyes looking up as if anticipating approval, but you know exactly what you’re doing. You take all of it in slowly so your nose meets the skin clad bone, and your eyes tear up.

“Oh, fuck - you’re choking on it - ,” this is when he throws his head back, displaying a golden glisten of sweat where his Adam’s apple moves. You let up with a bulky breath, stroking him only so the sensation doesn’t stop building. His mouth is agape. Throat drying with the breaths he’s releasing and taking back.

Then you do it again. Take him until he hits the back of your throat, and your face burns sluggish. You whimper half for the effect. His hand finds the back of your head, balling a soft fist of your hair before motioning it on his dick, because you might have been taking too long. His impatience makes your clit pulse.

He looks back down at you, basking in the sight of your cheeks hollowing on his cock as he bobs your head himself and how your breasts sway. “Fuuuuck - ”

You taste him on your tongue better like this. Where he’s caught between craning his head back and drowning in the pleasure, or stopping himself from fucking your throat hard while he keeps his eyes on you. His tongue every now and then swipes against his lips, pink with all his miniscule nibbles, and his fist is tight on the back of your head. He sees you dip one hand inside your panties.

“Hands behind your back. You aren’t getting anything but my cock in your mouth.”

Then now, he’s not moving your head but keeping it in place, the motion replaced by his own hips in thrusts.

“Does watching me fuck your mouth make you wet?”

You hum on his dick, and it tickles through his spine.

“Fuck - I haven’t even touched you, and you’re - ,” he interrupts himself when he picks up his pace. The sweat on the palm of the hand he uses to grip your head begins to mat on the perspiration, and your eyes are tearing up again. You know you’ve fucking lost at your pathetic attempt to tend to the pulsating between your thighs, so you keep your hands behind your back like the fucking loser you have become. “–your mouth feels so good - ”

You can taste he’s close, and his hips begin to rut with a lack of dignity, but it drives you insane, because the thought of him using you just to cum, and not because he wanted you to feel good left you in ruins. You whimper.

“H-Huh - you like th-that— shit - ”

You hollow your cheeks tighter.

“Oh - Oh,_____ - fuck,” his chest is in laboured breaths, and you could feel his hips in tremors. He cums after his overly audible Hngghs and Fffuuucks become tight silence, and it flows down your throat. Your face distorts at the taste. When he pulls out, the first thing he does is wipe your spit-covered lip.

You’re panting. “You run your mouth an awful lot.”

“Mhm. Swallow my cum before you say something and choke on it.”

You roll your eyes, like the pulse in your pussy doesn’t bother you at all.

“Back on the bed so I could finish painting your undies.”

“Sir, yeees, sir, but you owe me an orgasm for being a good girl.”

“A good girl would’ve made me get this shit done minutes ago.”

“No good girl knows how to make you cum like that.”

“…Affirmative.”

You giggle when Taehyung says “Back on the bed, then” because now, you know it doesn’t mean for the painting just yet.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

EGOTOBER day 10- Yandereplier, phone.

An: This is a low key self insert? I mean, my name isn’t mentioned so I guess it’s more of a Yan x female senpai? Idk. Also, the book mentioned in this is called Everything here is beautiful by Mira T. Lee! It is amazing! And just a wonderful read. Definitely would recommend it!

Yan’s heart pounded as he held the receiver to his ear, biting his lip as he listened to the jarring ring on the other side of the phone.

“Hello?” A shy, light voice answered, sounding just as nervous as he was.

“H-hey..” he stuttered, cracking his knuckles as he felt his cheeks flush. He looked at the mirror on the wall across from his bed, noticing how his cheeks turned a dangerous red. Thank goodness senpai wasn’t here!

“Oh! Uh, hi Yan! What’s up?”

He lay down, staring up at the ceiling, “Nothing much— you?”

“Same… oh! But I was reading a book..”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. It’s really good.. like, it’s about these two sisters who like are immigrants from China— well, the older sister is. And like, the younger sister suffers from a mental illness and it’s like about how all the people in her life are affected by it. It’s really good.”

Yan couldn’t help but smile— he never expected to get her number! And now, she was talking to him! Senpai was usually so, so shy, but lately, she’d been opening up to him and talking more. He couldn’t help but think that was wonderful. He loved how silly she could be sometimes, laughing and giggling at the smallest of things, things he never laughed at until he met her.

“Yan?”

“Hm?”

“You there?”

“Oh! Yeah! I’m sorry— I spaced out!”

“Oh it’s okay. Anyway, so like I’ve been reading a lot more lately, which makes me really happy and I downloaded good reads because this one booktuber—“

“What’s that?”

“Oh! Like someone on YouTube who reviews books.”

“Ooooh..”

“Yeah, and like she has goodreads so I was like I should download that and now I’m reading more. But I’m worried it’s one of those things that like happens where I’ll read books for a few weeks and then go into a reading slump. But anyway, enough about me because I've been talking a lot.. is there anything new in your life?”

Yan thought for a moment, before answering, “Not much.. oh! I did get a new video game.. it’s called little misfortune! It’s so good..”

“Omg! I’ve heard of that game! I saw the play through and got super emotional at the end..”

The redhead smiled, listening to her talk. He loved hearing her talk! Her voice was so, so pretty.. and gosh, she was really, really pretty! Every time he saw her, his heart exploded, and he couldn’t help but feel like.. like he was full of cherry blossoms and butterflies and all things wonderful. He never even thought he’d get her number, or that she’d even like him.. and so far, it was only friendship, but one day, he’d knew it’d be more.

Hours later, after much, much conversation, the two hung up.

Yan looked up at the ceiling, a smile on his face.. he really did love his senpai.

[ask-the-matsuno-neets]

By a terrible casuality, s/o finds a porn magazine among Matsuno belongins. And it's not even his! It's full of kinks that they never knew he was into! They got all red, shaking... The poor thing is a blush mess. When Matsuno enters in the room, how would he react? Bonus:"Didn't knew you were into this.... Matsuno-san..."

I've got two asks that are very similar, so I'm gonna answer them together if that's okay with you guys! I'll word it so it's like one day s/o finds on the Matsuno's brothers stashes, and then a few weeks later it's actually his they find ¯\(シ)/¯

I might put this under a cut because it gets very long very quick sksjsjsksj

*chugs coffee* LET'S GO

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Magazine clattering to the ground, s/o turns to face Oso as he walks into the room. "H-hey fancy seeing you here ~" babe it's my house tf

Upon seeing the magazine, he'd initially freeze cus oh shit that's porn is it mi-

Then he'd snicker and point to it "Hey I think that's Ichimatsu's stash you got there-". Cue s/o going red.

Of course he'd be terrified at the thought that it had been his stash, but when it turns out that its not, he'll brush it off and laugh about it - adding in a cheeky "Hey where did you find that exactly, I need to know for, blackmail *cough* research purposes"

--

Strolling into the living room, Oso saw his s/o reading a magazine, cross-legged on the floor. Could have been a gossip magazine at that point for all he knew. Chuckling, he'd say "I hope that's not Ichi's stash again, don't want you mentally sca-"

He saw the cover and recognised it oh shit not this-

It was one of his this time.

He'd go over and gently pry it from their hands. "I don't think you want to be reading that s/o-". Imagine s/o just grabbing his shirt from behind like 'oh no you don't ~'

"Oh I don't, do I ? So you laugh at the other one but not this one, how peculiar~ Do you have maybe, an attachment to this one? You know, something like,,, it belongs to you~?" s/o would snicker. Oso would freeze momentarily, before darting upstairs to relocate his whole stash. "Not today, not any day, this is not a conversation I'm ready to have"

They might end up discussing it, but all it would boil down to is that Oso is stuck in his ways of the Virgin Neet, whether he has a s/o or not lmao

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Karamatsu would scream. His beloved s/o was being mentally scarred by Choromatsu's stash. Bonus if his glasses just full on shatter at seeing that. He'd scream like that one shark puppet (you know the one) when his s/o asked him if he was really into all this idol and other,,, stuff. "NONONONONONO that's my brother's!! That's Choro's stash, you know him - he's the otaku of this family!!" he wouldn't even say buraza instead of brother, that's how serious(ly terrified) he'd be. Save him.

He'd also be quietly taking notes on the location though, just incase he ever had to get back at Choro for something,,I mean he's a sweetheart, but just incase because you know what brothers can be like, regardless of how nice they are ¯\(シ)/¯

--

A few weeks later, perhaps when going up to the roof together, he'd offer his s/o goes up first. His s/o goes up, he follows suit and suddenly bumps into their back as they stand frozen.

"S/o, are you okay my dar-" he'd follow their line of sight to his hastily hidden 'books'. He'd had to hide them haphazardly once and forgot to tidy them up clearly "- a-ah"

He couldn't even deny they were his, there was a glittery blue bookmark in one of them.

"s/o, I can explain-" he'd start rambling on and on, probably saying stuff like he was a sinful man, a guilt guy™

S/o would just deadpan and grab his cheeks, squishing them so he couldn't continue. "Look, Kara, you're a guy, so it's not something I'm surprised about. It's fine" he'd look relieved

"what I am surprised about though-" he'd feel instant dread again "- is your lack of finesse at hiding them, considering you have five brothers I'd have thought that you'd have that skill" s/o would chuckle at Kara going beetroot

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Choromatsu would feel his legs almost leave from under him at the sight of his s/o kneeling next to one of those books.

He'd quickly go over and take it out of their sight. S/o would look up at Choro "H-hey sweetie, um I think I found one of your-" he'd stop them with a finger on their lips.

"You uh really shouldn't be reading these, they'll probably scar you. I'm concerned not only because this is porn, but mainly because this is actually Todo's. That's totally why I'm worried. It's Todomatsu's, and he's into some weird shit"

Mhm, he was worried because it was Totty's. Definitely not because he was scared that you might have found his. Not at allll~

--

Fast forward, and s/o is sat against the wall reading. Choro thinks nothing of it, and is sat across from them under the kotatsu. He looks up, and his s/o is looking at the book and,,, blushing ? But, isn't 'Orange' just a normal manga?

He'd quietly get up and look over the top of the 'book', only to find one of his *cough* idol magazines. He'd shriek.

"s-s/o! W-when did you, why are you, w-what the-" he'd die.

Just imagine s/o literally becoming the personification of ',:3c

"Ufufu, research purposes~ I'm done for now though, catch" Cue magazine incoming. He'd come back from the grave just to jump up and put it back behind the bookshelf.

His soul would leave his body immediately after. S/o, you just broke the poor frog

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Ichimatsu would see his s/o with a magazine and freeze. And probably foam at the mouth. His soul would try and escape, but he'd stop it just long enough to literally leap and grab the magazine, not really caring who's it was but praying it wasn't his.

His s/o would likely be sat quietly wondering wth just happened, but would mumble "I didn't know you were into that-", which would cause Ichi to panic a little. Oh wait was it actually his?

Noticing it wasn't, he'd be relieved. He'd be worried again once he noticed a baseball sticker on there though - that's Jyushimatsu's.

"Oh, hah no no no, I'm not into this,,, this is Jyushimatsu's. You don't want to be reading that, my kitten. That stuff is weird and a tad dodgy on a lot of levels. As brothers we agree to not snoop or judge that much because otherwise we'd all need therapy" he'd laugh nervously, still recovering from the scare.

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[continuing with the shitpost/teasing s/o trope because I love it now. These are sort of recations/sort of shitpost imagines]

Returning from the kitchen with a glass of water, imagine him just choking on the water as he sees s/o reading. Why, you may ask, it's just reading? Haha no, they found a certain magazine. That was definitely Ichimatsu's; it was by the cat food for christ sake, come on.

The magazine was quickly flung across the room. Ichi would be quietly going "nopenopenopenope-" under his breath. Not today not any day fU-

Glancing back at his s/o, somehow in the second he looked away, they had cat ears. They were teasing him are you actually serious rn s/o-

"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff-" s/o makes cat paw gestures with their hands, becoming the ',:3c once again "-Ichinyatsu"

Ichi would uh probably low-key die a tad inside.

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"Hey s/o, I'm her-" Jyushi would stop and go:

at the book in s/o's line of view. He'd dash and swoop in to get rid of it before he was exposed, quickly trying to distract them.

Woah wait hang on, maybe I won't be exposed -

It's Karamatsu-niisan's

"I didn't realise you were into all thi-" "It's Karamatsu-niisan's, not mine" his voice would be slightly quiter than usual, and he'd sound a bit more serious. "Oh, I see. Well, that's rather embarrassing for Kara then!" s/o would nervously laugh. Jyushi would take the laugh and use it to distract. "Haha yeah, silly nii-san! He should have hidden it properly if he didn't want anyone to read it~!"

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Returning home from the park, him and s/o would head upstairs (yknow, cus they were probably playing baseball and needed to change Idk). However, at the top of the stairs was stuff from the attic.

Shouting from the attic, Matsuyo would say "there's some stuff down here that needs tidying later, you and your brothers can sort your stuff, like books and whatnot"

Books

Oh no she hasn't has she

Glancing at s/o, their face answered his question. Mom has totally just exposed them to the world hasn't she.

"I didn't know you were into this, Jyushi-"

His face would be a cross of the below:

"Ah. T-That's not mine that's uh I don't know but it's not mine" s/o would snicker at this.

"Who else has baseball stickers, Jyushibee?

Sjksjsks caught red handed. He'd sigh in defeat. "Okay fine they're mine, but there's no way in hell you're knowing anymore than what's on the cover" he'd kick them back into the bug encyclopedia as he goes to get out of his baseball uniform. He'd leave s/o with a lot of questions. Bonus if s/o actually had a flick through the magazine while he was changing, and decided to tease him. Honestly a power move, some real guts there

。

Seeing his s/o reading on the floor, he'd coo sweetly "Oh s/o, what are you reading~?"

Ask a dumb question, you can tell by looking at the cover that it was not a book he would like his pure s/o to be reading.

Tutting, he'd take the magazine from s/o.

"tut tut s/o, I don't think you want to be reading that vile stuff. You're too pure for that"

S/o would smirk. "Oh, so they're not yours then? Thought it could count as research" Totty would be fighting a blush.

"Oh no, not those. They're stupid eldest's. I emphasise 'stupid' because he clearly didn't hide them properly, amateur"

--

After coming back from a cafe date, the living room had been left a mess by Todomatsu's older brothers who'd clearly been fighting at some point this afternoon. Stuff was everywhere.

Reluctantly, they'd both try and tidy up a tad. There were books everywhere, since one of the bookshelves had fell down.

Wait, not that bookshelf. Any but that bookshelf

But s/o had already made it to the bookshelf, and they were about to push it back up again when they noticed exactly what Todo didn't want them to

"Oh hey Totty, are these yours? They've got a pink ribbon around them staying 'do not touc-',, oh dear" it had dawned on s/o by the time Totty had took the books and pushed the shelf back up.

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Sksjksjsjs I was literally writing these for the whole day in between bits of homework lmao

I hope they're okay for both anons!

- Mod Yuki ✨

[sleepyreddie]

Richie Tozier X Reader Headcannons (platonic to relationship)

💗Pairing: Richie Tozier X Reader

Requested: YES - yoooo, how about some hc's about richie being fucking flustered when they first met reader¿ like idk at this point they are already teenagers or smth and he is known for being derry's heartthrob or something¿

a/n: flustered Richie is an art in itself. Thats all im gonna say. I love writing for my boy. Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy! (I am so sorry this took so long oh my god)

🔥 Warning: (aged up, maybe 15-16)

Richie being Richie (aka dirty jokes and semi sexual innuendos)

Swear words

Word Count: 1643 (oh my)

Okay

Richie Tozier was like a magnet

To boys and girls alike

“Derry’s heartbreaker” was an earned nickname of his (along with Bucky Beaver and Trashmouth, of course)

He had built a name, as well as a persona for himself in the small town of Derry, Maine

That is, until you showed up

Because… damn

He had never seen someone so pretty hot

(he was one of the only people you had been attracted to within the first couple weeks of moving to Derry and starting at school because he was very nice to look at)

He was in a couple of your classes and the two of you took to staring at each other when the other wasn't looking

And then glancing away really fast so you weren't caught (spoiler, you always caught him)

The problem, however…

He had never really talked to you, minus simple questions about work

He prefered to admire from afar

Very far

Something about you made him very confused

He had talked to so many other girls before

And when I say so many, I mean SO MANY

But yet, he had never had this problem before

he was always so confident, but everytime he tried to string together a sentence around you he could barely get one word out

And for the first little while, you thought it was because he wasn't interested

You had heard of the rep he had built for himself

Some called him a ‘player’

‘Emotionally unattached’

‘Goes from girl to girl’

you figured that’s just the way he was

(Which was a complete disappointment because you found everything about him really attractive)

Like, e v e r y t h i n g

A n y w a y s

You were pleasantly surprised one day, when a boy named Ben Hanscom introduced himself to you and invited you to sit with him and his friends at lunch after the both of you tried to take out the same book in the library

So, the next day, he found you after class and you followed him to met the rest of the ‘Losers’, as he called them

And you almost felt your heart fall out of your body at the sight of the one and only, Richie Tozier, joking with whom you presumed to be Ben’s other friends

And you would not believe how surprised and excited he was when you sat down across from him

He physically had to restrain himself

Stay cool, Richie

“You guys, this is Y/N, she’s in my language class. She just moved here.”

The kids you didn't know started to introduce themselves - Stan, Bill and Beverly

you already knew Eddie from your science class. He had refused to participate in the frog dissection project, almost throwing up before he made it out the door. You didn't blame him. He seemed weak on his knees.

“And Richie, yeah. I’ve seen you around. We have Soc. together”

Remember how I said Eddie was weak on his knees?

Richie couldn't feel his knees

Or the rest of his body

Forget being cool

YOU KNEW HIS NAME

He was screaming on the inside

Beverly was instantly drawn to you because you were a girl

Richie was 50/50 on this

Because HE wanted to be the one talking to you and making you laugh because your face was so pretty when you laughed

But while you were busy talking to Beverly, he had time to stare

According to the Losers, this boy had no feelings whatsoever

But they had started to notice something different about him

Like he was being e x t r e m e l y spaced out

You didn't really notice, as he was always kind of that way around you

Sort of, a less crazy version

You found it strange, as the Losers always told you stories were Richie would do something crazy and it just seemed so unlike him because you had never really seen him act that way

One day, they knew something was up when Eddie said something that would have normally set Richie off into a spur or inappropriate jokes

This was definitely the day Richie realized there was a lot more to what he thought was just physical attraction to you

So Eddie spoke, and braced himself for Richie’s comments

But nothing

“Richie, did you hear what Eddie just said?”

“... mhm”

And then they realized he was staring

Right

At

You

“Richie, s-s-seriously? She's our friend, stop b-b-being such a loser”

“Shut it, Bill. Your a loser”

“Oh my god”.

“You like her.”

He got all red faced and sweaty palmed

“What? No, thats f-fucking - you g-guys, no, uh, no way w-”

“Okay Richie, you’re starting to sound like Bill”

And then everything kinda made sense to them

How he always stared at you when he said something to get a reaction

Or watched you for surprisingly long as you walked away

Or always seemed to walk next to you any time it was possible

And always talked about you when you weren't around

And that's when his friends realized something was actually wrong with him

Like, who was this love struck teenage boy?

They didn't even know that Richie was capable of feelings

He would have most definitely on multiple occasions bailed on asking you out

Because every time he saw you, he was speechless.

He took to staring at you every chance he got

People started to notice that Derry’s resident playboy had suddenly toned down his endless flirting and had stopped making out with new girls every day

No one, besides the Losers, knew why he had suddenly become so different

Him and his friends would stand in the hallway and you would walk by with Bev and holy shit Bill does she always look that pretty? Like I think those legs would be amazing wrapped around m-”

“Richie I swear to god if you don't ask her out, I will”

Richie knew Bill didn’t have the guts

But he also knew he didn’t have them either

He thought you were so amazing

At least that's what he told Eddie

All. the. Time.

And yet he did nothing about it

He wanted to, so bad

But he was worried he would just ruin everything

You, on the other hand, were convinced that the two of you would never happen

The boy had no problem flirting with other girls

But he didn't even really talk to you

you had given up on trying to make conversation with him

as he always got all... weird and awkward 

But then Bev convinced you otherwise

She knew Richie liked you and you liked Richie, but she found it much more amusing to not tell either of you

The Losers were kind of sick of it, because apparently it was blatantly obvious that the two of you were i n  l o v e

“No Ben, I’m not putting a note in her locker”

“Fine, I’ll get Eddie to do it for you.”

“Ben, no.”

One thing's for sure, he was a confused boy

He didn't understand how one person could make him feel the way you made him feel

He also didn't really understand why when he saw you laughing with Bill it made him want to strangle himself

Which is exactly what he almost did one day when the you and the Losers were hanging out

He didn't, but he huffed and stormed out of the room with a cheap excuse because in the moment you seemed so much more interested in Bill than you ever would be in him

The Losers took one look and you and Bill talking and knew exactly what was up

You, on the other hand, were confused

“What just happened?”

And Beverly just glanced between you and Bill and suddenly you knew exactly what was up so you got up and headed out after Richie into the hallway

“Richie, what the fuck… ?”

“Y/N, why don't you just go back and hang out with Bill, he probably misses you”.

“What? Richie, what's wrong with you?.”

“Whats wrong with me? What's wrong with you?”

“Wh-”

“I fucking like you, okay? I have ever since I saw you walk into school for the first time and I felt like I was gonna pass out because your really hot, and every time I saw you after that I felt confused and fucked up because I actually really fucking liked you, and not just because your hot but because your funny and nice and deal with me, and I didn't know how to tell you, and it's hard enough to hide that I don't like you when you're practically sitting on Bill’s lap and ignoring me”.

Fuck

That was most definitely not that way he was planning on telling you

You were still trying to process everything when he turned and started to walk towards the front door

“Richie?”

“What.”

“Your hot too. And your funny, and smart, and nice. And if you wanna ask me out, you should go for it”.

And with that, you were gone, back to where the Losers sat in Bill’s living room.

And he followed right after you and spoke right in front of the rest of you friends

“So, what, are we dating now?”

You shrugged and nodded at the same time

“What the hell happened in that hallway?” ( = Stan smacking Eddie as Richie sits down besides you)

And this time, as the night went on, the butterflies he got were good

Because he had finally gotten what he wanted

You.

Final a/n: I hope you guys enjoy this! it is a lot longer than I thought it was going to be lol, which is why it took so long, I just didn't know how to finish it lmao. I hope you like it! 👍🏼 I am accepting requests! please send them in!

[constelacionde-orion]

Can I?

Prompt : Bucky Barnes needs color in his life.

A/N : Again, sorry for the writing mistakes.

Pairing : Bucky x Reader

Warnings: idk bro, fluff kind of? 

Word Count: 1219 

Another rainy morning, you were awake in your bed, you couldn't move but you didn't want to leave the mattress anyway, not when you were trapped in the arms of James Buchanan Barnes.

It was cold outside and indoors, the trees danced thanks to the wind, but the thing is that you didn't care about the weather, not a little when you're with him and you know he thinks the same about you, even more when he just arrived from a mission of the middle of nowhere and for long periods of time. This time, Bucky left you for a month, first you were pissed, but then you told him it was okay to leave, the world needed to be safe.

It was worse every day that passed, you knew that Bucky was safe and sound or at least you told that to yourself everyday, but the thing is that you missed him so damn much, so much that you tried to keep your mind out of the topic. Like painting, a little hobby that you left behind and now (to avoid all kind of scenarios of losing Bucky) you started once again. You did a lot of sketches of landscapes, cabins, woods, eyes, but your favorites were the ones about Bucky and you. Then you began with real paintings of nature like seas, bays, sunsets, everything that will bring calm to your mind. That explains why your little apartment was full of paintings, empty canvases and all the smell of things that used to work in your masterpieces. When Bucky arrived (at 4:11 a.m.) the first thing he said was "what the fuck" when all the mix of smells of your art supplies hit him when he opened the door, next thing he did was look for you, you where kind of waiting for him (like everyday) in your old couch with the TV on and a forgotten cup of tea in the table in front of you. Bucky smiled and carried you to the bed, he tooked a quick shower and cuddle with you, both of you were lost soon in your dreams.

You smiled as you felt Bucky's chin on your shoulder, and then a soft kiss.

“Good morning” he says with the husky voice you love.

“Morning” you answer while you grab one of his hands to press a gentle kiss to his knucles.

“God, I missed you so much” he tells you. His arms make you turn around to be face to face.

His eyes are mostly closed and a small smile is on his lips, you touch his cheek and press a kiss on his nose.

“I missed you too” you say, your hand tracing circles in his chest.

There’s a moment of silence and you know something is wrong, you don’t know if you should ask him or just wait for him to tell you.

“I do really missed you” he starts once more, but you stay silent waiting for him to keep going.

“I missed to have you with me at nights and hold you tight just to know you were safe, in the mission, everynight that I fell asleep, I dreamt with you, actually nightmares about you, losing you, or worst. When I was awake I wanted you close to me, to see you there, but, you weren’t. And so on and on happened every single night, the mission was too long, damn long, I kind of triggered few times on field and-. And I actually thought I wouldn’t arrive here with you in 50% of the time I was there- ” you silenced him with a tender kiss on his lips.

“You’re okay, you’re in home, i’m okay” you said when you pulled away from his lips.

Bucky smiled and leaned on to give you another kiss, still, you feel like something is wrong with him, like if he wanted to tell you something more. You look at his metal arm, you press slow kisses all the way down to the his fingers. You take that hand in your small ones.

A shaky breath escapes Bucky’s lips and you know whats wrong. Once again he is thinking about all the damage he has done with that metal arm, he wants to pull it away from you but you don’t let him, you run your fingers through the metal and Bucky just looks at you.

“It’s so, cold” you say to him. Inmediatly you want to slap yourself, of course it’s cold, it’s fucking metal.

Bucky just chuckles and nods with his head, he press a kiss in your hair.

“Well, of course it is cold-” he starts while caressing you Y/H/C hair.

“No, what I meant, was about the color, it’s to dull, so lifeless...” you tell him, your fingers tracing his red star.

“Do you have a way to fix it?” he asks you, now pressing a kiss in your forehead.

“Well, I may have a solution” you say without hesitation and jump out of the bed. 

Bucky groans because you left him all alone, but smiles when he see you are wearing one of his hoodies, he looks at you with adoration and follow you in every corner of the room just with his eyes, you then sit on the floor,  you told him to join you. He follows your orders and sit in front of you in the floor.

“’am here, now what?” he tells you with a smirk.

“Now relax Buck, let me do my job” you tell him with a bigger smile, you grab his metal hand and ask him "Can I?"

“Mhm, do what you likewith it" he says while he closes his eyes and lean his back on the matress.

You start to paint his metal arm, first thing you do is cover the damn red star, that shit must go away as soon as possible. You are so lost in the colors, and shapes, in fact you focus only in paint the favorite things of Bucky. It was easy to keep it as a surprise for him, because he was half asleep while you were working.

You don’t know how many time actually passed, but you smile at your masterpiece in Bucky (you got a little bit carried away and paint some of his skin). You try to wake Bucky but he’s kind of lost in his mind, so you start cleaning all your mess.

When you done with the cleaning you go to the kitchen to make your favorite breakfast for the both of you. You make coffee and tea, you try to take all to the bedroom, you stop walking when you reach the doorframe. Bucky is awake once more, and he is watching with so much love all the things you painted on his arm and chest.

Your heart is beating fast, he is smiling, so wide and bright, it is hard to Bucky to express this kind of feelings, but now it seams as the easiest thing for him. You bit your lip when Bucky looks at you, his eyes are shining with few tears trapped in them, you thought that the things you painted on it where just kind of things important to him, but now you realize how treasured this things are for him.

You let the breakfast in a near table of the bedroom and slowly you make your way to Bucky. You don't even have time to explain the first drawing when he hold you tight against his chest, his face hides between your shoulder and neck, his arms wrap your waist as if you were going to dissapear. You wrap your arms around his torso, and kiss his painted shoulder where the skin meets the metal in a huge scar. You trace circles on his back with your hands.

"I love you" Bucky says under his breathe, even if he tells you with a low voice, you can actually feel he mean it.

At first it shocked you, both of you never said with words 'I love you' to each other before, both of you thought it was so soon for that, but, when you actually feel all the emotions in those three words that scaped Bucky's lips, you let a single tear escape your eyes. You smile and close your eyes.

"I love you" are the three words you say to him before he breaks into a huge grin and kiss every single spot of your skin.