#tho I never got eye cream either

[miss-floral-thief]

Feels nice for what it is but I wouldn’t bother with toner and moisturizer lol

[rumisgf]

YOUR BEST EATER ! - JJK EDITION

summary: jjk characters i think can eat pussy the best and who i think would not. that’s really it, i’m telling yall who the munches are. enjoy some pussy eating headcanons :D !

warnings: explicit obviously, black!reader, discussing f!receiving oral, use of the title daddy (once), cursing, slight crack, slander but i’m kidding kinda

GOJO SATURO - 10/10

✧ he’s sick in the head.

✧ i hate him truly. he gives good head and he knows it.

✧ he loves making it messy, he wants your arousal all over his face

✧ he wants it on the sheets by the time he’s finished

✧ he also likes making you cum multiple times, so don’t expect mercy

✧ he gets a kick out of watching you squirm and writhe under his touch

✧ and not only is his tongue magical, but he knows all the methods to make you scream for him

✧ he uses fingers and all that

✧ he’s definitely made you squirt from head

✧ the type of head he gives will have you soaked before he even fucks you

✧ yk the song that’s like ‘i’m the type of guy that’s gon eat it ‘fore i put it in?”

✧ yeah, that’s gojo

“one more, princess? hm?”

“yesss- please ‘toru!”

“good girl.. want you to make a mess all over my tongue”

GETO SUGURU - 9/10

✧ he’s a good contender for sure

✧ he’ll act like he doesn’t want to at first but it’s all a facade

✧ he can’t let you know he’s a fiend too early of course

✧ but when he finally does, boy are you surprised

✧ toe curling. jaw dropping.

✧ he’ll have you creaming on his fingers while he sucks on your clit like a madman

✧ it hurts so good and you never want him to stop

✧ and he licks your clit so attentively, he looks at each facial expression you make

✧ he draws perfect circles with his tongue

✧ it’s definitely not his strong suit (but shit that’s saying something)

✧ i’ll give him his flowers though for sure

✧ he gives the type of head that has you aching for him to put his dick inside you already

“taste so fuckin’ good. love this pussy, baby- ‘s all mine.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8/10

✧ he’s one of those guys who swears up and down he doesn’t eat pussy

✧ he does.

✧ first time he went between your thighs, you thought you saw god

✧ whenever your hips lift up and you start squirming from all the pleasure, he presses them back into the mattress

✧ and he edges you while giving you head

✧ he’ll have you screaming then stop just to hear you beg for him to let you cum

✧ he’s still a sadist at the end of the day, he can’t let you have too much fun

✧ either that, or he overstimulated you until there’s literal tears streaming down your cheeks

✧ he loves making you cry from head

✧ if he’s not having you gag on his dick as he throat fucks you, this is his other way to see tears stain your pretty face

✧ whenever you squirt from him giving you head, he feels very satisfied with himself

✧ he can never give head for too long tho because the sight of you dripping pussy right in front of his eyes makes him so hard it hurts

“stay fuckin’ still brat. let me taste this pussy.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN - 2/10

✧ he doesn’t eat pussy.

✧ yeah, sorry.

✧ he’s a literal demon idk what else was expected

✧ in all seriousness, he’s not too fond of giving head

✧ but, he does enjoy fingering you though

✧ his fingers are often plunged into your hole while make out sessions and it’s his go-to for foreplay

✧ he’ll have you on his lap and play with your cunt until you’re crying

✧ and if you have toys, he loves overstimulating you with him

✧ this is often how he punishes you (sometimes he just feels like it, though)

✧ but long story short, this man will NOT be your best eater

“ry- fuck! daddy please- can’t take it!”

“nuh uh, this is what you wanted doll. let me take care of ya.”

NANAMI KENTO - 10/10

✧ if gojo’s not your best eater, nanami’s definitely your best eater

✧ he’s got every tongue and finger combo down packed

✧ he gets down. he do NOT play.

✧ he’s definitely a pleasure dom at heart so he believes you deserve good head from him

✧ and he also doesn’t talk at all while giving you head

✧ it’s almost amazing how focused he gets

✧ his form of communication is looking up at your fucked out face, filling his ego

✧ he likes eating you at after he fucks you

✧ that way he can fuck his cum back into you with his tongue and taste your arousal at the same time

✧ it’s also a way to overstimulate you that he can be slick with

✧ whenever you’re in missionary, he always has your legs bent to your ears so he can pull out and lap at your pussy whenever he wants to

✧ it’s a rush getting fucked into oblivion then getting your soul snatched as he slurps up all your juices

✧ he also enjoys how wet he makes you, so you taste so good when he does

✧ he spits on it. that’s all i have to say.

“k-kento.. so good..”

CHOSO KAMO - 11/10

✧ OHHHH LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

✧ you thought i wouldn’t put him above gojo and nanami? you’re wrong.

✧ this man is a munch. he’s a fiend. it’s pathetic.

✧ he’ll eat pussy on his knees, matter of fact he loves it

✧ he loves when you trap your legs around like yes please don’t let him breathe he might nut right then and there

✧ he whimpers while eating you out.

✧ he won’t say it, but he likes spelling out words in your clit

✧ he mostly just spells his name

✧ and he loves how you taste, so he can eat you out forever

✧ you have to tap out for him to stop because he really has no self control when it comes to eating you out

✧ and please, sit on his face.

✧ and actually sit on it. this man doesn’t wanna be able to breathe

✧ he’ll leaves fingerprint marked bruises on your ass cheeks from gripping them as he works his tongue from under you

✧ him eating you out always has you squirting before he even fucked you yet

✧ he also enjoys tasting the mix of yours and his cum after he fucks you

✧ choso gives head so good you wanna have his kids

“babyyy- ‘m c-cumming!”

“f-fuck, taste so good baby. need you so bad.”

@ rumisgf

[staycait]

⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　a losers secret ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ loser!scara x shy!fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ youre the good and shy girl of the school, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, you consider everyone a friend, even the loser that sits in the back of the class. but what happens if you, the most well-liked good girl, gets paired up with the most hated loser in school ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of fingering , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , little bits of degradation 'n praise, reader is very shy and gets nervous easily , reader is inexperienced , reader is innocent , breeding kink , && corruption kink .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy yet suggestive ending .

﹒ thoughts ; hope u guys enjoy this ,, its been months since i was active here and im trying to get back here because ive been starving yall </3 . btw , reqs are open ! feel free to req anything . :) what do we think of new theme tho? it keeps changing 😭 .. and ngl this fic kinda sucks. ☹️☹️ but yeah i hope u guys still like this even if it’s horrible!

> story right under the cut <

SCARAMOUCHE is the typical loner you’d see in your class, black jacket with the hoodie over his head, headphones on, is at the back of the class, and much more. there were rumors that he murdered someone, that he does drugs, and the list goes on. no one likes him—in fact, everyone hates him.. almost everyone hates him.

for your english project, you got paired up with scaramouche. after the teacher announced who would be paired with who, everyone in your class came up to you, telling you how much sympathy they have for you, that how sorry they are for you, and telling you ‘good luck with dealing with him’.

you were confused, what was so bad about scaramouche? sure there were rumors, but if they don’t evidence that they did those stuff, you have no reason to believe in the rumors. you felt so bad for him, he already had no one by his side, and the entire school hates him.

you went up to scaramouche, he immediately notices your presence and looks up at you with an indifferent expression on his face, yet he looked awfully tired.. he took off his headphones and he stared to speak,

“what? here to bully me for having no friends?” you hear him scoff, a frown plays on his lips as he brings his gaze to the floor.

hearing his words made you protest, you would never bully anyone, or even hurt a fly !

“n-no! of course not..” you stammered.

you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness. you always get nervous whenever you talk to new people or when people assume things about you, a slight blush creeps up your cheeks as you think about his words.

the indifference immediately leaves scaramouche’s face once he notices your blushing. he stares at you for a moment before a huge smirk appears on his face.

“ah, so you’re not like all the others?” scaramouche tilts his head back and chuckles.

“huh..?”

you take a seat next to scaramouche’s chair and you bring it closer to him.

“what do you mean by that..?”

“everyone else treats me like i’m sort of monster or freak. you, however, seem different from everyone.”scaramouche leans back in his chair.

“well, you don’t seem like a freak or a monster..”

you were growing increasingly nervous, and as an attempt to calm yourself down, you look down to your lap to hide your nervous and red face and grip the hem of your skirt. you never thought someone would assume you’d bully them— let alone think that you think of them as a freak or a monster!

you can’t help but notice that scaramouche’s eyes trail down to your legs. it’s quite unnerving, and your short skirt doesn’t help much with that either.

as a way to snap out of his thoughts, scaramouche shakes his head and sighs.

“are you just saying that to be nice? what about me isn’t freaky?”

“u-uhm… you seem like a normal person. you look.. um.. cool too..?”

scaramouche looks back at you and raises his eyebrows.

“oh yeah? you think I’m cool?”

you notice him shifting slightly, leaning toward you.

“then, you surely don’t mind me getting closer, right?”

your blush gets heavier the moment you feel scaramouche leaning in closer to you.

“no… not at all.”

scaramouche grins at your response and scoots even closer to you.

“then is it okay if…” he trails off, and his voice gets husky as he leans in. you feel something touch your leg, you look over to see his hand resting on your thigh.

“i suppose so..”

scaramouche’s eyes light up after hearing you agree. you could feel him plant his lips on your neck; a few gentle kisses on your skin.

“how about if i…” scaramouche places a finger along the hem of your short skirt.

a small whimper escapes your lips, you don’t know how to feel about being this close this to someone, you had never been this close or intimate with anyone.

“is it alright for me to… lift your skirt up?”

your eyes widened, you weren’t sure how you’d respond to that, but, if you were going to be honest, scaramouche was making you feel hot down there..

his words made you feel tingly and horny, but his gaze was what was making your panties damp and wet.

“can we.. go to a private room first?”

…who knew it was so easy for you to fall right into scaramouche’s trap?

after successfully making the teacher believe that scaramouche he was taking you to the clinic, he brought you to his dorm, and next, to his bedroom.

SCARAMOUCHE had you on a tight mating press, your clothes on the floor with bits of your orgasm stained onto it. (it got to your clothes because scaramouche had fingered you until you squirted all over the place.)

how could scaramouche have resisted himself? you looked so innocent, and so corruptible, he just had to get his hands on you.

scaramouche groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him for the ‘nth time. it was a sign you were about to have another orgasm, another sign was when your moans get higher-pitched.

the feeling of scaramouche’s cock mercilessly ramming into you was agonizingly pleasurable. you couldn’t think of anything else but him and his cock, your body couldn’t help but just have orgasm after orgasm.

you held tightly onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as if your life had depended on it. scaramouche’s dick was bruising your cervix, fucking you into the mattress, and possibly trying to fuck your brains out.

“does it feel nice being reduced to nothing but a whore?”

scaramouche grabs a handful of your hair, staring at your messy and slutty state. the way you looked so disheveled, the way you were gasping for breath, the way you gave up trying to keep up with scaramouche’s quick and brutal pace.

you looked so helpless and vulnerable under him, his cock ramming into you and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.

“answer me, you whore.”

scaramouche speaks to you with a stern voice, in which you immediately nod your head.

he smirks, letting go of your hair. he speeds up his thrusting, bringing one of his hands down from your waist to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until,

finally, with just one more snap of scaramouche’s hips, you both reach your intense climax and cum together.

scaramouche continues to sloppily thrust into you, however, it’s much much slower, he continues to thrust until he comes into a full stop.

“oh fuck, you felt so good..”

you both lay there panting, with scaramouche still on top of you. he stares at all the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck (he also left a lot on your thighs.), feeling proud he had his markings left on you.

“scara..?”

scaramouche snaps out of the daze he was in while he was staring at the markings he left on you—he immediately looks up at you and responds back.

“what is it?”

“can we do things like this… more often?..”

scaramouche chuckles, finding your shyness even after all the rough sex you two just had adorable.

“hmm.. sure.”

[nysrage]

Rollin’ To Love, Onyankapon.

synopsis: you and your friends scheduled a girls night at cascade for valentines & love seemed to roll your way.

content: romance, fluff, hard to get reader, & barely suggestive themes.

ny’s notes: so while taking a short break to reflect & improve my writing i came up with this new au inspired by @kaegetsmewetter. i advise listening to the songs i linked during their little moment to really immerse yourselves & hope you enjoy! happy love day babies! 🏹🩷

“I-I’m going to fall!”

You didn’t think your valentine’s would be going this way but it was debatable that it was better than how you’d normally spend it. This same recycled day had been the same for as long as you could remember. Just you alone in your room eating ice cream and watching your favorite movie— love jones. The few romances you had never made it past this societies ‘talking stage’ or either ended up as one of those emotionally draining situationships. It was as if love and romance never truly worked for you and only brought trouble.

Slowly you’d come to accept it, until there was a ring of your doorbell. Opening the door to your friends holding balloons, roses and some valentines cookies, “HAPPY VALENTINES BOO!” brushing past you and welcoming themselves into your home. The sight putting a smile on your face, it’d been so long that someone had done something so special for you beside your parents. “Awe y’all really didn’t have to do this..” engulfing them into a group hug and holding them tight, grateful for such attentive friends.

“Girl you deserve to feel loved on this special day too! That’s why we decided to spend the night with you.” kyndall reassured, popping one of the pink candies in her mouth.

“So go get dressed loser, we’re going to cascade!” Dallas giggled, pushing you towards your room. Whirling around in her hold with a questioning brow. “Really cascade..?”

“What.? I’m tired of the club scene and we could use some good fun like when we were teens!” Dallas shrugged, with that soft glint of excitement in her eyes. “C’mon it’ll be fun..” kyndall coaxed, fluttering those volume lashes until you gave in. surrendering your hands in the air and walking towards your room.

“Okay, okay! No promises i’m getting in that rink tho!”

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“Oh my god, i’m never letting yall convince me into coming here againn!” you whined, gripping onto your bestfriend’s jacket for dear life. Legs wobbling from the rolling skates gliding across the smooth floor not seeking to stop anytime soon, especially not with the crowd of people blocking your way to get to that safety wall you could hold onto.

Saturdays were still apparently the hottest for cascade, everyone seeking for fun outlet for the night. The flashing multicolored lights dancing around the walls and floors, as you and your friends entered. A upbeat set of early 2000’s song blasting over the speakers, as you waited in line to secure a pair of skates. “girl, girl girl. the niggas is out, look!” her constant tapping in of your arm made you finally look up. the group of skaters in particular that caught kyndall’s eye, vibing along to ray j’s ‘sex can i’ with their routines. the front two standing out from the rest, one with a colored buzz cut and street wear fashion. The other a fine chocolate man with a white fitted polo tee that hugged his slim-muscular build, and head full of soft deep waves. Beautiful smile still white and flashing even beneath the hues that illuminated the floor.

“Yeah, we got to get to that floor. Now.” kyndall swooned, grabbing her skates and footing towards the nearest bench to get them on.

“Damn bitch. wait for us!” Dallas laughed, the two of you following behind your eager friend.

Leading you right to this moment, settled into an uneasy stance and terrified of the little control you had over your legs right now. Skates clunking against one another as you tried your best to glide smoothly across the floor. “you got it, glide one foot after the other..” Dallas instructed, but it just seemed as if your uncoordinated body just couldn’t get with it. Wobbling above the laminated floor. Hands wrapped tightly around hers as a effort to keep yourself steady and upright, praying that you wouldn’t eat up the floor.

“Okay, m’gonna let go.” Dallas nodded, eyes on yours as she slowly released your hand. “Don’t overthink it boo.” Your body wobbling a little before it steadied as you continued to roll slowly. “I-I think i got it..” you breathed out, hand cautiously out in front of you.

“Think you’ll be good while i take a few quick laps?” She questioned and you nodded, waving her off trying to concentrate on keeping yourself steady. Counting your steps to yourself as you try not to fall on your ass in front of the big ass crowd of people. Smiling to yourself at the slightest improvement and increase in speed until another skater brushed past you, bumping into your side with a scoff. “Girl move your non-skating ass out the rink, tryna be seen n’ shit..”

Tripping over your skates and stumbling forward when suddenly a quick hand caught your arm. One strong hand resting on your waist and steadying your body before your feet could’ve swept up off the ground. “woah, you good ma?” A shaky breath left your lips as you brush your crimped hair from out of your face, “Yea, i-i’m just gonna—” refusing to look up, rolling away with a face full of embarrassment. Strong hand still holding onto your arm until you sat firmly along the bench. “Don’t trip, it’s a lot of people showing out for the crowd.”

“Slow sets the best to roll to.”

If it was even possible you became more embarrassed once your eyes met the person talking to you, The man being one of the smooth skaters that led one of the groups from earlier. Now that he was up close you could take him in fully, from his perfectly sculpted jawline to his tattoo covered arms. Those pearly white canines covered with custom open faced grills on display as he expressed his love for slow sets. barely even realizing you’d been staring awkwardly as you looked him over, but he paid it no mind just properly introducing himself to you. “Shit my bad I’m onyankapon, most just call me ony tho.”

“y/n.” briefly introducing yourself, “i can’t see how y’all do all this without falling on your ass..” you huffed, frustrated from the short time you spent out in the rink.

Ony laughed at your cute little pout, taking a seat next to you. He couldn’t lie you caught his eyes from the moment he saw you. Pretty skin glowing beneath the illuminated lights as you cautiously rolled within the crowd of people, lip tucked behind your pretty teeth with focus in your eyes. “Been doing this since grade school, plenty of practice.”

“but you just feel and move with the beat” he further explained, pointing out the many people that demonstrated his words. “Don’t think just let your body do all the work and it’ll come to you..”

The dj mixed into a slow set, the lights dimming into soft romantic hues as the ‘unthinkable’ remix by alicia keys and drake began blasting through the speakers. Mood quickly setting in as the skaters eased into the tempo, dj extending the intro as he shares his quick sentiment over the mic. “This for all my single people that hadn’t quite found that one, or even haven’t found the right words to say your ready for more. but ima help you get to ‘em tonight!”

Unbeknownst it was a song the both of you found yourselves listening to quite often these days. Not knowing when that right person would come into your life and changing that lonely destiny you found yourself believing more and more. Mindlessly swaying to the beat, ony gave you a quick glance before standing with his hand held out for you. Your eyes widening in panic when he suddenly ask you to skate with him but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when this had been that meant to be feeling this exact song had spoken of. Not waiting for him to finally get his one on one time with you eventually while he was in his element, and if he had to take the lead then he’d do exactly that.

“oh, no, no, no.” reaching back for a seat that was no longer in your grasp, ony shooting that same charming smile that caught your sights earlier as he pulled you onto the floor against your will. “i got you pretty, you trust me..?”

A small look of uncertainty occupying your face as you look over the crowd of skaters that vanished as you look back into his sincere eyes, giving in and uneasily skating forward to get closer to his towering form. Ony met you halfway and suavely spun your body into his, arms snaking around your waist as you took a slow unsteady breath as his hands rest just above your inner thighs. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as your body grows warm from those minuscule touches. Mind filled with nothing but him in that moment, that intoxicating jimmy choo cologne took over your senses as his protective arms tightened around you. Body turning to putty as you practically melting into his arms, nothing but a soft whisper leaving your lips.

“ony..”

“just focus on me…” warm breath fanning against your skin as his lip brushed the shell of your ear, keeping you pressed flush against him. Helping guide your movement to the slow rhythmic beat of the song, your small soft hands resting atop of his comfortably. Body submissively relaxing into his as you following his lead, swaying in sync as the two of you lose yourselves in a sensual stroll “there you go, feel the beat.” tapping softly to the beat against your thigh.

Maintaining a steady speed as if there were no one else in the building but the two of you. Strolling together for the rest of the night until the dj came to a satisfied close, happy with the outcome his slow sensual set had for the day of love. The two of you walking out the building together as the muffled music leaking through the doors. “Thank you for tonight.” you smiled, nervously pushing a loose crimp behind your ear. “Your a really good instructor.”

“Well I had a good partner.” he chuckled, that charm of his now in full swing “If you ever wanted to learn some more moves, I could give you my number..”

“Maybe even make into a little weekly date.”

“Maybe..” you hummed, looking him over as you backed away towards your friends. “same day and time next week?”

“bet, I never got your number tho.” reaching for his phone, as you giggled in the distance. Testing his patience on how much time and effort he’d really put into getting to know you, Opening the passenger door with a small smirk. “I know, see you next week ony..”

Leaving ony nothing but the memory of you and a mental note to be here waiting for you the next week.

[dyeher]

Does the B in Baji stand for

a) Plan B

Or

b) Breeding

(Defs not birth control tho)

warnings| breeding, mentions of birth control, plugging.

“Stop squirming.”

Keisuke’s voice is rough, his tone a little harsh, and the way big hands dig into your hips as he manhandles you back into his cock makes you shudder.

You’re trying to tell him that it feels weird. That he’s never bumped into this part of you before and you’re struggling to understand what’s happening.

This is new. All of it. He’s never pressed you quite so deep into the mattress before. And he’s never let his body weight pin you quite so completely. And he's never let the full force of his hips slam into you like this. And the way you're hiccuping, little pleas, and broken whines, desperate whimpers for more spurs him on.

You think it might have something to do with the mention of you no longer being on birth control. Of the inviting way you’d said it, of the little smirk on your lips as you sucked the ice cream of your spoon, eyes locked with his as you waited for him to process your words.

He’s barely strung three words together before tossing you over his shoulder caveman style. He’d discovered on his trek to the bedroom that there was no underwear hiding your pussy from him and so he’d—for his own pleasure—sank his middle finger to the hilt into your center, and then both his index and middle finger.

Keisuke has never practiced the kind of mindless control that some of his friends have, he’s a man of action. Little thoughts, lots of action. And unfortunately when he gets an idea in his head very little can stop its execution.

You’d recently had the talk about babies and yes, you want to have his. And so you’d surprised him with that little tidbit of information.

And now, he’s got a single thought in his head. Full them up.

The first load is to take the edge off he says, he’s stuffing his fingers in the mess he’s made of your hole and muttering to himself about it being leaky.

The second he’d fucked into you while you were face down on the bed, both his feet planted on either side of you. From the mirror near your bed it looked like Keisuke had quite literally mounted you. His thrusts deep and punishing, his grip strong and sure. And his mouth. Spewing nothing but filth. Talking you through your orgasms. Even talking you back from your delirium.

“Can’t wait to breed this fucking pussy.” “‘s all mine.” “Everyone’s gonna know you let me fuck a baby in you.” “Sweet girl gonna make me a daddy.” “Yeah, look at the pretty fucking princess pussy.” “Stay with daddy, baby.” “There you go, look at that pussy go. She’s so greedy.”

When your knees had given out he’d followed you down to the mattress and fucked you with his softening cock until he hardened inside you again.

And now he was fucking you like it was something religious. With slow, shallow swiveling movements, and his mouth pressed into the back of your neck and shoulders and his hair tickling your skin, his warm breath leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I love you,” he slurs just before he cums so deep in you that you feel the heat brush your cervix. It makes you gasp and try to jerk away from him. But he pins you. “Stay. Stay and take it— oh fuck.”

He still manages to take care of you after coming three times and you’re unsurprised when he produces a plug with his initial at the end.

“We want to be thorough,” he reasons.

And who are you to argue with the man?

[danikamariewrites]

Hello helloooo! Got a request for you if it piques your interest! Thinking of some kind of fic or HCs with Cassian x reader where reader is the type who cries when they’re talked to sternly or yelled at and generally when they’re told “no”. Like they try their hardest to hold back tears but they can’t stop the fattest tear drops from falling and whenever Cassian sees them he just melts and feels terrible. It can be totally unserious where Cassian is like “baby we have ice cream at home why do you need to get some from this store right now?” or you could go the serious route with Cassian getting frustrated and yelling. 🥹

When he says no headcanon

Cassian x reader

Warnings: none

You’ve always been in tune with your emotions

You cry a lot! And there’s nothing wrong with that

Happy tears when something good happens for one of your friends or your book has a happy ending

Sad tears when you get bad news or Cassian is upset because you just want him to be ok

The tears you always try to hold back are when Cassian tells you no or uses his general voice

It can be something so unserious too

“Cass can we stop and get snacks?” “Can we have junk food all day?” “Can we have dessert then dinner?” “Do we have to go, or can we skip the event?” “Can you just stay home with me all day?”

Cassian hates saying no to you, he truly gets no joy from it

If anything it breaks his heart. You’re his mate, you should have whatever your heart desires

His many responses include, “no, baby not right now.” “Not today baby, I’m sorry.” “No baby.”

The saddest frown pulls at your lip, your lip wobbles even though you try to stop it, and silver lines your eyes as you sadly respond, “oh…ok Cass.”

You can’t help that your tears fall, you have to let your emotions out because you hate bottling things up

Before you can start sobbing Cassian holds your face wiping the tears away

“Ohh sweet pea don’t cry. We can do whatever you want in a little bit, yeah.” You nod and give him a big hug to let him know you’re ok

When he’s serious and uses his general voice Cassian is very firm

It kind of scares you (in other situations it turns you on tho)

He doesn’t use a nickname either Cass uses your actual name

“No y/n. I said no, we will talk about it later.”

You immediately start sobbing and don’t give him the chance to comfort you

You run off to your bedroom and shut the door in his face

Cass takes some time to cool off and give you your space before he comes to apologize for being too mean

When he does come to apologize he has your favorite treat as a peace offering

He snuggles you in bed, rubbing up and down your spine in comforting strokes while he apologizes

“I didn’t mean to snap at you sweet pea. I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

You can never stay mad at him long (that makes you even more upset, hating staying mad at ppl)

On days like that Cassian drops everything to stay with you to make sure you’re ok

[khuzena]

Seasons.

Itoshi Rin, Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

Summary: Like how flowers bloom in spring, how flowers bask in the warmth of summer's embrace, their petals fall in autumn and their essence crumbles in winter. Their heart does too, though it still beats for you <3

Warning: Angst, breakup, cheating, drifting apart, hurt just hurt. No fluff, we don't do that weak sh here (kinda but nothing lasts forever).

A/n: life update. Been gone for MONTHS, sorry for no update :(. i fell in love, fell out of love but took me months to get over and now i came back ^^ tho I'll post a full update if any of you still remember me and want to know everrrrything that went on these months i was inactive:>

Listening to: MR. LOVERMAN

Michael Kaiser

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

Upon this linoleum ground.

The memory still ingrained in the crevices of his heart like a fresh wound.

He remembers it like it was just yesterday.

It was spring when he met you.

His headphones blaring music so loud the world went silent around him as he walked without a care in the world. There you were, some nobody transferee with a dream, three books hugged to your chest as you bumped into him.

"A-ah! Sorry!" The books fell to the ground, kneeling as you tried to grab all your pens that fell too.

Kaiser sips his tea in his balcony, The cacophonic mantra of sorrys of that sunny afternoon still ringing in his ears.

When he also knelt down to your level to help you carry them, he shrugged it off and apologised back.

Your gazes locked, it was new, so exciting. Yet It felt so dangerous.

Then, he swept you off your feet on the summer beach.

There were three things that caught his eyes that day: the endless sea, the ice cream that melted on the sand and you.

"Pfft you— you wasted your ice cream!" That sweet laugh of you still haunting him in his dreams everyday. It was June when he told you -he was lonely- it would be fun if you tagged along in his trip to the seaside.

The soft sand touching your skin and his, as he inched closer to your face. His heart raced, faster than he's ever felt before.

Your lips touching, he expected it would feel like fireworks exploding in new years but no— it felt like home. He was no longer just a man, he was a lover (too).

The sun set and till autumn, every kiss, every hug was straight out of the movie.

It was just the two of you; his eyes never leaving yours, a kiss on his neck or two, maybe even the trickling sweat from his forehead.

Either way, it felt just right.

Autumn, he was tired.

Though he could not leave you, not when he was your loverman.

Not like this.

He may have loved you, but he loved feeling loved more.

A little too much— that he found himself in the arms of another woman.

"It isn't what it seems like, mein liebe please." His fingers gripping your wrist hard, begging you to stay.

How could you? Why would you?

He smelled too much like that other woman.

From a noble, rich, revered professional athlete now turned into an idiotic, dishevelled, weak man. Begging for forgiveness, he got on his knees and sang your name like a prayer but it was no use.

You were no god, it was not your obligation to forgive nor give salvation to those who've sinned.

You couldn't look him in the eye. All your love for him fell in a blink of an eye. Not all of it though.

"I'm sorry, I know you won't forgive me. But please, don't leave me tonight."

It was true when all your love wasn't gone for him, maybe you were selfish too.

That night, you indulged in this sin too. You were a sinner too, maybe even more than him.

You've sinned against yourself, your own morals for your pleasure.

It was Winter when you left.

The morning after that loveless night, he shed his tears in his dreams— he didn't want you to see.

Though you've seen through him.

It was natural to feel hatred, contempt and confusion because of his act of betrayal.

But you didn't.

You cupped his face gently, tracing your thumb over his tear-stained pretty face. He cried again; not in his dreams but in your embrace.

His heart broke more at the sight of you looking at him with such pity.

You've packed your things that day. As you opened the door you were greeted with first, the taxi cab then the gust of strong snow carried off by the wind.

"I guess this is it."

"Yeah"

A man with an ego of god, staring at you with eyes of a believer, still hoping, praying you realise that you can't live without him and run to his arms and stay.

But you didn't.

And you looked back to him one more time, the cold has already frozen your tears.

Then, silence.

'Shit, shit, shit' the thought raced in his head as kept pacing around in the living room.

Though he knows it's for the best. He's a selfish, self-centred, arrogant man.

Though if there's one thing: he loves being loved more than he loves you.

But when you left, he realised he loved you more that he let you go.

He was no longer a loverman, just a man.

Itoshi Rin

The ways in which you say my name, Have me wishin' I were gone

They ways that you say my name, have me runnin' on and on

Not too much, not too little.

How'd he describe his past relationship with you.

It was just right.

Where did it go wrong?

Was it when he stopped saying your name sweetly?

Or was it when you stopped cheering for him in his game?

It wasn't that, he still doesn't know why you both fell apart.

Though as cold as he is, he's as gentle as a flower on the inside.

When you started your midterms, he had a bouquet; the largest in the store possible.

He plopped it on your desk as he saw you tirelessly study your notes. Sighing, he made you some tea to calm your nerves.

"Rinnie, you didn't have to do this," Groggily said as you examined the bouquet to your left, "You didn't have to get me this…"

"But you deserve it."

A flush creeped in your cheeks when he blurted it out with no hesitation, did this loverboy love you to the moon and back this much? Oh how'd you tease him for this a billion times.

The bouquet was still as fresh as when you got them— it was already summer but he took good care of it.

His eyes watching your every move; the clicking sound of your pen, your frown as you tried to absorb the lesson and your oh so pretty eyes.

He could never get enough of this, he's wanted to see this sight every day, every night for the rest of his life.

Maybe marriage would do? But like all stories, not all are fairy tales.

Everyday until autumn he'd take you to a cafe you both liked. It was quiet and it smelled like coffee— the perfect combination.

Like all flowers do, the petals started to fall from the vase.

At this point of the relationship he was too busy to care about getting you flowers, or tending to your needs as he had his to attend to.

But, the relationship was happy… right?

He was oblivious, too naive to notice what was going on.

Though you were there, you wanted to fix things.

You'd bring him tiny trinkets from your work trips, a yummy cake from a nearby bakery or maybe some pair of cleats he was eyeing (though most of the time he already had bought it right after you gifted him one.)

The relationship was getting boring.

It was going nowhere.

Though none of you wanted to go anywhere.

Even though he'd hold you in a tight embrace, it felt cold. Was it the weather? Or was it just him?

The 'I love you's that'd slip from his lips often, stopped. There were no more random compliments or cute nicknames.

An occasional gift or two, though he was an idiot, he gives and gives and doesn't know how to take.

When winter came he was no longer begging you to warm up with him near the chimney or near the Christmas tree.

It was winter, his heart turned cold.

"Lets break up"

Adamancy dripped from his tone, he was serious about it.

"Why?"

Why?

"Because… I don't see this relationship going anywhere."

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, you wanted to punch his stupid face. How could he say that nonchalantly?

Though, it was true.

It wasn't going anywhere.

He knew it was for the better; he loved you too much to trap you in such a boring, loveless relationship.

Maybe one day, it will be spring all over again.

But your hand is holding another man's (or woman's).

He passed by another flower shop, he thinks he should buy you another bouquet again.

Notes: I wrote this at 12 am (it's 2 am now). I apologise for any grammatical mistakes :(( super tired and i have an unfinished sci assignment. I dont wanana live anymoreee. Idk if any of u still remember me tho LOLOLOL.

If u do i'm sorry if i dropped some underwhelming work as a return to the bllk tumblr fandom ehe (no kinktober just heart wrenching angstober ^^)

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

[mimez-meme]

Aizawa headcanons!🖤💤 (sorry if any mistakes, erasermic?)

Not bothered by temperature. Wears baggy clothes even in hot weather unless he literally cannot stand it.

Has like little notes in his office of things eri likes so he always has some kind of idea of what gifts to get her

He purposely coughs whenever someone is smoking near him.

Whenever someone tells a really unfunny joke he either does a fake little laugh and then just a blank face after and stare at them for a bit, or he just stares at them with a blank face.

Downloaded tiktok to monitor his students but he secretly watches those ai cat vids/cat vids in general, sometimes shows them to eri

Once showed up to class with a bunch of plasters because eri kept saying he had ‘boo boos’

Type of dude to have the same dinner for days

He has loads of photos of random shit. Like a bunch of accidental photos.

Got the yellow sleeping bag thing because it reminded him of hizashi

As a kid he was neglected and his parents just wasn’t rlly the best but when he was like 14-15 his grandparents got custody over him and they started to look after him

10% Korean, 25% German

Owns some present mic merch

Aromantic and gay. Only had/has feelings for hizashi.

Says the most offensive shit then just says “no offence tho.”

When he’s in a meeting or whatever if he finds it boring he would yawn really loudly but then just act like nothing happened. But if someone points it out he’d be like “don’t blame it on me. Blame it on my instincts.” But if he doesn’t do that he will look really bored, like you tell by his face.

Doesn’t like fizzy drinks or like any sweet drinks. Doesn’t like any cold food either like ice cream.. ice lollies ect.

Sometimes when he can’t sleep he’ll listen to present mics radio show. Though he’ll never admit that.

He genuinely thought his students didn’t like him until the war started and they protected him the best he could, he even cried a bit over it.

He hugs a pillow to sleep sometimes, it oddly brings him comfort. In his sleeping bag he has a mini cat plushie.

If he sees himself in a kid in any way he will make sure they get help or he will help them. He hates seeing himself in a kid and he most definitely doesn’t want a kid to feel to same as he did as a kid.

Opened his own cat shelter not to far from his house, he goes there after work a lot and helps around.

Whenever there’s a sunset he takes pictures as he likes to think it’s oboro making the sky pretty for him and others.

Even now he views himself as weak. He ‘knows’ he can’t save everyone but what purpose does he serve if he can’t save everybody? And as hizashi couldn’t do much as kids when he was overworking himself, whenever he catches him overworking now he always stops him but aizawa gets mad

He loves omelets, has omelets every day for breakfast. He believes breakfast is the only meal you really need, but ofc hizashi is trying to help him eat more

He likes reading and getting lost in it. Imagining himself in that world. Its another way he escapes reality

Always has the news on/listening to it somehow, at home he has the tv running, at work, radio or headphones ect (he only doesn’t listen when he knows he shouldn’t or can’t, like in meetings, when he’s teaching ect)

As a kid for Halloween he would just lurk in the complete darkness with his quick activated so people just seeing glowing red eyes people would get terrified.. he was known around his neighbourhood for doing so. He also use to do that to scare his friends.

He has injured his back and has back problems from always overworking himself (training wise) and because of his bad posture and whenever someone points out his bad posture and the fact it’s not ganna help with his back problems he just says “it’s more comfy”

Like I hc hizashi to, he has some of nemuri’s paintings in his house

Nemuri always sent aizawa cat pictures everyday (canon?) and he got use to it, after her death he still checks his phone everyday expecting a cat picture but he never gets one.. it makes him feel a bit empty inside. He looks through those pictures whenever he can and sent back a cat picture and a message saying “thank you, for everything.”

After a long hard day of work, normally on Fridays he likes to have a long chilling bath, he does the usual stuff then just relaxes.. it calms him down and he thinks about life, he thinks about oboro sometimes and he just lets himself cry if he needs to. This is something that has genuinely helped him because it’s helping him becoming one with his feelings and letting himself feel and think. (Sometimes even falls asleep)

After his grandparents death he inherited the house but he couldn’t live there for too long because the memories hurt too much, even tho they’re good memories. But when he moved he took some stuff he held dearly with him and he has them in a little box in his closet now unless it’s some kind of furniture

Kirishima reminds him of oboro. Once he accidentally called him oboro and he hated himself for that, Kirishima lowkey gets some special treatment from aizawa as-well because of the fact

Only owns two pairs of pjs

Microwave- takeout typa guy. He can’t cook, basic stuff he can but it’s not the best

he’s tried a lot of weird shit with coffee, once he heard about tea and biscuits he tried it with coffee and weirdly liked it (I haven’t tried it myself but I’m guessing it’s not that nice but🤷🏻‍♀️) and then he tried over stuff and.. blah blah blah.

If Eri does his hair he willl keep it that way for as long as he can, he doesn’t care if he looks ridiculous

whenever he’s at the beach he would just relax on a sun bed or burry himself in the sand

Gets into bar fights, tries not to but he does.. 😭

hates swimming, he was forced to learn at a young age has a bit of trauma from that

after Oboros death he developed ED (an eating disorder)

He’s still in touch with Oboros parents and sometimes goes to see them, sometimes with hizashi as-well. Oboro also has a younger sister who looks like Eri in a way and so that also encourages Aizawa to look after Eri the best he can

Makes alot of dark jokes without realising

If he doesn’t like you and you ask for a cup of coffee or whatever, he’d make it for you but purposefully spill it all over you or make it really disgusting.

He makes sure to wash his face every night and every morning

has a COLLECTION of mugs, he buys every ‘cool’ one or just every basic one. He doesn’t care.

He’s ticklish on his sides, no one except nemuri and hizashi know that

He has two tattoos since hizashi kept calling him a pussy. Hizashi however doesn’t know what tattoos he got (he got a cloud on his ankle to represent oboro but unfortunately that tattoo was on the leg he cut off and he was actually upset about that. The other tattoo he got when drunk, it’s a fucked up rose below his neck on his back?..idk how else to describe the place)

He hides things in his scarf and as a kid and he was guilty of stealing things and hiding them in his scarf (idk when he got his scarf but shut up)

His scarf was inspired by a scarf his grandad always use to wear

After the time skip he adopted eri

Has a cat lamp in his room

He hated his smile, it was one of his insecurities but after a while and when he found happiness his smile became one of the most beautiful things about him. He didn’t really know how to smile to begin with which is why he was insecure, but yeah.. now he isn’t as insecure.

Mrs joke once played ‘emo boy’ outside his house on a boombox. To this day he has no idea how she knows where he lived and he even got extra locks

On Father’s Day he got cards from most of his students and he was so confused as to why but some of them made him smile (he secretly kept them)

Mic taught him how to do up his hair.

He hates big loud dogs.

He has dreams about saving oboro and how life could of been like if he lived or if he (aizawa) died instead of oboro, once woke up crying

He loves physical touch and the simplest of touch can calm him down or bring him comfort but he isn’t really use to it. his favourite type of physical touch is probably holding hands. But ‘no one’ knows

When he saw hizashi angry for the first time (s5-s7) he was genuinely scared of him and worried on what he might do but he didn’t show it and just let him express but seeing him like that also made him realise some of his mistakes as a friend and he sometimes thinks about it all, it made him question mic a lot and himself.

He had a pat cat but it died, however he still keeps his bed, toys and blanket. He figured he should leave having pets for a while because he would be too busy, but after the time skip he got 2 cats

He knows almost nothing about hizashi’s past before UA, he doesn’t think much about it but it does concern him 

Most of the time he genuinely thinks the world would be better if he didn’t exist as if he didn’t exist some people would still be alive. (Like oboro) but after the time skip he finally stopped thinking that way as he began noticing his worth.

He does feel guilty after being too hard on the kids, as sometimes they remind them of him. He tries to not push them too hard but enough.

[capitalisticveins]

Lots of Headcanons #5

FINALLY got to @nevaroonie 's request, sorry it took so long even tho you were the first person to request I feel so bad :c

William

He has about 7-8 fake names, 4 fake ids, and 2-3 SSNs

Most of these are expired.

Eye involuntarily twitches whenever someone speaks French without the accent.

Hates horror movies because the characters are always stupid but he’d never outright say it.

His fashion sense is more “snazzy” rather than elegant like most would expect.

Has lied to the police more than Lovely, Vincent, and Alexis have combined.

Yet also preaches about the “importance of honesty”.

Likes hairless animals more, or ones with less fur.

Uses non-vampire magic the least out of all the vamps we know. If he needs fire he’ll just light a match.

Vincent took him to a 7/11 once and he fell in absolute LOVE with slushies. He'll drink them whenever. In meetings, during the summit, outside during the winter, at a funeral, doesn't matter. If he's able to go get one he'll do it and drink it in front of everyone.

Likes guillotines

Gives out apples for Halloween.

Ollie

Wampus has a problem with balancing on things platforms and jumping high. He rarely gets hurt but because of this Ollie has a folder full of Wampus failing jumps and falling off the table.

Ollie is good at competitive games if he’s going against CPU, but if he’s going against actual people his loss is basically guaranteed.

Clothes he doesn’t wear for work or outside activities are usually either extremely baggy clothes or matching pajama sets, no in between

Prefers movie musicals over the actual musicals in most cases…yeah

Needs background sounds to sleep in most cases so Babe usually wakes up in the morning and sees him with overhead headphones on in his sleep.

Has had him, Babe, and Wampus dressed in the same set of holiday pajamas for the holidays.

Doesn’t like drinking hot cocoa without something accompanying it, like cinnamon, whipped cream, or marshmallows. JUST hot cocoa makes him feel incomplete.

Sometimes writes little notes of affirmations and love letters and rushes into Babe’s office when they’re out so he can hide them around their desk. 

When Babe pretends to wonder who wrote them because “they have a boyfriend” he’ll start giggling and act offended that someone would send love letters to HIS partner. It’s cute.

When someone he knows calls him "Oliver" he slowly cranes his neck over and says "Ollie".

Gives out king-sized candy bars and juice boxes for Halloween. His house always has a line.

[tlouxx]

Electromagnetism - p. 3

~ ellie williams x reader

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part two | part four <3

synopsis: you and ellie williams have been long time rivals. you're a physics majors at wellesley college, and you’re competing for the same spot in the prestigious dr. ramsey’s lab as ellie. suddenly neither of you can escape the other as you’re both trying to navigate your final year of college

content: college!ellie, mean!ellie, modern au, academic rivals to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, eventual smut, swearing, banter, alcohol use, drug use, dina and reader being bffs, college party, ellie flirting with another girl

taglist: @gold-dustwomxn @skylerwhitwyo @blueberryhalfblood @elliebobellysosmelly @444na0m1

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I shut my curtains before changing into some pj bottoms. After staying up all night last night, I deserve a treat and to go to bed immediately. I think of the ice cream at the back of my freezer. Before I leave the confines of my bed, my phone buzzes against the blanket. I had just texted my mom about getting the top score in class. She has always been so supportive of me. I’m just glad it’s finally coming to fruition. I turn my phone over expecting to see my mom’s name on the screen. 

9:48 P.M. 

Ellie: Maybe so.. Congrats. 

My jaw nearly hits the floor. I wasn’t expecting her to say anything back. I thought she’d ignore it or say something snide to me in person. Should I respond?

I take a sip of water to soothe my dry throat and look around my room. My lamp is the only light that’s radiating throughout.  

My plan to best Ellie is starting to materialize. I just didn’t imagine we’d be texting one another. Or that I’d start getting used to spending so much time with her. Or getting nervous when her name appears on my phone. 

Should I say something witty? I type and delete multiple texts before settling on something simple. 

9:59 P.M. 

Thanks. I’ll see you at class on monday. 

E: I’m throwing a party tomorrow if you and Dina want to come. 

E: No pressure tho. 

I’m skeptical. This isn’t the Ellie Williams I know. I’ve known taunts, bragging, shoving, but never an open invitation to her house. Maybe I should consult Dina first? On the other hand.. I haven’t been to a party in awhile, and I don’t have to talk to Ellie while I'm there either. I could just stand in the corner talking to Dina or I could take a peek into her room. See what weird shit she’s hiding. 

Too much time is passing. The longer I take to respond the weirder it is. 

10:33 P.M. 

Sure. 

Send me the address? 

My curiosity got the best of me. I have to go. 

…

Day 27 

8:30 A.M. 

Would you indulge me if I proposed going to a party tonight? 

D: I’m down! 

D: Who’s party is it? 

Ellie’s..

D: and you want to go? 

Well she invited us. I haven’t gone out in a while. Could be fun if we ignore her all night :) 

D: Okay. Let’s do it. 

D: Come to my place to get ready later? 

…

“Dina, do you think this outfit looks good?” Her clothes are scattered throughout the room. Her desk doesn’t look any better with makeup brushes and our makeup bags spread out. She turns around in her desk chair to look at me. Her eyes wander up and down. I’ve tried on multiple different outfits, but nothing seems to look right. 

“You look absolutely stunning.” Dina looks back at her reflection to apply another coat of mascara. Looking in the mirror, I begin to scrutinize the outfit I have on. Her denim jeans fit snug around my waist. I take off my tank top and replace it with a black one. 

“You said that about the last outfit too!” I sit down on Dina’s bed defeated.

She pushes herself out of her chair and plops down on the bed with me. “You’ve looked good in everything! You’re overthinking it.” 

I sigh. “You’re right, I am.” Her hand grasps mine and pulls me up. “How about we take a shot and continue getting ready?”

…

I’m sitting down at Dina’s desk looking over the mess we’ve created in the last hour. I check the time on my phone. The party starts in 10 minutes, but we definitely cannot be the first to arrive. I decided on wearing the jeans I borrowed from Dina, my black tank, and a green flannel. It’s my typical wardrobe, but it makes me feel confident. I’ll need that once I walk into the beast that is Ellie Williams. 

The vibration of my phone allows the haze of my thoughts to disappear. It’s Ellie. 

9:45 P.M. 

E: You and Dina still coming tn? 

Yeah. why do you ask?

E: Just thought it was unlike you to be late to something.

Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.. 

E: I think I know you just the right amount ;)

Sureee Ellie.. 

… 

The door opens and two shots appear in front of me. 

“Cheers!” We clink our glasses together and down the shot of rum. My face distorts as it burns through my chest. I laugh when I see Dina’s face twist in disgust too.

“While you were gone, guess who texted me” 

“Oh no, not your ex?” Dina gives me a look that resembles pity. 

“Ew, not her. Ellie.” 

“Shut up!” She lunges over to see my phone. “Show me!!” 

After reading our back and forth, Dina looks back up at me. “Ooh, it sounds like she really wants you to be there.” I shove her away from me playfully. 

“Shut uppp.” 

… 

Before we leave, Dina and I take one last shot together. She looks gorgeous with her hair in soft waves. Her eyelashes are long and gracefully frame her eyes. No wonder her and Ellie were a thing. I feel a spring of jealousy erupt out of nowhere. I push the feeling aside and smile at Dina. “I’m ready when you are.” I grab my phone and keys and we head out the door. 

Ellie’s apartment is surprisingly close. I’m lingering behind as Dina leads the way. A wave of regret comes over me. I’m not sure I made the right decision. What if this goes horribly wrong. Ellie and I don’t exactly have a track record of getting along. 

“Hey.” I say catching Dina’s attention in front of me. 

“Everything alright?” Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at me concerned. 

“Do you think Ellie is pissed I got the top grade and not her?” The alcohol is coursing through my veins now. 

“I mean, maybe. If she was that pissed off I doubt she’d invite you to her party.” 

I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe. I’m intimidated by her. I feel like she’ll pull some stunt.” She hugs me tightly, and looks at me, “We don’t have to go if you’re worried.” 

I’m letting Ellie and our rivalry get to my head. Maybe this was her way of extending an olive branch. I look back at Dina, “I should be worried about you! You’re the one that used to kiss her.” She gives me a knowing smile and laughs. “She grabs ahold of my hand pulling me toward her as we continue on our way to Ellie’s house. 

…

Walking up to her door I feel myself getting more and more nervous. I think I need another drink. Music is emanating through the halls of the apartment complex. Must have thin walls. Dina knocks on the door. Only seconds later Ellie appears in front of us. Her hair falls delicately in front of her face. She’s wearing black jeans with converse and a brown jacket. 

Ellie looks at both of us “So you guys finally decided to make it.” She gestures for us to come in. 

Her apartment is lit up by LED lights. It's a typical college apartment. Thin walls, gray laminate floors, fake granite countertop. The living room is full of people already. I recognize a couple of them. I’ve seen around the physics department. I think they might be juniors. Dina grabs my arm pulling me out of my daze. “Let’s get another drink.”

…

I’m currently sipping on a seltzer in the corner with Dina as planned. Ellie is off flirting with one of the girls I saw earlier in the living room. I think her name is Cat. Ellie has her hand above Cat’s head as they talk in the door frame. I feel a bit embarrassed that I assumed she only invited me here as a joke or to humiliate me publicly. She has barely spoken to me the entire time. My eyes wander over to Ellie again. She’s definitely winning Cat over. 

Ellie’s hand lightly caresses her clothed lower back slowly lifting up her shirt. She leans down to whisper in Cat’s ear. Her eyes widen. She meets Ellie’s gaze and whispers back to her. Ellie’s fingers then dip down to her hips. She strokes the waistband of her jeans before moving her hand down lower. Her head nuzzles into her shoulder as she pulls her in closer. She begins to work her way up delicately kissing her neck.I look away as the moment begins to feel too intimate. I lift my cool hands up to my cheeks to relieve the heat burning off them. 

… 

A couple of Dina’s coworkers pulled her away to play a drinking game. I decided not to play. I don’t want to get too drunk. I still need to work on an assignment tomorrow. I get up off the couch and try to find a bathroom. I walk through the hallway, and pull on the first door handle, but it doesn’t budge. I continue down the hall, and spot a sliding glass door to the left. As I walk down the hall further, I can tell it’s Ellie. She sees me looking at her and gestures for me to come outside too. I open the door with caution.

… 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” Ellie sits down in the chair. I sit down across from her. I’m confused why she wanted me to come out here. I had assumed she’d be with Cat still. 

She readjusts herself in the chair and reaches into her back pocket pulling out a joint. 

“Want any?” She extends it in my direction. 

“I’ll take a hit.” Ellie brings the lighter to it and inhales. She passes it to me. The thick smoke lingers in the air around us. 

After we pass the joint back and forth a few more times, Ellie moves to sit on the couch next to me. Her eyes are glossy and tinted pink. I can’t imagine mine look much different. I giggle. 

“What’re you laughing at?” Ellie shoves my arm. I shove her back harder. We are competitive after all. 

“You look kinda funny when you’re high.” The atmosphere around us seems to change. The tension is replaced by something new.  A warmth spreads through my body despite the goosebumps rising on my arms. I contemplate what Ellie is thinking. She puts her head in between her hands and shakes her head. She scoots over closer to me. 

“You look kinda cute when you’re high. At least for you.” 

 “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.” 

Ellie pulls back unexpectedly. 

“Can I ask you a question?” 

The twinge of anxiety in my chest returns. I hesitantly meet her eye contact “Uh. Sure.” 

Ellie starts biting her nails. “How did you get the highest grade for exam one?” 

“Why wouldn’t I? I knew the material inside and out.” 

“Bullshit.” Ellie’s tone changes, and I know this is no longer playful banter. She stands up towering over me. 

I want to retreat into the couch. I thought for a second she was going to put this shit aside. I guess I was wrong. 

“How Ellie? You took the test right next to me. It’s not like I cheated. Maybe it’s time for you to accept that I’m just as good if not better than you.” 

She scoffs. Ellie bites her thumbnail and is pacing around the small balcony.

“Why did you even invite me here? To interrogate me?” 

“Oh fuck you. You’re the one who has the incessant need to compete with me. I just play along.” I stand up to even the playing field. The rage is bubbling up inside of me begging to be let out. 

“No fuck you Ellie. You just told me you’re glad I’m finally playing the game. Now I’m the only one who is trying to compete with you? I’m leaving. I don’t know why I came here in the first place.” 

I rush to the door. Eager to find Dina and leave. Ellie grabs my arm bringing me back outside. I pull away. 

“Wait.” 

“What more do you have to say?” I try to pull myself out of her grasp again. 

“That’s not the only thing I wanted to ask. Please.” I stop trying to escape and Ellie let’s go. 

“Okay, then what do you want to say to me? It better be good or I’m leaving and telling the tutoring center to drug test you Monday.” 

“Then I’ll tell them to drug test you too.” Despite wanting to shove Ellie into the brick wall behind us I don’t. 

“Spit it out.” 

“I need you to not apply for the position in Dr. Ramsey’s lab.” 

Out of the corner of my eye I see Dina walking toward us. 

“Not a chance Ellie.”

[fakesimp]

Could I make a small request? XP (pls spare me I never made a request before)

Luxiem boys with a haphephobic s/o (tho they are used to touch from the boys there are bad days where it doesn't work)

And it is one of those days cuz a stranger decided to hit on them even if their boyfriend was present. Hence a bad touch day. How'd the boys react and do? OwO"

Haphephobia, with Luxiem

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Haiwo ! I'm so sorry this took a long while, And I'll be writing these in headcanons form, I do hope you love this..

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Vox Akuma

Will keep his composure, but lord help the person when he glared at them.

The person will fell on their knees as he look up at him terrified,

That aside, he will be very, very worried about your well being.

Would check up on you, and asked if you want to go back home or not

If you trust him on touching you, he will be so gentle like he's holding a very fragile glass.

He will hold your hand, gently pulling you away from the crowd.

Leading both you and him back home.

If you don't trust him on touching you, he'll try his best to help you.

Though it is going to be a bit challenging for him, but he managed eventually.

Once both of you got home, he's going to ask you, if you want to rest or eat first.

Either way, he's going to indulge into your requests.

"I am so sorry for what happened today dear, Please do let me indulge into your requests, make you comfortable and forget about what happened.."

Mysta Rias

Lowkey losing it also panicking,

He's going to tug your clothes, as he nervously pull you away.

But if the person have the audacity to approach you again,

He will lowkey growl and glare

If you allow him to touch you, he'll put his hand over your shoulder as he lead both you and him back home.

If you don't allow him to touch you, he'll gently tug at your clothes. Looking at you, worried.

When you both got home, he'll kneel in front of you, looking at you. Then around your body to see if you're injured anywhere else other than the spot the person hits you.

He's nervous as you are, but he's trying his best not to look like he is in front of you.

He's definitely trying to find ways to make you forget what happened,

"Hey.. do you want to, uh, watch movie nights together?"

Luca Kaneshiro

The audacity?? Right in front of the Mafia Leader????

Honestly, before the person manage to hit you, he already grabbed the person's hand to prevent it to happen

His grip on the person's arm is strong, if he could break it he would, but he wouldn't, at least. For now.

Letting go the person, he told them to go before the worst happen to them

And then his golden retriever behavior will come back to him again as he looked at you worriedly

Looking around your body to see if you got any injuries anywhere

If you allow him to touch you he will gently grab your hands

Asking are you hurt anywhere? Please do not hesitate or be shy to tell him if you do

If you doesn't allow him to touch you, he will drape over his coat to your shoulders

Both of you still keep going on the day, but he's definitely staying closer than before so that the same incident doesn't happen

"Are you okay? Here let me give you my coat, we have a long day to go! Come on, let's get ice cream-"

Ike Eveland

Arms already out, preventing the person's hand to land on you

His eyes narrowed at the person as he slowly moves over to cover your body with his

He looked at the person with the most, judging look like 'what do you think you're doing?' look as he glances at the people walking pass them

He'll just stand there, staring at the person until the person backs away

After he's sure that they're gone, he'll turn to you

His voice soft, asking you are you alright? Do you know who they are?

Either you know them or not, your safety and your comfort is his priority at the moment

If you allow him to touch you, he'll hold your hand, gently rubbing his thumb at the back of your hands

If you doesn't allow him to touch you, he'll be like luca, draping his coat on your shoulders

"Don't worry, I'm right here to protect you.. come on, let's get going älskling.."

Shu Yamino

He would step over the person and gently push the person's hand back

He'd raise a brow at them, confused

He'll ask the person who are they, but if the person just walks away without answering

It'll make him let out a chuckle, 'that's weird' he said

He turned to check up on you, he'll offer his hand to you

So it is your choice if you want to hold his hand or not

If you decided to hold his hand, he'll smile reassuringly at you, gently rubbing his thumb along your knuckles

If you decided not to hold his hand, he'll retreat his hand back, nodding his head, understanding.

He'll ask if you want to go back or go buy some, food or sweets

Anything honestly to make you forget about what happened

Either way, he's more than happy to do it with you

"That's weird.. anyway, you wanna go get some, pancakes? Or Ice cream? Or both? Haha..!"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Here you go ! Apologies if it's not what you're expecting.. (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) but I tried my best, also apologies if they're ooc-!

I am, listening to Luca's Honeymoon Un Deux Trois Cover on repeat since yesterday.. dear lord..

[starcanwrecked-confessions]

Friendly reminder that not all of us are involved in drama. for example: i'm here, i'm neurodivergent and I really like perfume

Here's what lush perfume I think some Hatchetfield characters would wear any why they wear it:

Grace - breath of god - It caught her eye when she went shopping with ruth. She picked it up because of the name. She bought it because it smelled like the incense they burn at her church

Ethan - lord of misrule - It was a gift from Lex. He'd been having problem's at work, people leaving Tony bad reviews because Ethan worked there and smelled like w33d, and it was making him feel like a burden. Lex noticed the toll it was taking on him and gave him this to make life a bit easier for the Greens. After Ethan stopped working there, either because he just got a better one at some point after Lex and Hannah left or because the three of them got to California (depending on how delulu you're feeling - I'm going with the second option), he kept wearing it because it makes him think of Lex.

Becky - american cream - It's the same scent shes worn since high school. Tom said it suited her back then. Stanley said it was too sweet so she stopped wearing it while they were married. when she killed him, she started wearing it again. it felt like *her*. it reminded her of Tom.

Emma - 4:20PM - helps her get up in the morning.

Ziggs - breath of god - They used to go to a festival every year as a kid. It always smelled of incense (and w33d but they've got that covered). When they were looking for perfume that smelled like incence they stumbled across this online

Steph - rose jam - She and Pete both got help from an employee to pick out scents. she landed on this

Pete - vanillary - see above (I also think its funny that the perfume is really sweet and he has famously low blood sugar)

Ruth - lust - *the* lush lover of Hatchetfield. Picked it because of the name. Didn't even like the scent at first but she learned to love it the more she wore it.

Lex - 4:20PM - she, unlike Ethan, wants to smell even more like w33d because it pisses people off.

Linda - goddess - makes her feel powerful and mysterious (plus its really different from Becky's. might've been on purpose. might've not)

Richie - dirty - ironically the mint makes him feel fresher. It doesn't work on him though, he just sweats it off.

Hannah - new romantics - It smells a bit like oranges. she likes orange juice. what can you say? she saved up for it. plus Webby liked it so that's a bonus. she probrably also steals Ethan's from time to time. She's not allowed to wear Lex's.

Miss Holloway - ginger - has a lot of popular smells from the 80's within it. (totally forgot she was ginger herself when picking this out for her lol)

Deb - sappho - she and Alice got it to share because it's the lesbian perfume and that's funny. It turned out to not be Alice's thing but Deb loved it.

Alice - love - she just likes it. Deb did say it smelled as lovely as she is tho so its special now.

Charlotte - Shade - Sam bought it for her for an anniversary. She hates it but she wears it anyway. Sam never notices. I feel like she would rlly like alina tho!

-🛼 ( i cant tell if thats showed up right- currently not on my normal device - but it's the roller skate)

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[theannoyingmosquitoinyourroom]

jams jams jams jams jarthur hcs now/lh/nf

OKAY UHM

even tho john is taller hes usually the little spoon (although they usually cuddle facing eachother rather than facing the same direction)

john either really likes or strongly dislikes mint chocolate chip ice cream (im projecting onto him (i love mint chocolate ice cream)) but john also really likes the passionfruit ice cream (he never mixes the flavours. he chooses one or the other, and usually hell pair them with something else that may go with it, but it really depends on his mood) arthur is a standard vanilla guy :3

john fucking hates being barefoot bc he can feel every little thing on the ground and it sucks ASS (<- im projecting onto him again lamooo) okay but he doesnt really like the feeling of socks in shoes? does that make sense?? whereas arthur is a notorius bare-footer

arthur started teaching john the piano and like. john rage-quits every other week only to then shyly ask arthur if hell keep teaching him after he calms down. arthur is in TEARS when john composes his first song for him.

aroallo arthur - john is on the aroace spectrum somewhere

they are both fucking terrible at cooking. actually terrible. john used to be worse than arthur, but unlike arthur, john just lacked the experience. he quickly learned and got better (his cooking gets actually quite good)

john reads to arthur

both of them are into crime movies, but aside from that john is a SUCKER for romance movies tho hell never admit it. arthur Knows tho (johns not good at hiding it lmao (he cries so hard and always tries to cover it up) and takes him out under the pretense that he wanted to watch the movie.

they rant to each other, but the ranting is for different reasons. arthur usually rants when they have an annoying customer, or just when he was pissed off about something. he will angry-rant to john about it when they get home, and then hell calm down only to wake john up in the middle of the night when he comes up with a new point to add to his rant. john rants about the movies/ books that he watched/ read, hell talk to arthur about the plot if he hasnt read it, or hell just say his opinions on the book/ analyze it, etc etc

oh wait did i mention they have a PI business together? bc they do

okay so yk how i said john is a sucker for romance movies? this is different for books. he rly likes horror books

ough also both johns but also arthurs eyes are the kings yellow.

they go on long walks to the park and john counts all the ducks he sees, much to arthurs amusement when he loses track and gets frustrated.

[vdragon-creations]

TMayNT Day 18: Human Version of The Turtles

Day 18 of @tmaynt Prompt: Human version of the turtles!

So these took a bit longer then i expected to, but most of that was due to trying to get the skin colors right! A lot of folks head canon the turtles as POC's, mostly in reference to RISE and MM. But I could really see that in about all of them honestly. So I hope this looks good!

(Side Note: Am whiter then sour cream guys, with the most color I have in my fam is Cherokee native on my sperm donor side. I'm using this as practice for more skin colors. Any tips and critique you might have would be nice.)

But, with that out of the way, I wanna talk a little about my thought process with these designs! I wanted to go with them being mixed race, mostly Asian with either a dash of African American or even Latino in there. And I was trying to lean more on the 2003 TMNT as my main inspiration for these guys! As well as a few headcanons younger me had when I was younger about what they would look like! So let's get into each one!

Leo: I knew that with him, I still wanted to give him a more obvious "Ninja" look to him! Especially since, they're humans in this AU and not Turtles, I don't think Splinter would be HAVING to teach his sons martial arts as they wouldn't really NEED to defend themselves. Still tho, seeing how much of a father's boy Leo is, I could see him wanting to learn from him anyway. Just out of principle. He's got dark bluish gray eyes, and keeps his long hair in a ponytail! I complete his look with a scar along his shoulder and cheek. (Perhaps a childhood accident. Rough housing too much with Raph.) I also sprinkle a few freckles on his shoulders too, cause...they cute! QvQ

Raph: Now, you know this kid is a little punk. He's defiantly the rebel of the family! I knew I wanted to give him a ripped vest from the beginning, and I added a scar on his face as well. (Probably from the same rough housing with Leo, idk.) Also, you will never convince me that this boy doesn't have a piercing, or maybe a tattoo somewhere hidden. (Splinter would kill him if he ever saw it, after all he nearly did after the piecing and died hair.) But, despite all the roughness, he's topped off with pretty green eyes, freckles, and a tiny little beauty mark right on his jaw.

Donnie: Oh my baby boy! He's defiantly the most plain looking out of his brothers. Plain purple sweater and glasses, he doesn't scream outrageous like Mikey! And why should he? He's too busy with building things in his spare time to give a shit about looks! Shown by the oil stains on his shirt, really messy hair he keeps in a low ponytail, and eyebags so big that if it weren't for his (Admittedly) pretty golden eyes, you'd think he only had dark sockets on his face. And of course, cute nerdy freckles pepper his face! (Cause I'm predictable!)

Mikey: By far the most colorful (and obvious) out of his brothers! Splinter wasn't too happy when he and Raph both decided to dye their hair and get piercings, but it sure didn't stop them! Mikey really wanted to embody the "Surfer Dude" look, and he sure pulled it off! Long Blonde hair? Check! Shark Tooth Neckless? Check! Rad Shades? Double Check! (Rarely actually worn tho, gotta make sure the Dudes & Dudettes see those beautiful bright blue eyes!) He also started carrying around a set of headphones that Donnie made personally for him!

Maybe I'll revisit these guys at a later date, cause I do really dig the designs! And I think they would make they're own neat little AU! (I may even toss my OC Sasha in there some day! Been wanting to make a few human versions of her anyway. Hell, in some versions she was a human starting out anyway. So tis very needed!)

[alwaysdaydreaming1]

Summary : Y/n works on set with jackass and Bam has a thing for her. One question leads to 100 feelings.

This was supposed to just be a smut but I got way too invested in the story since there will be a part 2 !

Long story , angst, drinking, swearing, implying smut (smut in chapter two) , fighting , use of y/n,

Chapter one : feelings on fire 🔥

Arter leaving med school you didn’t have much of a plan. You had recently graduated and your parents were so proud of you. You loved seeing them happy and proud but the whole time that you’d had been studying you knew in the back of you’re head that you were only doing it for them and you really couldn’t wait until you could move on.

after graduating there was a period of time where you had no idea what you wanted to do or where you wanted to be.

Everyday you’re parents would call and ask if you had applied for any new jobs or if you were thinking about studying even more which you totally knew you weren’t gonna do again.

You were living in a small apartment in San Francisco and just down the street was convenience store where you would either stop by on you’re way home from a night out to grab some hangover essentials or where you would end up on those nights were chips and a large coke called you’re name.

Tho today was different. After a long conversation over the phone with your dad about the different hospitals he had found that we’re looking for new people you needed air.

You felt as if the pressure from your parents had transformed into two real dumbbells sitting on your shoulders.

As you walked in to the convenience store you saw a man standing opposite the counter talking to Gary. The manager of the shop.

Gary looked away from the guy he was talking to and gave you a wink .

You just gave him a smile back and walked toward the candy isle.

As you were looking at what chocolate bar to buy you took out one of your headphones from your ear closets to the counter.

“Yeah we’ve been filming all day, the guys are at the hotel getting some rest. We leave tomorrow for LA and if I know the guys right there will be some great footage from there so keep your eyes open for the next movie. Hey thanks for letting me put of the posters on you’re fly board , have a good one”

The guy left and you felt you’re legs walk towards the counter quicker than you where prepared for. You handed Gary the candy bar and looked over at the fly board .

“Who was that ?” Just above a missing person poster you saw.

“JACKASS MOVIE CAST LOOKING FOR ON SET MEDIC. MUST HAVE MEDICAL TRAINING AND BE ABLE TO COME ALONG IN TOUR “

“I don’t know, some guy named Jeff wanting to put up some posters and talked about a new movie coming out “ Gary said whilst scanning you’re item.

You looked out the glass door and before you could even think about what to say you opened the door and ran out and after the guy that had just left.

“Hey! Hey you! Wait! “ you ran up to him and he turned around to meet you’re face.

“Hey I saw the poster you put up in there”

He looked at you up and down.

“Hey! I don’t need any fan girls trying to get close to my guys, you can meet them at our next meet and greet “ He turned around and opened the car door.

“Fan girl? I don’t know what you’re filming and I haven’t heard about jackass but I am a trained medic, I recently graduated med school and I’ve been looking for somewhere to work “ you sounded a bit desperate but maybe that’s because you were.

He turned around again and smiled.

And that is how you ended up in the situation you are in right now.

Working as a medic on the set of Jackass and going from place to place with the guys.

Patching up cuts and putting cream in bruises and forcing everyone to wear a helmet when a ramp was involved.

A few months had gone buy since you had first met Jeff and you’ve gotten to know the guys very well by know. Even tho they are pranksters by heart they never wanted to do anything that would hurt their “on set angel” as they said. But now and then someone would jump out behind a corner and scare you or leave a fake cockroach in the medic trailer.

It was a hot and sunny day and Ryan had just helped you put up canopy outside your trailer so that you could help the guys outside but not be in the sun directly.

“Thanks Ry” you said and smiled towards Ryan. Since becoming part of the team Ryan and you had become close and he felt as an older brother to you and he felt he wanted to make everything as easy as possible for you.

“No worries y/n, hey you coming out with us later tonight ? We are going to the local bar to get some drinks and talk shit , probably throw some darts so I think I you might be needed there “ he smiled a cheeky smile at you.

“What you guys do on you’re free time is not my problem, but maybe, they just released the latest episodes of Hollywood wives so I might stay in “

“Aaaw come on you know you’ll have a good time with us, dance all night , drink all night and make questionable decisions “ Dunn said coming closer moving his hips as his hands were on his head and showing you the good time he is promising.

“I bet you get some real hotties with those moves “ you laughed at him.

Just as he was about to show you something you probably didn’t wanna see Bam came lumping in on one leg, holding his hand over his thigh and whining.

“What the fuck are you doing Dunn , never mind move over Knoxville just shot me with that stupid paintball gun and I feel like I’m dying” He hopped up on the foldable hospital bed that was a necessity to bring with us whilst filming. Dunn started to mimic Bam as he left and called him a loser.

You stood by Bam with rubbing alcohol in one had and ointment cream in the other. “Well let’s see the damage” Bam started taking of his black jeans hissing at the pain of the fabric rubbing against the area where he got shot. He hopped back onto the bed and you assed the damage. “Ouch I think this one might hurt a few weeks Bam, really all I can do is clean it and put some cream but it might bruise bad “

“Isn’t your whole job here to make us feel better “ Bam said with a hiss as you started cleaning the paint off his leg.

“I’m an on set medic Bam, not an on set whore “ you said with a stern look up at him.

He chuckled, his hand was holding over his dark purple boxers, and you couldn’t help but notice it.

“Are you an at home whore tho” Bam said with a big smile and as he watches you massaging in the white cream on his leg. “This scene reminds me of something “

You stood right up with your back again and gave him a look that said more than words.

You turned your back to take off your plastic gloves and throw them in the trash.

You could feel Bams eyes eyeing you up and down from behind.

Ever since joining the guys on set everyone has been very respectful and nice, even tho they sometimes flirt, but it was more of a friendly flirt. The way the only girl on set would be flirted with. But with Bam it was different. When he said something it felt real. As if he meant it. As if if you said yes to one of the many crazy things he suggest daily he would not think one second about doing it.

You didn’t have much experience. You were never really interested in hanging out with guys in high school and you never had the time when you studied. But you weren’t totally clueless. It was mostly random hookups from nights out with some work friends, never anything serious.

You kept your feelings pretty much to your self.

Sometimes Bams jokes could get a little much when he said stuff like that and you didn’t really know what to say or how to react. You tried to stay as professional on set but with the guys it was pretty much impossible.

“Are you a virgin y/n” Bam broke the silence and awoke you from your thoughts. It was a very straightforward question even from Bam.

You turned around and looked at him. “What ? Why would you ask me that”

He had that cheeky smirk he always had when he was up to something.

He stood up and pulled his pants up, zipping up his zipper but still keeping eye contact with you.

“What? I can’t try to get to know you ? “

“You don’t get to know someone by asking that” you told him.

“So you are a virgin”

You were happy none of the guys was near. You felt your cheeks become hot.

“No Bam I’m not. Anything else you want to know before I kick you out of here or shoot you myself with knoxvilles gun “ you said annoyed.

Bam took a few steps towards you.

“You know he doesn’t let anyone touch his gun, it’s like his child”

“Maybe not you guys , but I’m cute and all it takes is batting my eyelashes at him and I’ll have it here in a second “ you stepped away and walked past Bam. You sprayed the bed down with sanitizer and wiped it clean.

“Ouf, harsh” Bam turned around and looked at the way you were bent over the bed to reach all the corners.

You could feel the tension in the air and it was hard to tell your own feelings.

“Yes, harsh” you said “ so get outta here before I make it happen “

“You said I could have one more question”

You sighed and looked at him. “Will it make you leave me alone for the rest of the day “

“Maybe “ his smiled had changed. He had a crooked grin and his puppy dog eyes didn’t leave yours.

“ why don’t you ever talk about you’re family or you’re personal life with us, or with me” the tension grew stronger but it felt more sharp this time.

You didn’t know what to say. It was common for the guys to talk about their family’s or friends or personal life on breaks or when you guys went out.

Since you had joined the jackass team your parents couldn’t be more disappointed and angry with you. They told you that you had let them down and that you wasted your training. After you left San Francisco you hadn’t spoken to them. Not really by choice tho. You tried to call home now and then but no one would pick up.

When you got stressed or uncomfortable you would fidget. And Bam noticed that.

You listened to his question whilst you cleaned some of the medical stuff in your kit that didn’t need cleaning.

Bam broke the silence again. “You can tell me stuff y/n”

Just as you’re eyes met him and you’re mouth opened , a very cut up Steve-O came running in.

“Omg I think I’m dying, someone needs to take that paintball gun from him right now “

He laid down on the bed and you looked at him and laughed awkwardly. Getting your tools ready again.

Bam walked over to the others but he left the tension in the tent and as you were cleaning SteveO off you thought about what Bam had asked you.

You had just gotten out of the shower and sat by the hotel mirror doing your make up.

The guys didn’t let you leave the set until you had promised that you would come out with them tonight.

You didn’t really feel up to partying but you also knew you needed a few drinks after today.

As you carefully let the dark brownish/ redish lipstick glide over you’re lips a loud and passionate knock came from you’re door making you slip and getting a little lipstick on you’re cheek.

“Fuck “ you sighed and went to open the door.

Outside the door stood Dunn and SteveO.

“Can’t you knock like a normal fucking person, look what you did “

They both laughed as they came into your room.

“That’s how you’re gonna look when I’m done with you tonight” Dunn said and poked you in the ribs.

“Euw freak” you said back. SteveO laughing in the background.

“So are you done, we are leaving in ten minutes”

You went into the bathroom and got dressed.

A tight dark gray tank top with the Rolling Stones logo on and a pair of dark blue flared jeans and some black heels.

You came out of the bathroom and did a little spin.

SteveO whistled loudly and Dunn clapped his hands

“ how will I ever compete with the guys you have drooling over you everywhere you go “

The others had already left so when you came into the loud bar you saw a few hands from over at the furthest booth away from the door was waving at you.

You went up to the bar.

Dunn caught the barmaids attention . “ two beers and what do you want y/n” he said looking at you. “I’ll have a shot of tequila and vodka soda “

Dunn gave you a weird look as the barmaid poured the drinks. “What are you trying to forget tonight “ you laughed and the barmaid handed you the shot.

You kept you’re eye contact with Dunn as you tilted you’re head back and let the liquid burn down you’re throat . “Don’t even ask me “ you took your drink and went to sit with the other guys.

“Woah y/a you look freaking hot “ Knoxville said. “Just for you baby “ you blew him a kiss and sat down.

As you sat down you realised Bam was the one sitting next to you. “Calling you’re boss baby isn’t so professional is it y/n, but he’s right you look fucking hot “

“ oh shut up Bam “

After a few drinks and conversations bout various things around the table everyone had started talking among themselves.

Knoxville and Jeff were sitting across the table and talking about something they wanted to film tomorrow. SteveO and Ehren were chatting up some fan girls at the bar and Bam had gone to order.

“You know he likes you right “ Dunn whispered drunkly in your ear .

“Shut up Ry” you pushed his face away “it’s true ! I’m not lying I’ve known him for a long time and I know when he likes someone and he adores you “

You watched Bam standing at the bar paying.

“It doesn’t feel much as adoration, it feels more as if he wants to have sex with me “

You’re head had turned from the bar and when Dunns eyes left yours to someone behind you, you quickly turned you head. Shit.

“ Damn y/n I didn’t know you were some kind of psychic “ Bam smiled as he gave you you’re drink.

You felt your cheeks getting hot again. You didn’t want him to see you ashamed so you gave him a cocky comeback .” Well I really don’t have to be a psychic, you ask me all the time if I wanna have sex with you or if I’m a virgin or telling me about what you’ve done with other girls or asking me how many guys I’ve been with, it’s pretty clear to see what you’re intentions are “ you took a big sip of you’re drink and Bam looked at you with his serious eyes.

“Well you still haven’t answers my two questions “

“Omg Bam why are you so interested” you stood up “ excuse me I need the bathroom” you held your drink and pushed past him . Luckily none of the other guys seemed to notice you’re little upset. Expect Dunn and Bam. They watched as you walked past the bathrooms and towards to back door.

You sat down at one of the empty tables the bar had outside. People sat around different tables smoking and drinking.

You took a big breath and then a sip of you’re drink.

You had quit smoking some time back but before leaving the hotel earlier that night you had noticed an old pack of cigs in you’re jacket pocket and as if you already then knew how the night would be you let them stay in the pocket.

You took one between your lips and then toon the lighter from the table , probably one that someone had forgotten.

But after a few tries you realised someone had probably left it there on purpose .

“Come on” you said to the lighter.

“Here I have one” you didn’t have to look up you knew that voice.

“Ry I don’t want to hear anything “ you sighed

“I know but the thought of you sitting out here by yourself makes my heart ache “

You gave him a little laugh and he sat down.

“You know” you started before you took another puff, Dunn looked at you

“I’ve never really told anyone anything. And no one has ever really questioned, I went trough all years of med school just because my parents wanted me to really and they never questioned why I chose it because they already know. They know I did it for them so they never asked much about it” You took another puff “ and even when I had graduated it wasn’t enough “ Dunn looked at you and listened to you talking. You had never been so open with him like you were right now. “ I haven’t spoken to them since moving”

“That’s quite understandable “ Ryan said quietly.

“No not really , I always call them but they never pick up because they would rather me not tell them how I feel and what I’m thinking than actually dealing with me, it’s always been like that, ever since I was a child , that’s why I have learned to keep everything in because I’d rather be quite than disappoint”

You threw your cig down and stepped on it. Taking a big swig at your drink you now looked at Ryan for the first time since he sat down .

“ I’m not a virgin”

“No one cares if you are or if you’re not “ Dunn said

“I’ve never had anything serious tho. Only random hookups. Which I never told my parents I mean can you imagine they would freak out that I wasn’t dating someone properly”

“Bam didn’t mean to stir this all up in you “

“ I know, but when you’ve kept your secrets and your ugly feelings and thoughts to yourself for so long, it feels like an interrogation when someone actually asks you something…. real”

There was a long silence between the two of you until Dunn finally spoke again .

“I’m sorry y/n for not asking you about you more…”

You felt the regret of opening up and the anxiety in making Dunn feel bad grew in your stomach.

“no no Ry stop it’s not like that “ you stood up and took Dunns hand motioning him to also stand up

“ just forget what I said. I didn’t mean for this to become some sad night, let’s go inside and drink until we can’t see each other anymore “

You pulled his arm and started walking towards the door again.

You knew he meant well and that he cared about you. But you also knew he had some shit going and you didn’t want him to need to think about you as well.

You and Dunn ware never a good idea when you guys went out. You guys were the type of friends to not stop each other.

When you came back inside the place had gotten more crowded and people were dancing and singing. You went back to the table. You noticed Bam and Ehren were gone.

“Where did Bam and Ehren go “ Dunn asked Jeff and Knoxville.

“He said he didn’t feel well so he went back to the hotel and Ehren went with some girl “ Jeff said . Dunn looked back at you.

“Let’s go get something else to drink “ he said and dragged you towards the bar .

A few hours had passed and more than a few shots had been consumed.

You and Ryan were dancing and laughing. You could feel the shots. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t feel your feet.

As you went back to the table to drink some more. You could see that the guys were leaving.

“noo where are you guys going “

“We are going back to the hotel darling “

Knoxville said drunkenly. He reached for you’re drink that you had in you’re hand

“Maybe you should too” he said.

“Nooo don’t be boring Knoxville “ you stepped closer to him and looked into his eyes. Batting your eyelashes at him. You hadn’t been this drunk in a while and you knew you’d regret some of the things you’ve done tonight.

“Darling if I wasn’t so old and you weren’t so young I would’ve stayed out until morning with you” he cheekily smiled at you as he put your drink on the table .

“Get Dunn to get you back to the hotel safely “ he leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead and you waved goodbye to him. Jeff gave you a hug and left with Knoxville

As they pushed trough the crowd you saw them telling Dunn something and he nodded and hugged them goodbye.

Dunn was as drunk could be and you had no plan on sobering him up. You needed a drinking partner tonight.

After some time it was only you and Dunn left at the bar from the crew.

You had gone to the bar to order another drink and when you looked back you could see Dunn dancing with a girl.

Your drunk brain couldn’t stop thinking about Bam. And what Bam had asked you . And the way Bams shirt rose up when he held his skateboard over his head. Or the way he would moan quietly in pain when you cleaned his wounds or the way he held his hand over his dick this morning.

Your head was spinning and you really hoped that drunk words aren’t sober thoughts.

You were to many shots in and there was nothing stopping you when you had decided how to end this night.

You swallowed the shot and it didn’t even burn anymore. You walked up Dunn .

“Hey I’m heading back I’ll see you tomorrow don’t do anything stupid “

Dunn was to caught up with the girl he was dancing with.

Somehow you got a hold of a taxi and told him what hotel you were staying at.

After leaving the bar and getting in the car you could feel how drunk you actually were and you knew there was no going back now.

You tried to act normal when walking into the hotel lobby even tho you were holding you’re heels in you’re hand because there was no way you’d be able to walk in them now.

You went into the elevator. Everything was blurry. You looked into elevator mirror and realised you couldn’t even see you’re own face.

Ding!

The doors opened and you walked out of the elevator onto Bams floor. You tried to remember his door number and looked in your pockets for the piece of paper where you had written all of the guys room numbers.

“Two one nine , two one nine , two one nine “

You kept saying to yourself as you stumbled trough the corridor. Trying to keep your eyes open.

Suddenly 219 was in front of you.

Before you could even try to think rationally you’re hand knocked aggressively on the door.

And as you heard you’re own knock realisation came to you. Bam and Ehren shared a room, what were you doing here, you’re drunk and holding your own shoes.

“Y/n?”

You hadn’t even realised that Bam had opened the door

You looked right at him.

He was only wearing his grey pyjama pants and his hair was messy from sleeping. oh he looked so hot you thought.

“You’re a fucking dick and you know it” you’re words came out weird and he could tell how drunk you were.

“Prying into my personal life thinking you have some right to know about my parents or about the guys I’ve been with “

You pushed passed him and went into the room dropping your shoes and bag somewhere on the floor.

“Y/n you’re very drunk “ Bam said trying to calm you down.

Your voice only got louder.

“Well here I am Bam take your chance because there won’t ever be another one, make passionate love to me the way no other guy has, do all the things that you always talk about doing to me, the things you do with all the other girls ,take you’re chance Bam do it ! “

You stepped closer to him

“Calm down I never meant to hurt you y/n, I only ever wanted to get to know you more but I’m not good at being serious”

Bams voice was different, so sincere.

“Well I’m very good at being serious and when I tell you this is your chance I mean it “

before you could stop yourself you pushed him. Bam was a bit taller than you and he was also a lot stronger so even tho you had used all your power he hadn’t moved from where he stood .

“Y/n , y/n stop it. I’m sorry I never meant to cause this “

You kept on trying to push him even tho he had a tight grip around your wrists.

“Why don’t you just call my parents as well ask them all you want about me I bet they’ll tell you some things ! Maybe they’ll pick up your call because they haven’t picked up mine in months ! Ask them if I’m a virgin or ask them why they hate me or ask them how proud they are of me! “

Bam looked at you with sadness in his eyes.

He never meant to cause you this much pain. He never meant to hurt you in any way.

He had never seen you this vulnerable and it made him almost scared but he knew he had to be there for you.

“You’re quite now ! Come on I’m in you’re hotel room take you’re chance ! “

“Stop it y/n calm down I would never use you that way. Calm down come here”

It wasn’t what you were prepared for.

His strong arms pulled you against his bare chest. He was so warm and soft. Your hands held his chest.

“Come on y/n breath”

You did as he said . You could feel a tear fall from your eye. You haven’t let out that much emotion in months and you hadn’t spoken about your pain out loud.

You two stood there in silence and you tried to match your breathing with his.

“You’re an asshole “ you whispered

“I know “ he whispered back

“And you made me realise that I’ve never really had a connection with any guy “ you kept on whispering

Bam didn’t whisper back.

His hand rubbed up and down you’re back slowly

“And you forced me to think about my problems “ your voice still so low.

“I’m sorry y/n”

“And you’re so so hot “ as soon as the words left you’re lips you knew you were still super fucking drunk .

Bam chuckled.

Slowly he move you over the bed and sat you down on it. As you sat down he turned to the hotel desk and tuned the kettle on.

And when he turned back he saw that you had threw yourself back onto the bed. The silence was loud but not uncomfortable.

He went in to the bathroom and wet a facecloth with warm water and soap and brought it out to you.

You had rolled over and we’re laying with you’re back against him with you’re knees close to you’re chest.

“Hey hey wake up y/n let’s wash you’re face a little”

The liquor you had consumed all night was really catching up to you.

“Nooo I wanna sleep “ you tried to push the cloth away.

“Here just let me do it “ Bam said softly.

The bright light from the hotel window woke you up. You’re bare legs felt nice against the warm blanket and you rubbed your eyes.

“Oh shit my mascara “ you thought you have forgetter to take you’re make up off and you didn’t want to look like a raccoon the first thing in the morning.

But when you looked at your knuckles, they were….clean.

“I didn’t have any of that stuff girls use to take their makeup off so I just used some hot water and soap and it seemed to work”

You sat up quickly and saw Bam. He had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet and curly and he had a white towel wrapped around his waist. Very very low…

He picked up the deodorant from the desk and sprayed into his armpits.

“How do you feel ?” Bam looked at you concerned.

You sat there quietly. All of yesterday coming back to you all at once. Everything except how you had ended up in the bed next to Bams in one of Bams T-shirts and without makeup.

You remember the fight you had in this room. Well you’re fight towards Bam.

“You want some aspirin ? A glass of water maybe ? “

You looked back at him. “yeah, yeah could I have some water “

Bam went into the bathroom and you heard the tap turn on.

You looked around the room. It was quite messy and you could really see that two boys were staying in there.

Bam came out and gave you the glass of water and some aspirin.

“Where did Ehren sleep? “ you said concerned.

“I haven’t seen him since the bar, he went back with some chick, who knows what he is up to right now” he laughed.

You gave him a small smile and then swallowed the aspirin.

Bam sat down on the bed, still in his towel but he had put a black T-shirt on whilst in the bathroom.

Bams eyes met yours and you didn’t have to say anything. He knew you were sorry and you knew he was sorry.

“Y/n I just wanted you to know…….”

Knock! Knock! Knock! Loud and aggressive knocks came from the door and before Bam even had time to stand up Dunn swung the door open “Bam! Bam! I can’t find y/n, the last time I saw here was at the bar!”

He came stomping in and as he looked up from his furrowed brows his jaw unclenched.

“Oh”

Bam stood up quickly from the bed. You could see how this looked. You were in bed with only underwear and Bams T-shirt on, and Bam with his towel around his hips.

“I only slept here Ry”

Dunn sighed and sat down in the desk chair rubbing his eyes

“ Jesus y/n I thought you’d been kidnapped or something, I ran right out of Jess room to find you, I’m just glad you’re fine”

“Whose Jess” you giggled

You heard Bam chuckle as well

“Oh just some girl I went back with “ Dunn said still rubbing his eyes and forehead

“Was it… good” Bam asked with a big smile

“Bro I was so drunk I just fell asleep on her floor “ the three of you just started laughing.

[narrators-journal]

Tell me I'm pretty

Don’t look at me, this is probably a near incoherent mess bc I haven’t slept. And, I can’t explain why this has been on my mind, but this...AU? has been with me for literally fucking MONTHS. And while I will not go into insane depth on the details of this little world I’ve built, I will say that this is, maybe, not technically Mpreg? Minato was genderbent and just got knocked up on accident. This isn’t a dark fic either, tho! Minato’s fine and safe lol, no yandere, no babytrapping, nothing like that. Minato’s just kinda a drama queen.

CW: Pregnancy with no real context? I tried to give you enough to get an idea of what went down, but it’s still kinda left to implication. Also kinda? Forced feminization? Genderbending? Minato’s not the comfiest being a woman for as long as he has been. There’s also light talk of abortion. No unwanted pregnancy, it was just a surprise, but the option is discussed/mentioned. Also, Ryoji’s a lil unhinged later on in the fic. Sure hope u like him being a monster lmao, bc I do.

Under the watchful light of his mother’s moon, a tall, pale man with dark brown hair laid on a large sectional couch one chilly winter night. With a sitcom rerun dancing across him in the darkness of the living room to illuminate his lack of a shirt and the sweat pants he wore as pajama pants.

It was nearly midnight, everybody else in the small mansion should’ve been asleep at peaceful, sleepy hour. So, Ryoji was quickly aware of the soft thump of bare feet on the floor above the dark living room, then on the hardwood staircase. Finally, he could hear him on the runway-esque hallway rug that led to the soft cream of the living room carpet. “What are you doing awake at this hour, Funeral Lily.” The brunette hummed, his sky-colored eyes never torn from the sitcom. He hadn’t needed to look to the pregnant, midnight-haired person who had come around the curve of the couch to stand beside the man’s feet.

Minato didn’t say anything, though. He just stood in one of his lover’s white button-ups, pajama shorts with an elastic waistband, and no socks. His shaggy midnight hair fallen sloppily into his stormy, blue-grey eyes as he looked down at his partner with anger in those beautiful storm clouds. An anger that the brunette knew was fueled by the irrational level of hormones that ravaged the ex-wildcard.

With that, he finally looked towards Minato. Though, the sight of his other half in the shifty light of the television, all swollen and heavy in so many ways with his child, even if he was pissed at the god for how he was trapped in a female form, made the god smile softly. Though, I guess that’s what you get when you play with fire. “Why weren’t you in bed by now?” Minato asked darkly, his voice almost amusingly unchanged by the shift in his physical gender, as hoarse and flat as ever, his eyes dotted with unwanted tears. Which, broke the brunette’s heart a bit to see, even if he knew that his lover likely wasn’t too upset. “I thought you were asleep, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He said in an apologetic mumble, as if his usual eager chirp would put the unborn soul within Minato at risk. The brunette quick to assure, “I have been watching over you though, as the god of death I have an ironic ability to track a living heartbeat.” as well, but the ex-wildcard just huffed at his words.

Instead of his words, he seemed to use his body to reply. His hands planted on Ryoji’s chest so that he could lift one of his legs to sandwich it between the god’s pudgy, softened belly and the cotton fabric of the back of the expensive couch so that he could straddle Ryoji’s hips heavily. His belly, round and too solid to be the paternal weight the god had put on, straining the plastic buttons of the shirt just like it strained the fabric of Ryoji’s pajama-

As much as the dark-haired man loved to imagine all of the acrobatic and nightmarish acts he’d do to Minato, he lifted his knees and squeezed his legs together for the moment. Which, not only allowed the wildcard to lean back against his thighs to get some sort of back support, but also suppressed the god’s erection. “Are you sure?” He asked, his words a-wobble despite his best attempts to suppress it, but Ryoji didn’t mention it as his hands rested on Minato’s hips and thighs. “I’m sure, my Funeral Lily.” He said, his smile loving, but Minato’s eyes just filled with more tears. “You can admit if you aren’t. I know that this little parasite-” “Mina, come on. Don’t talk like that.” Ryoji gently scolded, even though the emo was simply hyperbolic and tempermental. As he spoke, though he made sure to keep his thumbs at work to massage into his morose lovers hips. “You know I’d...you just have to give the word if you changed your mind, funeral lily. There’s no need for those types of words.”

It was a morbid reminder. They’d talked about it though.

When Minato had first found out that their little experiment with what powers Ryoji had gotten from Nyx had gone a bit too far. They both knew it wasn’t something the brunette liked, but could do if Minato hadn’t wanted a baby for his twenty-third birthday.

Yet, the wildcard had decided to see how it went, “I’m honestly pretty curious what a child from you would turn out like. Would they be a god? Demigod? Shadow? Human?” He’d hummed when the god of death had offered it that first week in. And, like he had back on that comfortable evening, Ryoji watched as his lover’s dark eyes flitted and danced with thoughts and chaotic emotions. Before, he sighed, and sagged back against the man’s knees. “No. I...I know I talk a lot of shit about…This,” Minato said with the wave of his hand over his belly, and the milk-heavy breasts that matched. He came down here without a bra again. Even after I showed him how to put one on. “But, I don’t...It’s fine, Ryoji, you don’t have to do anything. I am excited for the baby. Just...not the process.” He admitted. His head lolled back while his words shook with the tears he hated so much. “I don’t hate the kid, I hate feeling fat, unweildy, and achey. I’m embarrassed how much fucking help I need now, I can’t even get up without it taking five minutes, and either my hips or these sacks of fat hurt like a bitch every day.”

And, much to the brunette’s heartache, as he vented his composure seemed to crumble into sobs in the television’s light. And, the brunette couldn’t really do much to help. Minato’s belly trapped him, he couldn’t sit up without risking possibly squishing it, and Ryoji hated to do that. So, he just sighed and rubbed his lover’s sides as Minato shook with the sobs he tried to stomp down. “Funeral lily, I’m sorry you’re struggling, I really am. I wish I could do more…” “Just tell me you’re not disgusted by me.” Minato whimpered, angry again, the words spat out miserably at the god. “Mina, I promise I’m far from disgusted by you right now. I’m never picky with the gender of my lovers, so you being...well, a woman right now, isn’t an issue.” He felt the midnight-haired wildcard wince slightly at the acknowledgement of his appearance, but Ryoji pushed on. “And while you hate to be so helpless, I, honestly, love it. I think it’s cute to see you rolling around on the bed when you get up in the morning. It’s cute in the same way that a struggling animal is cute to me. Plus, you needing my help with stuff like your shoes, or to get your pants up, that just makes me feel very useful, and gives me excuses to hug you, and be close to you.” Ryoji hummed. And, that seemed to soothe a bit of Minato’s agony, so the god continued on that route. “Plus, I know you’re aware of how your state arouses me. Seeing you waddle around drives me nuts in so many ways that are shockingly horny.”

That made earned a small bark of laughter, Minato’s hiccups ebbing slightly as he lifted his head and let his hands return to Ryoji’s chest. “I could name multiple ways that I adore you. Everything you’re hating, I am loving. I love being useful to you, I love how you’re softening up very nicely. I also enjoy when you sexually harass me.” He listed, a warm smile able to return as he saw pink hues dust Minato’s pale face in the tv’s light. “Sorry I do that, by the way…And when I do shit like bite you and punch your arm...” Minato muttered as he traced lazy patterns into Ryoji’s chest. Which, made the god chuckle, “Minato, you hitting and biting me mean nothing to me. Do you think you’re the only person who’s bitten and punched me? Everybody does, it’s a hazard of my role.” He reminded, “Plus, you are so insanely powerless against me that you hitting me with pillows and biting at me when you’re pissy your ice cream melted is more or less a novelty to me.” With that, he reached up to wipe Minato’s eyes gently. And, the wildcard simply took that as a chance to press his cheek glumly into Ryoji’s palm. “That’s kinda horrifying to think about…” the midnight-haired man said after a moment of nothing but the tv for noise between them. After the roller coaster of sadness and annoyance he’d seemingly speedrun that night, all he seemed to have left was exhaustion as he added, “And kinda hot…” Which made Ryoji chuckle. Meanwhile, he lowered his knees to lay Minato down so Ryoji could sit up. His usually-pushed-back brown hair now drooped into his face as he looked down at the midnight-haired wildcard that laid down so easily on his legs. The fact that Ryoji Mochizuki was the god of death, child of Nyx and her intended avatar, no threat to the trust the midnight-haired wildcard held for the man. “Do you still feel unweildy and fat? Because I can go on with the praises.~ And all the ways that the added numbers on a scale are because of you growing a tiny...assumed, humanoid.” Ryoji offered with one of his famous flirtatious smiles. “No, now I just want to go back to bed.” Minato sighed, a small smile on his face now. More than happy when the god scooped him up and carry him upstairs to tuck him back into bed and finally join him for the remainder of the night. Even if the brunette was very cautious of Minato’s belly.