#those things are MEANN

[verishii]

Absolutely incredible how a season based on chaos and trickery got won by the one of the most chaotic and impulsive players not through living up to that wildness but by doing the opposite and subverting it.

[1eoness]

Could you make a Dom!Leon x trans ftm reader NSFW fic with some fluff thrown into there?

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ author rambling; HI i am eating pineapple rn and i never forgot this request. just to clarify and for some context, i dont have experience of writing !reader anything out of sub afab so im sorry if this is super inaccurate or inapplicable or unsatisfying and im open to criticism on this :( :) idk im so sorry aghdfhdsfhdj i really need to work on this. oh and i read some ftm smut for this so ty to those writers :> pls criticize anything off (with reason ofc). [btw i feel like this is super bad im sorry im not feeling creative rn i have writers block :((( ]

anyway 'DOM!LEON KENNEDY X TRANS FTM READER NSFW WITH SOME FLUFF THROWN IN THERE' COMING UP. i'm sorry this took so long for such short content too :(

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cw: fluffy dom!leon kennedy, trans ftm!reader (w/ bottom surgery) [i can always redo this if you don't like me mentioning top/bottom surgery]. praise, oral (reader receiving)

synopsis : re4r leon and he loves u and ur worried little face and he's gonna kiss it better (and fuck it better, maybe).

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

leon loves you. he knows you're constantly worried over him being troubled over his trauma but he wants you to know, between every crevice of his clouded thoughts, that he loves you and it's the surest thing he knows. it's hard to admit but even when he loses himself, it will always, and forever be clear to him that you have his heart and there's a reason why.

you were about to get under the covers to go to sleep (after a day that felt longer than it should be.). though, you lowered your headphones to the lower end of the volume once you saw leon through the bedroom doorway.

"baby, i wanna tell you something." leon said, his quiet and soft voice only going a decibel higher as he crawls to you on your bed. he hated seeing you about to sleep with such a worried look on your handsome face.

you thought he didn't notice? even if you're his neutral-faced boy, he knows when the air around you feels more somber than usual. "do you ever feel.."

"like a plastic bag?" you quipped quickly. (i'm sorry if you don't get it)

"no, damn it." leon's mutter-reply followed with a quiet chuckle that you echoed. he likes that about you, your incessant annoying humor (but you'll never beat him in that). he sighs, and tries again. "you know, like... you're kind of.. stressed over someone else's troubles?"

to be honest, he doesn't really know how to go about it. he doesn't want you to think you're burdening him—though, you could never ever make him feel like that. leon nears you, hovering above you and adoring your face wherever his mind runs. for some reason, before you guys go to sleep he just does this. he also likes talking to you before you both go to sleep ♡.

you hum, just a little bit sleepy. "what do you meann?" you ask quaintly, and leon's heart melts at the tone of your slightly languid voice. you sounded so cute. a rather random yet soft laugh escapes before he dips down to give you a small kiss on your cheek.

"...y/n, i'll just be straight—i don't want you going to bed looking so.. upset." leon mutters softly, rubbing over the skin of your cheekbone with his thumb. maybe he shouldn't have gone into detail how heavy his mission felt. because when he was done talking, you gave him some short comfort and impulsively stood up and said that you needed to wash the dishes (and the dishwasher was literally running when you said that).

at first he thought he did something wrong and upset you, and the guilt immediately seeped in. naturally, he didn't want it to go undiscussed, that would murder him! so he went to find you ASAP. but when he went to check on you in that dim kitchen, he saw you with your back turned and trying to silence your tears. apparently, you felt so bad for him it was enough to hurt you, too. you were just too sweet—leon also felt bad. he gave you some space for a bit, though he's sorry because he really wants to be there for you and he can't afford to leave you by yourself sometimes :(

you looked a little to the side from his forward words. you didn't really know what to say in response, you were just.. tired, and also worried. leon understands this, picking up on it and showing it by giving you a reassuring, subtle smile. he wants to see you smiling, too, and he knows just how to do it. it's his favorite thing about his little boy ♡.

"..come, baby." he coos quietly as he began to take a hold on either sides of your face, knowing you don't need discussion right now. maybe loving is enough. and loving you is a way of reassuring himself, you just need to accept that :( so you be good for him and let him give you the praise you deserve (and so much more).

he kisses you on the forehead first. he loves cradling your handsome little face, placing safe pecks all over it. especially on that spot a little adjacent from under your eyes. leon hums when his lips reach your jaw, peppering it with innocent love. but will it really only go that far? "because you're the most perfect boy ever." he reasons hushedly, his left hand holding the side of your neck and caressing it gently.

oh, it's going to be one of those nights where he kisses you all over and doesn't leave you alone.. but you know better than to complain.

"y're so clingy..." you decided to joke, though you both knew you loved it. while you giggled at his antics, you can feel him smiling into the skin of your neck. he's so ready to spoil you rotten.. and you had no idea:( ♡

he moves his broad hands under your shirt, handling your being with tutelage. the fuss of the sheets make hush noise as he moves downwards, worshipping your body along the way by placing kisses over your clothed stomach. "...so?" he laughs softly against the skin of your lower inner thigh, the fluttery feeling of his lips planting a kiss on it making you shudder. he sees you, and how you turn so bashful all of a sudden.

"..tickles?" leon mumbles amusedly.

"yeah-" you mutter in response before he abruptly did it again on your stomach this time, which made you giggle. you were just too precious to him!

he holds your thighs in his hands for a minute, resting his head against your left thigh. you see the muscles on his arm flex subtly while he does so, your stomach tumbling at witnessing his strength at such a mild moment. for a minute he just gazes at you fondly, a hinting coyness hiding beneath his expression.

you were making it so tough for him. he just wants to kiss you all over . hell, he might even want to merge corporealities with you.

he doesn't speak, his eyes trailing down to your pelvic area while unnoticeably smirking to himself. you were so cute to him, so what else can he do but lift your thighs over his broad shoulders?

but he looks up at you, immediately. his fingertips are teasing at the hem of your bottom clothing, insinuating what he wants to do for you as he lightly taps at your skin. "baby, may i?" he asks with a sudden comforting tone. he'll never make you do something you don't wanna do. but like said, if you accepted, there's no promise that he's going soft on you.. but that's because he just wants you to be all nice and happy! a very innocent motive ♡

"mhm.." you hummed lowly, willingly giving him your greenlight. and has leon said he loves you?

"thank you, love.." he mutters shortly in reply before pulling your pajama bottoms just a little down. down enough for him to free your pretty shaft. he sees you blushing, covering the bottom half of your face with your sleepy hands.

and this man.. was so hard to predict!

the soft hunk of a man wants to wrap his right arm around your abdomen, pull your hips up to his face. "leon!-" you gasp abruptly with that same low voice.

"shhh, baby." leon mumbled while his left hand snaked around to cage your right thigh firmly to his shoulder. his knees dip on the comforters, pulling his boy's lower body up like he was challenged to lift a feather.

you quickly brought your hands up to take your headphones off, but leon suddenly spoke when you pried the muffs off your ears.

"keep them on." he cuts your actions off. the subtle demand of his tone says you're going to keep them on. he, somehow, reaches to turn the volume up on your headphones. you were puzzled, not knowing what he was aiming to do with such-

"a-aah!-" you yelped in utter surprise. a dribble of spit threads from his pretty lips and down onto your length..

he's hunched over as he takes your tip, then more in his mouth. he glances at your dumbfounded eyes, and you swear you could see him smirking to himself. but before you could think further, he was suddenly suckling onto your cock so firmly you started to squirm.

but that's why leon's holding you so tightly, so you can take it the way he needs you to~

you felt restricted. leon wants to steal your senses, inject pleasure in your veins like he were trying to fucking save you. he's beginning to get so hard that it makes him whine against your shaft, and he's so hard that you're making it difficult for him to think rationally.

"l-leonn! slow down!~" you cried without sense, which only urged his fingers pressing into your skin as he held you in place. he takes an inch further, his mouth working eagerly, making sure you can understand his carnal urge of making you cum with his mouth. "uh-uhh!-.... nghhh-hh..."

"mhmm..mmmm..." he hummed roughly, following with a soft growl as he slurped you up stupid. you kept moving. why were you moving so much? you were so sleepy just a minute ago.. oh, well; leon thinks. but is this man really oblivious to the fact that he can make you feel so, so good?

of course he wasn't. your erotic whines got louder and louder by the minute as your headphones disabled you from being conscious of your tone at all. your voice fell muffled upon your ears but leon was devouring it, using your moans and sobs as a motive to eat you up until you're heart-eyed. you couldn't even make sense of the music anymore as leon's mouth clouded your empty mind.

i'm gonna drown you in pleasure, baby.. leon thinks to himself while he's busy adoring you and the way your cock twitches onto his tongue :(

you were flailing slightly while leon went down on you, seeing you and your eyes struggling to keep open. he trails his left hand up and down your thigh, the sensation feeling a little ticklish. your chest rose and fell warmly, trying to reach out to stop him with a weak hand but he wouldn't let you and he feels (mildly) sorry. but it doesn't make him halt— he looks at you with sweet eyes that say 'please cum for me~'

you whined weakly at this, voice going raspy as you full on started to cry. you felt so vulnerable and so good at the same time and you trusted leon so much. you could feel it, could feel him about to siphon your orgasm out of you. just the way he wanted it..

the faucet began to spill and you were crying, the tears trickling down your cheeks messily and around your headphones, too. leon looked at you with mostly with affection, but also with a bit of sympathy. you must've had such a hard time, huh? he's so happy he can make you feel better..

"u-uhh, f-fuck, leon!! n-nno- nggh..a-ahh!-" you didn't even know what you were blabbering or retorting for anymore, but your hips twitched in his grip as you began to tremble within the fuzzy feeling of your orgasm. you were being such a pretty boy for him like this, all sensitive and crying after one minor blowjob. how were you going to handle the rest of the night like this?

it was hard to ignore his boner at this point. "mm..mhh, fuck- such a good boy f'me, huh?" he groans while he sucks on you at a slower pace, trying not to overwhelm you too hard (but still overwhelming you :( he's sorry, he swears.). "god, you're so cute.. but you have him so horny and frustrated now, what did you just do to this boy? he isn't frustrated at you.. but..

he isn't letting go of your thighs any time soon.

[bloomsinthespring]

haiiiii people on my blog... i meann no one is here but i'll be discovered soon, i know it ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ ive seen that those blogging things are getting popular as of late, so i thought why not...

to be very honest with you guys i don't know much about the internet (>.>) i asked this girl who lives here who's always on the school pc and she told me to just talk about myself so i will do that!!

umm where do i even start. so much to say hehe!!!! ... wellll my name is foxglove, to start... im 18 years old now!!! and im in my last year of highschool (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) i will miss my friends when its over... i live in a not very nice place but it's okayyyy because my girlfriend lets me spend a lott of time at her place. btw i have a girlfrienddd and shes the best ever!! (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

she doesnt like taking a lot of pics with me (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) umm i didn't ask if i could post it but i covered up her face so it should be okayy. hehe... she'll get mad if she finds out (<.<') idkk if she'd know... the girl who lives here said blogging is popular with people our age and my girlfriend is too mature for that!!! but anywayss she always forgives me bc im cutee and she loves me very much and i love LOVE her too (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

asides from that... i really like dancing and acting and i want to be on a big stage someday (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) after i graduate and both my coach and sister jordan even said i have the spirit for it (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) ... oh yeah sister jordan is a person who works at the temple... i like going to the temple too. im more comfortable there as of late. it's not that i didn't like the guy who was in charge before sister jordan buuut i think she doesn't play favorites as much... ◉⁠‿⁠◉

ummm i don't know what else to say, but maybe i've said a lot already (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) hehe thats good... maybe if i talk a lottt here i can let my girlfriend rest more... umm she's always tired bc she works a lot but i always want to talk (>.>'') sometimes she gets annoyed...

anywayss, thats it!! feel free to talk to me, i dont bite (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ (only a little!!)

[fallstaticexit]

well i maybe have some theories/questions

you already know i came from tiktok😏

1. so i’m sensing that Edin is going to be Adie’s future love interest/friend/enemy/?… I MEANN they’re both toddlers currently and they’re both supernatural

2. I know you mentioned before that you wanted to do like a magic school type of story for Adie which I think is so fucking cool!! Maybe they’ll meet when they enroll whether that’s as children or teens.

3. And for miss Ellie she’s currently a human right? Will she become a werewolf like her siblings when she becomes old enough? And if she does will she be going to that school as well or is it just for spellcasters? And is that the same for Rhys who’s currently a child or is he going to just stay in normal school? I assume Amir is too old to go and he already has a story of his own.

4. This one may be a stretch but I love reading the Sims 4 lore. There’s a character with a similar name to Adelina— Avelina who was Greg’s late wife. We’ve seen Greg fight Amir in that one episode and we know that Greg is miserable because he’s all alone now (lore wise). If they are related we know that Greg and Avelina used to be mooncasters (idk if it’s the same as spellcasters) before they became werewolves. Is there any link here or am I tripping? I mean I know you read the lore too because Lux DeMarco appears in Amir’s story (😉)

5. off topic but I love Amir. Like that’s my son with his little boyfriends. 💙💙 You got 2 men obsessed with you I know he’s living life.

6. L. Faba is obviously up to no good.. I mean she is the sage of mischief magic. This ties into my first statement about the magic school story. We know there’s going to be more to the plot then Adie just going to school. She’s gotta fight someone and save the day right??!!!! So I wondering if Miss Faba is trying to cause something to happen— I assume to Tomax because she was deadset on trying to make the man practice Dark Magic.

What if something happens to him that makes him evil?? Or even do something to Simeon or Grace?? We know in the lore Grace and Tomax are roommates (and they were roommates..🤭) and in your story they’re very close.

ok this is it for now i feel like my brain is fried

SO glad you came over to Tumblr with me, your comments give me life everytime lmao 🥹🤌🏾✨

maaayybbeee 🤭

I did want to do a magic school type beat but that was a bit before I expanded the lore. Right now (In the next update, I'll touch on it a bit) Nora does NOT want Adie in the Magic realm or any of the sages to know about them. at all. She wants nothing to do with them, the past, her involvement in the war, all of it and honestly, her little magical trigger finger is itching to finish what she started tbh , more on that later.

1000% Ellie will be a werewolf. At this point it's kinda like a family business/rite of passage. Amir is grown grown now 🥹 but Sonny and his bunch will continue to hold down their ranch and keep vampires in check. But they actually play a pretty big part in what's to come and when my Briar legacy and Fallen Angel series meet, we will see ALOT of them.

No link. The only link werewolves has is that they are descendants of Mooncasters and once upon a time they lived in the Magic Realm with all the occult before the Spellcasters got all high and mighty. Now werewolves just do their own thing and fight vampires. But I really don't see them having much involvement with Spellcaster drama other than possibly whooping vamp ass when needed.

I love those boys. Other than my OGs Honey and Amina, def my favorite couple(s) 🥹

L. Faba really about to put Tomax in a world of hurt...which is crazy because he's really already emotionally and mentally in shambles. I suppose that's why she picked him. He's the weakest. This update should be out in a little bit

I saw that they were roommates which made me go hmmmmm 🤔 interesting 🧐 and exactly why we'll see them roll around in the hay from time to time. But from my most recent update, I expand on Grace's ability to heal a little and really she's all about making people feel better via touch...so maybe there’s romance involved maybe she’s trying to help out an old friend because therapy doesn’t exist in the Magic Realm ig lmao 😵‍💫

[pawbeanies]

mm what if i had my prince trained on how to make his body respond to being called highness? every kiss, every praise, every moment of neediness, i say it to you. one morning, i greet you with a kiss to your hand and, instead of leaving it at that, i suck on your fingers and say thank you, your highness. later in the day, i give you a kiss on your neck and say that you are stunning, your highness. when my fingers brush over your sensitive areas and you're at a loss for breath, i say that you're adorable, your highness. when I'm on my knees, worshipping you, i say that you're ethereal, your highness. one day, you're at a meeting with some nobles and I'm there too, of course, to keep an eye on my prince. you make a good point during the end of the discussion, so i say very smart, your highness. your body reacts before you do, trained to associate that phrase with pleasure, so your mind goes blank, reduced to a needy pup who has to hold back from moaning in front of everybody. luckily, the meeting is quickly adjourned, so you don't have to struggle to keep appearances for long. all the while, I'm on the sidelines, smug that it's confirmed how much i can affect you with two simple words. it's a bit funny, isn't it, your highness?

- 🌹

wuh. meann... mean mean mean ("your highness" is quickly moving up the list of favorite pet names because of this. thank youou...)

brain melting... i fear that you might be able to train me too easily like this. i think if you did all of those things while being so sweet and calling me "your highness" of course i'd associate those things together in my pupy brain... i may be weak for voices too so it would just be when you say it too... (also i am extra weak for neck kisses i would crumble completely. calling me "your highness" so close while kissing my neck would make my brain go blank i think. its already blank but you know what i mean)

so so so so so mean to do that in front of other people... when it comes to work i'm like a completely different person, i'm very focused and professional. it would be horrible (great) if you used that to get me out of that cool professional headspace, i wouldn't be able to recover. you'd get to watch me blush and squirm in my seat and try so desperately to hold it together until we can finally excuse ourselves... how cruel of you... you'll have to help escort me back to my chambers afterwards (if we can even make it back there. a hallway is fine with me too)

hmph. hmph. hmph. it's totally not funny at all and i should scold you for looking so smug and playing with your prince like that. dare i say you may even need a reminder on who is in charge.. (but also hgh it's also so. so thrilling to see how you can turn the tables with just two words or even just the click of your tongue...)

[honeytonedhottie]

I joined alot of grps and made online friends and now I regret. They always made me feel bad. I was friends with some kpop stans too. They attacked me when I said that I didn't like the same song as they did . They all attacked. Even a 27 yr old women attacked me and shamed for so. Why are kpop stans like this ? 😭most of the time its army and blinks ngl.There was some girl I used to talk to online friend I thought she was my friend only to realize that she was using me as an option . One day when I got into some drama and shared that with her FIRST but she behaved like she didn't understand . But when others in the grp were saying sh*t against all of a sudden she understood everything thwy said and started being angry at me. Even twisted my words and things I told her earlier. Uk why she came back and apologized ? When all her friends left her and she probably had fight with her bffs. Also when she got her friends back she would start ignoring my messages or not reply at all like she used to .

Again one more girl she was kind first but one day we had some misunderstanding .I apologized and cleared it to her as well. I even asked if it affected our friendship and she denied . But I noticed how rude and mean she became. As I said some people attacked me when I didn't like the same music as they did an she was one of those. When I shared how one actor's own wife didn't like her husband own movies doesn't mean she hates him . This girl started saying dumb stuff like " u are comparing the people u love with being an army "🗿💀 tf this doesn't even make sense tbh. Army are fans of bts and they love bts too . What was she trying to say ? Why did all got mad at me for not liking 1 song 💀💀😭😭😭😭😭😭 and made me awful for not liking it. This girl wouldn't stop saying rude stuff , she would nitpick stuff like me sharing or even just talking about stuff and saying how they all were tired of if. When the thing is the things she mentioned those people in grp were tired of , the fight fidnt even happen coz of that. She was saying really rude stuff and being mad at me. She wouldn't understand my pov and if I would try to explain myself she would be like why are you repeating yourself I mean girl ?? 💀💀Btw while I was texting her I was outside somewhere and I fell down from stairs 💀😭cuz I got zoned out when she said awful things to me. I was like " am I really that bad ?? " She attacked me. I really feel that she was just a bitch pretending to be nice at first but then she showed how toxic she was. She was online friend too.

I wonder why i didn't take stand for myself at that time 😭😭😭😭😭and listened to her rude words. They attacked me for no reason _Also last but not the least one day a girl got mad at me when I shared a video of lizzo on my story , a girl shared the same video on grouo chat . Lizzo made some unnecessary comments and I just wrote WTF LIZZO. THIS GIRL THOIGHT THAT I WAS TRYING TO PICK FIGHTS WITH HER ??? I MEANN LIKEE WHAT 😭😭😭 it wasn't even against her . It was against lizzo making disgusting comments .

These online people made me feel so bad. Alot of drama happened similar like this this is just 3% 😭I really want to know ur opinion and advice on these people and how yo deal with these ..sorry for spamming too 😭😭😭

WOW 🥹 hi anonie, my input is this ;

ppl who feel threatened by or dont let u have an individual opinion are red flags. U ARE ENTITLED TO UR OWN OPINION. anyone who disagrees or tries to shame u for it can kick rocks 💀. protect ur peace, drop them cuz they aren't good friends, and listen to music that u like 💗

[saenora]

zen zen you like naoya too TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT HIM (closing his ears as we speak he does not need his ego boost 🙄)

eight! EIGHT!!

how can i nott!!! LIKE HIM!!! HE IS A SUCH A FERAL DOLLFACE. I DONT WHY PEOPLE CANT SEE HOW ATTRACTIVE THOSE EYES ARE 😭😭😭… UNPOPULAR OPINION I MIGHT EVEN GET CANCELLED FOR BUT HE IS THE HOTTER BROTHER 😔😔… DRESS HIM UP IN SUITS AND ALL OF THE WORLD WOULD BARK FOR HIM I KNOW PEOPLE JUST OVERLOOK BEC HE IS A BIT OF AN ASSHOLE… I would flaunt him in a showcase… carrying him around in my little bag. Naoya would kiss the ground you walk…. he is so domenstic and you could really just fuck him dumb if you want to 😔😔… he is simple like that… A SOFT SPOT ONLY FOR YOU…. this man just wants a good fuck to set him straight and he’d worship you WHILE HE DEGRADES YOU. he is so baby… I MEANN HE IS TEH YOU GEST THAT BRATTTY BEHAVIOR IS ACCEPTABLE. BRATTY NAOYA IS LITERALLY CANON AND I WOULDNT CHANGE A THING ABOUT HIM. and backshots with him are top tier 😔🫶

[kawaii-night666]

9-kageyama turns into a kid!

Everyone at inside the gym as Tobio couldn't help and smile at them cutely as Kenma, Akira, Rintarou and Shoyo took a picture and put it on Tobio file (they have a lot of pictures of Tobio as a kid well for Shoyo he has a lot of Tobio but its his eyes only.) While everyone being attacked by Tobio cuteness and the big shirt he has to wear who happens to be Atsumu shirt.

"Hey Suna can ya send that pic for me."

Rintarou just give Atsumu a blank look and says "No."

"Huh whyyy."

"Shut up Tsumu!"

Tobio lift the shirt up as Suga came and say "No baby boy, you can't show these perverts." Suga took him away from the others while the others try to process of what just happen as they yelled "COME BACK!"

"Poor king."

"Tsuki, do you feel bad for Kageyama..."

"Huh no when he gets back to his normal body, I will tease him even more." Kei just grins as he walks off while Tadashi sweat dropped at his childhood friend but he does know that Kei is jealous that it wasn't his shirt.

Tobio in Suga arms as Suga cooed at him as he said "Are you hungry Tobio?"

Tobio taps his chubby cheeks to think as he then said "Yes please."

Suga smiles as he takes Tobio to get something to eat to fill Tobio belly. "So, after this what you want to do Tobio."

"Volleyball!" Tobio excitedly said.

Suga chuckle as he should have known of his answer as he nods at Tobio as he cleans his mouth as he thought of something "Tobio, do you want to go outside with me to buy things because I don't think you can wear those big clothes."

Tobio just nods at Suga wanting to go out to explore.

Tobio couldn't wait to explore outside but off course everyone heard and went to their coach so they can go outside rather than stick in the camp.

And off course Tobio is excited for new adventures to go out with the other volleyball players even his favourite positions- setters.

But, when Tobio and the others are out something unexpected happen to Tobio, let's hope nothing bad happens to the cute Tobio when he show everyone his cuteness...

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Kentaro: Why tf should I say this!?

Tooru: Oh come on mad dog-chan I'm sure the author isn't that mean

Kentaro: 😒

Kenjiro: Oh just read what they sent you

Eita: Shirabu that's not nice

Kenjiro: Oh shut the fuck up

Satori: Baki ni ore nani wo

Oh my

Kei: Oh just read what the text they sent you

Kentaro: They said "Hope you lot enjoy this chapter 9 and off course the story it self hehe, sorry if the stories are either short or long. But either way, hope you guys continue reading this to find out what happen to Tobio." And that's that.

Tooru: Really author they didn't say what happen to Tobio-chan

Hajime: shut up stupidkawa

This is a story for a reason

Everyone except Tobio: ^

Tooru: Meann

I want to spend time with Tobio-chan

Atsumu: Ya 'ave already spend time with Tobio-kun

Tooru: I still don't like how u call him 'Tobio-kun'

Atsumu: Back at ya with 'Tobio-chan'

Osamu: Shut up

Atsumu: Whyyy

Rin: 🤳

Daichi: If u guys don't log out I won't let u see Tobio

Everyone except Daichi logs off

Daichi: And thats how u make them log off

See you guys in the next chapter! 

[gayspock]

the rambles

insane and evil work anxiety. its again funny. my stupid fucking life where i dont do anything or see anything or talk to anyone except at work. blah blah blah.

but godfuckk me to hell and back bc i just wanna cry dude, becausei feel like genuinely.................... its one of those moments where im like YUP. im just fucking shit at everything. andwhat the fuck can i even do aboutit any more. i keep trying but im so exhausted all the time and burntout and even then... im still never even good enough. like not even fuckingclose to anything remotely fucking passable. and itsnotjust the stupid job its just every fuckingthing i even try at no matter how long for or how hard at its like .no matterwhat i fucking do or give. like dudewhats the fuckingpoint. i dontknow whats the fuckingpoint. i seriously fucking meann it every fucking time. theresufcking bullshit all the time likejust dooo what you enjoybut itsbeen so long since anythings bee fucking fun and like not to fucking mention mygod. what . what do you want me to say likeis it that fucking shallow to jsut not want to just have to constantlybe like a failure like idontknow. i wish something worked out i wish somethingmeant asoemthing i feel like i keep . doing things to no fucking end and its like . with the fucking loneliness what . whattttt you know like WHAAATTT itsjust a fucking holeof me fucking up over and over and over again and it nevergoind anywhere andits just frustrating and humiliating andthe only thingspeople ever see of me is a fuck up and someone whos not . trying hard enough . even though i am but i just fucking fuck it so bad its better to think im not giving a shit cuz thatslike fucking moritfying man and idotnknowww BWUHH WHATEVERR WHATEVERR blah blah blah

[missakward123]

I'm sorry........not really

Fem!Reader X Kento Nanami

You messed up BIG time, wearing those tight pencil skirts and bending a little extra in front of the director? you were bound to get called sometime. You knew you were going to be punished- you didn't know in what way..........

Warning: Size kink, fingering, vibrator use implied, edging implied? p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!)

Words: 1K approx

A/N: I am a new writer so please mention any other warnings I missed or any other proper terms. (Stealing and modification of work is prohibited.)

Glasses and a clean resume. Kento thought you would be a goody two shoes focused on your career.

You were anything but.

Money brought a clean resume (which was required for a good job duh!) and glasses well.... they looked hot, okay? and it certainly helped when you looked up innocently to boys hitting on you only to say, 'oh I don't do that stuff'.

That thirst inside you?

Amen.

Nothing could've prepared you when Kento Nanami in all his glory walked in his office with his crisp white shirt and his blonde hair set.

Nanami cleared his throat waking you from your trance.

"Y-yes sir?" You asked your voice breathless cursing yourself internally because c'mon having a boss is hard enough but a hot one? You are dead.

"Get me the papers for the next meeting." Nanami says and sits down on his seat. Even his voice is godly. Hot. You rush out at once. You had heard enough rumors of the last assistant getting fired and blacklisted. So that's how your day went to and fro to get some thing or the other. At some point you were sure he was doing this purposefully- seeing whether you make a mistake.

But you could have some fun on his account right? especially after he made you clean his glasses and sent you off on lunch to get some documents. You would surely won't regret teasing him with those awful miniskirts of yours, accidentally flashing him a view of your cleavage as you bent to grab the papers that fell or maybe giving him such suggestive looks that-goddd- lucifer would blush?

Wrong.

So flash forward to 3 months later- right now when you're so shamefully spread apart on his table his hand deep inside you, cunt clenching around his slender fingers.

"Ah! I am sorry-" You try to say as his finger hits a particularly sensitive spot. You're dripping just from his fingers- you eye his bulge and gulp. Good grief.

"What? your sorry? i don't think you are after all you got what you wanted after all this time huh?" He says his voice taunting and his fingers pick up the pace.

You squirm with pleasure when he smacks your pussy.

Once.

Twice.

"Slut." He calls you and you have to look up because Nanami was a gentleman- always respectful especially to you. "Bet you get off at me calling you this don't you?"

"Nothing but a filthy slut." He increases the pace and you gasp.

You come with a shudder wetting his hand in your juices.

He laughs and looks at you with such eyes- oh those eyes- before saying-

"Such a bad girl coming on my fingers and getting me all wet, I really ought to punish you."

Without warning he enters you and he is so big- it hurts more than your first time probably.

"T-too big I can't-" You whine out hips bucking out, for- escape, salvation or more- you don't even know at this point.

He pecks you on the lips as if he is apologising it hurts and starts thrusting. He is so big it touches your cervix and your spot so perfectly that you see the stars.

"Clenching around me like a damn vice." He whispers in your ear, his voice a little hoarse and you get even wetter, you didn't know he had such a dirty mouth.

For someone scolding you for cursing the other day he is really not as good as he seems to be- I meann fvking his employee- the freaking assistant - on his desk? You are a teenage wet dream, he thinks.

"Huh?" You say confused.

Shit he didn't realize he said it out loud.

Tears well in your eyes with pleasure. "Aww is my little slut crying? too bad gotta take it like a good girl hmm?" He says noticing your tears, but it doesn't escape your notice how he loosens his hold on your hips -careful to not bruise you.

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere it's so much you see white literally or maybe that's just Nanami's cum inside you. He gets out and puts his pants back on and looks at you tauntingly- as if it was your fault.

He leans down and kisses you. It is so captivating and unlike anything you have experienced with boys at the club that you almost don't notice his hand fitting a vibrator inside you.

"W-what?" You say, face flushed and hair in a mess- wait don't you have a meeting in 10 minutes?

"W-what?" Nanami mimics you laughing at your expression "Sweetheart better keep your mouth shut at the meeting if you don't want your punishment and oh if you pull anything like you did last time? I promise it will be worse." Nanami says his voice casual with a bit of threat.

You gulp.

"Fix your hair, darling it looks as if you just woke up." He says fixing his tie.

Oh, did I mention that your supposed to be presenting? Oh yeah, you are fvked.

[birdsinmywalls]

This is a glorious morning bestie! Thank you for the post! Got to read this on my lunch break and I feel like book reviewer trying to meet a deadline as I have to read the whole fic and review it all at once 😂😂

“and nine times out of ten, these situations only come with things like the press.” Well this is not one of those times hottie because this is your fault 100%

“Thanks for that, by the way. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m not here to ruin your life, but the last thing I want to do is tell the world all about how I was dumb enough to let you fuck me.” Yikes for so many reasons

“Gareth fails to hold back a grin at the scene before him,” lol Garett is here for the drama

“Well, there’s a dinner tonight, and we have some family and friends coming in from Hawkins, so you’re obviously invited regardless of Eddie’s lack of communication skills.” FROM HAWKINS IM SHOOOOK. I would say I can’t believe Eddie wouldn’t mention it but he’s such a mess I’m not surprised lol

“Eddie didn’t think you would say yes.” Bro she has been giving you chance after chance over here lol

“Why would he care about the clothes he wears to some diner he’s probably eaten at a million times before?” I actually like this idea that when Eddie got money he was excited to try expensive things like restaurants and traveling. He seems so low maintenance in the show this is a cool change

“Eddie rolls his eyes at the mention of Jeff and his traitorous behavior.” 😂

“And once again, for the second night in a row, you find yourself in Eddie’s trap.” What does this meann!!

I do like that we got to meet the Hawkins gang but I hate the timing!!! Eddie needs to apologize for real and at this point he’s going to need to get on an airplane or something away from everyone else to have this conversation lol.

As usual an amazing chapter! I loved the glimpse of the group interview we saw. I’m also surprised Eddie didn’t want to go and see his friends with the rest of the band. I guess he wanted to apologize more than seeing his friends? Honestly, for all we know he told them to meet him at the hotel as was mentioned and being the rowdy bunch they are they just showed up at the restaurant lol.

PRICE OF FAME (PART 9/?)

HIIII HERE SHE IS!! i hope u enjoyyyy <3

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: you have questions and eddie needs to get something off of his chest

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, sexual themes, angst, feelings feelings feelings, and eddie going through a crisis <3

word count: 5.1k

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Eddie’s gonna be sick.

There’s a sweet smell of pancakes and coffee wafting through the air and a dizzying chatter dancing amongst the table, and Eddie’s going to be sick.

He’s not sure why because all he’s had was a cup of throat coat, half a French toast, and a cigarette, but he has a feeling it has something to do with the empty chair across from him. Or maybe it’s the guilt that’s been churning in his gut since the moment he stepped out of your room last night. Or maybe it’s the realization of the truth that Eddie was forced to admit when Richie found him at the studio early this morning.

Eddie’s not sure who told Richie or how much of the story Richie knows, but Eddie hates feeling like this— feeling out of control. It’s a sick feeling Eddie had been used to when growing up, but now that he’s older and has his career and money, Eddie does everything in his power to never get into situations like this— and nine times out of ten, these situations only come with things like the press.

And it’s upsetting— the way this has spun out— because Eddie knew this would be the result, and he was so desperate to avoid it in the beginning, but he’s not sure when that persistence vanished. Somewhere along the line, you managed to find the split in Eddie. The part that needed fixing the most. Eddie’s not sure where that split is, but he feels it, and the change— you— has seeped too deep into his skin to dig out, and Eddie is panicking.

He’s been panicking since yesterday— since he fucking pulled out of you, and you looked at him like he was the only person you’ve ever really seen. Like you were seeing him in color for the first time.

He couldn’t think because all that tossed around in his mind was you.

He couldn’t speak because all that would form on his tongue was your name.

He couldn’t breathe because all he would inhale and exhale was your scent.

He was drowning in you yesterday. Sinking like a stone, quicker than he’d ever intended to— because, believe it or not, Eddie was ready to take the plunge. 

He was ready to try and figure out his path of redemption from being the asshole you (rightfully so) hate to someone you could maybe forgive and tolerate. The first step to that was supposed to be the song from the show, but fucking James ruined that. 

It was all fucked. Everything was fucked. The way Eddie was going to apologize was flipped upside down, and you both moved too quick, and now Eddie’s in way over his head— because jesus christ, Richie grilled the shit out of him this morning.

Eddie’s going to be sick.

“Anyone know what’s up with Rich this morning?” One of the crew members asks. Jeff shrugs, tossing a grape into his mouth, “Beats me. He’s always upset about something, though.”

Eddie tries to muster through the rest of breakfast, but when Richie comes back into the room without you in tow, Eddie decides he can’t sit here a moment longer with that empty chair staring at him.

Although Eddie practically begs Richie to let him skip out of the group interview, he still finds himself walking down the hall of the hotel. The interview is being held in Richie’s suite and was originally planned to be a few days after the residency was over, but a change of plans with photoshoots in LA caused some last-minute alterations to the planned schedule.

Eddie spent the day holed up in a friend's studio. He hasn’t seen you since breakfast, and the day is almost over now, so it’s safe to say the initial shell-shock feeling of the sticky situation he’s tossed you both into has somewhat dissolved. Eddie didn’t record anything at the studio; he only wrote, and the change of scenery, with the added peace away from his friends/bandmates, gave him a more open space to figure his thoughts out. 

So, when Eddie sees you walking out of your room, he immediately knows now is his chance to do what he’s been milling about in his head all day— because when Eddie said sorry and when he spent hours fucking you into your bed to show you just how sorry he was, he meant it— and he needs to tell you that before things get misconstrued as they always do.

You’re not paying attention, too focused on sorting through the questions you’ve prepared for the band, so you’re face is riddled with shock when Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

“I think we should maybe talk…” 

Eddie’s not sure what he expected you to say, but he sure as hell didn’t expect you to turn to him and nod, “Yeah, I think we should.” Eddie nods as well, taking a breath and opening his mouth to speak, but you’re cutting him off before he can even fully form his thoughts, “Where the fuck have you been?”

And that’s not what Eddie thought you would start with, but it’s better than he expected. “Um—” 

“I’ve been signing papers all fucking day thanks to you,” You stress, “And the only person that has any answers to the millions of questions I have is you, but you’ve been missing in action all fucking day, so what the fuck?” You snap.

Eddie’s face pinches in confusion, “Signing papers? What papers?”

You scoff, sarcastically shrugging, “I don’t know, maybe the fucking NDAs Richie piled onto me, again, because of you,” You’re tone is dripping in irritation, and Eddie only finds your disgruntled look to be cute. “Thanks for that, by the way. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m not here to ruin your life, but the last thing I want to do is tell the world all about how I was dumb enough to let you fuck me.”

You don’t exactly care that a cleaning maid is just a few doors down, but Eddie does because this is precisely how shit gets into the press. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters, wrapping a hand around your arm and tugging you off into the small ice room off to the side. “Would you lower your fucking voice?” Eddie grumbles as he presses you into the open space beside the vending machine, creating some sense of secrecy from anyone passing by.

Your eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you glare at Eddie, “Why does it even matter when you’ve been practically screaming it from the rooftops?” You point out. Eddie waves a hand and squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head in dismissal, “I didn’t tell Richie shit.” He argues.

And it’s the truth. Eddie didn’t tell Richie anything— he hasn’t told anyone anything aside from what little to the story Jeff and Gareth know. But they would never say something to Richie about it, right?

You snap Eddie from his train of thought, “Then where did you go last night, Eddie?” You ask.

And well, Eddie doesn’t think he’s ready to confess that he practically had a panic attack when he realized he likes you— like, really, really likes you. He’s not ready to admit that he spent the night at the studio, scribbling down words and mixing sounds, cutting clips of his voice, and perfecting it until he passed out from exhaustion. He’s not ready to admit that.

Eddie goes silent, gaze dark and filled with hesitance. His jaw ticks, and he replies with a snap, “It doesn’t matter.” He shifts to turn around and leave— because that’s what he does best— but you reach out to wrap a warm hand around his wrist, and Eddie— god, Eddie’s heart skips a few beats.

“If I had to sign a goddamn NDA, the least you can do is tell me where you went.”

And you’re right. God, isn’t this precisely what Eddie was just writing about? 

It’s not difficult, Eddie says to himself. Just tell her you went to the studio— maybe even offer to show her what you were working on.

Eddie thinks he would rather chew bricks.

Before Eddie can fully prepare a response, Gareth pokes his head into the room, glancing between the two of you as you quickly drop Eddie’s hand. Gareth fails to hold back a grin at the scene before him, and Eddie’s shoulders stiffen from the tense situation between you that Gareth fails to catch onto. Gareth points over his shoulder, “Unless you want Richie to start flipping out from wasted time, I suggest you guys head back to the room so we can start.”

“It’s chaotic.”

“Your known sound or the new sound?”

“Both.”

You laugh, shifting in your seat as you twirl your pen between your fingers. Jeff expands on Gareth’s comment, “I would say our past music is chaotic in general, but the newer stuff we have coming is more of an… orchestrated chaos.”

Gareth snorts at Jeff’s answer and mumbles something along the lines of melodrama before Eddie pitches in, “There’s more of a structure to this record. Our past albums have been like… multiple stories in one, and it can be overwhelming, but it’s also exciting because you never know where you’re going next,” Eddie talks with his hands, jewelry clinking with each wave as he glances at you, “And I think this album still has that type of excitement, but it’s more… interconnected. Like there’s bits and pieces of every track within the next one, and it’s just… it’s a fuller experience.” 

It’s beautiful— how Eddie thinks and speaks and forms his thoughts about music. It’s so captivating that you could spend forever listening to him talk about music. Gareth is saying something, but you’re hardly listening because you can feel Eddie’s gaze on you, and it makes every hair on your body stand. 

When you finish writing a note, you clear your throat before glancing back up at the boys as if your heart isn’t beating out of your chest. “In relation to this topic, do any of you have a specific idea or sound you’d like to explore in the future, maybe?”

Jeff hums, “I grew up listening to a ton of Janis Joplin— and shit like Jimi Hendrix— so I've always had a love for that kind of clash between rock and blues. So, maybe something along those lines." It's utterly off-track from what Corroded Coffin sings, but Jeff, you've come to learn, is the most mellow of the group, so you're not as surprised as most would be.

The boys each answer the question, eventually blending into each other to create one extensive conversation. You ask them what they plan to do when they’re old enough to retire. Gareth wants to venture into the art world; unbeknownst to you, he’s had a knack for art since middle school. Jeff wants to do something with producing, and right before Eddie gets the chance to answer, Richie steps in, clearing his throat and reminding you of the time. 

You seem to have lost track of time in your conversation. The boys have a line of press interviews today, but you have more than enough content to complete the article. You thank the boys for giving their time and being compliant, and as you file out of the room, Gareth turns to you, “Are you coming to the dinner tonight?” He asks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Dinner?”

Jeff steps up beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you all step into the hallway, “Of course, she’s coming to the dinner, dumbass; it’s for the entire crew.” He flicks at Gareth’s shoulder. Gareth bats at Jeff’s hand, “Sorry, I didn’t know if that included journalists.” He bites back with a light shove to Jeff’s shoulder. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know this dinner you’re talking about.” You chip in. Gareth and Jeff glance at each other before Jeff clears his throat, “Uh— Eddie didn’t tell you?”

Of fucking course, it reflects to Eddie. You shake your head, glancing around the hall, only to see that Eddie is nowhere to be seen. Jeff nods, removing his arm from your shoulder and shrugging, “Well, there’s a dinner tonight, and we have some family and friends coming in from Hawkins, so you’re obviously invited regardless of Eddie’s lack of communication skills.” Jeff jokingly concludes. You nod with a small smile, “I’ll most likely be working through this,” You raise your journal, “But I hope all goes well.”

You don’t stick around to see the looks Gareth and Jeff exchange because you’re too busy trying not to be bothered by the fact that Eddie purposely didn’t tell you about the dinner. But then again, can you blame Eddie? You’ve only known each other for a month, and that entire month has been full of mixed feelings, arguments, and selfish kisses. 

Still, you find yourself feeling estranged and saddened— because, despite your complicated relationship, if the roles were reversed, you know you would’ve extended the invitation, 

Eddie glances over himself in the mirror for what seems like the millionth time.

It’s stupid, the nerves coursing through his veins, but then again, what Eddie’s about to do could potentially put him on his ass if it goes wrong. Wrong, meaning you say no, curse him out, and tell him to fuck off for the rest of his life. He’d deserve it, sure, but that doesn’t mean it would lessen the sting either way.

There’s a cassette tape in his hand as he walks up to your room, 403, the numbers that seem to be engraved in his mind at this point. He taps the thick band of his ring against the clear case of the tape, teeth digging into his cheek as he knocks on your door.

The silence is deafening as he waits, and Eddie debates if he should just make a run for it before he makes a fool of himself, but then you open the door. And you’re so pretty, and Eddie’s fingers tighten around the tape for a split moment to ground himself because— fuck, what does he say? Why is he here again?

You’re staring at him with a blank gaze, bored and intimidating enough to have Eddie wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Eddie clears his throat and shifts in his spot, “Are you busy?” You blink, glancing down at the tape in his hand before looking back at him. “Why?”

Well, there’s no going back, Eddie thinks. He raises the tape into your view, “I just need an hour. Just one hour so I can explain.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning against the door, and boredly blink, “Explain what?”

Eddie shrugs, heart racing in his chest as he subtly shakes his head, “Everything.”

Eddie didn’t think you would say yes.

Honestly speaking, Eddie thinks you’re slightly insane for saying yes, but he doesn’t take it for granted— because now, Eddie is walking down Barclay St with you right beside him. It’s busy now that everybody’s 9-5 shift has ended, and there’s a slight breeze kicking in as you trek through the sea of people. 

You’re dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a light sweater to keep you warm— and Eddie thinks it’s adorable how the sleeves drape over your hands and how you fuss over it occasionally.

Transit is quicker to where Eddie is taking you, and the subway is always crowded and hectic, so Eddie doesn’t think about it when he grabs your hand as you trot down the subway steps. Your hand is warm and soft beneath his palm, and it feels so natural when you shift your thumb across the back of his hand, trying to keep up with his far strides.

Somebody bumps into you, and Eddie instinctively pulls you closer to him, gazing down at you as he asks if you’re okay. You nod, and Eddie squeezes your hand before continuing on the path to the train.

When you and Eddie get settled on the train, Eddie thinks you might hold onto his hand for the entire ride, but he’s sadly mistaken when you slip from his hold to fold your hands in your lap.

Eddie ignores the pang in his chest.

Eddie has dragged you all the way to Manhattan to stick you in a booth near the back of an old diner called Keens Steakhouse. You’ve never been here, but you’ve heard of it in passing; however, you wish Eddie had told you to wear something nicer instead of this oversized blanket of a sweater you have on.

Eddie is wearing jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket, so you didn’t think much about what to wear— but that’s Eddie. Eddie Munson, the famous rockstar. Why would he care about the clothes he wears to some diner he’s probably eaten at a million times before?

The diner has dim lighting, but the tables are well-lit with a candle. Your waiter hands you two menus and a bottle before leaving you both to scan over the food items. You don’t bother to open your menu, watching Eddie fill your glasses with a rich wine. Eddie glances at you before clearing his throat, “The chef makes a mean filet mignon, by the way,” He begins as he sets the bottle aside, “And I’m not a big seafood person, but the shrimp is good.”

You say nothing, waiting for Eddie to stop beating around the bush and tell you why he made you trek across the city for wine. He glances at you, faltering for a split moment as he speaks, “We can change tables if you—” You shake your head with a wave of your hand, “It’s not that, Eddie, it’s just—” You huff, “Why are we here? Like, why did you bring me here?”

Eddie shifts in his seat and clears his throat, tapping his finger against the table once before taking a slow breath, “I think… I think it’s best if I explain my side of things before shit spins out of control.” He’s struggling to start, but the words slip from you before you can stop it, “You don’t think it’s too late for that?”

Eddie’s eyes are soft and pleading when he glances at you, pretty lips tucking between his lips as he shrugs, “I was hoping not…”

God, it’s weird seeing Eddie like this— teetering on the edge of vulnerability as he practically begs you to hear him out— if you weren’t so keen on hearing if he has something genuine to say, then you would’ve left a long time ago for the sake of his sanity.

Because you’re selfish and hope to hear something good, you nod, encouraging him to continue.

Eddie fidgets with the rings on his fingers as he begins to speak, “First things first, I just wanna get this out of the way,” He gazes at you, “I didn’t tell Richie anything. If anything, my guess would be someone from the crew told him, but I won’t list off any names.” He waves off.

You know he means James because who else would Eddie be talking about? But even though you strongly feel it wasn’t James, you don’t counteract Eddie’s silent claim. However, you’re not strong enough to hold back a quick roll of your eyes.

“And secondly… about last night.” He falters, and you take a deep breath before shifting in your seat. “It’s fine if you regret it, Eddie. You didn’t need to drag me here to say that; we can just forget it ever happened.”

You’re unsure if that’s what Eddie wanted to say, but you would rather be the first to call it out to save whatever dignity you have left. But Eddie quickly shakes his head, brown eyes wide and soft as he squashes that idea, “No! No, I don’t regret last night at all. I— that’s not why I brought you here.” And Eddie looks at you like he won’t ever get a chance to fix what he destroyed.

A steady exhale and the curling of his fingers into his palm, and you wish you were closer to him, even if he’s done nothing but push you away. You want to feel him. And sure, the flicker of his gaze down to your hand might imply that he wants the same, but you drop your hands to lay in your lap instead of the table, willing him to continue talking.

He clears his throat, “I shouldn’t have left— and honestly, I didn’t even want to leave,” His admission has your head ticking in confusion, “I wanted to stay with you, and I wanted—” He takes a breath, earth soaked eyes locking onto yours, “I left because I knew I didn’t deserve to stay.”

Well fuck, your heart is practically the wings of a hummingbird in your chest. It’s the most open Eddie has ever been with you aside from the time you shared alone in the dressing room, except now you are finally facing the truth of what is unfolding between you. 

Wayne’s words spin in your mind for a split moment, “Eddie doesn’t know what to do with nice… He hasn’t had much of that in his life.”

And you wonder why? What happened to create the beautiful mess sitting before you, waving his torn and stained white flag, calling off his troops to meet you in no man's land? And there’s a vast field behind Eddie that you have yet to discover, and there’s the same behind you, patiently waiting for whoever is willing to take the time and map out the intricate paths and valleys. You selfishly want it to be the man in front of you.

“I don’t know how to treat the people who selflessly care for me. I never got that, and it’s weird and new to me, and I didn’t understand how you could do that for— not just me, but practically everyone you meet. But I want to learn how to.”

It’s dizzying, really. The complete 180 Eddie has seemingly made— and is it wrong for you to hesitate to believe him? Is it wrong that you’re still unsure even though Eddie looks like he wants to practically crawl out of his skin? Because Eddie is so far from home, and it doesn’t even take years of knowing him to see that.

You shift your gaze to the table, sinking further into your seat as you tilt your head, and there’s an echo of how you felt last night that rings in your chest as you ask, “Where did you go, Eddie?”

Eddie is so pretty under candlelight. He’s defined and soft, and his hair looks like a golden mane when it catches the light. His eyes, always big and brown with honey-soaked pools of curiosity, they’re softer than they’ve ever been before. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth and tortured with the jagged crowns of his teeth as he silently stresses. 

“I went to the studio.” He finally admits.

And you can’t seem to think of a single reason why Eddie would ever be this nervous to tell you he went to the studio— that’s his job, is it not?

Eddie shifts in his seat to reach into his jacket pocket to pull something out. “I brought you here so I could—” “Excuse me, Mr. Munson.” A waiter interrupts.

Eddie pauses, both of you turning your attention to the pristine man in black. The waiter clasps their hands behind their back, leaning forward as they speak, “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a group up front claiming to be a part of your reservations. I didn’t see any more seats on the list, but they insisted I check with you.”

Eddie shoves whatever is in his hand back into his pocket as he looks over his shoulder, your gaze following his eyes as he curses. You can’t see much from your seat, so you’re riddled with confusion when Eddie grumbles something to himself as he turns back to the waiter, “Yeah, they’re my friends; send them over.”

The waiter nods and walks off as you send a look of confusion towards Eddie, “I thought there was a dinner tonight? Which, speaking of, why aren’t you there?” Eddie freezes at the question, “You know about the dinner?”

You nod, “Jeff and Gareth told me. Thanks for the invitation, by the way.” You grumble as Eddie stands up. Eddie curses, turning to you and holding an index finger, “To be fair, I wasn’t planning on going.” You raise an unconvinced eyebrow as Eddie turns around and cheers, stepping forward to hug who had expected to be Jeff or Gareth.

However, neither Jeff nor Gareth have light brown, wavy, shoulder-length hair.

It’s a woman, a pretty one with sunkissed freckles dotted all around her face. Behind her, and next to hug Eddie, is a man; soft, brown wisps of healthy hair long enough to kiss the tips of his ears. He catches your eyes over Eddie’s shoulder, and you find that he and Eddie share the same eye color.

Last to hug Eddie is another woman, kind-looking and just as pretty as the first, and with the curly strands that bounce along her shoulders, you might’ve guessed she and Eddie were related somehow.

The first girl peeks over Eddie’s shoulder and smiles, “Who’s this?” She squeaks, “Oh fuck, are we interrupting something? Steve— god, I told Steve we should’ve just waited to see you at the hotel.” The boy, Steve, you suppose, turns to the girl with an annoyed look as they start to bicker lightly. Eddie waves his hands to disperse the small moment, “As happy as I am to see you assholes, we actually were in the middle of something.” Eddie sarcastically smiles.

You roll your eyes and smile as you stand from the booth, “No, no, don’t worry about it.” You assure her as you step forward, placing a hand on Eddie’s shoulder to make room for yourself as you extend a hand in greeting. You tell her your name, and she smiles, “I’m Robin!” She responds. She gestures to the man, “This is Steve,” Steve waves, “And this is Nancy.” Nancy waves and smiles.

“We’re old friends from high school.” Nancy clears up the confusion.

And then it suddenly makes sense. Eddie had mentioned something about his tight-knit group of friends from Hawkins. He didn’t go in-depth on who was who, but you now realize why Robin had sounded like such a familiar name.

You beam at them as the pieces come together, “Oh! Nice to meet you; Eddie’s mentioned you all before,” You respond, “It’s nice to put faces to the names finally.” 

Steve awes at that and slaps a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder, “You’ve been talking about us? How sweet of you.” He jokingly teases, squeezing at the dip of Eddie’s shoulder and neck. Eddie bats him away with a ghost of a smile, and you smile, enjoying the look of familiar joy on Eddie’s face.

Eddie ushers you all to sit in the booth— and you don’t ignore the fact that he slides in right beside you. Robin and Nancy sit on the other side, and Steve squeezes in last despite Robin’s protests and grumbles about him having wide shoulders. Eddie sighs, hands fidgeting on the table as he speaks, “What are you guys doing here? I thought you were going to the dinner with the band.” He asks.

Steve scoffs as Nancy snickers, and Robin rolls her eyes, “Yeah, that was the plan,” Robin responds. “But these two,” She gestures between Nancy and Steve, “Didn’t want to dress for it. Jeff told us where you were, by the way.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the mention of Jeff and his traitorous behavior.

Steve glances around the restaurant, and you catch Nancy’s eyes, sharing a quick, welcoming smile with one another. “Yeah, so can we, like, get out of here?” Steve asks in a bored manner before reaching over to grasp Eddie’s forgotten glass of wine. Eddie flicks Steve’s hand, and Nancy speaks up from the corner of the booth, “Do either of you know a place with good drinks?”

Eddie looks beyond bothered by how his friends crashed your short-lived dinner, so you answer, “There’s a karaoke bar down the street; they have a good happy hour, too.” You shrug. Steve and Robin perk up at the mention of karaoke, and Nancy groans, “God, don’t get these two started on karaoke. They don’t stop.” She complains.

Steve shrugs and slides out of the booth, “Too bad, we’re going.” He tugs his friends out of the booth. With the small window of no attention on you or Eddie, Eddie turns to you, “I’m sorry.” He motions toward his friends. You smile and shake your head, “That’s okay.”

Eddie leans in, and your heart skips a beat. You’re shocked when Eddie’s cool fingers brush against yours beneath the table and slip something into your hand, “This is what I brought you here for.” He softly says.

You glance beneath the table to see the clear cassette tape that Eddie had when you opened your door. You glance back at him, confusion riddled on your features, “What’s this?” You ask. Eddie’s gaze flickers to your lips before locking back on your eyes, “My apology.”

His apology?

Your mind reels for a few moments until you remember what Eddie had said yesterday, “I said sorry. An actual apology, I did it, and you weren’t fucking there to hear it.”

Before you can respond, Steve clasps a hand over Eddie’s shoulder, grabbing both of your attention, “Let’s go, man; I’m gonna battle you in a sing-off.” Behind Steve, Nancy and Robin stand hand in hand, Robin impatiently waving for you and Eddie to get up.

Mind reeling with a mix of emotions; you barely have enough time to shove the tape in your bag before Eddie drags you out of the booth.

With the tape practically burning a hole through your side and your mind telling you to slow down, your heart flutters in your chest as you allow yourself to weave your fingers through Eddie’s.

And when you see the small smile that grazes across Eddie’s lips, you decide to let yourself have this moment, even if you’re still wary of Eddie’s true intentions.

And once again, for the second night in a row, you find yourself in Eddie’s trap.

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part ten

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[kuroosweakness]

full length mirrors | kuroo tetsurō

welcome to another one of my self-comfort writings :’)) this one focuses on body image, based on real experiences 

keywords: shopping date, frozen yogurt, kinda fluff? kuroo being a goofball and comforting boyfriend at the same time

when kuroo suggested going clothing shopping, you were more than ecstatic.  a whole afternoon of him all to yourself; a afternoon of trying on clothing, window shopping, treating yourself, teasing him, what can be better? 

“am i your personal baggage carrier now?” kuroo smirks, glancing down your hold on his arm. normally, you’ll hold onto his left arm, but today, his left arm is occupied by shopping bags. 

you smile at his remark and continues to skip towards the store you insisted checking out. “you signed up for this when you became my boyfriend; it’s in the boyfriend handbook to help carry their partner’s bags. everyone knows this :)”  

“hm, apparently everyone but me.” 

as the two of you walk, you can hear the gentle bumping of the bags held on kuroo’s arm. the ceilings are so high, the large windows allows sunlight to pour into the mall, the people walking towards you looks so cheerful. and rich ... they all look like they only shop at designer stores.  

there’s a pair of teenagers walking towards you; a boy and girl, hand-in-hand, with ice cream cones in their other hand. they both have wide smiles on their face. kuroo catches on quickly. “you want ice cream, don’t you?” he asks, even though he already know the answer. 

you excitedly nod in response. “i’ll pay to repay you for carrying all the bags-” 

“oh really?” his right hand finds its way to your left hand and gives it a squeeze. “you know, i don’t really mind. it’s an arm workout ;)” 

“still, your poor arms must be dying already-” 

he quickly furrows his eyebrows. “what do you meann, there’s no way my arms are hurting from carrying just four bags,” he says defensively. “i’ve lifted-” 

“yeah yeah-” just as you’re about to go on how he’s afraid to arm wrestle bokuto, you spot a frozen yogurt place ahead. “babe, look look, let’s go,” you excitedly say, tugging on his hand. 

“that’s not ice cream.” 

“but it’s frozen yogurt! almost the same thing-” 

he softly smiles as he lets you drag him towards the waiting line. “who’s gonna tell you that frozen yogurt and ice cream are very different?”  he says, shaking his head in amusement. 

“they both taste good and that’s all i know.” 

“that’s a long line,” kuroo mumbles upon seeing 20 people waiting behind the counter. “maybe we-” 

“maybe we can go to other stores and then come back ... maybe then the line won’t be so long and if it still is, we can get ice cream instead :),” you suggest, determined to be able to both shop well and eat well today. 

kuroo thinks about it for a moment and nods. “sounds like a plan ... where did you say you wanted to go? was it victoria’s s-” 

you glare at him. 

he smirks back. “what?” he shrugs innocently. 

“actually, i want to get new pants-” 

“mm ... yoga pants, perhaps?” 

you glare at him again, quickly looking down at the floor in sudden embarrassment. you try to match your footsteps with his. 

he looks far off into the distance, pushing back the smile threatening to appear. 

“i was thinking more of jeans and sweatpants.” 

“so where is this store you’re going to buy your jeans and sweatpants?” 

“right in front of us :)” you reply, tugging on his hand once again as you two walk through the black door frames. the store’s full of clothing racks, posters, mannequins, and a giant screen behind the cash register. a funky song plays in the background and for a moment you’re afraid kuroo’s gonna break into a dance and give you second-hand embarrassment. but he doesn’t; instead, he follows your lead as you make your way to the jeans section. 

as you look around the stacks of jeans, kuroo checks himself out in the full-length mirror beside you. (why is he like this :’) okay, not full-on check himself out, but subtly fix his hair and clothes. “babe, c’mere,” he calls out to you. 

you look up with a raised eyebrow. 

“c’mere,” he says, waving his hand. 

you walk towards him and he turns your shoulders for you to see the mirror. 

“we can pose like those mirror selfies that other couples do,” he smiles. 

except you don’t smile back. all you can see is the way your thighs stick to each other, you see how stubby your legs look, how your arms just awkwardly flail on the side. all the excitement you felt a few seconds ago plummeted to the ground. it fell to the ground and got crushed under a rock. probably a giant one. a hole starts to form in your stomach. why do i look like that? i’ve been walking around ... looking like that? 

you quickly suck your stomach in, biting your lip to stop the tears threatening to spill down. no, i’m over-thinking. stop being over dramatic. stop, you think. kuroo side-eyes you, wondering why the smile he loves so much isn’t appearing. 

“babe?” 

“i don’t need new jeans” you softly say, leading him out the store; leading yourself away from the reflection you hate so much. 

kuroo narrows his eyes as he lets you pull him by his sleeve. “but you looked so excited to buy new pants ... is it because of my yoga pants remark?” 

you softly chuckle at the remembrance of his remark he made a few minutes ago. “no it’s not that, i just realized i don’t need new pants. i have so many pairs already, remember?” you say, forcing a nervous laugh out, hoping he’ll drop the topic.

he stays unconvinced. “well, since you don’t look as happy as before, i’m sure some frozen yogurt would help with that.” 

“...no it’s okay.” you say, avoiding his gaze. “i don’t feel like eating right now.” 

“...you sure?” he softly asks, reaching for your hand again. “are you feeling sick? headache? cramps? stomachache? legs hurting from walking for so long?” 

“nope, none of that. i’m feeling just fine!” 

he gives you a silent look. “you know, you’re pretty bad at lying to me.” 

you don’t reply. you don’t know how to.  

“as someone who cares about you,” he says, leaning a bit down to get a better look at you. “i’d like to know the real reason behind you not wanting jeans anymore. if it’s hard to say out loud, give me keywords and i’ll guess.” 

you look at him for reassurance, like the way you always do. “thighs.” 

“...thighs?” he questions. “wait, where are we walking to? we’ve been walking around without a set destination. do you want to sit down on one of those benches?” 

you nod as he leads you to a bench. kuroo places the shopping bags on the end of the bench and sits beside you, your hand still in his. 

“thighs ... let me piece all the puzzles together. you started not looking as happy when you stood beside me when i mentioned the couples mirror selfie...” he pushes his hair back with his other hand. “do you not like couple mirror selfies? no wait, that doesn’t have anything to do with thighs. did you bump your thigh against a corner?”

you shake your head, a bit amused at where he’s going with this. 

“...help me out, babe. did they not have jeans in your size? were they too expensive? were-”

”i wouldn’t look good in them anyways” you blurt out. 

his eyes widens as he suddenly realizes. “i don’t see what you mean. you would definitely look better than just good in those jeans. how’d you know if you haven’t even tried them on?” 

“just look at me,” you mumble, squeezing the fat on your thighs that takes up more space on the bench than you want them to. 

he frowns and rubs his hand over your right thigh. “why’re you frowning upon your body? the body that i love so much? if you’re not give it love, might as well trade it with me-” 

you laugh at the thought of walking around in kuroo’s body. what is it like to be 187cm (6′1″)

he smiles upon hearing your laugh. “seriously, you look beautiful. your face, your tummy, your thighs, those jeans don’t even deserve to come in contact with your legs-”

you give him a small smile, knowing he’s trying his best to lift your spirits. you know how much he loves you, he’s never failed to show it. after a few moments of kuroo rubbing your thigh in silence, you softly ask,“...can we still get frozen yogurt?”

an big grin creeps onto his face. “that’s the spirit,” he chuckles, standing up and collecting the shopping bags on his arm again. he holds out his hand and pulls you up from the bench.  

“also, when we get back home, can you give me a piggyback ride so i can see from your point of view? that way, i’ll know whether i want to trade bodies or not” 

“of course,” he laughs. “but the trading offer is closed. you’ve gotta learn to love the one you have.” 

[jrheatriz]

toh final thoughts (3 seconds after finishing s3e1)

so. i finished watching the owl house so far. i think it's a good show! i think the characters are fun and the dynamics are cool. i can definitely tell that Disney was meddling with the flow of the show's production, especially at the tail end. which. That sucks. There seems to be quite a bit that they could have expanded on (and probably they had intended to) and it's kinda sad that less of the lore and plot within the show got set back by development and stuff. or at least, that's what i heard happened with the show. but i guess that isn't anything fanfiction can't fix! or...elaborate on, i guess. but either way i have many questions

changing subjects, had grimmwalkers been mentioned before hunter was revealed to be one?? cuz like, obviously he's a clone, but the "grimmwalker" terminology threw me off because i didn't remember that concept being introduced before.

ALSO. i get what y'all were saying about the hunter and belos dynamic being crazy insane because What Do You MEANN the man cloned hundreds of iterations of his own brother and killed the versions that didn't benefit his witch killing scheme?? Girl?? what the FUCK is wrong with you?? 😭😭

and masha's story is interesting because it alludes that caleb might have given up on the whole witch hunter thing. i thiiink he gave up on the witch hunter thing because the thing that made belos finally want to scrap hunter is the fact that hunter had realized he was hurting witches and hunter was not cool with that. even with all his failures, hunter was relatively safe from being killed until he had seen the truth about belos and denounced his behavior.

my theory is that all those baby caleb clones were belos trying to fabricate a reality in which his brother listened to him. he refuses to come to terms with the fact that he's wrong about witches, and that anger and need for vindication caused him to murder his brother and try to start over. he's so desperate to prove his brother wrong that he's trying to alter reality by brainwashing versions of caleb to believe His ideology. but they never do, because he can't alter his brother's...soul?? or something. OR because he's just fundamentally wrong about witches. but yeah, that's why he scraps them. FREAK fucking behavior buddy. Be Normal.

speaking of belos, but actually i lied and i'm changing the subject again, i'm interested to see what's going on with the Collector. this episode kinda focused on belos being the main antagonist, but y'all. we have an all-powerful star child just vibing in the demon realm and they killed belos in seconds. i'm pretty sure belos only survived because he was using hunter as a host. so like... what's going on there. did king manage to come up with a game fast enough to quell the child god's dangerously short attention span??? why were they locked away by king's dad?? how does king letting the collector free impact the demon realm and why did king's dad fear that king needed to be hidden away from them?? why does the collector have that lemon demon-ass theme song?? why did they only play it for 3 seconds it was so good? WHAT DOES THE COLLECTOR EVEN COLLECT????

[marjorie189]

Australia

Hey ya’ll so this Ryland Storms Imagine was written less than a year ago with @alltimecalvinhood. We had planned to create an imagines book for Ryland on Wattpad but she unfortunately went MIA. I decided to post this imagine because it’s way too good to just have it saved away on a doc without being read, but full credits also go to @alltimecalvinhood alongside myself! 

This was going to have a part 2 but I wouldn’t want to continue this without @alltimecalvinhood​ since it was our planned imagine, so I wouldn't want to take credit for something we both worked on! 

Enjoy you guys❤️

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You were sleeping when you felt your phone vibrate a couple times under your pillow. You smiled in your sleep knowing it was Ryland‘s good morning texts.

You slid your hand under your pillow trying to get your phone, your eyes still shut wishing you could be sleeping. Once your phone was disconnected you slowly opened your eyes, catching a glimpse of his messages.

Your heart fluttered as you saw his contact:

Ryland🥵🤩💦❤️❤️

You grinned knowing he missed you.

You opened them up.

Messages:

You smiled at how adorable he was. His whole “bad boy/player” image on tiktok and on the vlogs wasn’t accurate when it comes to you.

His whole act changes when he’s with you. You always tease him and call him a simp.

Like The Ryland Storms acting all soft, sending good morning texts, acting all desperate for attention. Who?

You and Ryland were exclusive but not official. At least not yet.

You both acted all lovey dovey with each other and weren’t afraid to show it. The fans loved it. You just never put a label on it.

Not that you guys didn’t want to have the “boyfriend & girlfriend” title, it’s just that you both are getting to flirtatiously know each other. You both were going with the flow, and it has been going great.

You chuckled at him calling you Shawty. Him trying to act all bad boy like, to impress you. You decided to play along with his name calling. You jokingly called him daddy.

You laughed and quickly got up. You headed to the restroom to brush your teeth and face.

You then walk to your closet and choose a simple outfit to go to the Hype House in.

Outfit:

Hair: 

Makeup: 

Once you were done you checked your phone and decided to look at twitter before you left to meet Ryland.

You were looking at tweets when you came across a fan edit of you and Ryland.

Click to see edit! 

You smiled as you watched and retweeted it.

You then clicked on Ryland’s twitter and saw his most recent tweet.

You smiled at the thought of going to Australia with him. You checked the comments and what you saw made you feel some type of way.

It was a comment from Indiana Massara.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself.

You didn’t want to overreact just yet but it seemed like she was trying to get at Ryland.

You checked her account and her latest tweet made you gasp angrily and laugh dryly.

How could she have the audacity to tweet that she wanted to travel to Australia with someone “special” right after Ryland tweets that he wants to go to Australia. It’s not a coincidence, especially since she commented on his tweet.

This got you pretty heated. You got your car keys and headed to the Hype House.

Car:

The whole car ride you were heated by the thought of Indiana making moves on Ryland. Everyone knows that you and him are exclusive, so why would she even cross those boundaries. You rolled your eyes and gripped on the steering wheel tightly.

After about a few minutes you pulled up to the Hype House. You pulled up to the driveway and parked next to Thomas’s new Tesla.

You walked in and saw Avani, Tony, and Ondreaz sitting in the living room.

They all turned when they heard the door open.

“Y/N!” They all said in unison with wide smiles, when they saw you.

“Hiii!” You say happily smiling at them but then it vanished.

“Why aren’t you running up to see your lover boy? I’m sure he’s waiting for you in his room.” Tony smiled at you from the couches.

You walked up to them and sat next to Tony. Avani and Ondre being on the other couch.

“Yeah for reals!” Avani laughed. “The first thing you do is go upstairs to see him. Why are you here?” She joked.

Ondreaz laughed causing them all to laugh.

“Woww. Thanks. I feel so welcomed.” You laughed. “It’s just that I saw some tweets and it just got me mad” You say.

Ondreaz furrowed his eyebrow. “What do you mean? You okay?” He says.

“Yeah I’m fine. It’s just annoying.” You huffed rolling your eyes.

“Well come on show us.” Tony nudged you.

You sighed and pulled up the tweets.

Avani and Ondre sat on the same couch as you and Tony to see them.

You showed them Ryland’s tweet about Australia.

“Okay and do you not want him going to Australia?” Ondreaz laughed.

“You’re dumb. Noo!” You laughed rolling your eyes.

“Ohhh. I see.” Avani says, noticing Indiana’s comment.

“What?” Tony and Ondreaz say immediately looking over at Avani. They both looked confused as can be.

You laughed at their faces.

“Look at the comments.” She sassily says rolling her eyes at them. “I swear boys are so dumb!” She says annoyed.

You laugh agreeing.

They both looked at her comment.

“Okay what if she’s just being friendly?” Tony asked looking at you.

You and Avani faced each other and gave each other a what the fuck face.

“Okay clearly you know nothing about how girls act.” Avani says sarcastically.

“Okay okay what he means is what if she was just commenting on a friend's tweet? Like it’s a possibility. But I get how you see it. You can also see her as trying to flirt with Ryland.” Ondreaz added.

“Yeah thank you! No need to be mean!” Tony said, feeling offended.

You smiled at him and gave him a hug.

You both laughed.

“I totally agree with you Ondre. At first I was like what the fuck, but I didn’t want to overreact. Yet. So I looked further into it.” You say.

“Notice how she says yet.” Tony laughed.

“Hahaha so funny!” You said sarcastically at him. “But look, there's more.” You say going into her account.

You showed them her tweet.

“It can’t just be a coincidence. Like it just can’t.” You say sighing.

“Yeahh that whole traveling to Australia with someone special kinda seems suspicious since it’s right after Ryland’s tweet.” Ondreaz realized.

“Yeah what the fuck. Like she comments on his tweet saying how she “coincidently” knows people there and then makes a tweet on her own claiming how she wants to go with someone special. That’s just a big no!” Avani said.

“Exactly! So I’m kind of just trippin about it. Like I know Ryland and I aren’t “boyfriend and girlfriend” but it’s still like what the fuck you know.” I sighed leaning into the couch, sadly.

“Aww come over here!” Tony said embracing you into his arms. He placed you on his chest.

“Yeah you guys aren’t ‘girlfriend and boyfriend’ but you guys are clearly a thing and clearly talking. Literally everyone fucking knows that. So she’s literally just chasing clout, and hoping to get some spotlight.” Avani spoke.

“Yeah honestly I lost my respect for her. She seemed cool like she’s come by the house a few times. But you’re our girl and it ain’t cool what she’s doing.” Ondre said.

Tony nodded.

“Have you talked to him?” Tony said, looking down at you laying your head on his chest.

“Noooo. Definitely not stalling here, talking to you guys.” You say looking down.

“Okay you gotta go. Just talk to him.” Ondreaz said.

“Ughhhh fine.” You say standing up from Tony’s embrace. Tony frowned looking at you.

You laughed. “We can cuddle later.” You giggle.

“That's if you’re not cuddling with Ryland.” He said crossing his arms.

“You’re dumb. He’s gonna beat you up if you take me away from him especially if we’re cuddling.” You say walking towards the stairs.

“You know what I’m gonna dm this girl and tell her to keep commenting and flirting with Ryland so you can be sad and talk to us more and so we can cuddle. I miss my best friend!” He obnoxiously said.

“Oh my god possessive much!” Avani laughed.

You laughed at them and reached the top of the stairs. You went towards the direction of Ryland’s room.

Upon reaching the door to his room, you take a deep breath composing yourself. You then knock on the door sternly, ready to get this over with.

The door opened immediately, revealing Ryland’s smiling face. He looked like a little kid in a candy shop, what a simp.

“Sup Shawtyyy” He says trying to play it cool, but you could see right through him. You couldn’t help but smirk at the name but you then gave him a small glare, knowing you had business to handle. So you walked past him into the room. “Baby, what is it?” He says, sounding concerned.

“I’m mad!” You say in a baby tone, crossing your arms looking down at the ground.

“What why? But first tell me why you took soooo long. I was gonna die of getting so anxious to see your pretty face!” He exaggeratedly says.

You chuckle. “Well I’ve been here for the past 30 minutes just talking to Avani, Tony, and Ondre.”

He gasps loudly. “So you’re telling me that for the past hour and a half you’ve been with clown girl, helicopter, and Tony Lopez’s brother??” He loudly says, pretending to be offended.

“You’re so meann.” You say slightly shoving him as you giggle.

“We could have already eaten breakfast together and cuddled as we watched Outer Banks or gone out for a swim.” He says shaking his head pretending to be mad.

“I’m sorry Ry but Indiana was flirting with you!” You blurt out out exasperated, whipping out the tweets on your phone. Ryland looks down at the phone in your hand and suddenly bursts out into laughter.

You pout at him and cross your arms, acting like a child,

“Babeeee, it’s not funnyyyyy.” You say looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and a frown. He stops laughing and looks at you with a look of fondness across his face. He places a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way and comes closer.

“Shawty, you’re adorable when you act all jealous.” He says and places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. You feel butterflies filling your stomach at the words, but stand your ground.

“Are you going to go to Australia with her? Huh?” You say grumpily with a raised eyebrow, wanting to know what his answer would be. And he laughs once again.

“Y/N I wouldn’t go to Australia with anyone else in the world but you.” Your heart melts and you look at him waiting for him to say more. “I didn’t even respond to her tweet because you’re the only girl I want.” You smile widely at him and jump into his arms.

“Aww baby!” You say giving him a soft look. “That’s so sweet!” You say and give him a kiss on the cheek. He gives you a devilish grin and throws you on the bed. He stands towering above you.

“Now will the only girl in the world do me the honor of being my official, one and only...shawty.” He begins the sentence off serious, but he cracks a grin at the end. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his goofiness. You get on your knees on the bed so that you’re the same height as Ryland’s chest.

“Hmm...I don’t know.” You pause acting like you’re thinking. “Will you take me to Australia?” You joke with him.

He scoffs, “Already got the plane tickets booked.” He says back, jokingly. You throw your arms around his waist. In a swift movement you were on top of him as he was beneath you on the bed.

“Then yes. I will do you the honor of being your one and only shawty.” You smile warmly as you hang on tightly to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your face inches away from his. His hands placed on your hips.

“Perfect.” He whispers as he warmly looks into your eyes. He then trails them down to your lips. He smiles up at you and slowly places his lips on yours.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. Both lips were in sync. Both lips fit perfectly as if they were meant for one another. You both slowly pulled away from the kiss and intimately looked into each others eyes, like there was no other,

Ryland slowly sat up on the bed causing you to be on top of his lap. He took your legs and wrapped them around him. He put his arms around your lower back and pushed you closer to him, causing your inner thighs to be as close as possible to his body.

You smirked at his dirty actions and laughed, shaking your head.

He smirked back at you and smashed his lips onto yours. Before the kiss can turn into a makeout session you laugh into the kiss and he starts tickling you making you squirm out of his lap and onto the bed. He takes advantage of that and quickly hops on top of you, keeping you captured underneath him.

“Now let’s talk about those kisses.” He said referring to your texts from earlier.

“NOOO!” You giggle trying to get out from under him.

“You can’t escape me and my kisses.” He says pucking out his lips.

“HELPPP!” You yell out laughing.

“No ones gonna help you. The doors locked!” He devilshy said looking down at you.

“Nooo.” You yell loudly closing your eyes. You then hit his arms trying to get out from under him.

He then smirked, getting an idea in his head.

“I know how to fix this behavior!” He says seductively. He lifted one of his arms from towering over you and slowly pulled down the zipper from your Zappa jacket. Exposing your small shirt that tightly held your breasts together.

He threw the jacket at the door and his eyes lit up, looking at your boobs. He licked his lips at the sight of them from under the tight small shirt. He soon came out of his trance and went back to his plan.

He dove his head into the side of your neck and you gasped at the exhilarating feeling of his lips sucking on your neck.

“Fuckkk Ryland.” You moaned quietly. Your hips moving up to his body, wrapping your legs around his waist coming into contact with his hard bulge.

You decided to cause some friction with the two of you. You rubbed on his hard member with your wet one.

You felt Ryland stiffen up and hold in his breath. You continuously swifted your hips to his member wanting him to show the pleasure you’ve caused him. Two can play at that game.

He gave up and let out a loud moan and immediately put his hands to your hips directing the pace of your actions.

You both moaned out as the pleasure immensed with Ryland taking control and fastening your hip movements. He added onto the pleasure as he rode through the fabric. You closed your eyes and let your head fall to the bed. You pulled his curly hair not wanting to let out any more moans. You didn’t want anyone hearing you two.

“Okay okay.” You whispered, putting your hand on his chest, insinuating for him to stop. He slowly stopped and you both caught your breath.

“Fuck that was amazing!” You say pecking his lips.

“Damn this was only dry humping. And yet it was so great. I can’t imagine what it’s like to actually have sex with you.” He says looking down into your eyes.

You smiled blushing at him.

“I didn’t wanna stop but I don’t wanna rush things.” You say.

“No I totally get it. Officially getting together and having sex within the same time is a little crazy.” He laughs.

You giggle and nod.

“It’ll be so worth it. But breakfast?” You ask him as your eyes lit up with the thought of food.

“It will be as long as you don't make me wait till marriage.” He says curiosity roaming in his head.

You laugh. “I wouldn’t be able to stand that long of a wait. And plus you’re horny alllll the time.” You say laughing.

“You wanted breakfast right?” He says trying to change the subject and trying not to laugh at his hornyness.

“No no. We’re not changing the subject.” You laugh hitting him. “You literally posted a tiktok saying you were horny.”

“Okayy Okayy! Maybe sometimes.” He says not making eye contact.

“Literally all the time!” You say pushing him.

He laughs knowing you were right, showing his perfect top row of white teeth.

“Whatever. But now I get to satisfy my hornyness with you.” He says placing a kiss on your lips.

“Oh does that mean imma be booty called everyday?” You say with a stern look on your face.

“Oh don’t even act like you don’t feel the same way. I know you want me.” He says confidently as he looks you up and down.

“Crepes?” You say smiling.

“Oh look who’s changing the subject now with breakfast!” He says with an eyebrow raised.

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Authors Note: Since this imagine was written less than a year ago, Tony and Ondreaz Lopez were written on this imagine before they got cancelled. So if you don’t support them then imagine somebody else :) thank you all for understanding💜

[narwhalandchill]

hello i may have made it clear that i love this post already but. inhales. there's more to it too at least when you have My brainrot on the subject so let me add some of my musings to the OST thing too

so like, firstly, something that's just genuinely rent free for me and has been Since the narwhal has been a thing is just straight up the fact that childe's third phase is literally. called. "wrath of monoceros caeli". wrath of the celestial narwhal. when story-wise it is made very clear (they even double down on hammering it home when the track is played in the first genshin concert) that this scene. this phase of the fight during the liyue AQ. is EXPLICITLY about his individual outburst directed straight at us. his rage at thinking we have played him for a fool and gotten to the gnosis first.

HIS wrath. the song that they composed to showcase HIS emotion and rage. is called the wrath of the CELESTIAL NARWHAL.

like i keep joking about the same entity allegations going undodged between ajax and his narwhal but. holds head in hands JUST LOOK AT THIS. they could've called it the wrath of the harbinger or the young lord or the warrior or whatever the hell. wrath of the all-conquering tide. etc. but they called it the wrath of monoceros caeli. they pretty much made it so that "celestial narwhal" is essentially a SYNONYM. for childe ajax tartaglia in this occasion. this kills me irl

then there's the very clear whale sonar featured in the song too - not just the way the OST in general features very whalesong-adjacent sounds, but straight up clicks starting at 1.53 and the nature of those. because the only other OST that has featured explicit whale sonar motifs is silhouette of catastrophe AKA narwhal stomach phase.

(it's a whole thing there. TLDR with the beats and specific patterns of sonar used there they literally created the OST equivalent of "toothed whale aggressively hunts you down for sport in the dark and is About To Close In On You" as a sound. it's so sick i could talk about it forever. whereas in wrath of monoceros caeli the clicks are a lot more neutral, inquisitive almost, the kind a whale will use just to scope things out. was his narwhal lowkey checking in on him through their connection upon sensing his outburst of emotion? tbf this is just me reaching but kjwdjkdwjkwdjk it's such a rent free concept i love to think about it being a thing)

but like. isn't it so curious how whale sonar has been invoked in so few occasions and they wanted to feature it in the song about childe and his wrath in the golden house... like what does it meann.

(also if it was his sonar purely during wrath of monoceros caeli. why wouldn't it have been hostile and explicitly predatory the way the narwhal's sonar is during silhouette of catastrophe? Curious.)

and then YEAH lightless dissonance is just. wrath of monoceros caeli 2: electric boogaloo it's wild. and yeah sure people can argue about it being just because childe's About to show up but methinks there's more to it. they invoked the narwhal by name and through whalesong and sonar in a song about ajax' wrath. by this point i think the argument at best is that they're a package deal lmao

but like. a thing i keep thinking about with lightless dissonance is the way that initially the parts of wrath of monoceros caeli being included in the track when only the narwhal's appeared are childe's parts of the song that he doesn't share with any other harbinger's OST. and then it's only when ajax appears that the fatui leitmotif part of the OST appears. and i can't help but wonder if that's the difference there.

like the parts that play before ajax appears in foul legacy and before the leitmotif kicks in. are the parts of the OST that are about the constellation of monoceros caeli and that they both share and embody. because like, yeah that sound is building up to childe's jumpscare teleport appearance for sure, but that is ALSO the sound they CHOSE for when the narwhal is soloing neuvillette and about to enjoy a delicious french buffet. which is so curious to me. they purposefully had them share that sound. and had it fade out the second the narwhal dives back into the primordial sea and by that point it's only the fatui leitmotif playing.

anyway this will be haunting me for the next 3 years. hoyo give us answers

I want whatever the All Devouring Narwhal and Tartaglia have because damn.

The new OST release made me gave me another smack of how intertwined they are when the Narwhal makes it's appearance. Tartaglia's boss third phase is all over that track. Sure, you could argue that it's because his Foul Legacy makes an appearance and the motif does make an appearance when he comes onto the scene but christ.

There's something about a trans-dimensional creature being irrevocably bound to a mortal like Childe. Are they eldritch soulmates? Are they kindred? Two sides of a very strange coin? Is one impacting the other more? I don't know but it hits.

[karasunology]

━ ❛ ➶ LOVE IN TRANSLATION ❜

➜ a walk through of tsukishima's love languages told through headcanons.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ tsukishima kei <3

[ ♡ ] you've received one love note from jae ! would you like to read it ?

💌 . . . finished writing this 8 minutes before the day ends, and i'm already drowsy y'all. but i had another headcanon to write for iwaizumi😔✋ so f.

💌 . . . edit, now i'm posting this and realized i'm better at writing whenever i'm half asleep😌 anyways, hope you bubs enjoy this !! <33 aone would probably be next i hope. also requests are open!! almost done with my inbox & i have nothing to do, so send an ask and i'll write em.

TSUKISHIMA KEI.

➜ tsukishima, just like iwaizumi, is not the best at pda.

➜ but not because of the same reasons.

➜ homeboy was just not the best at showing those type of emotions, preferably to try and mask those in snarky, and obnoxiously mean remarks.

➜ bb boy needs to lay off his salt

➜ like he'll have a kidney stone one of these days ngl

➜ tsukishima was, surprisingly enough, the first one to confess between the two of you. reasons being that these overbearing feelings of his, that he was unaccustomed to was a bit too much for him and just decided to confess to you out of flustration.

➜ and in his thoughts, and i quote

“ just to get this over with ”

➜ he knew you wouldn't accept it so atleast he could it it off his chest and cry himself a river and get over it

➜ mans was too practical lmao

➜ but you didn't reject him, and in fact you returned the same overbearing feelings he carried that would create a whirl wind of emotions in the pits of your stomache, and he did not, in fact, cry himself a river

➜ because holysh!t you actually like him back ???

➜ homeboy never thought this through

➜ tsukishima never would have thought you'd accept his confession

➜ but nevertheless, he asked you out right after, still in deep shock and as if he was still floating in cloud nine.

➜ tsukishima was awkward when you guys started dating, no; it's probably you too.

➜ physical affection was OUT the window in the first start of your guys' relationship.

➜ and when you guys DO start attempting physical contact, he'd be so stiff lmaoo

➜ tsukki isn't showered in these types of affection okay?? you're probably his first s/o

➜ whenever you'd hug him with people around, he wouldn't buldge or would just entirely deny you of it

➜ s h i t  hurts tsukki :(

➜ it wasn't like he doesn't like you ─ goodness no, bb boy was probably wrapped around your finger.

➜ it wasn't an everyday sight seeing tuskishima with an s/o

➜ he just couldn't for the life of him do pda justttt yet, especially with all the eyes watching you two interact

➜ whenever tanaka or noya comments that he's too cold to you, or if anyone says that you deserve better, he'd do that shit-eating-grin, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANN

➜ THE ONE THAT MAKES THAT PUSSÉ WET 👅👀💅

➜ and say

“ atleast i have an s/o & not just go around asking kiyoko-san for her hand in marraige. ” to tanaka or noya

“ and you think you're better for her ? ” to anyone that dares say anything about y'all's relationship

➜ but would also have this guilt-tripping churning on his stomache because you probably did deserve better

➜ the day you guys had your first kiss was when a guy called him out, saying they were better for you than he could ever be.

➜ and out of his built up insecurities & flustration, y'all just had this tension between you two and next thing you knew, you guys were kissing

➜ which may or may not ended up as a makeup session🤪😳

➜ and he was just surprisingly?? good ?? at it??

➜ ugh sanaol

➜ after that incident, tsukishima and you talked your relationship through and his insecurities ( also another sign he's whipped for you, because he never does these type of shit. )

➜ bb boy was a bit more comfortable at physical affection with you

➜ pda? he'd probably kiss you in front of the person the person commenting unnecessary about your guys' relationship, or if anyone dares to flirt with you in front of him

➜ and he'd have you out of breath from it and would have that smirk on his lips

➜ fook let me just kiss you ahHh

➜ but other than that, he prefers to stay low on pda, though, holding hands is a must

➜ but not without a remark from our mcdonalds fry

“ your hands are too sweaty ”

➜ would 100% flick your forehead

➜ like if he ever thinks you're annoyingly cute, he'd just flick your forehead lmAOOO

➜ one time y'all were away from each other because he had training camp, and when you guys finallu saw each other again, you couldn't help but run up to him & kiss him mwahhh

➜ and he'd be like 😳🤢

“ disgusting, do it again. ”

➜ but would be the one to pull YOU into a kiss

➜ phew CHILEE🥵

➜ physical touches are already something

➜ but what about non-physical ones?

➜ nicknames

➜ N I C K N A M E S

➜ they are a MUST in your guys' relationship

➜ if you're short, homeboy would call you chibi-chan.

➜ if you have a huge forehead, bb biy would call you forehead-chan

➜ while you would call him megane-chan/kun

➜ tsukki is also a good one

➜ bitch too

➜ half would be so weird but are still endearing to the both of you

➜ doesn't let anyone else probably other than tadashi, akiteru & his mom to hold his glasses for him

➜ and you too

➜ he would let you touch it and wear it, though without a playful roll of the eyes and maybe a side remark, since he is tsukishima kei

➜ one time he was teasing you and acted too tired to put on his glasses and made you do it

➜ and while you guys were eye levelled as you guys sat in his bed, almost nose to nose👀😳 the second you put on his glasses on him perfectly, he'd pull your arm gently towards him as you landed safely onto his chest, his head ontop of yours and you guys just sat in silence;

➜ and with nothing but your two beating hearts created a whole new melody once they were molded together

➜ would call your grades trash✋ but would offer to study with you

➜ thus born, was your study sessions/dates

➜ would SHARE ! HIS ! EARPHONES ! WITH ! YOU AHHHHH

➜ PUTEKNAOL😤

➜ has bought headphones just for the sole purpose to listen to music with you

➜ AND NOT JUST THAT YALL

➜ 😭😭😭

➜ HE MAKES PLAYLISTS FOR YOU

➜ MARRY ME SIR

➜ UGH IM HIS CERTIFIED WH0RE

➜ AND IF YOU WOULD DO THE SAME, HE'D DROP ON HIS KNEES AND JUST MELT AND SAY “ i will marry this bitch one day ”

➜ y'all would probably listen to both playlist alternately while you guys just either vibe to it or fall asleep with each other

➜ i have other things to say but i have to stop myself from spoiler my new mini headcanons series coming soon