#to do in the afternoon. they usually do. and im fine w that.

[phagodyke]

day has passed in such a haze.. at least I get to leave work at 4:15 on mondays yippeee

[wall-eye]

Afternoon shift lady at my food service job: Would you mind if I went and took another smoke break while youre still here, honey?

Me, the midshift: I would kill gods for you. Go ahead.

[inlovewithfionaapple]

quite literally anything w/ spencer agnew!! maybe like a friends to lovers kinda vibe? or whatever you feel inspired by im not picky! thanks!!!!

just friends...right?

warnings: fluff, friends/co workers to lovers

wc: 754

an: i've been meaning to write something for him, but i haven't figured out what to write! thank you!! hope you like it!

smosh hq was always buzzing — filled with choatic energy, constant filming, half-finished cold brews, and in the midst of it all was spencer agnew, twirling a nerf ball around his fingers as he waited for the next sketch shoot to start.

"hey, dude, you ready?" y/n stood in the doorway to the green room, a smile playing at her mouth. she wore a smosh crew hoodie she would steal from wardrobe, sleeves pushed up, a pen tucked behind her ear.

spencer grinned — that easy, toothy grin he had — and tossed the ball up lazily.

 "born ready," he said, catching it one-handed.

y/n rolled her eyes dramatically. "yeah, you were absolutely ready just then, fully memorizing your lines. by throwing a foam ball at the ceiling."

he shrugged. "hey, it's called multitasking. brain exercise."

she snorted. it was so easy with spencer — like breathing. they'd started at smosh around the same time, both a little lost, a little wide-eyed, clinging to each other as the weirdness and brilliance of the place swallowed them up. at first it had been late-night editing sessions, swapping bad jokes, surviving impossible deadlines. then came the inside jokes, the way they’d wordlessly team up during improv games, the way spencer could always, always make her laugh — even when she was stressed, tired, or just over it.

and somewhere along the way... something shifted.

not that she was admitting it.

not when he was still spencer, still the guy who wore mismatched socks and made dad jokes and sometimes looked at her for a second too long 

"you’re spacing out," spencer teased, walking over and bumping his shoulder into hers. "nervous? you should be. i'm about to absolutely crush this sketch."

"ha, sure you are," y/n said, nudging him back. she smiled, but there was a funny, warm pressure building in her chest — the kind that had been creeping up more and more lately whenever he stood too close, laughed too loud, or said her name like it meant something.

maybe it did mean something.

maybe she was in way more trouble than she thought.

ater that day, after a chaotic filming session involving fake blood, a wig that wouldn't stay on, and ian corpsing so hard they had to reset six times, y/n collapsed onto the worn couch in the lounge, groaning dramatically.

"i don't think my brain works anymore," she announced to no one in particular.

spencer dropped down beside her, flopping his head back dramatically. "same. it's just soup up there now. good soup."

"bad soup," y/n corrected him. "chunky, cursed soup."

he laughed, and the sound of it wrapped around her like a hug she didn’t know she needed.

for a moment, they just sat there — the late afternoon light streaming through the cracked blinds, the murmur of the rest of the team still packing up equipment.

 it should have been easy. comfortable. it always was.

but now y/n could feel every inch of space between them.

 and every inch that wasn’t.

"hey," spencer said, voice softer than usual. he shifted to look at her properly. "you doing okay?"

she blinked, thrown by the seriousness in his tone.

 "yeah, just tired. long day."

he studied her for a second — really looked at her, like he was trying to read something between the lines.

 "you know you can tell me if it's more than that, right?"

her throat tightened.

 god, he was so good.

 too good.

"i'm fine," she said, forcing a smile. "promise."

spencer hesitated, then nodded. but he didn’t look convinced.

and when his hand brushed lightly against hers, whether on purpose or by accident, y/n didn’t move away.

she couldn't.

something electric zipped up her arm — stupid, cliché, heart-racing electricity — and she hated how much she liked it.

or maybe she didn’t hate it at all.

that night, y/n found herself staring at her phone long after she should've been asleep.

a new text from spencer blinked up at her:

[spencer]

 i had fun today.

 even tho you almost got me killed w the fake blood slip lol

 you're my favorite person to film with

 just thought you should know 💙

the little blue heart almost wrecked her.

y/n buried her face in her pillow and screamed into it softly.

because somewhere deep down, a truth she'd been avoiding finally crashed into her.

she didn’t just like spencer.

she was in love with him.

and now she had no idea what to do about it.

[hyuniemyunie]

hello!!

I was wondering if you could do a Kaeya or diluc x chubby!reader and they have a snowball fight? I just started playing Genshin impact and I love the them so much 😭

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, please don't burn yourself out trying!

Im sorry if I wasted your time!

Frosty Feud

kaeya and diluc x gn!reader (romantic separately, together platonic.)

sfw

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(ФωФ): diluc and kaeya together r platonic w reader, but romantic separate

HIIII! omg, not at all! youre not wasting my time, dont be sorry:( youre so sweet, dw dw

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

You were bundled up so tightly that you felt more like a burrito than a person. The thick coat hugged your body, layered with scarves that practically swallowed your neck, and a pair of mittens that were so oversized they made your hands look cartoonishly large. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you trudged through the icy path leading to the winery, muttering under your breath about how Kaeya had tricked you into coming out in the cold.

"Come on, sunshine," Kaeya had purred the day before, a smirk plastered on his face. "What’s the point of winter if you don’t get out and enjoy it? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little snow."

You had rolled your eyes, but Kaeya knew exactly which buttons to press to get you to agree. "Scared? Me? Please," you had scoffed. And now? Here you were, bundled like a marshmallow, regretting every single decision that led you to this moment.

The gates of Dawn Winery stood tall before you, frosted and dusted with delicate snowflakes. A familiar figure stood nearby, arms crossed and red hair catching the glow of the late afternoon sun. Diluc, ever the stoic, was watching you approach with a subtle arch of his brow, a trace of amusement softening his usual guarded expression.

"You’re late," he commented, though there was no real reprimand in his tone. His breath formed little puffs of fog in the crisp air.

"Blame your annoying brother," you grumbled, tugging your scarf up higher to shield your nose from the cold. "He’s the one who dragged me into this mess."

“Ah, don’t be like that,” came a smooth, playful voice from behind. You barely had time to turn before something cold and distinctly wet smashed against the side of your head.

“KA—!”

Your shriek echoed across the winery as icy slush trickled down the side of your face. You spun around to see Kaeya standing a few feet away, an innocent grin plastered on his face, one eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oops,” he drawled, shrugging dramatically. “My hand slipped.”

“YOU—!”

Before you could even think, your gloved hands were scooping up a chunk of snow, compressing it into a solid ball. You didn’t even aim properly before chucking it straight at Kaeya.

Kaeya yelped, dodging the snowball just in time for it to sail past him—right into Diluc’s chest.

Silence.

The air grew thick as both you and Kaeya froze, eyes widening in unison. Diluc blinked, glancing down at the remnants of the snowball splattered across his coat. His gloved fingers brushed the ice away, movements slow and deliberate.

“Oh,” Kaeya murmured, barely above a whisper. “You’ve done it now.”

You swallowed hard, taking a step back. “I… didn’t mean to hit him,” you mumbled, but your voice was drowned out by the ominous creak of leather as Diluc’s gloves tightened around the snowball he had just formed.

“Run,” Kaeya hissed, grabbing your arm.

But it was too late.

Diluc moved like a shadow, swift and silent, launching his snowball with deadly precision. It smacked Kaeya square in the shoulder, sending him staggering back with a grunt.

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it, huh?” Kaeya grinned, eyes glinting with excitement as he scooped up another ball. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warn me about wh—?”

Thwack.

The next thing you knew, a snowball hit you right in the stomach, making you stumble. You gasped, not from pain but from sheer betrayal.

“AH—!” You turned to glare at him, but the Cavalry Captain was already sprinting to take cover behind a tree. “You little—!”

“Don’t just stand there,” Diluc called, his expression calm but the corner of his lips barely resisting a smile. “Unless you want to lose.”

That was all the motivation you needed.

---

Snowballs flew in every direction, the battlefield that was the winery grounds now littered with splattered snow and echoing with laughter.

Kaeya, ever the strategist, was darting between trees and barrels, his movements swift as he lobbed snowballs with precision. His blue cloak flared behind him as he ducked behind the branches, occasionally peeking out to toss a cheeky wink your way before disappearing again.

“Come on, sweetheart!” Kaeya’s voice echoed, taunting and playful. “You’re not gonna let me win that easily, are you?”

“Don’t call me that while I’m plotting your demise!” you shouted, your own hands busily forming a mound of ammunition.

“Focus,” Diluc murmured beside you, his tone calm and composed as he knelt down, forming perfectly spherical snowballs like it was an art form. His movements were meticulous, efficient—because of course, even in this, Diluc was diligent.

“I am focused,” you mumbled, but your aim was… questionable. Half your snowballs either missed Kaeya entirely or hit the tree he was hiding behind.

Diluc sighed, glancing at your lumpy, misshapen snowballs with barely concealed disappointment. “Do you want help?”

“No!” you huffed. “I got this.”

He gave you a look. That look. The one that said, You’re hopeless but I’ll indulge you.

But then, Kaeya decided to ruin everything.

“Diluc,” Kaeya cooed, his voice sing-song and full of mischief. “Are you really going to let 'em do all the work? Tsk tsk, big brother. I thought you were better than that.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you warned, but Diluc’s jaw clenched just enough to show he was taking the bait.

“Fine,” Diluc muttered under his breath. “If that’s how he wants to play.”

You barely had time to register the shift in the air before Diluc’s snowball hit Kaeya square in the back of the head.

“ACK!” Kaeya yelped, his dramatic spin almost sending him face-first into the snow. “Diluc!”

“Payback,” Diluc said calmly, brushing stray snowflakes from his gloves.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Kaeya narrowed his eye, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “Alright, big brother. You asked for it.”

---

The war escalated.

Snowballs rained down from all directions. You, somehow, ended up caught in the crossfire. Kaeya was ducking and dodging with the grace of a cat, his lithe form slipping between obstacles as he pelted snow with precision. Diluc, on the other hand, was a fortress—steady, calculating, and merciless in his assault.

“Guys,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as another snowball narrowly missed your ear. “Maybe we should—”

WHOMP.

A giant snowball, courtesy of Diluc, smacked into Kaeya’s side, sending him toppling into the snow.

Kaeya lay there for a moment, face-down, arms sprawled out dramatically. “Betrayal,” he murmured, voice muffled by the snow. “Utter betrayal.”

“You started it,” Diluc replied, utterly unimpressed.

But Kaeya wasn’t done.

“Ohhh,” Kaeya groaned, slowly rolling onto his back. “I think… I’m dying.”

“Good,” Diluc deadpanned.

“Tell Jean… she can have my collection of wine.”

“Jean doesn’t want your wine,” you chimed in, barely holding back a giggle.

“Tell Albedo… he can have my manuscripts.”

“He doesn’t want those either.”

“Tell—”

“Kaeya,” Diluc cut in, exasperated. “Get up.”

“I can’t,” Kaeya whimpered. “The light… it’s fading…”

“Oh, for the love of Barbatos.” You stomped over, grabbing a fistful of snow and dumping it over Kaeya’s face.

“AAH—!” Kaeya spluttered, flailing as he sat up, wiping the snow off. “Alright, alright! I yield!”

“That’s what I thought.” You crossed your arms, smug despite being drenched and half-frozen.

Diluc was standing off to the side, arms crossed, a barely-there smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I hate you both,” Kaeya muttered, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed his words.

“Good,” you chirped, plopping down beside him, shivering but grinning. “Now let’s go inside before I freeze to death.”

“Agreed,” Diluc said, already turning toward the winery.

“Race you,” Kaeya challenged, a glint of mischief returning.

“Absolutely not,” Diluc deadpanned.

“Come on, big brother,” Kaeya teased, his grin widening. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

You just shook your head, sighing deeply as you trudged after them.

You loved these idiots.

Even if they were the reason you were soaked, freezing, and plotting their demise the next time snow graced Mondstadt. But for now?

You wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Frostbitten Kisses and Snowy Confessions

The wind nipped at your nose as the first snow of the season blanketed Mondstadt, painting the familiar cobblestone streets and towering city walls in a pristine white. You had barely stepped outside the gates before a chill ran down your spine, the icy air biting through your coat despite the layers you had bundled yourself in.

Kaeya had insisted you go out with him to "enjoy the beauty of the season"—his words, not yours—and honestly, you had been hesitant. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the snow, but the cold was another story. And knowing Kaeya, there was always an ulterior motive. But when he flashed that damn smile, all cocky and charming, with a promise of warming up together afterward? You were a goner.

Now, you were standing by the bridge overlooking Cider Lake, watching how the water had frozen over just enough for a thin layer of ice to shimmer under the afternoon sun. Kaeya stood beside you, leaning against the stone railing with an air of nonchalance, the wind teasing through his azure hair. His coat was open—open—despite the biting cold, and he looked completely unfazed.

"You're going to freeze," you muttered, tugging your scarf tighter around your neck, cheeks already flushed from the chill.

Kaeya's eye slid to you, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh? And here I thought you'd warm me up if I did."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the little smile that crept onto your face. "Maybe I should let you freeze a little. Teach you a lesson."

His hand found yours, gloved fingers intertwining with yours as he brought them to his lips, brushing a featherlight kiss over the fabric. "Now, now," he murmured against your knuckles, voice a soft purr that sent warmth cascading down your spine. "Would you really be that cruel to me?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but the glint in his eye told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You know," he drawled, releasing your hand but staying close, his body brushing against yours as he leaned in slightly, "all this snow is just going to waste."

You blinked. "What?"

Kaeya grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Don't you think it's a shame no one's having a little fun with it?"

Your brow furrowed. "Kaeya, what are you—"

SMACK.

Something cold and wet exploded against your shoulder, soaking into the fabric of your coat.

You froze.(haha get it)

Slowly, slowly, you turned your head, wide-eyed and disbelieving, to find Kaeya standing a few steps away now, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Did you just—"

He was already bending down, gathering another handful of snow, packing it effortlessly into a perfect sphere. His eye met yours, and that grin? Oh, he was asking for it.

"Kaeya Alberich," you warned, voice low, but he just gave you that damn smirk.

"Catch me if you can, sweetheart."

And then he bolted.

"Oh, you asshole!"

Without a second thought, you scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it after him, missing by a mile as he laughed, his breath puffing out in little clouds against the winter air. But you were not one to be outdone—especially not by him.

You took off after him, snow crunching under your boots as you chased him through the open field beyond the bridge. Kaeya was fast—too fast, damn him—but you had something he didn’t.

Stubbornness.

"Kaeya!" you shouted, breath hitching as you ducked behind a tree for cover, gathering snow between your gloved hands as quickly as you could. "You better pray I don't catch you!"

"Catch me?" His voice echoed from somewhere ahead, laced with amusement. "Oh, darling, I’m counting on it."

SMACK.

You yelped as another snowball hit your side, the cold seeping through to your skin.

"Alright," you muttered under your breath, narrowing your eyes. "You wanna play?"

You moved with purpose, creeping along the tree line, keeping low and out of sight. You spotted Kaeya a few feet away, crouched behind a pile of snow, another perfectly shaped snowball in his hand. He was scanning the area, lips pressed together in thought—perfect.

Grinning, you packed the snow tightly in your hands, aiming carefully—

Thwack.

The snowball hit him square in the chest.

Kaeya stumbled back, his eye widening as he looked down at the white splotch spreading across his coat.

"Gotcha!"

His head snapped up, and you saw the moment the playful challenge lit in his eye.

"Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart."

Your grin faltered.

"Kaeya—"

But it was too late. He was already charging toward you, a mischievous gleam in his eye, and you barely had time to turn before he tackled you gently into a snowbank, sending a flurry of white powder exploding around you both.

You shrieked, laughter bubbling out as you landed with a soft oof, the weight of him pinning you down just enough to make escape impossible. His arms caged you in, snow clinging to his hair and clothes, but he was grinning down at you like he had just won the lottery.

"Trapped," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction.

You huffed, breathless but smiling. "Cheater."

"Me?" His lips quirked, brushing dangerously close to yours. "Never."

Your heart hammered in your chest, and for a moment, the world was just... quiet.

The cold air bit at your skin, but Kaeya's warmth was all you could focus on. His body pressed close to yours, the scent of him—crisp, cool, and intoxicating—filling your senses.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent, as his gloved hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. His eye traced over your features like he was memorizing every curve, every spot, every breath.

Your cheeks flushed, though you weren't sure if it was from the cold or the way he was looking at you. "Kaeya..."

"You take my breath away, you know that?"

His lips were on yours before you could respond, and the kiss was everything—warm, sweet, and just a little bit desperate. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cold air.

"You're shivering," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours again in a ghost of a kiss.

"Maybe if someone hadn’t tackled me into the snow..."

Kaeya chuckled, low and velvety, the sound sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

"Come on," he whispered, gently helping you up and brushing the snow from your coat. "Let's get you warmed up."

"Hot chocolate?" you asked hopefully, eyes bright despite the chill.

"Anything you want," he murmured, his fingers lacing with yours as he tugged you toward the city.

As you walked, Kaeya pulled you close, his arm wrapping securely around you to shield you from the cold. But even with the snow falling softly around you and the icy breeze nipping at your skin, you felt nothing but warmth.

Because with Kaeya by your side?

You were always warm.

Embers in the Snow

The wind swept through the Mondstadt countryside, carrying with it a flurry of snow that dusted the already frosted grass and glimmering rooftops of Dawn Winery. The air was crisp, each breath a puff of white against the winter chill, but the beauty of the season was undeniable. Snow blanketed the vineyards in pristine silence, the world hushed and peaceful, save for the soft crunch of your boots as you walked beside Diluc.

You tugged your coat tighter around yourself, the scarf he had given you wrapped snugly around your neck. It smelled faintly of him—of firewood, wine, something uniquely Diluc—and the comforting scent was enough to make you forget just how cold it was.

"I still don’t know how you convinced me to come out here," you murmured, your voice muffled by the scarf.

Diluc glanced at you, his eyes softening as a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You’ve been cooped up inside for days," he said quietly, his tone gentle, but laced with the quiet concern he always carried for you. "I thought... a little fresh air might do you some good."

Your heart gave a little flutter at the thoughtfulness behind his words.

"You're sweet," you mumbled, leaning into his side just a little, seeking warmth.

Diluc’s arm instinctively came up, wrapping around you to pull you closer. His touch was always so warm—almost too warm sometimes, but right now? It was perfect.

"Cold?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple as he spoke.

"Mmhm," you hummed, burrowing against him with a sigh. "You’re like a walking heater. I’m using you for warmth."

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I don’t mind," he murmured, his voice low. "As long as you stay close."

You smiled, your heart fluttering again, but then—

Thwack.

Something cold and wet hit the side of your leg, and you blinked, confusion washing over you.

"What was that?"

You barely had time to register what had happened before another snowball whizzed past your ear, narrowly missing you.

"What the—"

SMACK.

A third one landed squarely on your shoulder, sending a shower of snow cascading down your coat.

Slowly—slowly—you turned to look at Diluc, suspicion already brewing in your chest.

But his face was the picture of innocence, his expression calm and composed, though his lips were pressed together just a little too tightly, as if he was trying to suppress a smile.

"Diluc," you said, your voice low, warning.

"Yes?" His tone was perfectly neutral, but there was a glint in his eyes—a spark.

"Did you just—"

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," he said smoothly, but the way he was shifting his weight slightly, just a little too ready to move—yeah, you weren’t buying it.

You narrowed your eyes.

"Oh, you did not."

And then he moved.

You barely saw it coming—barely—but Diluc was already reaching down, another handful of snow gathered in his gloved hand.

Oh.

So that’s how he wanted to play this.

"Ragnvindr," you warned, taking a cautious step back.

He tilted his head, crimson eyes dancing with amusement. "Yes, my love?"

Oh, he was asking for it.

"You’re dead."

Before he could throw the next snowball, you bent down, scooping up as much snow as you could in one go and packing it tightly in your gloved hands.

Diluc’s eyes widened slightly—just a flicker of surprise before he schooled his expression back into calm composure.

But you knew better.

You hurled the snowball with all your might, aiming straight for his chest.

Thwack.

It hit him squarely, sending a spray of white powder across his coat.

And for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

You held your breath, watching as Diluc looked down at the splotch of snow on his usually pristine coat, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. His gloved fingers brushed some of it away, the movement slow, deliberate.

Then, his eyes lifted to meet yours.

Oh.

You knew that look.

You were in trouble.

"Diluc—"

But he was already moving.

"Run," he murmured, and the single word sent a jolt of adrenaline through you.

You turned on your heel, bolting toward the vineyards, the sound of snow crunching underfoot the only thing filling the air as you sprinted. But you could feel him behind you, his footsteps quiet but steady, closing the distance between you with alarming speed.

"You can’t outrun me, you know," his voice was closer than you expected, a teasing lilt lacing his words.

"I can try!" you shouted, laughter bubbling up despite yourself as you stumbled through the snow, slipping slightly but catching yourself.

"Careful," he murmured, suddenly right behind you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Too close.

You barely had time to react before you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you down into the snow with him in one smooth, effortless motion.

A surprised yelp escaped your lips as you tumbled down, landing in a soft pile of snow with Diluc’s weight partially pinning you beneath him. The world tilted for a moment, the cold biting at your skin, but none of it mattered—not when Diluc was this close, his body warm against yours, his breath mingling with the winter air between you.

"Got you," he murmured, his voice low, his lips brushing softly against the shell of your ear.

You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His crimson hair was dusted with snow, his cheeks flushed from the cold, and his eyes—those beautiful, fiery eyes—were watching you with something that made the cold melt away entirely.

"Cheater," you mumbled, breathless but smiling as your fingers brushed against his cheek, wiping away a stray flake of snow.

"Perhaps," he murmured, leaning in just a little closer, his nose brushing against yours. "But only because I wanted to be close to you."

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding as his lips hovered just inches from yours.

"Diluc..."

"I love you," he whispered, the words barely louder than the wind, but they echoed in your heart, warming you from the inside out.

"I love you too," you murmured, and then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, gentle—tentative. But then, his hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up, and the kiss deepened.

His lips moved against yours with slow, deliberate care, you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cold air.

"You're shivering," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with concern.

"Maybe," you admitted, your cheeks flushed, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or the way he was looking at you.

"Let’s go inside," he murmured, brushing his lips against your forehead, the softness of the gesture making your heart flutter. "I’ll make us something warm."

"Hot chocolate?" you asked hopefully, your eyes bright despite the chill.

"Of course, my love." he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As he helped you up, his hand never leaving yours, you couldn’t help but marvel at how—despite the cold, despite the snow—being with Diluc always made you feel so incredibly warm.

Because with him?

You were never cold.

Not ever.

[luvyeni]

❛A VERY HAPPY ENDING❜ ( l. felix )

p. masseuse!felix x fem!reader w. 2.3k

warnings? fingering, boob play, oral ( f. receiving ), uprotected sex, cum eating

— 𖦹 ( you're in need of a break and to relax, so your friend makes you a well needed reservation at a massage parlor ) !

authors note. i suddenly remember when felix would go around and give people massages and i came up with this, so enjoy 😁.

“Jesus yn, what the hell happened in here?” your roommate entered your room. “it’s like a tornado hit your room; did this, left — spun the block and hit it again.” She said, stepping over the pile of clothes on the floor to your bed. “im sorry I didn’t have enough time this week to clean, too busy at work.”

“looks like you didn’t have the time to do your hair and anything else, you look like a hobo.” You clicked away at your keyboard, rolling your eyes. “did you come in here to insult me?” you questioned. “cause that could’ve been a text.”

“I came in here to tell you that you need to take a break, you’re working yourself to death.” She voiced her concerns. “im fine.” You said. “baby no you not and that’s okay, we can fix that cause you can’t keep living like this.” She was right, — your job had recently had layoffs and you and the rest of the people that were spared were worked to the bone to replace the missing people; which meant more work and long hours, so you didn’t have much time to do anything.

“living like what?” you turned in your chair. “babe when was the last time you had any me time?” you shrugged. “maybe about a month ago, I think.” She sighed. “exactly you need to relax, that’s why as your roommate and the bestest friend in the world, I took the liberty of scheduling us both for a massage at my favorite masseuse parlor this weekend.”

“I don’t have time this weekend there’s a— nope I don’t want to hear it.” She covered her ears. “you’re gonna put the laptop down this weekend and go out and have some relaxation time.” She said. “even if I have to drag you out myself.”

You sighed, knowing your friends wouldn’t back down unless you agreed. “fine we’ll go.” She clapped, standing up. “great!” she chipped. “its gonna be great, I swear you’ll feel like a new woman after this.” She said hugging you; before making her way to the door, looking around the room once more. “and maybe then you’ll come to your senses and clean this pigsty.” She scrunched her nose up in disgust before leaving out.

The next few days were busy and finally Friday rolled around and the weekend was finally here. That evening you got home and your friend was already going at your room claiming ‘we need to get this together before we become new women.” You sighed, dropping your bag; changing your clothes before you also jumped in and you tackled the crazy that was your room; you both finished; covered in sweat from the deep clean. “girl you better be paying me fore that.” Your friend huffed. “I worked like a damn dog.”

“thank you.” You said, ready to take a shower and hop into bed. “no problems girl.” Your friend hopped up. “now get some sleep cause our girls day starts at 10:30 am sharp.” She skipped out her room. “and make sure to tidy up down there.” She pointed to your below area. “why do I need to do that?” you crossed your legs. “just listen to me, and do it goodnight.”

“is it noticeable.” You said looking down; had it been a long time? “no.” you scoffed getting your pajamas ready. “shes crazy.” You said, thinking for a minute. “well it couldn’t hurt anyone.” You grabbed a new razor from your nightstand before making your way into the bathroom.

The next day you a woken feeling a little bit more refreshed than usual; sleeping in a little later than normal and in a clean room really was nice. You woke up, getting ready for the day with your roommate.

You spent the whole morning and early afternoon out with your roommate; getting your hair and nails done, shopping for new clothes and other things for the apartment. It was almost time for you both to head over to the massage place; so you stopped for lunch then headed right over.

“we’re here.” She pulled into the parking lot. “it even looks fancy outside.” You stepped out of the car. “I booked our appointments for a least busy time so it should be empty so we won’t have to wait long.” You both walked into the place, standing at the front desk. “hello?” you friend tapped the bells and a boy came scurrying out.

“hello, welcome to our day spa, do you both have a appointment?” he said. “yes we do its under (f/l/n).” he typed down on the computer, your friend turned to you mouthing ‘he’s cute’ to which you shook your head at her antics.

“oh here it is.” He laughed after struggling to find it. “which one of you is scheduled for felix and which one of you is scheduled for changbin?” you turned to your friend. “does it matter?” she nodded. “changbin is much muscular and he hits all the right places “ you furrowed your eye brows. “you seem to know a lot about this place.”

“if I may?” the man in front of you said. “felix is very good too, he’s the most popular here, everyone always asks for him.” You nod, well if he’s good that’s all that matters, anyway a massage is a massage. “okay.”

He guided you both to two different rooms. “you can go in there and you there, they both should be here soon so you can get undressed and wait.” He walked away. “undressed?” you turned to your friend. “yeah you have to fully be undressed.” She said. “is that why you told me to shave?” she winked, walking into her room shutting the door. “crazy.” You walked into your room closing the door.

You stripped down to your underwear, taking the towel, wrapping it around your waist, pulling your panties down your leg, sitting them down on your pile of clothes — just as the door opened, making you jump, covering your chest. “oh im sorry I thought you’d be laying down already.” He said. “its okay.” You said. “I was just finishing up.”

“well you can lay down now and we can start.” He dimmed the lights. “I can light candles if you want.” You smiled, nodding. “thank you.” You laid down, your boobs hitting the cold leather, making you hiss at the sensation. “you okay?” felix finished lightning the last candle. “y-yes im fine.” You felt your face heat up that he heard that noise. “okay we can get started now.”

You rested your head on your arms; you felt a warm liquid hit your back, making you flinch. “is it too hot?” you shook your head. “just shocked me a little.” You heard him chuckle. “don’t be scared, its just eucalyptus and peppermint oil.” He explained, you felt him rubbing it along your back, you sighed at his touch. “it helps with inflammation and pain.”

The boy in the front was right; he was a godsend with his hands, it’s like he knew you like the back of his hand, hitting all the right places, your body slowly began to relax. “you seem so tense, do you work a lot?” he asked. You hummed. “its not good to work like that, too much stress can cause a lot of knots and that causes pain.” He pressed down on one spot that made your eyes shoot open; a low whimper coming out of your mouth.

“oh , im sorry.” You cursed at yourself, embarrassed at how it just slipped out. “that’s good, it means I’m doing a good job.” He said. “don’t be embarrassed.” He said in a low soft tone, his deep voice sending a wave of arousal in your gut. “let out all the noises you want.”

His hands moved to your side, rubbing them gently; making his way up to the side of your boobs. “is this okay?” you hummed, pretty sure at this point you’d let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept talking to you like that.

His hands rubbed the sides of your bust gently, you bit your lip to contain any noises that tried to force their way out. “you don’t have to hide them.” He said. “I want to hear them.” You couldn’t for the life of you wrap your head around why this stranger has such an effect on you; but you didn’t stop the next noise that came out of your mouth. “fu-fuck.”

He worked down your back, right above your ass, where the towel covered, pressing down. “its seems really tense here.” He pressed down harder, you whimpered. He worked down to your legs, pushing the towel to sit right above your thighs. He poured some more warm oil on your legs, rubbing your calves, making his way up to your thighs — dangerously close to your bare bottom.

Felix never would’ve done this with another client; he would’ve stopped right at your back — but he couldn’t help it, you were making so much noise and he had to admit; it was turning him on, a lot — and he wanted to see how far he could go.

His hands were entering dangerous territory as he rubbed the in of your thighs, you could feel the heat of his fingers on your cunt, he could easily touch it if he wanted — and you really wanted him to.

It’s like he read your mind cause his next words made your heart race. “if you want me to touch you, you have to say something.” He said. “I wont do anything you don’t want me to.” He said. “i-I want you to.” You said breathlessly. “then turn around.”

You turned on your back, his hands work all the back up to your boobs, gently cupping them; you let out a soft moan. “let me hear you.” He pinched your bud, your back arched up; giving him the leeway to undo the towel, your bare cunt for him to see — thank god you shaved. “so pretty.” His hands travel down to your pussy, lightly touching it. “pl-please.”

“you want me to touch you?” you nodding. “ye-yes.” He smiled, his hand spreading your legs; fingers grazing your clit. “good you used your words.” He rubbed your clit, spreading your folds. “such a pretty cunt.” He whispered. “so soft.” He pushed a finger inside of you. “so wet.” He moved his fingers in and out of you, curling the to hit that gummy spot inside of you. “you gonna cum, I can feel you clenching.” He used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. “you can cum.”

And just like that you were on his finger, moaning out loud. “so loud.” he sat on the massage table in front of your breathless naked body. “I want to hear more.” He kissed your neck, climbing on top of your body to leave little kisses down the valley of your breath, taking a nipple into his mouth as he sat on his knees in between your legs, his hard cock evident as he pressed it against your cunt.

“sh-shit.” You moaned as he grinding his hips against you, sucking on your nipples. “pl-please fuck me.” That was all he needed, before he undid his pants freeing his hard cock. “you sure you want to do this?” he said. “im a stranger and — I want this, please.” You needed this, you needed him to fuck you. “please fuck me.”

He pressed his tip against your cunt, pushing himself inside of you. “oh fuck you’re so tight.” He slowly worked himself in and out of you. “you need to relax, you’re so tense I can barely -fuck- I can barely move inside of you.” You whined as he used the pad of his thumb to rub your bud. “that’s it.” He sighed. “open up for me.”

He moved his hips fluidity, his cock hitting all the spots your vibrator just didn’t. “fe-felix.” His name flowing right out of your mouth as he worked his way in and out of you. “fe-feels so good.” He moved faster, you felt your orgasm approaching. “im gonna cum.” Your voice was shaky as your clenched tightly around him.

“fuck me too.” He grunted, he moving faster. “felix im cumming.” You gasped, the knot in your stomach snapping as you came. “shit you’re too tight.” He moaned, his orgasm approaching quickly. “shit.” He pulled out as fast as he could, cumming all over your cunt. “fuck.”

“one more.” He said, his face near your cunt. “I want to give you one more.” He licked your folds, the taste of your cunt and his cum on his tongue was dizzying. “fu-fuck.” You were feeling overstimulated at the point, but you still felt your third orgasm approaching fast. “oh fuck.” You gasped. “fuck im gonna cum!” thinking he was gonna move away, but he didn’t he stayed there drinking up all you have to offer. “fe-felix.” You had to push his head away to keep him from going on.

He pulled away, wiping his mouth; your body was fully relaxed by now; the service time was probably long over. “shit my boss is gonna kill me.” He quickly redressed himself, helping you get dressed. “that sounded harsh, I really liked it.” He said, you laughed, pulling your shirt down. “I understand, my friend has probably called me a thousand times.” You pulled out your phone, and believe it or not there were no phone calls from her, but two text messages.

(friends name)🩷| I told you you’d like him…

(friends name)🩷| have fun girl, I’ll wait in the car😉

Your face burned with embarrassment. “I would like to see you again.” He said. “me-me?” he nodded. “yes, if that’s okay.” You nodded. “I would love to see you again.” He smiled, as you gave him your number. “lets see each other soon.” He nodded. “is the weekend coming up okay?” he wanted to see you as soon as he could — he needed to. “We can get dinner and maybe see a movie.” He moved closer to you, caging you against the bed a smirk on his face.

“and I can give you a even better happy ending than today, only if you’re good though.”

©️LUVYENI

[pumpkinsy0]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! IM TWOBIT AND TIM SHEPARD AGE!! not to get mushy bc EW but your account had held me together this past year so THANK YOU THANK YOU

it would so so nice of you to do literally ANYTHING papercut perchance? i’ll send you non chocolate on chocolate cake should you like :D HAVE A GOOD DAY

WOOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY APRIL BABIES WE UP🗣️🗣️ IM SORRY IM REPLYING TO THIS LATE BUT I RLLY DO HOPE UR HAVING A GREAT BDAY AND IM GLAD I COULD SUPPORT U BUT I WOULDNT B HERE WITHOUT U🫵🏽THANK U FOR UR SUPPORT EVERYDA Y AND ALWAYS!!!! I DEDICATE THIS TO U

take a small fic!!! now this is short as shit, maybe not thee most polished but whooo caressss omfgggg 😒😒😒 i tried what i could💔💔

fun fact: i wrote this while listening to frontin by pharrell i feel like saying that w the vibes of this fic it’s a lil obvious

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“Well, why the hell is a table gendered?”

“I dont know, ask the dead bastard who made the stupid language, not me.”

For what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon, their backsides practically imprinted onto the wooden chairs, Pony erased his mistake.

“For a French tutor, you suck at teaching— know that, yeah?”

Curly looked over at Pony, raising an eyebrow, moving his toothpick with his tongue, giving him a once-over, and grinning. Curly stretched his arms out, and usually it takes everything in Pony to not stare at his short riding up, showing off his midriff, just to not give Curly the satisfaction— but the way this French homework was getting on his nerve?

There wasn’t much of a fight for today.

“Listen here,” Curly said, gettin real close to his face for this one, the toothpick now out of Curly’s mouth to be twirled onto Pony’s thigh, the small sharp stinging pain not enough to rip himself away from Curly’s gaze. His breath on Pony’s lips as familiar as the spring breeze outside, “It’s either you get me and have a good time.”

He edged closer, and if he did any more, they would become one, but for now— Pony feels Curly’s lips simply grazing his, almost like Curly’s mouthing a secret to Pony that he had to feel to reveal.

As quickly as he pulled in, he pushed himself right back out with a shit-eating grin, knowing what he’s done and admiring his work. “Or, you get ole Superman in here, on your ass about every little thing ya do. It seems like the choice is obvious here, huh?” ending it off with a few small pats on Pony’s left cheek mockingly.

With what little dignity pony could manage to muster up with his pale face now beet red, “Ain’t the other language you speak practically based upon French?” said Pony, hoping to change the subject.

Curly rocked his chair back-and-forth and put his feet up on the desk. Had this been any other day, Pony would push em off, but today? With how Curly’s skin practically glowed in the afternoon sunlight coming through the window, his icy eyes melted into an ocean blue. Still scary, but filled with the wonders for exploration? Pony would let it go.

“Look, knowing Kreyòl doesnt automatically mean I know French, dipshit.” He reached out to flick Pony’s forehead and almost dropped the toothpick he put back in his mouth. “At best, it just means I can recognize words from it, I just happened to also speak French.”

Pony rolled his eyes, “Yeah, barely. Hope you realize that if I fail French class again, this semester, I’m pretty much grounded for 3 weeks,” Pony teased, and try as he might, he said it with much attempted disinterest.

“Hey now, hey now,” Curly put his hands up, “my French may be rusty, but it’s the best you’re gonna get from this side of the tracks with no strings attached.”

A second or two passed before someone spoke up again— they were used to silence and they appreciated it here and there, like fine wine. Between them, though, long peaceful quiet was unattainable, and that was perfectly fine with them too.

“Besides, I’d come visit you secretly, you know that.”

“Yea?”

“Mmhm, for you?” Getting more comfortable, Curly put his arms behind his head, as if what he was about to say it was as factual as the sky being blue. “I’d even get Tim’s shitty old radio and blast The Beatles to protest outside your window.”

“Really now,” said Pony, elongating the first half, raising his eyebrows, and tilting his head away from Curly, maybe to get a better look of all that Curly was and will be.

“Like them hippies?”

“As annoying as them, yup,” Curly proudly announced while popping the p. “Don’t think you could shake me off that quickly, puddin,” Curly winked.

Pony shook his head, his eyes going back to the sloppy paper while grinning, spirit now undeterred and ready for more.

“Trust me, knowing you, I wouldn’t dare.”



[strwbrryeyes]

can u do daichi and/or tsuki x tennis player! reader who plays singles (1v1 instead of doubles which is 2v2 lool)? hcs or fic would be fine :3 esp w a reader who hurt their wrist mid season n is rlly frustrated bcus they can’t play until next season unless their wrist gets better bcus that happened to me <//3 (i play anyway even if my wrist is shit bcus i love tennis; daichi would scold me so bad for it too <//3) thank uuuu, i think u mentioned exams (or finals idk the difference) in ur latest posts so i hope they went well!!!

𖦹°｡⋆ Wristache and heartache (daichi x reader)

⟡ cw: angst, reader has an injusry and feels hopeless, comfort, fluff, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: i dont know anything about tennis. im alos bad with titles.

Daichi Sawamura had always admired your dedication to tennis. As the captain of the Karasuno volleyball team, he understood the love and passion that athletes carried for their sport. Daichi also knew the importance of listening to your body, something you seemed to be struggling with ever since you badly injured your wrist.

The injury has been a big  setback and it was starting to take a toll on you. The season was in full swing, and you were supposed to be playing singles matches, something you were no doubt the best at. Yet here you were, on the sidelines, forced to sit out due to the sharp pain in your wrist. You couldn’t even try to step foot onto the court during games or team practice because your coach had made it clear: no matches until you were fully healed and cleared by the doctor and although this decision was the right one and a necessary one, it still left you feeling frustrated and heartbroken.

Despite the pain and coach’s orders, you couldn't stay away from the court for too long. Every day after school, you'd find yourself at the community center’s tennis courts, practicing your serves and forehands, wincing occasionally when the pain shot through your wrist. You knew it was risky, but tennis was your entire life and ticket to a scholarship for university. You couldn't afford to be away from it for possibly the rest of the season. However, your secret trips to the tennis court were short lived.

Daichi watched you from a distance one afternoon, his brows furrowing with concern. He had come to pick you up like he has been for the last few day, but seeing you push yourself despite your injury was beginning to worry him more than usual. He approached you slowly, hands in his pockets, trying to find the right words.

“[name],” Daichi calls out with a firm voice that had a hint of worry “we need to talk.”

You looked up, surprised to see him there. You hadn't expected him to come this early. "Hey, Daichi. Just give me a few more minutes. I need to work on my backhand." You said before turning back to throw a tennis ball into the air until Daichi took the tennis racket away from you.

Daichi shook his head, his expression stern. "No, we need to talk now. You're pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest."

You sighed, frustration bubbling up inside you. "I can't just sit around and do nothing, Daichi. Tennis means everything to me. If I don't practice, I'll lose all I’ve worked for these past three years!" you say as you snatch your racket back from him.

He walked over to you, taking the racket from your hand gently once again and setting it aside. "And what good is practicing if it only makes your injury worse? You won't be able to play at all if you don't let your wrist heal and then that’ll make you feel worse!”

"But what if I never get better? What if this is it for me?" Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you shout at Daichi.

Daichi's expression softened. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands. "You will get better but to do so, you have to be patient. I know it's hard and the last thing you want to do right now, but sometimes the best way to keep going is to take a step back and heal. I'm here for you, and I am sure your team is too. You don't have to go through this alone."

"I just miss it so much, Daichi. I feel so useless." You leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his words, allowing you to let a few tears roll down your face.

"You're not useless," he assured you, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "You're one of the strongest people I know. Strength isn't just about pushing through pain, it's also about knowing when to rest and take care of yourself."

You nodded, his words sinking in. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll try to rest more."

Daichi smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "That's my girl. And don't worry, I'll make sure you stay out of trouble."

You chuckled softly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I'm counting on you."

The following weeks were a test of your patience but as promised, Daichi kept a close eye on you, making sure you followed the doctor's orders and rested your wrist and the rest of your body, making sure you were fully relaxed and at ease. It wasn't easy, and there were days when you felt like giving up, but Daichi's support helped you stay strong the whole way through.

He'd often join you at the courts, not to practice but to keep you company as you watched your team practice while you were on the sidelines. He'd even bring his volleyball team along, turning your forced downtime into fun, supportive gatherings as everyone loved their captain’s sweet girlfriend. It wasn't the same as playing tennis with your team in the moment, but it reminded you that you had a strong support system no matter where you went, and that made you feel so much better about this tennis break.

Slowly but surely, your wrist began to heal and you started feeling better. The day you were finally cleared to play again was a moment of pure happiness, not just for you, but for everyone who had supported you through this slump and setback.

As you stepped onto the court for your first match back, you looked over to the sidelines where Daichi stood along with his own team, cheering you on with a proud smile. You knew you couldn't have made it through without him. 

And as the match started, all you could feel was happiness, determination, and most importantly, thankful for your loving boyfriend who was there for you every step of the way because without him, you aren’t sure you would have made it through these last few weeks.

With Daichi by your side, you can do anything.

[queenofbaws]

while im at it, how about some ashley n matt!! ur choice on if thats platonic or more :0 i just think the world needs more of these guys together ;w;

She felt a little bit like her mom's ancient desktop PC for a moment after it happened - buffering, buffering, still buffering. And that was an exaggeration, obviously, but not by much; the weight, the warmth, the sudden waft of leftover cologne, it scrambled her thoughts! Shook them up, at the very least.

That was the only excuse she could come up with for the blank look she gave him, anyway. Ashley had to figure it was a heck of a look, too, because even as she was still struggling to process the fact she was wearing his letterman jacket, Matt was laughing.

"Aw man, didn't mean to make you jump like that, Ash! Sorry, you just looked cold - you're all hunched over and stuff." With a little huff, he dropped himself back onto the bench beside her, resuming the pen-tapping he'd been doing before getting up to throw their lunch wrappers out. He bent over the project outline spread between them, frowned as he started reading again, and...that was that.

So. Great.

This was a her thing, then.

Ashley tried to go back to the project. She tried to go back to her notes. She tried to go back to thinking, end of sentence, but it just wasn't happening. There was something about the idea of them sitting there like that out in the open courtyard where anyone could see, side-to-side and leaning forward as if conspiring, their backpacks set on the bench opposite to be out of the way, the content of their conversation kept low under the distant sound of the baseball team squeezing in some last-minute practice. It was something she knew she could've named, had she not been so frazzled, something that made her face burn and her chest go tight, something...something that took on a decidedly different sort of flavor now that his jacket was draped over her shoulders.

"I, um, I'm fine, actually. Thanks, but, um, here, you should take this back." It was only half a lie - the flush in her ears and cheeks and neck hadn't taken long to spread everywhere else, turning the chilly fall afternoon into something stifling - but that half was the trickier part, making her tongue heavy and slow and stupid. Which Matt noticed.

How could he not?

"You...sure?" he asked slowly, watching her shrug the jacket off with what might've been surprise, but just as easily could've been amusement. "Believe it or not, I do actually wash that thing sometimes, so if you're worried it's just some kind of glorified sweat rag, I prooomise you it's not."

"No, it's - " She cringed at the sound of her own voice, shrill with social anxiety, tight with...well, something else altogether. " - I appreciate it, Matt, I mean, seriously, I do, but...I...I can't. So. Thanks. It was super nice of you, but...I'm fine. Really. Thanks." After a frankly ridiculous amount of time, considering all she had to do was slide the freaking thing off, she held it back out to him, doing her best to seem nonchalant.

To literally no one's surprise, it didn't exactly work.

"You...can't," Matt repeated, setting his pen down on the table before his arm followed suit, his posture loose and comfortable and cool as a cucumber as he set his head on his hand to get a better look at her.

"That's not what I meant to say. I'm just...this is due by the end of the week, you know."

"Yeah, I know, I'm just really, really curious now."

Oh God, she'd had nightmares like this. "Matt," she sighed, feeling another surge of blood shoot to the tips of her ears. "Would you take this seriously? This is the last group project of the semester, and I'd really - "

"Are you cold?"

"I...that's not important!"

"I think it is."

That got her. Without meaning to, Ashley turned, unsure whether she meant for her glare to be exasperated or pleading. Probably the latter. It usually was.

Matt, as always, met her halfway. He didn't shy away from the look, didn't roll his eyes or snicker like Josh and Chris did when playfully antagonizing her. He just...waited. The jacket hung between them, heavy in her hand; the question hung there too, unspoken but just as weighty.

Because she knew he wouldn't make fun of her, that he wouldn't tease her or try to deflect by cracking a seriously unfunny joke, she sighed, averting her eyes. "There's still a lot of people hanging around here."

"I guess."

"A lot of people, Matt," she said, taking great pains to really emphasize the point, "who...you know...might see me wearing this."

His eyebrows dropped, but only slightly. "Okay?" he replied, dragging the word out to goad her along, and oh, come on! He was really going to make her spell it out?

"People...assume things, all right? They...talk. I really appreciate the gesture, it was totally sweet of you and everything, but...people might think we're...I don't know..." She shrugged, shook her head, shrugged again, and all the while, the mean little voice in the back of her head tittered with locker room laughter and study hall whispers - harbingers of the rumors she could already hear rolling fresh and hot off the gossip mill. "They might think we're dating, or...or something."

He was quiet for a second. A second she spent waiting for the jacket to be taken from her, plucked aside without further comment.

Again, it didn't exactly work out that way.

"Would that be so bad?" He did laugh then, albeit softly, lifting his shoulders in a shrug of his own when she whipped her head around to stare. "I'm asking! You don't think there are worse things for people to say? I mean, don't get me wrong, Ash, I know after that pass I fumbled at our last away game I'm kind of embarrassing to be seen around, but - "

It was out of her mouth before she could bite down on it: "I'm the embarrassing one." And then it was just there, fogging the air in glimmery motes of frost as if to prove she'd said it, to drive home how, whoops, sorry, there'd be no taking it back now. She bit her lip a second too late, worrying it between her teeth until it ached, and...and then Matt nudged her with his shoulder, pushing the jacket back towards her.

"No, you're not," he said, and his voice was so firm, so self-assured, that she almost believed him. "But you are the cold one. So...c'mon. If people want to think I'm your boyfriend, at least let them think I'm a good one, right?"

[simpingforstardew]

muse

pairing: sdv elliot x reader

synopsis: elliot is struggling with severe writers block; if only he had a muse...

note: a while ago i talked about having a derivative idea for an elliot x reader fic; here is that fic !! the premise is completely unoriginal, but i'll leave the references at the end of the fic to avoid spoilers hehe

warnings: i don't even know for this one gang, wholesome w/ an ending that could be read as spooky? let's call it a doomed romance !! tw/ relationships that are doomed by the narrative !!

word count: 1.5k

Adronitis

A heart so damaged; tender; sore—

You ever-blooming sycamore,

Through hunger pangs; my deliriousness,

I mourn my mortal catoptric tristesse.

With starving dreams, your warmth I crave—

I worship you, I must embrave,

Indulge me, lay your fear ahind.

Our sanctuary; your piece of mind.

My amorous famine demands more […more what?],

So I feast on your smile […] petrichor.

i am just writing this right niw so it

looks lije i am being pro ductive oh Yoba

andnow leahs comin g over this

is alll shit im jist going to star t overrr

“How’s the writing going, El’?” Leah peers down at Elliot with a smile, wiping the sweat from her brow. “We’ve been at it for a while without a break, you know?”

“Oh, Leah! It’s going splendidly, and yes, it seems we have…” Elliot coughs, avoiding eye contact while tearing the paper from his typewriter. “Why don’t we call it for today then?”

“Without showing me what you’ve done? C’mon,” she whines, “What do you have?”

Elliot and Leah had decided, sometime early last Spring, to meet in Cindersnap forest every Wednesday to work on their current projects. ‘Parallel play for artists,’ Penny once called it when walking Jas back to Marnie’s ranch. For Leah, this weekly rendezvous has (so far) allowed her to complete 2 clay sculptures, 3 wood sculptures, 23 drawings, and 8 paintings; for Elliot, the last few months has allowed him to create…

“Nothing,” Elliot sighs, packing his typewriter’s case with a frown. “I have, somehow, written nothing! I mean, I wanted to craft a Petrarchan sonnet, inspired by Poe’s romantic, yet macabre sensibilities. I ended up with trash I couldn’t even make hendecasyllabic. It’s embarrassingly Shakespearian and—”

“Whoa, whoa, buddy, that’s okay. That’s fine. I’m not sure what any of that means, but…” Leah scrunches her freckled nose, hoping to find the right words to calm Elliot down, “It seems like you’re expecting perfection from a first draft. Maybe we should call it for today, and you could revisit your poem tomorrow?”

“Yes, you are right,” the authors scowl softens; after a moment of meditation—feeling the summer breeze tangle in his hair—he looks towards Leah with a smile. “I will see you next week, Miss Faraday.”

Elliot didn’t return to his typewriter until later that week, deciding instead to bask in the sun’s warmth on the beach. The author sits on the pier with a contented sigh, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore providing a soothing backdrop to his afternoon reverie.

Even still, despite the Elysium that he has found himself in, Elliot cannot shake his frustrations; his linguistic discouragement plagued his every thought.

“Ahoy there, my boy! Perfect weather for fishing don’t ya reckon?” Willy smiles, closing the front door to the Fish Shop behind him. Elliot

“Ah, hello Mr. Tucker,” Elliot waves as the fisherman sits beside him, attaching a small blue tackle onto an impressively shiny rod, “I suppose it is, although I fear I don’t have my fishing gear with me today.”

“What’d I tell you about calling me that? No need to be so formal, son,” Willy chuckles, casting a line into the vast depths of the saltwater, “Say, aren’t ya usually off in town around this time? Feel like I never see you this early on a Wednesday.”

Elliot still had to adjust to the predictive routine of a small town, and the horrifying consequences of straying from said routine: becoming the topic of mid-afternoon gossip.

“Yes, well, I um—,” Elliot sighs, looking into the deep blue below as if the ocean concealed the antidote to writers block, “I have been, writing with Leah every Wednesday and… actually can I ask for some advice?”

“O’ Course ya can, my boy.” Willy nods.

“I have been… struggling lately,” The taller man slumps as he runs a hand through his auburn hair, his voice heavy with uncertainty, “I feel as if I have lost my spark, my… capacité artistique. I cannot, for the life of me, write anything of quality! I just… I feel broken, Mr. William.”

Willy takes a moment to think, slowly breathing in the salty air, “Hmm, I see your problem, lad— but it’s important to know yer not broken. Aye, nothin’ about ya is broken.”

A fish tugs at Willy’s fishing line: desperately; hopelessly.

“It’s like if yer pal Willy couldn’t fish anymore… I’d sooner swallow a sea urchin than lose my ability to do what I love,” Willy pulls the rod towards him, putting up a fight with whatever poor creature is on the other end of the line, “but sometimes it’s tricky doing what ya love 24/7, son! You got to remind yerself to take breaks, and…”

The creature is hurled out of the ocean, flapping helplessly as the fisherman releases it from his tackle. Willy holds the freshly-caught octopus up to Elliot.

“Remind yerself why ya love it!” Willy chuckles, before mumbling to himself about throwing his newest catch in a tank lest he ‘gets inked’.

As Elliot sits in contemplative silence, the ocean offering solace: the rushing winds, the distant cry of seagulls, even the smell of salty air. Over the last year and a half, he has grown to love it all.

As he rises to his feet, Elliot considers his friends’ advice. He certainly didn’t want to remain in this slump forever; so he needs to find a reminder of why he loves writing; a source of reinvigorating inspiration.

He needs to find a muse.

A muse in a village with a population of 27.

‘Well,’ Elliot thinks, slamming his cabin’s door shut behind him as he slides onto his desk chair. He sets up his Olympia SM 9 for the second time today. ‘If I can’t find my muse in life, I will simply create my muse in art.’

For a moment, the black page loaded into the typewriter stares back at Elliot, mockingly. Then, as suddenly as the crash of thunder that bellows from above, the author began to write.

Elliot bursts into the Fish Shop, his manuscript clutched tightly in hand, a triumphant gleam in his eye. “Willy, my friend, you’re incredible!” he cheered, his excitement palpable. “I truly could not have done this without your support.”

Willy grins, offering a sincere thumbs-up. “Glad to hear it, lad! So what was your reminder, eh? What got you back on track?”

Elliot coughs, a flush creeping up his freckled cheeks. “Well, you see… I made it up.”

Willy arches an eyebrow, bemused,“Ya made up yer reminder for why you love writing? Now, son…”

“No, no,” Elliot hastens to explain, “My love for writing is genuine. But my muse, my darling muse, is not.”

“I’m not following, my boy.”

“I have spent all night crafting the narrative of a completely fabricated person, it’s all here,” Elliot elaborates, “They’re genuinely kind, talented and hard-working, despite never being appreciated. They have the most charming mole on their neck, and they’re delightfully witty! After their grandfather passed away, they—”

“Son,” Willy interrupted gently, his tone tinged with amusement, “Yer a peculiar one, ya know that? How is this going to help with yer writing?”

“It does sound ridiculous, but dedicating my sonnets to this idealised character… thinking of them as I work on my novel… It has been phenomenally motivating!” Elliot laughs, re-reading through the pages before stopping in his tracks, “Oh, I do apologise old friend, I barged into your shop like a man possessed.”

It had been months since Elliot had felt such a fervent desire to write; his unbridled excitement was contagious; a smirk spreads across Willy’s face, crinkling the corners of his dark green eyes.

“If it were anyone else instead of you, I’d be furious, lad,” Willy chuckles, reaching into his mini fridge, “‘Ere, I whipped up too many crab cakes last night, and I know they’re yer favourite— consider it a gift.”

As Elliot arrives back at his cabin, writing snacks in tow, the muffled playing of his piano greets him. He chuckles softly, before preparing to shoo Harvey out of his home so he could resume his day of writing.

“Sincerest apologies, I—,”

“Oh! Honey, you’re back so soon.” Turning away from the piano, your eyes catch Elliot’s with a familiar warmth. You admire the way your boyfriend’s hair always forms delicate waves when exposed to the sea spray.

The author was struck speechless, his heart pounding as he stared at you with more focus than you have ever been subject to.

It couldn’t be real. And yet there you are. You. The muse Elliot had crafted— who's entire life was written mere hours prior on the pages that were now strewn about the floor— was standing before him in flesh and blood.

Every flawless detail exactly as he had imagined.

“Elliot, darling, are you okay?” Your smile becomes wry; nervous as to why your lover was acting so peculiar, his pale skin was now a ghastly white. “Would you like me to pour some wine? We can—”

Before your suggestion was made, Elliot was gone; the door slamming shut behind him.

note #2: okay if you didn't catch it, my inspiration was the 1960 episode of the Twilight Zone: 'A World of His Own', and (more relevantly) the 2012 psychological horror romcom Ruby Sparks !! if you check out either that episode or movie, pleasepleaseplease lmk what you think <33

[pbaz7]

SHES BACK EVERYBODY MY FAV IS BACK

THANK YOU GOD

PART 1

i know that's right! love a series

Dallas, Texas

ooo a w fic!

He had bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle anytime the sunlight hit them, his blonde hair

Paige this yo son or something

“Lukas Drew Bueckers,”

OH MY GOD IM PSYHIC. I SWEAR I DIDNT READ AHEAD. also his middle name being drew: 🥹

Azzi laughed softly at his enthusiasm. “Well, Lukas with a K, can I help you find your mom?”

wait hold up... paige... how did you get this kid. where'd it come from. cuz I know it didn't come from a man

There was something vaguely familiar about her, a recognition that lingered just out of reach,

maybe that shes one of the best basketball players ever?

As if the blonde was calculating who this woman was with her son in her arms.

well I'd assume she's trying to see if she's a kidnapper...

“But then a girl tried to take a picture with you, and she almost ran me over! She dropped her chocolate, so I went to get her napkins.”

gentleman at such a young age. Paige taught him RIGHT

“Being a gentleman, huh?” she teased, clearly proud of her son’s instincts.

just like his mommy

but she was really pretty, so I did anyway

oh boy you feel faster than Paige did in our universe

The blonde licked her lips, a subtle gesture, before she spoke. “Thank you for helping out the ladies' man over there,” she said, her voice smooth.

god shes so fine

Azzi chuckled softly. “Kind of hard not to know who the face of the Wings is when you live in Dallas.”

oh god shes been in that place for long enough to have a son

“Lemme take you out,” Paige said smoothly, her blue eyes never leaving Azzi’s. “You know, to thank you.”

damn she is wasting NO time

Azzi could tell that she was used to getting what she wanted with women

well... I mean look at her

Paige was very attractive, no denying that. Her tall frame, the way she carried herself, and that self-assured smile—it was all part of the appeal.

stop this madness before my pants fall off

"Azzi Fudd, DO – Private Sports Medicine Physician."

my goat should be behind that three point line tho😭

She had always been determined to keep the control of her life in her own hands

shes so protective and she don't even got a girl yet

“My son is so sassy,”

where do you think he got it from babe

Reaching for it, she flipped it over in her hands, her thumb grazing the edges before she grabbed her phone.

yup send that text

The message that appeared on the screen was brief and simple: “Goodnight, Paige.”

why is azzi the nonchalant one here its so polar opposite to flight lmao

“Security,” Paige said simply.

famous ahh

They both sat across from one another, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

just ask what her favorite color is or smth yall don't make this painful

Azzi’s eyes glinted with curiosity, she leaned forward slightly. “What do you usually do with women, Paige?”

give her a second to breathe jesus

“And I’m someone who prefers honesty.”

Paige the closet is glass just say ur a hoe

“And what were you looking for when you asked to take me out?”

a life long partner, wife, mother to my son, and forever companion?

“So you wanted to sleep with me?” she asked bluntly.

AZZI. THIS IS NOT THE TIME.

“The thought is definitely on the table,”

Paige baby. not on the first date no no

“Yeah, is,” she said softly, her voice laced with a quiet confidence that matched Azzi’s own.

shes so used to getting exactly what she wants lmao

“You’re attractive.” Paige’s smile only deepened, her confidence never wavering as she responded, “I’m aware.”

HELLO? I mean love the confidence but okay egotistical

Much to her surprise, Paige was attentive, asking questions at just the right moments, listening intently.

okay paige showing some logic

“But if you’re planning on posting that, could you wait a few hours until I’m gone? Just wanna enjoy the afternoon, you know?”

I can only imagine how much that sucks to have to say that all the time god

Azzi leaned in slightly, her voice inviting. “Tell me about him.”

I personally wanna know where the fuck he came from but!

“My ex gave birth to him using my egg.”

ahh I see I see

Paige’s eyes darkened slightly, but her response was straightforward. “No.”

damn what'd the bitch do

You clean up nice.

damn right she does

“Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I went on an actual vacation. Between the WNBA season, Unrivaled, endorsement events, Lukas, and whatever else gets thrown my way… there’s barely any downtime.”

someone let this girl have a break god

Paige smirked. “No phone, huh? You’d survive without texting me at midnight?”

what yall freaks talking about huh

Paige shrugged. “Yeah, I’m pretty handy around the house.”

she's a lesbian of course she is

Drew’s voice was frantic, a little apologetic. “I wasn’t looking for like two seconds, and he fell off the stool at the island. His hand’s pretty bad, Paige.

this is what happens when men exist (jk I love drew ofc)

Azzi watched the way Paige instinctively soothed Lukas, rubbing a gentle hand along his back.

she's such a good mom ugh shes perfect

Paige’s jaw dropped slightly and she looked down at her son who was hiding in her chest. “No way, you just made my son blush,” she said.

guess it runs in the family huh

The instant their gazes locked, his cheeks flushed bright red. He quickly ducked his head, burying his face into Paige’s chest again.

she's pulling everyone left and right. even 5 year olds apparently

Drew chuckled, his hands up in mock surrender. “No worries, buddy. Just don’t go knocking me out, alright?”

drew is all grown up now🥹

"I’m sure I’ll think of a way for you to make it up to me," Azzi teased, her soft smile still on her face.

oh?

"Like getting me home safely,"

oh.

Then she gently placed her hand on Azzi’s lower back.

finally exhibiting some signs of our universe Pazzi

her eyes landing on the two other cars in the driveway.

damn this bitch rich asf

"So, about that second date?" She paused, watching Paige carefully. "What's your schedule like?"

im free right now actually!

Azzi’s smile grew at the offer. "You’ll pick me up Wednesday," she said.

aww they're perfect

oh author how I've missed ur writing and doing live reacts

I love soft series like this they're so fun

can't wait for more

-🍉

SHES BACK EVERYBODY MY FAV IS BACK

imy so much stink !!!

Paige this yo son or something

you saw blue she’s and immediately knew

wait hold up... paige... how did you get this kid. where'd it come from. cuz l know it didn't come from a man

why would a man be there ???

oh boy you feel faster than Paige did in our universe

literally lmao

stop this madness before my pants fall off

🤨.

Paige the closet is glass just say ur a hoe

this is sending me for some reason

i miss you and your live reacts so much 😭

[fearowkenya]

this past week has been mostly fun but extremely busy!! good stuff mostly

monday - enormous errand day. id made a haircut appointment because i havent had one since like. 2021 i think?? anyway id planned on going to work, going to haircut, then picking up some documents i forgot about from the uni i went to, then heading home for a bit before work. i was planning on climbing on tuesday, but then smth came up on tuesday. so what monday ended up looking like was: morning shift, picking up documents which took WAY less time than i thought, having like 45 minutes to kill, getting my hair cut, then cramming a bit of climbing in there before heading directly to my afternoon shift.

tuesday - this was the only possible day for a camp management meeting before one of them went on vacation for a week, and the meeting was immediately after my morning shift. after the meeting, i ended up working all the way thru til my afternoon shift (though i did go grab lunch at some point). after work, weekly staff hang-out, didnt get home til like 9:30!!

wednesday - morning shift, birthday lunch with my mom, went immediately to afternoon shift, did my afternoon shift, went home to eat takeout with some friends and roommate

thursday - tried to take a recharge day. mostly sat in my room and worked on a camp-related craft project which was fun but didnt recharge me as much as i was hoping it would

friday - morning shift, came home because my room was a huge mess and i didnt wanna leave it like that all day. so i cleaned a bit, then went to climb, then directly to afternoon shift a bit early because my boss was out for the day, and my friend & coworker who replaces my boss when hes gone was also not there that day, so i was asked to be the boss instead. ive never done this despite having worked there for like almost 7 years because i dont typically enjoy being the one completely in charge. but it was fine?? its not my favorite because i cant focus on One Activity like i normally do since Im The Boss and my attention has to be split between multiple zones. it was definitely an interesting experience but as i thought its not smth i would want to do long-term.

saturday - 9am to 4pm camp training, a bit of vibing with friend from camp, got home, ttrpg w/ friends til midnight.

so you can imagine that i am very very very very very tired. i did eat ice cream three times this week which was nice however. i ahve a huge backlog of likes to get to, which idk if i'll manage today but i do plan on doing my usual commenting as soon as i can

[cellienmaycry]

💄🌹🦢🏩 !!! happy valentine’s day!!

HGHAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYY pretend I posted this 2 weeks ago please 🙏 answering for myner!!! 💄 was answered in an earlier ask :3 (will edit later with the link)

🌹 - how do you and your f/o feel about valentine's day traditions? going out on dates, getting chocolates and bouquets, or are you more untraditional?

we both really like getting to spend the day together during valentine's! although we usually only spend the day out for around like half the day.,., we don't usually do anything too big, just a date out together and spending the rest of the afternoon and night with each other at home is enough

we also like giving each other gifts! real flowers often arent the greatest idea since im not the best at taking care of plants and myner isn't home enough to take care of them either, so we mostly get sweets for each other instead- which works out because we both have a sweet tooth!

🦢 - do you and your f/o have any cheesy nicknames for each other? what are they?

not sure what counts as cheesy but id like to imagine she calls me things like 'sweetie' and 'honey' >///< i have not given myner a nickname yet and personally i dont use petnames that much... plus i like how her name sounds .,,.,..,

🏩 - where would you like to go this valentine's day? what does your f/o have planned? what do you have planned?

our valentine's day wasn't super formal, we went out to a nice bakery and then went to the park together! the day before i also tried to make chocolates for her, but a lot of things got messy and i wasn't able to get it done as a surprise before she got home. we ended up finishing it together though, so things ended up fine =w=

[endosexual]

can we pls pls pls have details on ur curl routine? i’m absolutely fucking clueless xx

This is very german centric but basically i use

1. A curl conditioner (cheapest one in DM, from balea, its like a 3 in 1 hair mask and stay in as well): all over my hair after shampooing

2. Then my curl cream (using up the cantu one, i also use the hask one and the cantu curls it a bit more? But hask smells better and dries out less): after youve washed your hair you like palm it through SOPPING wet hair

3. I put this nivea mousse on the top of my head, middle part and sides/where my volume fucking sucks.... Sometimes i put some in my tips but i didnt do it yesterday and it worked out fine

4. I crunch my hair

5. I put hair gel in.... Its again an awful one from DM (eco style olive, i genuinely think it dries my hair out) and sometimes take single curls and put some gel on that

6. I then crunch it with a hair towel to somehow dry it but its still soooo wet and then i air dry... Usually i sleep with a satin bonnet (DONT PUT THAT ON WET HAIR IT CAN MOULD! DRY ONLY) but i went to bed w wet hair so i put a towel on my pillow, woke up randomly at 2 with dry hair and deliriously slipped it on and it worked brilliantly 😭

This is very obviously THEE curly hair routine going around tik tok and im trying to figure out something maybe better but im pretty happy! Just the air drying is annoying.... But usually i shower in the morning and run around w wet hair all day/in the afternoon and go to bed late

[britneyshakespeare]

why does scheduling my work days give me so much stress and anxiety

[love-marimo]

Nap Time with Satoru, Suguru, Kento and Toji

Content Warning: Contains N/S/F/W / matured content. Please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact.

ー just some headcanons for nap times with these men because i drank pure black coffee even though im not supposed to bc of my meds and now my mind is telling me to write something so i can fall asleep after 😂 sorry i think i'm not gonna edit this.

ー cw: mentions of sex ★

Satoru

he doesn't sleep

at least he doesn't sleep for long hours

if you're the type of person who values a good sleep then you'll find him annoying because he will pester you.

"babe, i wanna fuck." "babe, i want to eat crepe." "hey babe, cook pancakes with me." "babe there's a new sweets shop in town and it's their opening day i wanna go!!"

he'll tickle you, poke you everywhere, pepper you with kisses, play with your hair… you name it.

"let me sleep for once gojo satoru!" you yell at him, covering your face with a pillow.

but he won't stop. and he knows that even if he pesters you like that you love his company and you love to nap with him so he will pretend that something urgent came from jujutsu tech and attempt to 'leave'.

"oh, i just got a message from megumi. there's a new special grade curse spotted in roppongi and i need to go assist them…"

since you can't see him, you feel him shuffle away from you and hear his footsteps…

but in reality he just moved to stand by your bed and is marching his feet to pretend that he's walking away from you.

at first you were kind of disappointed but you had a feeling, so when you got up to look at him, you expect the same old thing again.

"not this again…"

"okay okay i'm sorry! it's just that i don't want to sleep. the sun is up and bright! we should be out sightseeing." he exclaims ever dramatically.

you just sigh in exasperation.

"you can always do it yourself you know." you reply.

ouch. he always wants to do everything with you though.

"fine, i'm staying here…" he grumbles, going back to bed.

honestly he's such a manchild

you know he likes to put on this act every time he wants attention so you grab a book for him to read and cuddled yourself beside him.

"wake me up in 2 hours, i have work to do."

but after that 2-hour nap you woke to him sleeping, he has the book close to his chest, unread. you smile to yourself fondly. you know he needs all the sleep he can get, even if most of the time he doesn't want to.

Suguru

stroke. his. hair.

the best time to nap with him is after showers in the afternoon.

you both would take turns drying yourselves and it's so intimate?? please.

he doesn't nap often like satoru but when he does he usually ends up napping until the evening.

but he loves massages.

he always falls asleep when you give him massages and it makes you feel satisfied.

but usually he's busy with worship at the temple so that's most likely the reason why he can't nap with you all the time.

if he's not at the cult, he's studying philosophy and ancient scriptures on jujutsu sorcery and cursed spirits.

so you either:

give him a massage, he falls asleep and you follow suit

or come to him while he's studying, lay on his lap and feel the afternoon breeze on your skin as he reads by the balcony, and fall asleep.

"love, you need to wake up. i believe you still have something pending, yes?" his voice slowly wakes you and you hum in reply, voice groggy.

"mm… thanks for waking me." you yawn, immediately embracing his body and clinging onto it for a while.

you mindlessly stroke his hair and he smiles, caressing yours too. you both stay like that for a while as the afternoon slowly turns to dusk.

he may or may not fuck you there. hmm…

Kento

weekend naps!!! yayy

when this man sleeps, he sleeps like he won't wake up.

can't blame him though, exhaustion is like his second nature :(

so when it's the weekend and you both don't have work, you'll both do some house cleaning, bake a little perhaps, and read together.

then you have a designated hour when you'll just crash together on the bed and nap ー which usually turns into a long sleep.

but if you're a light sleeper then you either cook him dinner or wake him up to cook for you.

okay bonus: that designated hour for napping? honey you fuck before you tuck your sheets and sleep. that's the silent rule you both follow.

"what should we do after dinner? if we ever wake up." you chuckle.

"up to you, darling." he kisses your forehead. "we can go to the cinema or take a walk." he adds.

"ehh… i don't feel like going out. it's so cold and i'm very tired from this week's workload." you reply.

"well, in that case… do you want to finish the wine we got from Denmark?" he suggests.

"and eat the leftover pie?" you nudge at him.

you both wiggled your brows at each other playfully and nod together, laughing.

Toji

ohhhhh boy

instead of napping you're likely gonna be fucking

this really became a spectrum of mtl likely gonna fuckk during nap times 😂

kidding aside, toji is so-so when it comes to naps. he's a physically active man and he's rarely home because of his missions and the possibility of him gambling to his wits' end is 99%

so if you're a clingy bimbo you can't expect him to be with you all the time (that's me, i'm bimbo. ouch.)

when the occasion happens and he comes to you frequently, napping with you would depend on his mood

sometimes he would use your washer to clean his clothes and spend all day cleaning out his weapons

my goodness, what a freeloader

and sometimes he would spend the day just fucking you.

it's insane, really.

anyway, the naps would come after fucking, and then when you wake up he's gonna go for another round ー you'll lose your mind i'm telling you. remember to clean up after sex!

but sometimes, when he's in a mellow, depressive mood thinking about his past, cuddlebug!toji mode is activated.

and you, being the understanding but naive lover you are, would immediately take him in your arms and just spend hours talking about random things in your lives, but he rarely talks about his traumas; so you do the same.

"and so what did they say?" he quips.

"well they made everyone pass, but the issue lies in the way that the student lied about being sick just to take the exam he missed. everyone is pissed at him since it's the first time that the prof did this. the prof always shuts down examinees who fail to take his exams." you blabber.

there was silence for a while you caught him staring at you with blank eyes.

"what? what are you thinking?" you ask, intuitively knowing he's deep in his thoughts again

"nothing." he averts his gaze and reaches for you. he hugs your body tight and you did nothing but find comfort in his warmth.

oh, how you wish it was always like this.

ー Lolita

[milalovesmatt]

the salon

eric cartman/kenny mccormick/butters scotch/kyle brofloski x reader

(separate)

gn listener!

eric cartman

you and your bf eric cartman were cuddling and then you remembered that your nail appointment was today! and you still didn’t know what color to paint your nails so you said “hey ericc” “yes my little piglet?” “ugh stop calling me thatt” why should i baby piglet?” “because i dont like it☹️☹️☹️” “ok fine what do you want” “what color should i color my nails?” “the closest color to my tip” “eric…” what?” “what is wrong with you” nothing aslong as im with you my baby piglet” “ ERIC”

kenny mccormick

it was a saturday afternoon and you took karen to the nail salon for a fun little treat and you asked kenny if he wanted to join and ofc anything just to hang around you so he obviously went when you all got into the salon you guys got on the topic of what color your nails would be while kenny was on his phone then you asked “kenny baby” “yes love?” “what color should i paint my nails?” “id say whatever color my tip is” “ okay” “wait what?” “i said okay” “b-babe i was just kidding” “i know” “SO WHY ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING IT” “because i love you” “awwe kenny your all blushy!” “ s-shut up no im not” he says hiding his face with his hood and then you give him a little kiss on the cheek

kyle brofloski

you were in the bathroom and kyle was in the living room at this point you have repainted your nails atleast 6 times you just couldn’t get it right until kyle knocked on the door “uh hey babe you’ve been in there for a while and its kinda freaking me out” “oh sorry hun its just i cant paint my nails correctly” you say while opening the door “maybe i can paint your nails” “really?” “yeah sure seems easy enough” “okay thanks babe!” “anything for you my love”

butters scotch

it was just a normal day for you and butters and the you said “oh shit” looking at the reminder on your phone saying that you two had to go to the salon today (yes butters gos to the nail salon he loves getting pedicures and he just likes paying for you) “w-what is it darling?” he says with a confused look on his face “our salon appointment is today” “we dont have to go if you dont want to sweetie!” “no its not that i just dont want to get up right now” “oh so does that still mean we can go?” “ finee just bc ilysm” you say while giving him a kiss while his cheeks get hot and he starts to freeze so that gives you a chance to get up and start to get ready. once you two get there he just HAS to pick out the colors your getting he picked out purple and pink its not what you would usually go for but you were just happy he was happy