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[inkykeiji]

TY for answering my ask with the vibe! >//< livid touya nii always does something to me. Seeing him so angry would be soo scary but would also instantly soak me AAAAH

of course!!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) it was a great ask, thank you for sending it in!! eeeee me too!!! he’s literally terrifying; like you can feel the danger rolling off of him in thick, burning waves—surrounding him, engulfing you, procuring stinging lil pricks of pain as they lap at your skin—but it also instils tiny tingles of exhilaration, zipping through your veins and collecting in your lungs, bating your breath as you wait; anticipating his next move. he’s gorgeous when he’s furious, blue eyes sharp and roiling (disgustingly poetic but like the middle of the ocean during a vicious storm), lips curled into something too distorted to be a smile; cruel, vicious, hungry. he looks so fucking predatory as he plays with his food; a petty game of stalk and stealth, pursuing his prey until he’s ready to pounce on the kill—but that’s what makes it so fucking fun.

[bloodcoveredgf]

Cannot believe it took me like almost a year to get back into watching the x-files after binging s1 in january/february 2022 and liking it so much i am SICK!!! s2 is soooo good and addictive now that im back in it and have watched episodes 4-8... this shit is crazy. scully and mulder are crazy. im Obsessed

[callilouv]

hehehehehe julian beloved

[fawnnpaws]

your puppy!art work is just so good like UGH i know he kisses wet and messy, open-mouthed, pressing his lips against your neck and licking and sucking like it's your cunt. he just needs his mouth on you at all times okay :( he's just a sweet puppy :(

thank u so much omg i’m so glad u like it that makes me feel so nice <33333 the amount of drool and bruises that you end up with all over your body bc he just needs to have his mouth somewhere on you at all times is insane, but you love it and he’s so sweet about it, asks so politely or noses at you when he can’t speak bc he’s too deep in his puppy headspace GODDD you get cuteness aggression almost, the sweeter he is it just makes you and patrick fuck him harder. it’s like the two of you black out and need to grab at him wherever you can, grip him so hard his pretty pale skin bruises, throw him on the bed so hard he almost bounces off before patrick pins him down and you pet his face while pat rails him so hard he’s hiccuping out sobs and covering his face in snot. you love seeing him like that, covered in tears and snot, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes crossed. you love how far gone he is for you, how far he’ll debase himself to be your good boy without even thinking twice. he’s so docile after too, somehow even sweeter than before, with all the thoughts fucked out of his head. he just sighs all pretty and looks at you and patrick with hearts in his eyes while he curls up across both your laps. your perfect puppy <33

[duckymcdoorknob]

dUCKY HI ITS ANON PALM LONG TIME NO SEE >:3

o saw you’re into blue lock now :33333 can we have some Isagi x reader in time for Valentine’s Day

THANKYOU

PALMMMMMM HAI :)

It’s so good to hear from you again!! I hope you enjoyed your holiday!!

AND YES IM A FERAL CHILD FOR BLLK NOW RAGHHHH YOU HAVE @giggly-squiggily and @ticklish-n-stuff TO THANK FOR IT

Taglist: @fanfic-chan @chrimsss @myreygn

This is gonna be my own AU. Blue Lock happened and everyone is all happy and friends and yay and they all happen to go to the same school ok

Word count: 3.5k

The freshly fallen snow is always a wonderful sight to behold. Wintertime adorns the trees with white, twinkling powder, bringing forth the sounds of crunching ice and giggling kiddos. What winter also brings is the skin-nipping, unbearable cold.

Granted, the cold can be a wonderful experience. Snowball fights, ice skating, warm drinks and cookies, snuggling up with your closest people, fluffy blankets, and cozy scarves are all to be had.

However, for you, the cold is an enemy you try to fight. You always insist that you’re not cold, opting to be outdoors without a coat or any sort of winter gear. Hell, Kunigami looked at you sideways the first time you met. You were dressed in short sleeves despite being able to see your breath in the air.

Every winter goes the same way: you refuse to acknowledge the dropping temperatures, and Isagi waits for the inevitable, “okay… maybe I am cold…”

He knows it will happen; it happens every year without fail. In the twelve years that Yoichi Isagi has known you, there has never once been a winter in which you survive your cold strike.

He can’t help but smile, knowing that this year will not be any different.

The sky yawns a beautiful cerulean, the golden sunlight illuminating the fresh snow that crunches beneath your feet as you walk. Upon arriving at school, you notice Chigiri and Kunigami chatting idly at an outdoor table. The redhead rests his chin on his palm, a soft smile on his face as he listens to every word the other says to him.

“Hey, mind if I cut in?” you hum, causing the two to look at you.

“Always,” Chigiri hums, scooting a bit closer to Kunigami to make space for you. He instantly leans toward him more, his head on the taller male’s shoulder. “My God, you’re like a space heater.”

Kunigami chuckles, opening his arm and allowing the redhead to slot in against his side. “There. You warmed up now, princess?”

“I won’t hesitate to bite you, you oaf.” The words from Chigiri’s lips hold so much venom, but the sigh of relief that leaves him gives away his true feelings.

You chuckle, exhaling in satisfaction as a hit of winter wind bites your skin. Your eyes close, a peaceful smile on your lips.

“You aren’t cold, (N/N)?” Kunigami’s soft voice breaks your tranquil moment.

“Mm mnh,” you answer. “I am absolutely, positively, 100%-“

“-cold.”

A familiar chiming voice cuts off your sentence, the sound of snow crunching alongside the gentle giggles of your seated friends causes you to perk up. “Ha-Ha, you’re soooo funny, Yoichi,” you grumble.

Isagi only hums as he walks up to you with a smile. A warm drink was soon placed into your hand, and you take notice of all of the winter gear he was wearing. You chuckle, rising to your feet and tracing a finger over his gloved hand.

“You’re decked out like there’s been a blizzard. It’s barely 10°C (50°F),” you say with a scoff, pulling his beanie over his eyes.

“Agh! Hey, you little-!” Isagi pulls his beanie up with an eye roll. “10°C is COLD, thank you very much. Some of us aren’t human space heaters either.”

“No need to be so grouchy. I have another arm,” Kunigami cuts in.

Isagi shoots him a glare, frowning lips hidden by a large scarf. “That’s not what I- ugh. Are you idiots ready to go?”

“Not yet,” Chigiri murmurs, still squished against Kunigami’s side. “Bachira isn’t here yet.”

“When have we ever waited for him?” you argue with a murmur, plopping back down on the seat of the table. “He’ll be late to his own funeral, I swear.”

Before anyone can respond, Bachira’s chirping voice calls out to the four of you. He wears a huge smile as he runs through the field of white beneath his feet. “Hiiiiiii guys! Good morning! Can you believe how much snow we got last night?!”

“Good morning, Bachira,” Chigiri hums. “Glad to see you’ve actually dressed appropriately for the cold this time, unlike someone…” he turns to you with a cocky smile, and you only stick your tongue out at him.

“Oh, yeah! It’s real chilly out today, isn’t it? I can totally see my breath in the air. Lookie lookie!” Almost instantly, the golden-eyed boy exhales audibly, his breath condensating in the open air.

You and the others smile at him, with Isagi slinging an arm around his shoulder.

“(N/N), it’s cold! What are you not wearing?” Bachira asks with a pout.

“What do you mean?! I’m perfectly content the way that I-“ a gust of subzero wind blows harshly against your body. All of the hairs on your arms stand up as you quite literally freeze on the spot. “am…”

“Like I said, I have another arm. Princess here seems perfectly content to be- OUCH! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST BITE ME?!”

“I tried to warn you.”

You huff, flexing your fingers as a shiver wracks your body. You shake your arms a few times, trying to brush it away. You will NOT concede; this year is going to be your-

“Scoot over,” Isagi orders.

You oblige, creating less space between you and Chigiri, who seems perfectly content to be warming up the way he is. Isagi sits down next to you, mirroring Kunigami’s earlier action. Almost instantly, you lean into his body, clinging onto his jacket with an annoyed huff.

“Honestly, (N/N), you need to take better care of yourself. It’s okay to admit that you’re cold,” Yoichi murmurs, rubbing your arm with his hand. “You’ll catch your death if you don’t start dressing properly.”

“I’m not cold,” you rebut petulantly.

“And I don’t play soccer.”

“That’s not fair. I’m not cold!”

“You’re practically melting into his side there,” Bachira coos, coming behind you and rubbing your shoulders teasingly. “If you’re not cold, there must be a different reason you’re leaning into him so much~!” He giggles as you shoot him a glare as icy as the ground.

You roll your eyes, leaning into Isagi more. Luckily, the newfound warmth on your face helped to fight the winter’s cold, and it seemed that Yoichi had no protest to having you so close to him… No, no, don’t be delusional.

“Well, I for one am ready to get out of this weather. Shall we head inside?” Chigiri’s voice sounds over your impending inner monologue.

“Huh- wh- yeah! Yeah. Let’s go inside,” you hum, not making any effort to move away from your personal heater.

“Seems like we were both lying through our teeth I guess,” the redhead hums, having not moved an inch either.

You giggle, gasping with an exaggerated pout as Isagi moves to stand up. He offers you two gloved hands, which you happily take and help yourself stand. When the action was done, he keeps one hand interlocked with yours, claiming it’s “to keep you warm.” All you can really think is that Yoichi is holding your hand.

Soon, everyone is up on their feet. Isagi and Kunigami walk on your left, talking ecstatically about an intense soccer game that they had either watched or played in—you aren’t quite paying attention.

Bachira and Chigiri are to your right. Chigiri’s listening fondly to the half blonde telling him horror stories of his times in the kitchen. Again, you’re not really paying attention. (However, you did catch Kunigami sneaking glances at Chigiri, smiling like an idiot whenever he would so much as laugh at something.)

Your mind is a mess as you walk, focused on how touchy Isagi has been today so far. You absentmindedly squeeze his hand, leaning against his shoulder when he does it back. From an outsider’s point of view, it would look like the two of you are- WOAH! WOAAAAAH! PAUSE! Get your head screwed on right, (Y/N)!

All things considered, you can’t help but smile as you walk with them to class.

By the end of the day, the temperature has only seemed to drop more. You instantly cringe as the permafrost brushes against your skin. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Yoichi. He frowns, slipping his hand into yours once again, as if it were second nature, as if it were a totally natural, knee-jerk reaction.

“Come on, (N/N), let’s go find everyone else, okay?” he hums softly, rubbing his thumb over the base of your own. “I swear, you’d freeze to death without me here.”

You only can follow after him, focusing on how soft his touch is…

When you catch up to Kunigami and Chigiri, you’re all waiting on Bachira… again… The two shoot each other a smirking side-eye when they notice your interwound hands. You look at them with a poorly hidden, dopey grin, yourself shaking your head slightly in disbelief.

“So, you giving in yet, (N/N)?” Kunigami asks you with a soft chuckle. “You’re looking pre-tty cold there.”

“Nope. I’m not cold!” you hum, despite the shivering state of your body.

“They have me to thank for that,” Isagi cuts in, squeezing your hand slightly.

At that moment, Bachira does what he does best and somehow spawns behind the two of you. He drapes himself over the two of you, leaning against your backs with his arms around your shoulders. “Ohoho! Isagiiii~! You sly dog! Holding their hand so publicly?! You’ve got guts, man!”

You just about jump out of your skin from the sudden voice. You turn your head around with a patient smile choosing to ignore his teasing comment. “Hi, Bachira. How was your test?”

“Ughh soooooo boring! I finished it in like five minutes, so I had almost an hour of free time. The field is totally covered in snow. I had enough time to build a snowman!” Before either of you can protest, you and Yoichi are dragged along together, due to your interlocked hands, with Kunigami and Chigiri following close behind.

The half-blonde’s snowman is a… sight to behold. the sticks for the arms are far too large, and he had stuck butter crackers into it for the eyes, blueberries for the mouth and buttons. You want to ask why there’s one missing from the mouth, but amidst his jabbering, he notes that a bird came by and snatched it up before he could stop it.

“It’s… something,” Kunigami mumbles.

“Isn’t it awesome?! It makes me feel like a kid again,” Bachira hums, dropping onto his back and making an angel in the snow. “We haven’t been able to just play like this in such a long time. Oh! I miss being so young and carefree~!”

“He does have a good point…” Chigiri mumbles. With the tie on his wrist, he pulls back his long red hair, tucking it under his hat. He lays down in the snow next to the half-blonde, chuckling softly at the Cheshire grin he’s met with.

“Join usssss!” Bachira chirps, beaming the remaining three of you a close-eyed smile. “It’s so fun!”

You want to protest, but Kunigami shrugs with a soft grin, joining Bachira and Chigiri in the snow. Yoichi only rolls his eyes. “You’re all children.”

“You too can be a child for the price of one snow angel!” Bachira chirps in reply.

“No way. I’m not getting all snowy.”

“See, you claim that. But, can you really be sure?” Chigiri hums innocently.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it right now.”

“I’m not thinking anything. You’re just on edge for noooo reason,” the redhead says with a chuckle.

“Hyoma-“

“Yoichi-“

The two are interrupted by a sharp battle cry by Bachira. He jumps to his feet and tries to pull Isagi down into the snow, but the bluenette only dodges effortlessly. You watch with a fond smile as the two work the snowy field like an empty soccer pitch.

“You two are so totally obvious,” Kunigami teases. He stands up and offers a hand to Chigiri, who takes it with a smile. “You’re such a cute couple.”

“W-What?! We aren’t-“

“(Y/N),” the two say simultaneously, giving you an exasperated look.

Before you can argue, you notice that Isagi’s hat slipped off his head in the midst of the “fight.” You quickly rush over to retrieve it. When you bend down to pick it up, you hear rushing footsteps behind you. Within seconds, a huge mound of snow fell atop of your head and down the back of your shirt.

Your body instantly seizes up, and you whip around with dangerous, wide eyes. “W-Who th-the hell d-did i-it?” you stutter, body turning to total ice. “I-I’m go-gonna fr-eak-king k-k-kill-“

“Oh God, (Y/N)!” You had never heard such fear in Yoichi’s voice before. His hands instantly find your shoulders, brushing the snow off of you. He looks at you with concern while Bachira looks at you with immense guilt. “You stay here. I’ve got stuff in my bag for you.”

“W-W-Why d-do yo-ou-?”

“You always swear you’re not cold, but I know you, (N/N). Every year, without fail, you tell me you’re cold. What kind of man would I be if I wasn’t prepared for when you finally admit it?”

The comment leaves you dizzy, and your heart starts to pound. You barely register him calling for Chigiri and Kunigami until they’re standing at your side. The three boys don’t hesitate to start wiping the snow off of you, with Kunigami’s warm hands getting the powder out from the inside of your shirt. His hands gently brush along the skin of your back.

“Hey, g-guys, uh-“ you mumble.

The three look at you with confusion as you watch Isagi rush to grab his things.

“Is Yoichi… um seeing anybody?”

Everyones’ hands halt when your words register. They all rush to stand in front of you, looking at you in confusion.

Bachira giggles sweetly. “Yeah! He sees us all every day!” He teases sarcastically, knowing fully well what you mean.

“No, no, I mean like… is he dating anybody?”

The half-blonde looks at you dumbfounded, as if you had just spoken to him in a foreign language. “Wait, what? You’re not messing with us? You actually mean that-“

“Why are you all looking at me like that?!” you ask in exasperation.

“(Y/N), are you two not dating already?!” Bachira asks, genuinely shocked.

You feel your breath stop in your lungs. This is news to you for sure. Were you two actually together, and you didn’t even realize it? There’s no way! “You’re screwing with me, right? Yoichi does not like me like th-“

“(N/N), he’s literally running to get you the hat, gloves, and scarf he’s kept in his bag since I’ve known him,” Chigiri deadpans.

“Right. And, truth be told, no guy would be so touchy with someone he doesn’t like,” Kunigami notes.

“You guys are-“

“That’s different,” Bachira hums. “We give you hugs because you’re our friend. We don’t do it because we like-like you; at least, I don’t.”

“That’s right, friends. Friends are pretty touchy with each other!” you try desperately to argue.

“(Y/N)…” Kunigami murmurs. “He literally held your hand earlier for at least fifteen minutes. Plus, he let you lean on him when you were cold.”

“You let Chigiri do that!” you whine. “He was all snuggled up into your side earlier, and you two aren’t-“

The two look at one another, sighing, then back at you, locking their hands together with eyes half-lidded. They look at you as if you’re stupid, waiting for it to click.

Your defensiveness sobers as you relax a bit. “Oh.”

The two chuckle, with Chigiri rolling his eyes. “I mean, even Bachira put it together.”

“Hey! I’m so much smarter than you give me credit for,” the half-blonde whines.

“Says the guy who thought putting butter crackers in an open field was wise,” you rebut.

“I won’t hesitate to shove more snow down your back, (N/N).” His voice somehow drops to a deadly serious one, only in a matter of seconds. “You’re in for a rude awakening if you think I’m kidding.”

You hold your hands up in defense. “Woah there, calm down, Tiger. I’m trying to warm up, not get more cold.”

“Ha! So you admit it,” Isagi’s voice finally sounds. His breath condensates in the air as he huffs and puffs, clearly having run faster than he had all day. “Here, don’t move.”

“I can put it on mys-“

“No way. I can’t trust you to do anything for yourself. It took getting snow dumped down your back for you to finally admit you might be affected by the weather.” Yoichi takes off his glove and takes hold of your hand. “I mean, seriously! Your hands are like ice for crying out loud!”

You can’t help but smile softly, deep down loving being fussed over by him. The bluenette mumbles out an angry ramble at you, carefully dressing you in the winter gear.

“I keep telling you to dress warm, (N/N), but nooooo,” “You never ever want to listen to me.” He places a scarf around your neck, securing it into the collar of your shirt. “It’s like the universe planned for you to get totally frozen to teach you a lesson.”

You watch intently as he takes your hand, sliding a glove on it. He holds the other glove in between his teeth as he continues to mumble about how you’re “being irresponsible with your health,” and how you’re “gonna end up sick,” and how he “hates how whiny you are when you’re sick.” Both gloves are now on, and he shrugs his coat off, wrapping it around you and pulling your arms through it. He zips it up with a huff.

Finally, he grabs the hat he brought and places it on your head. He pulls it down with an exasperated exhale. He then places both hands on your temples and kisses your forehead angrily. “There. Better now? Are you warming up?”

The three boys watch silently, biting back smiles smiles. You on the other hand…

“I-“ you blink, unspoken words stuttering on your lips. “Y-Yeah.”

Yoichi’s mind seems to sober when he looks down at you. His face erupts into a deep blush. “I- I didn’t- I- uh- you- we-“

His cute babbling was interrupted by Bachira nailing him in the side of the face with a snowball. “Oh you little-!”

You shoot a wink at the half-blonde, flashing him an evil grin. Before he can rationalize, you wrap yourself around Isagi’s middle, pulling him down on the ground. He lands with his arms on either side of your head. “RUN BACHIRA!” you squeal.

The bluenette groans at you. “What the hell was that for?! Are you okay? Did I crush you or anyth-“

You roll your eyes, smiling up at him. “Had to give him a head start, Y’know? He could barely catch you last time.”

Yoichi rolls his eyes. “Sometimes, you’re just as insufferable as him.” He rocks back onto his knees, then gets to his feet, offering you a hand. You take his hand with a cheeky smile.

“Stay here, okay? I don’t need you getting another load of snow dumped on you,” Isagi hums. It seems like clockwork when he holds your head and kisses your forehead for the second time. He begins to stalk off toward Bachira.

“Hey, Yoichi!” you shout.

Isagi comes bounding back toward you. “Yeah? Yeah? You okay?”

“No! That’s the second time you’ve missed, idiot!”

“Missed?! What do you-“

The bluenette is cut off by you cradling both sides of his face and connecting your lips for a kiss. His hands find purchase immediately, one wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer, and the other holding the side of your own face.

You kiss him as if you’d waited years for it, and it seems as if he’s doing the same. When you pull away, everything tells you to go back in. You look into his eyes like a lovesick puppy. Oh boy… a conversation is going to have to be had. “Go get him, Loverboy,” you coo, flashing him a sweet smile.

Isagi runs off with a stupid grin on his face, shouting Bachira’s name. You, in turn, take a seat next to Kunigami and Chigiri, snuggling into Isagi’s jacket a bit more. Kunigami opens his arm, and you rest against his side, cheek squished against his shoulder.

“God, he really is like a space heater,” you murmur.

“Told you,” Chigiri murmurs, cheek squished all in the same way.

You sigh, watching contently as Yoichi successfully catches Bachira, tackling him to the ground before smooshing a snowball in his face. You cringe at the thought of how cold he must be.

But, with a boy like Yoichi Isagi in love with you, you feel like you’ll never have to fight the cold again.

✪ ——— ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ. ——— ✪

[leviathans-watching]

ive never done requests before 😭 would it be possible for u to maybe write a sick!mc w the dateables? i need more simeon in my life dawg

sick!mc with the dateables

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

warnings: mentions of fevers, colds, coughing

a/n: ugh this was so cute! thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy <33 my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

Please reblog<33333

➳ diavolo had noticed you looking pale and sluggish, so when you start to complain that you don’t feel well, he’s really not surprised. “oh, dear,” he says with a sigh, touching your forehead. “you’ve definitely got a fever. weak human immune systems. how about i run you a bath and make you some tea.” already, he’s thinking about how to best take care of you, making a mental list of things he needs barbatos to run out and get. and just to be safe, you’ll have to stay in his room tonight where he can look over you and make sure you don’t get any worse.

➳ barbatos wrinkles his nose as you cough, long and painful-sounding noises escaping your mouth. without prompting, he hands you his handkerchief and then sets up the kettle, grateful you’re already in the kitchen. “i’ll make you some tea,” he offers. “you can just sit there and not strain yourself. and also please don’t cough all over the counter. i just cleaned it.” you smile at that, sensing the dry humor in his words, and he pulls down the honey, intent on making some of the best tea he’s ever made to help with throat and chest health.

➳ simeon knocks on your door, chicken soup in hand. “i’m coming in,” he calls gently, pushing your door open. lord, it’s a good thing he’s around because the brothers would have no clue how to treat you. when he enters, he sees why you never replied–you’re asleep. unable to stop a smile from forming upon seeing your cute face and messy bedhead, simeon sets the tray down on your nightstand, pulling the blankets you kicked down back up to your chin. “get well soon,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. partly to check for fever and partly because he wants to.

➳ solomon dismisses your concern for him catching your cold so he can nurse you back to health, staying by your side attentively while the illness runs its course. he’s always there with another blanket, to tell you stories, and to refill your water, even using his magic to keep you entertained. it’s nice, and you really appreciate him, but can’t help but roll your eyes when you recover and he begins to get sick. “hey, now it’s your turn to nurse me back to health,” he jokes weakly, and you sigh, but know in your heart that you don’t mind taking care of him, just as he hadn’t minded taking care of you.

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[bow-of-aros]

Just Like Sunshine

Summary:

Owen knows where Curt is ticklish and enjoys thoroughly exploiting it, so Curt thinks it's about time they evened out the playing field.

Guys. Guys. I'm obsessed with these two. Owen Carvour my beloved you deserved so much better and by God will I give it to you. UGH THEM <33333 Anyways I hope that everyone enjoys my labour of love that's been the only thing that I've been doing for the past 2 days (Which ended up 3.5k words. Holy shit) :D

Owen snapped awake as the sun’s rays filtered into the room. With his occupation, he doesn’t afford himself the luxury of slowly coming to consciousness, of basking in that hazy space between the sleeping and waking world.

It was never a certainty, where Owen would find himself in the morning. If everything went as it should, it would typically be the same place he fell asleep the night before. But then there’s also the abductions, the drugging, the being knocked out, all things that would result in needing to be alert as soon as possible.

Thankfully, he woke up in his own bed, curled under his barely-used sheets and tucked snugly against against a warm chest.

Reassured that he wasn’t going to plan some sort of escape, Owen let himself sink into the embrace, enjoying the rare feeling of being protected. Due to the height difference, something that he knew that Curt secretly loved, Owen tended to do a lot of the holding. But here, with his head tucked underneath his partner’s chin as strong arms wound themselves around him, Owen figured that he could bear getting used to this.

He listened to the steady beat of Curt’s heart as his thoughts trailed off. It was moments like this that made going back to their respective countries all the more difficult. It wasn’t easy, going from the certainty that Curt was alive and breathing here next to him to not knowing if one day he’d show up to work to receive the news that his partner had been killed in action.

Owen hadn’t even realized how much he’d tensed up until a thumb started rubbing back and forth along the nape of his neck and he let out a heavy sigh, allowing the hands on his back to coax him into relaxing again.

“It’s too early to be thinking about whatever you’re thinking.” Curt’s voice was rough from sleep and half-muffled from the way his face was buried in Owen’s hair.

It’s one of the most beautiful sounds that Owen’s had the fortune of hearing.

“I find that I’m rather inclined to agree with you there.”

Curt’s fingers being trailing across Owen’s back, tracing the all too familiar scars that map out his career, that illustrate their time spent together. He allows the soothing motions to lull him back into a doze, his body trusting Curt to look out for both of them should anything happen.

Of course, things can never stay calm for long, but Owen’s enough of a man to admit that this one might be his fault.

It starts when he shifts up just a bit to press a kiss to Curt’s neck, earning a pleased hum. Owen can’t help but smile and chase that sound, brushing his lips over his collarbone before tangling his fingers in Curt’s hair in order to pull him down for Owen to reach.

The sharp exhale fades into stuttering breaths as Owen continues to kiss his way up his partner’s neck, tugging gently at his earlobe with his teeth before moving behind his ear. He only manages a quick kiss there before a muffled noise escapes Curt’s mouth and his shoulders scrunch up to protect his neck.

Oh, he’d forgotten about Curt’s little weakness.

Owen could feel a smirk push its way onto his face as he leaned in close to whisper, “Sorry, love. Forgot you were a bit sensitive there.”

He leaned back just enough to see how Curt’s face had scrunched up, grin only widening as Curt caught his eye with a nervous smile.

Something melted in him at the sight. Curt Mega, the best spy that the American Secret Service had to offer, laid out and vulnerable just for him. Smiling at Owen even though Owen finds great joy in exploiting what Curt thinks is an embarrassing trait for a spy to have.

Owen thinks that it’s perfectly Curt, so they agree to disagree.

“Owen,” Curt’s voice trembles with the giggles he’s holding back and isn’t that just precious, “You don’t have to do tHIS. Hehey!”

He really should be paying better attention to where Owen was keeping his hands, put those spy skills he’s always bragging about to good use. How could Owen resist when a few sneaky flutters of his fingers against the back of Curt’s neck drew out and honest to God squeal?

Bracing his arms on either sides of Curt’s head, Owen leaned in close, “I don’t know, Curt. It’s not good for a spy to have a weakness such as this, it’s my solemn duty as your partner to train you out of— oof!”

Before Owen could even finish his sentence, Curt had managed to hook a leg around Owen’s waist, flipping them over so that Curt was now looking down at him, sporting a particularly proud grin. A quick tug at where Curt had tucked Owen’s hands under his knees confirmed that he was well and truly stuck, and a faint warmth began to crawl up his cheeks.

“You have me at an advantage, Agent Carvour.” Curt placed his hands on Owen’s shoulders and Owen had to suppress a flinch when his thumbs smoothed across his chest.

Still, Owen had to scoff, “I have the advantage? Need I point out that you’re quite literally on top of me at the moment?” He shifted his hips a bit to prove his point, but Curt only tightened his hold.

Spoilsport.

“Yes, Owen!” The suave tone Curt had been going for slipped into more of a whine, “You know where I’m ticklish, but I have no clue where you’re ticklish. It’s not fair!”

Ah. So this is where this was going.

Owen pasted on his most charming grin, “Yes, well, that happens to be because you’re ticklish everywhere, dear. Fortunately I am not predisposed to such an enfeeblement, so do us both a favour and give up before you embarrass yourself.”

Instead of conceding the point like he’d been hoping, Curt’s smile only grows.

“What?”

Curt makes a show of cracking his knuckles, and Owen does a worse job than he’d like to admit at pretending it didn’t effect him. “You’re using fancier words than usual. You only do that when you’re nervous.”

He opens his mouth, perhaps to protest, perhaps to deflect, but Curt continues before he has the chance to speak.

“So, you definitely are ticklish, and I’m gonna give you two options. You can either tell me where your worst spot is, and I’ll call it even, or I can find it for myself.” He leans in closer, a mirror of how Owen had done the exact same thing just moments earlier, “And I promise to be very thorough.”

Owen considers his options, despite the fact that he already knows what he’s going to choose. Owen Carvour is a proud man and a damn good spy, he didn’t get this far by simply giving up information.

So, he flattens his lips and raises his eyebrows in a clear challenge.

And if there’s one thing that Curt loves, it’s a challenge.

“You know, I was hoping that’s what you would say.” His finger’s came to rest under Owen’s jaw, and Owen did not appreciate the way his grin sharpened as he flinched. “I think that we start from the top and work our way down. What do you say, Carvour?”

It’s rare that anything holds Curt’s attention for long. His mind jumps from topic to topic with no discernible link, even Owen struggles to keep up when he really gets going.

But now? Curt’s laser-focused on Owen beneath him. Even if Curt hadn’t had him in a very secure pin, there’s a chance that his gaze alone could keep Owen in place and, normally, Owen does not appreciate being made to feel like prey.

It’s different with Curt. Right now, all Owen can feel is a curl of giddy nervousness that he’s trying very hard to ignore.

The fingers twitch against his neck and Owen curses his wandering attention as a small gasp escapes him.

Curt’s still looking down at him, but his grin is softer. Amused.

“Cat got your tongue? Or am I really just that breathtaking?”

“Well,” Owen drawls, trying to cover for his lapse, “This certainly isn’t an unflattering view. As for your other proposition, I find it completely unnecessary to—Wait! Cuhuhurt nononono!”

Christ this was embarrassing. Owen had been hoping to last a little bit without cracking, but from Curt’s smug-ass grin, he’d probably gotten Owen talking looking for this exact outcome.

“Awwwwww! Has anybody ever told you that your giggle is adorable, baby?” Suddenly, Owen is significantly more desperate to regain control of his arm to, at the very least, cover his burning face.

“Sod ohohohoff!” Curt switched sides and Owen was doing his level best to connect his shoulders with his head, “I do not gihiggle!”

Yeah, he knows that he’s not exactly making his case here.

And apparently, Curt agreed with that assessment.

“Sure. Whatever you say, giggles.” He used one finger to scratch a little mockingly under his chin, and Owen wanted nothing more than to melt into the bed at the snort that escaped him.

It took Owen a moment to realize that Curt had paused his attack, and he allowed the residual laughter (that were not giggles) to pour out of him as he opened his eyes.

Curt’s face was flushed a light pink and sporting an awestruck smile. He gently brushed away some of Owen’s hair from where it had tangled around him before leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. A soft sigh escaped Owen as a hand cradled his cheek and he leaned into the contact, savouring the moment.

When Curt pulled away, that same dopey smile on his face, Owen raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Sometimes I can’t believe that I get to see you like this.” It was said like a confession, breathed into the air between them. “You’re beautiful, Owe. Your laugh sounds just like sunshine and you snort which is fucking adorable.”

Curt ran a hand through his hair and Owen had to admire the way it fell back into his face, framing soft brown eyes in a way that not even the most talented artist couldn’t begin to replicate because it would be Curt, here with Owen. Safely tucked away behind locked doors in a place where they can just be.

“I love you, Owen. Sometimes I feel like I’ll explode with how much I love you.”

Owen would love to have his arms back, to take Curt’s face in his hands and never let him go, but he settles for trying to pour every ounce of what he feels into his smile.

“Didn’t know that you were a poet, love.” Curt huffs a laugh and tweaks his side, eliciting a yelp. “Okay! I love you too, you twat. I spend our time apart counting down the seconds before I get to see you again.”

And it’s true. Owen would spend every moment of the rest of his life with Curt if he could.

They stay like that for a bit, just savouring the moment, until Owen offers up a dry, “Does this mean that you’ll get off of me now?”

Curt’s evil grin snaps back into place and Owen’s going to take that as a resounding no.

“Look. Your giggles were cute and everything, but I think we both know that that wasn’t what I was looking for.” He starts walking two fingers up Owen’s stomach and towards his ribs and, yeah, maybe it’s a little more intimidating than Owen had been anticipating.

“Curt, love,” Owen curses the way his voice wobbles just the slightest bit, but he powers through, “You don’t have to do this. Can’t we come to some sort of agreement?”

He feels Curt begin to lightly trace his topmost ribs and snaps his jaw shut, breathing sharply through his nose in an attempt to keep his composure.

Curt just sits there with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, I’m pretty sure I said something like that earlier and you didn’t look like you were going to have mercy on me. But,” He adds, slowly travelling down, “My original offer still stands. You give up your worst spot, and we’ll call it even. After I test it out to make sure you’re not lying, of course.”

He wasn’t daft, Owen saw the bargain for what it was: An out. Curt was always willing to put Owen’s comfort above all else, and he was giving him the chance to escape if it was all too much.

But, to be completely honest, Owen had dished out his fair share of this kind of affection, and he wasn’t exactly opposed to being pinned by his extremely attractive boyfriend. He could think of worse ways to spend his morning than laughing under Curt’s hands. Not that he would ever admit to that out loud.

So… “You can take your offer and shove it right up your arse—CURT! Shihihihit I cahahahan’t!”

Owen had barely had the chance to finish his sentence before Curt dug in, clawing down his ribs and occasionally rubbing his knuckles over the bones. The sensation was overwhelming in the best possible way and Owen threw his head back as frantic cackles were drawn out of him.

Distantly, he heard Curt chuckling above him, “This is definitely closer. What do you say, Agent Carvour? Did I find it?”

While he was speaking, one of Curt’s hands had switched to sporadic pokes and light tracing between his ribs while the other one continued its ruthless attack. Owen honestly didn’t know which one was worse, just that both desperately made him want to curl up into a ball to protect himself.

He decided to throw a Hail Mary in the hopes that he could sneak one by Curt, “YES! Yehehehes it’s the wohohohorst! Lehehet me gohohohoho!”

A contemplative hum sounded and Curt’s fingers slowed, allowing Owen to suck in greedy breaths as he fought to recover from the brutal attack.

“You know,” A small squeak escaped Owen’s lips as Curt’s breath curled around his neck in a way that should not be that sensitive, “I don’t believe you.”

Owen’s eyes snapped wide in panic. “Curt wait! Waitwaitwait you can’t! Shihihihit cohohome ohon!”

Curt, not exactly known for his patience, had already moved to his stomach, kneading it like a particularly dedicated cat before scribbling up his sides, pitching Owen into a significantly higher octave than before.

“I think you’ll find that I definitely can, baby.” Curt mimed pushing up a pair of glasses before noting, “Hm, not as bad as the ribs, but perfect if I’m itching to see the way his nose scrunches up. Good to know.”

At that, Owen desperately tried to smooth out his face with very minimal success, prompting Curt to prod at his ribs, speaking over his surprised shriek.

“Ah ah ah, no hiding that smile! Got it?”

He gave a few more pokes until Owen frantically nodded. At this point, he was pretty sure that his smile was glued to his face anyway.

“Excellent!” Curt cheered, “Now, where to next?”

Owen spared a second to be grateful that Curt was perched on his hips before he started squeezing down his legs and his struggling increased tenfold.

“Oh? What do we have here?”

Oh shit. Ohhhh shit.

“Curt!” Owen tossed out desperately, “Cohohome ohohohon! Just gihihive it uhuhup! Plehehease not thehehere!”

“What was that?” Curt sounded absolutely delighted, that evil, evil man, “Did Owen Carvour, the best agent the MI6 has had literally ever, just beg?!”

The further Curt moved down his thigh, the more frantically Owen kicked his legs in an attempt to dislodge him. The shocks running through him were slowly tearing what little composure he had left to shreds, but it was more the anticipation of what was to come than the attack he was currently suffering.

Owen could barely bring his addled brain to form words and settled to shaking his head in denial.

“Aw, c’mon!” Curt goaded, pausing for a moment as his hands hovered threateningly, knowingly, over Owen’s knees, “If you do it again, I might consider showing mercy.”

That was a bald-faced lie and they both knew it. Owen pretended to consider Curt’s proposition, and Curt pretended to believe him, both gearing up for what was sure to be the grand finale.

“Curt…” Owen infused his voice with a note of defeat just to see the way he briefly cocked his head in confusion like a puppy, “Fuck you.”

A shocked laugh echoes between them, “You little—” He cuts himself off, shrugs, “Well, you asked for it.”

He squeezes at the tops of Owen’s knees, and Owen almost manages to send Curt flying with how hard he kicks.

“CURT! Nonononono plehehehehease! I’m sohohohorry SHIT!” This is how Owen’s going to die. He dug his fucking grave and now he has to lie in it but holy fuck what a way to go.

Owen manages to worm a hand from under Curt’s knee, but any and all coordination and strength that he might’ve had has been effectively sapped out of him. He gives Curt’s leg a few frantic slaps before holding on for dear life, using Curt as an anchor even though he’s the cause of the fucking storm!

Curt, for his part, is having the time of his life. He’s getting some long awaited revenge on the many attacks that Owen’s launched on him ever since he pressed that first too-light kiss on his neck. And it’s not an unwelcome boost to his pride to have one of the greatest spies ever at his mercy, pleading from just a few fingers.

Yeah, he might be a bit of a sadist, but there’s a reason he and Owen fit together so well.

Owen can just barely remember what Curt had said about being thorough, just that he was holding very true to his word. He could feel his partner mentally cataloguing his reactions to different techniques, testing for weaknesses and then fully exploiting them before moving on to the next.

Squeezing at the tendon just above the knee produced shrill hysterics. Scribbling and slowly dragging nails over his kneecaps introduced incoherent babbling that could’ve been pleas for mercy or threats to his life.

By the time Curt moved to the soft spot behind his knees, Owen was nearly spent. A few tears trickled down his temples and his hair was a complete disaster. As curious fingers wormed between his legs and the bed, Owen’s laughter pitched up desperately, cracked, and went completely silent.

Curt only kept it up for a few more seconds before deciding that revenge had been exacted to its fullest extent. When he heaved himself off of Owen, watching him recover with adoring eyes, Owen couldn’t even find it in himself to curl up. He simply laid there, catching his breath and sinking as far into the sheets as his body would let him.

He flinches a bit when Curt reaches out to him but Curt just says, “Don’t worry, I’m done,” and wipes away the drying tears before leaving his arms open in an invitation.

Maybe Owen should’ve hesitated more before collapsing into his partner’s chest, but he was exhausted and Curt was there, running soothing hands through his hair and down his back.

“You’re an evil, rotten man, Curt Mega.” Owen mutters this into his chest, body betraying him as he presses as close as he can manage into the comforting warmth.

Curt just places a fond kiss on his forehead, “Well, maybe. But you deserved it and now the playing field has evened itself out. And,” He says, scratching at Owen’s scalp and earning a contented groan, “I didn’t hear you say red, which makes me think that, maybe, you didn’t mind it as much as you were trying to let on.”

There’s a cutting remark sitting on the tip of Owen’s tongue, but then Curt’s hand gets caught in his tangled hair and the gentle tug washes it away. He settles for swatting at Curt’s arm and mumbling, “Whatever. Like you’re one to talk.”

Curt’s breath hitches minutely in his chest, but Owen still counts it as a win.

“You know,” Curt says, “We should probably be getting up. We only have one more day before I need to go back to America, there’s lots we could be doing.”

Owen just clings on tighter, “I swear to Christ, if you try to drag me out of bed after what you just put me through, I’m never letting you stay here again. And anyways, love, I can’t think of much I’d rather be doing than laying here with you. Just try to savour the moment.”

Neither wanted to think about their inevitable separation, so they didn’t, choosing to bask in the others’ presence for as long as they could. Enjoying the warmth and security that came with being together.

“I love you, Owe.”

“I love you too, Curt.”

Everything, every mission and life-threatening injury, was worth it as long as it lead them back to each other.

[rylanenthusiast]

Bro i will kiss you rn if you can write about Dylan and Ryan at camp sneaking off for a romantic bonfire moment <33333

sorry everyone for not posting for a while! took a little break to catch up with some work, but i’m back babeyyy <33 i expect that kiss right now fyi

It was a quiet night, save for the crackling of the slowly dying campfire. The moon gazed upon the fire pit with a tender glow, the wind soft and sweet.

It was perfect.

Especially considering the fact Dylan was sat alone with Ryan Erzahler, silently passing a bottle of Vodka between the two of them as they gazed back up at the moon.

How they got that bottle? Ryan had his ways. His ways being waving his “favourite counsellor” rights to pilfer the confiscated goods that Jacob had attempted to smuggle into the camp grounds.

Generally speaking, Ryan was a good guy. He was going to just toss the bottle into the lake or something, but a voice in the back of his head had suggested that this would’ve been the perfect in to get to know Dylan.

It was strange, he could never put a finger on just why he so strongly wanted to pick apart the boy. I guess deep down he just felt like there was more to him than meets the eye, not to say that what he could see was unpleasant in the slightest. Quite the contrary, actually.

Dylan, although delighted to have some alone time with Hackett’s Quarry’s finest, was shitting himself. Yeah, he’d dreamed about getting some alone time with Ryan, but he hadn’t actually planned past that point in his fantasies because he was so sure it would never happen.

So yeah, it was silent. Ryan too busy fighting his inner monologue as to why he had decided this was a good idea, and Dylan focusing on trying not to go into cardiac arrest.

Just as Dylan was about to speak, Ryan blurts all to casually into the silence-

“Have you had your first kiss?”

Dylan chokes on his own spit, “I’m sorry- what?”

“…Have you had your-“

“No- don’t worry i heard you the first time bud, but-“

“…Well have you?”

“I…,” he turns away, a pink hue tinging his sheepish face, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

Ryan turns to face him fully, an unimpressed look on his face as he waits patiently for Dylan to keep going. Dylan challenges his gaze.

“Ugh- fine- no, no I have not.”

Ryan’s eyes widen momentarily before resetting to their natural position.

“Why?”

“It’s not exactly a choice on my part dude,” he sighs, taking another swig from the bottle.

“But you’re hot?”

Dylan’s head flicks towards Ryan at record speed, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. Ryan only meets him with a deadpan look, as if what he just said was completely normal.

“What?”

“I said-“

“No- no- once again, heard you loud and clear man, I just,” he looks into Ryan’s eyes momentarily and immediately turns to stare at a very interesting patch of dirt in front of his legs,”…nevermind.”

Ryan would never admit it aloud, but some part of him was proud for the way he could fluster Dylan so easily. Turns out he couldn’t take what he dished out. He filed that information away for later.

“Uh huh,” he drawls, a subtle but satisfied grin on his face.

It’s silent again, but this time the tension sits thick in the air between their warm bodies.

“I think you’re hot too. For the record,” Dylan whispers, as if he’s afraid to say it.

Now it’s Ryan’s turn to blush, the sudden confession catching him off guard as he fixes his gaze ahead of him on the embers of the fire. He’s never heard Dylan sound so…vulnerable.

He doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, but he does slowly place an apprehensive hand on top of the one next to his, squeezing softly whilst never breaking his gaze on the ashes ahead of him.

A fire died that night, but a new one had just sparked.

[osarina]

okay so i read the newest part really late last night so i read it again just now and i SGABGHFHVJDHGJFF i have many things to say

“I’ll be back later tonight… wait for me?” “Yeah,” you finally agree, voice wavering. “I’ll wait for you.” hey now. that one kinda hurt.

“Fate, the word haunts him, curses him, he wants to spit in its face but every passing day reminds him that the gods must be laughing down at him.” IM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS W FATE IDGAF 

THE FLASHBACKS. THATS ENOUGH. DONT DO THAT TO ME.

“i am NOT coming to ur funeral.” our friends are so real tho 😭😭😭

THE KISS !! THE KISS THE KISS THE KISS

“and god, you want him.” YES TF I DO ‼️‼️

“it’s unfair, you might die” CARINA WE TALKED ABOUT THIS

“The man lets out a sigh of what can only be utter suffering, lifting his head to look up to the ceiling as if asking a higher deity ‘why me?’” chuuya ily you don’t get paid enough to deal with dazais shit

THE SCENE W HIM COMING BACN TO THE EMPTY APARTMENT IM SCREAMING. THE FLASHBACKS. THE PURE PANIC. I JUST.

“the way you meet him (although you’re always the one to find him), the way you die (he always finds you though),” hey so what the fuck.

the sunsets im sobbing 😭

WALKING TO THE EDGE OF THE ROOF??? AND STAYING THERE???? that shit made me so nervous my heart was in my ass for the entirety of this scene

the pov change at the end omfg i wanted to cry

UGH anyways ty for listening to my ramblings ily and your writing have a great day/night!! 🫶

TUMBLR USER PE4RL-DIVER WELCOME BACKKKK IVE MISSED YOU

dazai and his legendary beef with hate will never not make me snort - every time someone comments or sends an ask about it, it makes me giggle because this man is TRULY ready to throw hands with gods at this point

NOOOO WE LOVE THE FLASHBACKS <33333 it's not the end of them either!!!

I WAS SOOOOO EXCITED TO WRITE THE KISS - i wanted i to be in chapter 2 soooo bad but i just couldn't figure out a way to cleanly weave it in so i had to push it off</3 BUT I THINK IT WAS WORTH IT

HELP MEEEEE I CAN'T HELP IT also it's partially because i'm dramatic and every time something slightly inconvenient happens im seeking death so </3

CHUUYA IS SOOOO FUNNY BC YOU KNOW HE'S SO SICK OF DAZAI'S BULLSHIT LOLLLL poor man questions his existence every day

the pov change was such a last minute decision BUT im rlly happy i went with it because it also gave me an idea for uu6 that i think im going to try to implement so we shall see how it goes

TYYYY FOR SENDING YOUR RAMBLINGS ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

[quaranmine]

saw ur post abt ur job and i feel that. i was like abruptly moved from my old supervisor’s project into what is essentially a state of limbo where i help w a bunch of other people’s projects whenever they need me. but i never know when that will be, like i typically find out maybe and hour beforehand that i’m needed somewhere to do something. so i went from having an organized calendar of tasks everyday that i got to set myself to just being tossed into the middle of things without any notice everyday. it’s great and not stressful at all.

to being young and employed 😃👍

(but otherwise, best of luck w your job changes, switching managers is never a fun time. hope things are going well otherwise)

- beacon :)

AUGH, BEACON. look at the two of us. young and employed. always so nice to see you though, thank you for the ask <33333

as far as I know, I have the same job duties. Actually they broke the news to us with that. You know you're in for Something when your manager starts off with "so to start with, i want to emphasize that nobody is losing their jobs--" so like that's nice but. ugh.

It's more so that I have the same job duties, but I'm kiiiinda halfway in charge of a project right now and we have a big year. I'm supposed to do some big briefings on this project but I no longer have a manager to accompany me. And my team and I are pretty good to self-manage on a lot of things--part of why my current manager is good is that he trusts us a lot. But my current manager also knows what we do. We had a temporary stint in the summer where we had an interim manager and she was nice but we had to explain everything to her since she didn't specialize in our stuff. and she was so ambitious and wanted to Get Stuff Done. except she didn't even know what we were doing so like...her ideas of Getting Stuff Done didn't align with what we needed to do. Again, nice, but didn't understand our program. I envision this will just be repeated for months on end until the situation gets more stable. So we have a big year but this will just slow us down.

ALSO YES!! YES! THE ORGANIZED CALENDAR AND TASKS! part of why i'm upset is that idk what to expect going forward. i hate that. i want to know what to expect. i knew how my current manager does things and how he reacts and what he wants to see. i do not know anything anymore going forward. this is so stressful i just want to KNOW things but it's gonna be a mess until this settles in. sigh.

i hope your job gets more stable beacon, that sounds like it's super stressful. I wouldn't enjoy it at all. When I was an intern I was sort of similar in that I was a "help people as needed in multiple areas" person, but I always knew what it was days/weeks ahead of time. It was never just "an hour beforehand" it was always an organized thing. aaaaaaaaaagh i hate just reading that i hope it improves for you

[frogtanii]

memories were a fickle thing. oikawa was never one to dwell on the past but recently, that’s all he’d been doing.

ever since most of the house suddenly... removed themselves from meiko, tooru had had more time on his hands than ever before.

he filmed his videos, maybe went to go pester iwaizumi a bit (when he didn’t have his hands full with management), and then waited for that one day a week where he got to let loose for a bit and drop his inhibitions.

kyōtani and yahaba were the best companions for the job — kyō was intimidating and mean looking which scared away any creeps and yahaba tended to be funny and sarcastic which alleviated any possible tension that could’ve crept up.

all in all, they were a great trio, perfect for distracting one another from whatever was going on in their lives.

of course, they had to deal with kyōtani’s inadvertent panty-dropping but with a couple of snide remarks from tooru and yahaba, they were golden.

oikawa enjoyed his time with them, because when he was out there, in the club surrounded by his friends and other drunk, sweaty people, he didn’t have to think. he didn’t have to remember.

he didn’t have to think about why meiko seemed to be so keen with his best friend and not him. he didn’t have to remember the countless times he cried himself to sleep because he just wasn’t good enough, why wasn’t he ever good enough??

but now, the object of his pain and inferiority was coming with him, invading his last safe haven where she didn’t exist. his escape door was closing and as dramatic as he felt, he knew that this would be the end of something, something he genuinely cared about.

tooru sighed, his eyes falling upon his face in the mirror. he looked great (obviously), but something akin to regret and fear swam in his brown orbs.

ugh. that’s so not what he was going for. more glitter?

of course, the answer is always more glitter. digging through his makeup drawer, oikawa pulled out one of his more extensive (and expensive) eyeshadow palettes along with his blending brush and opened it up, spreading a hefty amount of turquoise glitter across his eyelid.

a loud knock sounded at his door, jolting his hand and sending a streak of pigment smearing across his cheek. “fucking hell,” tooru muttered, placing the brush and eyeshadow down before opening his bedroom door.

out in the hall stood meiko, clad in a way too short, way too slutty, hot pink dress, uneven fishnets, and 6 inch stilettos that she could barely walk in.

internally, oikawa was cringing at the foundation crumbling by her bright red lipstick and the concealer flaking around her black eye but he kept it together, too tired to deal with her bitching about his response to her appearance.

instead he stepped aside to let her into his room, her eyes trailing all over his (clearly superior) outfit as she stumbled into the doorway.

“is that what you’re wearing?” oikawa suppressed his eye roll at the question as he nodded, moving back towards his mirror to wipe off the stray glitter from his cheeks.

meiko scoffed, plopping down on his bed like she owned it while running a hand through her tacky extensions. “okay but isn’t the glitter a bit... much? like, you aren’t gonna get girls that way,” she tittered, tapping her acrylics on tooru’s 800 thread count bedsheets. “like, i love the lgbt or whatever but you look like super gay.”

oikawa tensed in front of the mirror for a split second before reaching down and grabbing his lipgloss just to spite her. “oh do i? funny how i just happen to be a member of the lgbt or whatever and just so happen to also be attracted to men. funny how that turns out, huh?”

he could hardly keep the venom out of his voice, earning him another annoyed scoff and an eye roll. “i said no offense.”

no, you didn’t, tooru thought, but he didn’t bother voicing this, knowing that in the end it didn’t matter. he could never be just the guy she wanted (macho, tall, big arms *cough cough* iwaizumi) and to be frank, he was kind of tired of trying.

“are you ready to go?” he asked, pulling on a couple rings and throwing on his chains and necklaces. a quick glance over to miss newborn deer revealed her picking her thong out of her ass and he internally groaned.

this was going to be hell.

“this is hell!” oikawa yelled over the music to his two companions while meiko was conveniently lost to the bathroom — something about needing to “refresh her smell” before meeting kyōtani.

yahaba gave him a concerned look while kyō made an understanding hum, gazing out onto the dance floor with his drink in his heavily tattooed hands.

if kyōtani wasn’t one of his best friends and unfortunately entirely straight, oikawa would’ve definitely hit that and he completely understood why meiko wanted to but kyō was a hard nut to crack. he rarely took women from the club home with him because although he didn’t seem like it, he was a hopeless romantic, a sucker for domesticity and a ring on a finger.

tooru was once like that, long before meeting meiko. he wanted to be with someone he was comfortable with, who he didn’t have to worry about anything with so he could just focus on the little things but as time went on, he became more and more cynical.

everyone who wanted to be with oikawa, wanted to do so for his looks or his fame and once he finally found someone who he thought would actually be the one, she was pulled away to be with other people (he wasn’t enough to keep her).

“hey,” kyōtani’s gruff voice knocked tooru out of his thoughts, kyō’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “you think too much. stop.”

oikawa couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face, earning him a small smile from his fuzzy headed friend. kyō was a man of few words but he always knew exactly what to say to get tooru out of his head.

a gift, truly.

actually this whole place, these people were gifts and he wasn’t going to allow meiko, the wicked bitch of the west, take it away from him. not if he had anything to say about it.

besides, if anyone could crush meiko’s spirit, it would be none other than kyōtani kentarou.

℗ poker face

a gift, truly

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an - well! this ended up wayy more kyōtani heavy than i originally planned but i’m lichrally in love w him??? i couldn’t Not but anyways!! in case u didn’t gather it, oikawa is bi!!! v hot v sick && thus officially begins his arc!!! don’t forget to feed me <33333

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the rest of the tags will be in the replies!!

[gamerbearmira]

Pepa and julieta got drunk. Alma and mirabel sighed seeing them both passed out. "I got alma, julieta's light as a feather you carry her" alma explained as they turned to their wolf forms. Mirabel grabbed julieta by the scruff of her sleeve. "Here" alma helped the drunk woman onto the wolfs back. Pepa layed on the wolf passed out. They walked to casita. They snuck through the kitchen window and transformed back. Julieta looked around" cas- *hiccup* ita" she smiled and fainted. Alma sighef as casita took them to their rooms. They just sat in the kitchen and rested their heads on the counter. "Ugh she convinced julieta to drink" alma sighed but mirabel didnt respond. She looked up"mirabel?" She smiled, exhausted. Mirabel was fast asleep. Alma fell asleep at the table.

THEM…So responsible, they have my heart, I love this

When they fell alseep together…<33333

[otrtbs]

“I’m learning that Regulus is just a lot more fragile than he lets on. Not in a bad way, just in a way where he breaks a little and mends most of the cracks by himself, before you even know about them. You only know he’s hurt when he…shatters,” Sirius sighed.

My fav lines of the chapter ugh beautiful 💔

ahhh thank you so much!! <3333 this makes my heart hurt for reg sm </3 :( poor thing but ahhhh thank you again <33333

[clonetrobed]

he remembered why he never leaves his apartment anymore

(i suck at past tense so i changed it to present but thank u!! this also ended up longer than expected so some of it is under the cut)

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He remembers why he never leaves his apartment anymore the second he steps onto the sidewalk. All at once, the sun is too bright, the street is too noisy, and the combination gasoline-street food smell that hangs in the hot evening air almost makes him gag. He immediately stumbles back inside, closing his eyes and gulping in deep breaths as he flattens himself back against the wall. When he opens his eyes, he finds the few people in the lobby of his building looking strangely at him. He sighs, gives them a cursory nod, and then makes his way back to the elevator.

It wasn’t always this bad. The sensory overload used to only happen occasionally, it used to be something he could bounce back from. It wasn’t until he moved to LA that it became a real problem - the daily migraines, the chronic fatigue, the oversensitivity. He’d fought through it for as long as he could, eventually collapsing on the set of his PA job the day after he’d sold his first script. 

Some celebration.

He groans a little as he steps back into his apartment, quietly locking the door behind himself and making a beeline for his bed in the corner of the studio. He strips out of his clothes and crawls under the covers, slipping his head underneath the pillow. The cool softness gets his body to untense, at least a little. His phone buzzes on his bedside table, but he ignores it. He doesn’t have the energy to speak to anyone at the moment - he’s not even sure his voice works. Instead, he closes his eyes.

His therapist says it’s all a physical manifestation of his anxiety, and his existing sensory processing issues only make it worse. He thinks that seems dramatic, even for him, but mostly he’s too tired to even bother looking into it. As long as he can write, he’s okay. It’s all about the coping.

He falls asleep at some point. When he wakes up, he can see the sun’s gone down outside, and the pain in his head is still present. He fumbles over the side of the bed for his phone to check the time, squinting against the light of his phone screen. But then he doesn’t even look at the time - something else on the screen makes his heart swoop in his chest.

4:28PM: Troy Barnes - (1) Missed Call

4:30PM: Troy Barnes - (1) New Message

Hey, baby. I guess you’re busy at work, so I won’t call you a million times. Just wanted to let you know we’re gonna be docked in the Canary Islands for a couple days. There’s wifi at the hostel, so whenever you’re free to FaceTime, just let me know and I’ll make sure I’m awake... and maybe make sure LeVar is out of the room, too, because fuck I miss you so much, Abed. Not to sound needy or anything, but... actually who am I kidding. I miss your hands and lips all over me, I miss sharing a bed with you, I miss looking into your eyes, I miss holding you, I miss eating buttered noodles and cosplaying Inspector Spacetime with you. Ugh, sorry for the extra long text, I guess I’ve just been thinking about you a lot lately. Only 6 more months until we can do all that stuff again, just like before except this time we’ll be millionaires. I love you so much, okay? I can’t wait to see you again. Call me when you can <33333

He smiles as he finishes reading the text, and then he immediately reads it again, and again. 6 more months until he has Troy back forever, and in the meantime, he’ll tolerate what he has. He’s done it this long.

In fact, he can’t help but notice as he dials Troy’s number, resting his head on the pillow as he listens to it ring, that the pain is already a little duller.

[scarlets-maximoff]

Can we have the girls shopping for something cute?? :33333

hey!! this prompt was kinda difficult for me to write so I chose a more comedic path while writing it! but thanks for sending it, i always love the scenarios you come up with!

here it is <3

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"do we really need to do this? you can literally create anything, darling, why can't you just-" agatha snaps her fingers to make a point, "and poof! there's the thing you wanted it." she finishes grumpily as she trails after wanda, shopping cart firmly secured in her hands.

"don't be like that, love. there's no fun in manifesting things out in thin air when you can actually buy them!" wanda gushes out excitedly, not once stopping her walk through the aisle they were in.

ikea is bustling with people. families and couples pass by them hurriedly, some talking in whispers with each other, some booming orders around or chiding their children. agatha hates the commotion. it's not that she dislikes seeing good furniture or looking for fair prices, she could say it's actually a fun activity for her. no, she dislikes the noises. the idea of having to socialize with other people who aren't wanda or her señor scratchy.

but she loves wanda and that's why she's here.

sighing inwardly, she runs a little to keep up with her wife. wanda and those long legs of hers. agatha almost hits her with the cart as the redhead suddenly stops by the kitchen furniture section. oh god, here we go.

"agatha, look!" wanda can barely stop herself from bouncing on her toes, her finger pointing to the lustrous and expensive-looking kitchen cabinet, "it's perfect for the cabin! look at these colors, oh my goodness, we have to buy it-" her wife rambles on, happiness and excitement echoing in her voice. agatha can't help but smile tenderly, her blue eyes softening at the scene before her. maybe she could try being good. for wanda's sake, of course.

she still hates this smelly store. ugh.

[inkykeiji]

Hiya Clair my darling I hope you are well 💕

How are you holding up? I hope that you’re taking it easy and doing better than the last time I spoke to you, my thoughts are with you always especially when you’re going through so much at the moment so I really am thinking of you during these really awful times <3

I wanted to just say that first before I started going off talking bout whatever I just end up rambling about - I’ve made a lil list of your film recs and I’m going to get through them eventually, that’s my goal in the next few months at least - I had already seen a few of them that were on the list so already got a head start there

I have really not been up to much this past week, mostly just working but these next couple weeks are gonna be really busy for me since places are properly opening up again soon and I have quite a few friends/family birthdays so my calendar is looking intimidating but I am looking forward to seeing people since it’s been so long since I’ve gone out with more than like 5 people

Omg also I went out for a proper date night which was so lovely, had dinner then went on a walk by the river and it was some romantic shit I tell you I’ve never felt so wined and dined before, we don’t really do dinner type date nights since our ‘dates’ are normally just us hanging out together or just going out to the movies or something which are all things I love doing but it’s nice to dress up and go out, we did a similar thing not too long ago to make up for the lack of going out we’ve been able to do and tbh I am now getting used to having lil dinner dates now - in more tmi news we did fuck in the back seat of his car so first time car sex was pretty amazing as well, I also am pretty convinced someone saw us soooo love that

Oh I did not realise how long I was just talking about going out to dinner for so I guess this is an immersive ramble now - anyway have you got any plans coming up? What have you been up to? I’m looking forward to these secret projects you mentioned, sounds vvv exciting - I also think that you made the right decision with you hair since the upkeep of dyeing it a colourful colour just a lot and I’m so glad you found hereditary scary too because my best friends brother watched it the other day and he said that it was scary but not that scary and I was just shocked anyway I will love you and leave you now <3 sending my love and hugs to you always <333-🍯

hello my precious honeybun <33

oh my luv, you’re so so so sweet, thank you so much <33 i am doing better!! slowly but surely. still taking it one day at a time and setting little goals for myself to accomplish each day <3

omg did you!? aaaaah that makes me so so so happy to hear!!! omg i hope you enjoy them!! and i absolutely cannot wait to hear your thoughts on them if you’re willing/comfortable to share!!!! i’m sorry i gave you such massive overwhelming lists LMAO i just aaaaaah love film so so so much and i can never limit myself to just a few when people ask for recs sigh </3

aw, that sounds nice!!! we’re finally moving into stage two over here, slowly slowly slowly. i just can’t wait to go to the mall again tbh. i desperately need some new clothes, but because i’m so tiny i have extreme difficulty ordering clothing online because i never know how it’s gonna fit!!! so i always prefer to go into the stores and actually try things on to make sure i like them before buying them.

AWWWWW HONEYBEE <3333333333 THAT SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!! my boyfriend and i cannot wait for the diners to open back up. we have this little tradition of going to diners (he gets burgers, i get breakfast food, always) and then sharing a sundae or a milkshake for dessert and ugh we both just miss it so so so much :( i genuinely can’t remember the last time we actually got dressed up and went on a fancier date either; usually those are reserved for art galleries and special movie theatres hehehe <333 but i miss it a lot and i’m looking forward to being able to do it again :(

BUT I’M SO SO SO GLAD THAT AT LEAST ONE OF US IS GETTING TO DO THESE THINGS HEHEHE also also i fucking love car sex, like so much, i like the semi-public aspect of it idk idk i quite enjoy it (i also love riding him, so)!!

HAHAHA NO BB NO IT’S OKAY i love hearing about it!!! <33 i have zero plans atm except for working and writing, which is okay with me!!! most things are still closed around here, so my man and i really just end up hanging out together in our bedrooms and stuff. OH OH i might see my best friend this week which would be lovely because i haven’t seen her in a while!!

HEHE THANK YOU THANK YOU <333 i hope you enjoy them!! and yes wtf hereditary was genuinely terrifying and tbh i was so happy because it’s so difficult to find a sincerely scary movie nowadays??? at least that’s how i feel LMAO like, midsommar was scary, yes, but it had more of this deeply unsettling and unnerving feel to it whereas hereditary to me felt like pure terror hahahaha <3 thank you my sweet honey i love u so much <33333