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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

[nishibai]

anyone want to be boy best friends like they are ^^^^

[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

[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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[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.

[queerdiazs]

hiiiiiiiiiii amanda <33333 talk my ear off about 'all you gotta do is say yes' pretty please with chocolate gravy on top! i hope it's a biscuit so it can soak all that goodness up

(i've decided i'm making you chocolate gravy and biscuits i need you to experience this delicacy and i must be present when it happens)

ugh, this fic is also kind of just vibes, but it's a spur of the moment buddie wedding on HALLOWEEN where they decide to get married in the backyard of their house, and it's silly and gooey and i definitely need to put some more love into it because it's so fun

Everyone’s over, even Ravi and Albert, and nobody’s talking about marriage or weddings, too busy dividing the candy up for the kids, but Buck’s playing with Eddie’s ring finger, rubbing back and forth on the spot where a band might rest, when he says, “You know, Eddie, if we got married on Halloween it’d be easy for the both of us to remember, I think.”  Eddie looks at Buck and furrows his brows. “What’re you talking about?” he asks, brushing his fingers through the curls on the nape of Buck’s neck. His hair’s the softest there, like peach fuzz, and he smells like vanilla and mint. “We can’t get married today.”  Buck snorts, opens his mouth to say something in return, but Chim slapping his hand on the table cuts him off.  “Sure you can,” he says, standing up and shoving his hair backward so hard it hits the way, rattling the photographs hanging. Eddie sighs—he worked hard on getting all the frames up there, okay, and this would be the second time Chim fucks it up. “We can do it in the backyard.”  Eddie blinks. We? 

[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

[kthvbear]

He shifts and hums. Then lifts one shoulder and says, “I mean, who’s perfect anyways? Isn’t it more important that I see you and your flaws and still think of you as my type of person?”

his type of person...yeah we get it jk. u're so in love 🥺🥺

Like a voice snapped at him to stop, fishing him out of the trance that you’re proud to have put him in.

oh my god no pls I'm so fucking done with his mood swings 😭😭 is he on his periods!???

“Baby,” he begins, lifting your fallen chin, “so much happened yesterday. And I’m just… I’m trying to make you feel better, not use your body for pleasure.” He hesitates, perhaps realising that dodging a kiss might not make you happier after all. “It’s not a priority, but… you’re wrong, okay?”

awwww, where can i get a gentleman like HIM??

“She talks to you about me?” he asks, eyes wide and childlike. He looks so cute, infatuated like that. He leans in further, nearly climbing the counter, “What does she say?”

fjwurh he is too cute 🥺❤️❤️

“What happened to me? You,” he simply argues, “God, I don’t fucking wanna see you sad anymore. Hate those damn tears… just wanna be happy with you, want you in my life, like this or… or differently, just… in any way.”

ok so she still doesn't know he loves - loves her?? it's so damn obvious now😩

“Fuck, stop,” you whine, still drowning, too far from the surface. He can’t keep eliminating your thoughts like this, shit. “I… God— fuck me, Jungkook, just. Fuck me right now.”

ugh no omg,,, he was finally about to say something?😭😭 right horniness at the wrong time

“I’m… this is strange, I,” you begin, shaking your head slowly, “I’m sorry, I still don’t understand what you want to say.”

at this point I'm not sure if she's scared and pretending not to know or if she's really a lovestruck idiot huh?

“There’s… just. Look, there’s nothing else or new that you’ve been doing, right? You just—” He fiddles with his hands, scouring his mind for another pathetic defence. “You must understand that this is just my job. It’s what I need to do.”

god, i really do feel bad for the oc and jk (more so jk because he is so new to all these things) but!!! all this must be too overwhelming for her 🥺 i felt the way you wrote her frustration :(

Despite your exhaustion, you’ll agree – because, as he reckons, you enjoy spending time with him as much as he basks in your company.

rid. u can't tell me ur fav word isn't reckon at any point now. FIGHT ME

“I…” He gulps. Catches himself fast, though. “I’m not hiding anything, angel. I just.” He hesitates, chuckling a little… grasping for words. “You’re seeing it all, and you know it. There are no secrets.”

yeah, i bet she does know 😩😩😩😩

Over a year ago, he would’ve flirted back.

TELL THIS TO OC THIS THIS TO OC TELL THIS TO OC TELL THIS TO OC TELL.THIS.TO.OC HKFISUIE

“They just. They say they don’t think this is a fake relationship anymore? They think that… I—”

they? dude everyone on this blog is sure u both aren't in a fake relationship anymore 😒😒

“Because… I need this pretend game to fall away.” You let out a tiny sound, but you don’t think he hears, continuing, “To turn this into something real. Actually this time.”

OH MY GOD ITS FINALLY HAPPENING I JUST WIDENED MY EYES RID OMG

“Angel, the truth is,” he interjects, “I’m so sick of pretending. I can’t wake up next to you anymore and act like I’m not,” he sighs, shaking his head, “head over heels for you.”

yes!!! go on, jeon we are rooting for u <33333

“I don’t know how to do these things,” you tell him, “but… I do love waking up next to you, too, you know? And I love looking at you, and I just… look,” you pause, your face heated. He can’t stop giggling, and to your misery, the action is contagious. “I don’t know what you wanted to hear, but I hope that’s okay, because I just…”

omg this is all so sweet, I'll cry 😭😭🥺❤️

“The journalists printed a number of harsh stuff this time,” Daehyung clarifies, “you lost your temper, spoke ill about your mother.” He hisses your name, almost scolding, “Several news outlets have been writing about your tainted relationship with your parents.”

wtf? what if she did? it's her private life!!! and they don't even know the back story...wow, this shit amazes me 🙄🙄😤

the ending omgg ridddddd i fucking haye u 😭😭😭😭😭😭 why would u do this 😭😭😭😭 just when i got excited about them getting together???????? ughhhh u're the worst 😫😫😫😫 istg if they don't sort it out......... ima go kms 🤤🤤 thanks for this chapter, loved it as usual ❤️❤️ ilysm, waiting for the next update! take care 😘

colour me in: silhouettes | jjk (m)

Summary: Spending your days between the comfort of Jungkook’s walls should feel new, even strange to you – but in truth, you’ve never felt this much at home.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating:18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: some more artistic moments!, a guest appearance, a party!, bits of jealousy, bathroom shenanigans, angsty dialogues, he brings her flowers </3, dancing!, someone flirts with mr jeon, tae and eun.. taeun <3, bit of playful banter 🥺, paparazzi being a pain in the 🍑, an outing !!!!!!!!!!!!, a very painful convo and tears, the freaking angst, co– [gunshot], explicit sexual content: drunk bathroom fumbling, dry humping, so in l*ve ew, soft sweet sex, simping, kis– [gunshot], oral (f. receiving), big dick jk, dom jk, teasing, mid-sex convos; the ending 🤒 ➳ wc: 23.7k 😐 ➳ a/n: here goes my first baby of 2023 !! as always, beta’d by the loveliest @missgeniality​ <3 this chapter was a tough one, but i hope you guys like it. please do let me know what y’all think; your words, feedback and support motivate me a lot 🥺 thank you for all the support so far <3

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Jungkook is fast asleep when a memory of the past shakes you awake the next morning.

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[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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[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.