#ugh the want to be close to each other but ultimately both are looking for different things in the end

[artystary]

Listening to the EPIC the musical and thinkin of my ocs lol

Specifically My Goodbye cause watching wolfy's animatics akldfjlkajsf

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

Hi! Just here to say that i loved What's in Between so much and i truly was meltinggg with part II 💕💕💕

I've never requested anything before and I don't rlly know how this works so it's all good if you decide no to write this one, but for the request: is it possible for it to be a hurt/comfort, Miguel x reader with the prompt "Talk to me, please. You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer"?

𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a regular mission on any normal day at Spider Society, but momentary distractions are costly and you may have just paid the ultimate price.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and death, BUT IT GETS SOFT I PROMISE.

“Miguel!” you say, bounding up to him with a pep in your step. He looks down at you with a small smile on his face, but it disappears as Jess glances over at him.

“You know you don’t have to pretend to be stoic all the time, how long have we known each other?” She asks, and he only rolls his eyes.

“This isn’t pretending,” he says to her before turning back to you. “Ready?” he asks.

“Always.”

Today was like any normal day at Spider Society, filled with missions to protect the canon of the multiverse. Albeit a little different, because it wasn’t too often that you were able to go on a mission with Miguel. He typically went on them alone, working best without distractions. But whenever he needed a partner you were his first choice.

With one last glance at each other (and a wink that makes Miguel snort) you both head through the portal.

It never gets tiring, travelling to a different dimension. What’s fascinating is the in-between, swirls of bright oranges, reds and blues all as an interconnected web between all possible universes in the multiverse. You get lost in the view, which is probably why you never realize that at the same time, Miguel gets lost in you.

After a little bit, you both emerge on the other side.

“That never gets old,” you grin at him.

“No…no, it doesn’t,” he says, his eyes trailing over your form for a moment.

“So, what’s the deal with this universe today?” you ask, and Miguel huffs softly.

“You would know if you ever listened to the mission briefings,” he says, giving you a side-eye as you both walk around the abandoned factory.

“Why do I need to listen when you’d just tell me anyway, love?” you ask, and he only sighs.

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have to say it twice, amor,” he mocks and you laugh out loud. Your laughter is contagious because Miguel lets out a chuckle himself before continuing.

“She’s a villain from Earth-17502, her main weapons are wooden spikes that emerge from her back and a pistol. What she lacks in speed she has in brute force, and the spikes can be shot out at 100km per hour, regenerated with hammerspace,” he explains.

“So like…a demented Sonic the Hedgehog?” you snicker.

“What? No, I just said she wasn’t fast,” he says, confused.

“No wait, a demented porcupine,” you say, and he only snorts. “Sure, querida.”

“Ugh, disgusting. Romance,” a disembodied voice interrupts, and the two of you immediately go on the defence. From the shadows emerges said villain in question, a cruel expression on her face as she readies her pistol by her side.

Without warning she begins shooting, but the two of you are fast and in sync, splitting off and slinging away with your webs.

“Look bud, I’m sorry that your love life is sad but don’t take it out on us!” You shout, swinging around with a relaxed look on your face.

She only lets out a growl, continuing to shoot at you to no avail. Behind her, Miguel is making his own advance, but like a triggered trap her spikes shoot out before he can get too close.

“Shit!” he says, leaping out of the way just in time.

“It wouldn’t do you well to sneak up on me, little one,” she laughs cruelly. “Wouldn’t want to get skewered!”

Now it's a game of ‘try to avoid the bullets and the spikes flying in all directions at once’, and it seemed like you were at a stalemate.

“There’s no way to get close to her!” you say frustratedly, leaping from pillar to pillar as you continue to evade her bullets. It seemed her frustration seemed to reach a peak as well as she lets out a shout, unable to hit her marks. You move down to the floor, trying a new approach from the ground.

“We’ll figure it out, we always do,” Miguel reassures, and you let out a little smile.

But in that minuscule second of distraction the villain finds an opening, and before you know it a spike is flying straight for you with no time to evade it.

“NO!!” you hear him shout, but it was already too late. All the while, the villain only laughs in the face of your anguish. The spike impales your side, and for a few breathless moments, you don’t even feel it, as though it was nothing more than a punch to the side, a bit of pressure. The adrenaline pumping through your veins does its job of allowing you to not feel the pain.

But as you stumble slightly, it starts to settle in. All at once the searing hot pain hits you like a train, and you collapse to your knees, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

Every breath you take becomes more difficult than the last as a ringing fills your ears.

In front of you, Miguel fights with a new vigour you had never seen in him before, claws slashing and webs flying. Each action is served with purpose and no restraint on his strength, and the villain can no longer keep up. But before long your vision starts to fail you as well, closing in on your line of sight as you collapse onto your side with a wheeze. What felt like an eternity was in reality only maybe 30 seconds, but you were so, so tired.

Out of the corner of his eye Miguel sees you collapse, and all he sees is red. Before he can realize it his fangs are out, and he bites through the villain’s neck effectively paralyzing them instantly.

Within moments he is by your side, scooping you up into his arms as you blink blearily up at him.

“LYLA, SEND BACKUP NOW,” he shouts, his voice cracking at the end and for once there is no funny banter between the two of them as she does his orders immediately.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. Slowly you feel your eyes begin to close, but he shouts your name.

"Talk to me, please. You need to keep your eyes open, just a little longer,” he begs, clutching you close. You’ve never heard his voice so broken, not even when he told you about his past.

“It-” you gasp. “It hurts so bad, Miguel,” your voice weak with pain.

He looks at you with panic and fear, but most of all a feeling of helplessness.

“Querida, come on. You’re strong, mi vida. Stay with me, alright?” he says, his hand gently brushing your hair back before he scoops you up, carrying you in his arms.

You can’t help but cry out in pain as he does, the spike digging deeper into your side.

“Fuck, fuck,” he says, moving as fast toward the portal Jess had just opened up. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I need to get you to the infirmary, alright? You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay,” he says, trying desperately to believe it himself.

But he doesn’t know anymore. You’ve lost too much blood, the injury too serious.

It throws him back to when he was carrying his daughter like this, frantically running as the world falls apart around him.

But this time it was you. His light, the best to have ever happened to him amongst the infinite possibilities throughout the multiverse, the one person that managed to pull him out of the pit he had fallen into after the destruction of his daughter’s world.

You were his salvation…and he was about to lose you.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say softly, before you let out a violent cough. “In case…in case I’m not here to say it anymore.”

“No, no. Don’t say that. You’ll be able to say it a million more times, alright querida? A million more, and even then it won’t be enough,” he says, but you can’t hear him anymore. You can’t even make out his beautiful face so broken in anguish.

All you can see are the colours of the space between the universes. The oranges, reds and blues.

~

You didn’t think death would be so cold and monotonous. You weren’t exactly sure if you believed in the concept of ‘heaven’ or ‘hell’, the Fields of Elysium were probably closer to what you expected the afterlife to be like. But you definitely didn’t expect it to be so…bland.

It was like an endless void you walked through, no warmth, no ‘light’ to go towards, just you and your thoughts.

Your thoughts.

Miguel.

The guilt hits you like a tidal wave at the fact that you left him alone. Another person was ripped from his grasp by the hands of fate. You couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him, and you did just that by leaving him behind. Even though you promised each other forever on your wedding day, here you were breaking that promise.

You couldn’t find the strength in your legs to continue walking aimlessly anymore. Like that fight in the factory, you fell to your knees, not because of your injury but because of the pain you felt in your heart for hurting the one you loved the most.

You remember his face as he held you in his arms, pleading for you to stay.

He was so warm. He always was.

You missed him.

“Miguel…” you whisper. “I’m sorry for leaving you behind,” you sob.

~

~

~

“Don’t leave me, querida,” a voice says, far off in the distance. Your head whips up at the sound, and you look around desperately trying to hear it again.

“Please…please, I can’t. I can’t do this without you,” the voice says, and in an instant you’re back on your feet following the sound.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to me, vida mía. Somehow loving me in spite of my brokenness. I don’t…I don’t know how to live without you by my side.” You’re running toward the voice now, running through the darkness with it as your guide.

“Don’t leave me…” the voice whispers before fading away, leaving you with nothing to follow anymore.

“NO!” you shout, and before you know it your webs are shooting out from your wrists, catching onto something, and then you’re swinging forward into the unknown.

~

Your hearing is the first of your senses to return, the steady beat of the heart rate monitor gratingly irritating after a while. It was ironic considering it was the first to disappear when you first got injured.

Next is your touch. You feel the weight of the hospital blankets, scratchy but warm.

Not as warm as the hand that grasped your own though, holding it tight.

Your sense of smell and taste come back around the same time, the sterile scent of the hospital unfamiliar, your mouth dry.

The last is your sight. Granted it was a bit difficult to see with your eyes closed, but you hadn’t quite found the strength to open them until now.

Blearily you blink as the bright lights temporarily blind you, but your attention isn’t on them for long. Instead, you turn to Miguel who sits staring at you in shock, eyes so wide it was almost comical.

“Hi,” you say softly, and he only blinks once before his forehead is pressed to your thigh, a broken sob escaping his throat. He grasps your hand all the tighter, as though he was never going to let go.

It makes you almost want to cry too, but instead you lift your arm up weakly before running it through his hair the way you knew he loved.

“I thought, I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispers, his face still pressed into your leg. He says it so quietly that you can barely hear him, like if he uttered the words too loudly they would come true.

“I could never leave you, my love,” you say. “I have to say ‘I love you’ a million times before then, remember? Or was it a billion?” He can’t help but chuckle, finally lifting his head up to look at you.

He looked exhausted, his usual dark circles darker than usual, his red eyes bloodshot. But he looked so, so relieved.

“No amount of times could ever be enough, vida mía,” he says before pressing his lips to yours.

You both smile into the kiss of a thousand swirling emotions, a million words left unsaid but you both understood even despite it all.

“Guess I’ll just have to get started then,” you say with a grin as you pull away.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say.

“I love you, querida,” he says in turn.

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A/N: Was thinking of leaving it on a cliffhanger, thought that would be too cruel LMAO. Thank you for reading! And thank you for requesting, anon <3 I had fun with this one hehe

[kingofbodyrolls]

Hoseok fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Hoseok’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Hobi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (💜) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 [6k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours. 

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

⭐Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

⭐Ho Ho Horrible @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

⭐Watch Yourself by @boymeetsweevil [7.7k] // jhs x f.reader // non idol au, pwp // 🥵

📝 It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.

🗨️ Oh this was hot alright 🥵

⭐In the Car @floralseokjin [14.7K]  // jhs x f.reader // mechanic!hoseok, street racer!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?

🗨️ oh my- really really good 💖 something about mechanic AND street racer Hoseok has me question my sanity 🥵

⭐Two in one @here2bbtstrash [12K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm // best friends!au, threesome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

🗨️ the chemistry between them, how they have been friends for so long, oc’s assumptions lol, and their humor too! Priceless 👏💖 Gosh! It was pure filth, in the best way possible, so sinful and dirty— and, and—, PLEASE GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY 😭💖

⭐Floored @lavienjin [5.2K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm x jjk // idol!au, established relationship with Hobi, foursome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?

🗨️ what did I even read? 🥵 (it was good!)

⭐Good Morning @ppersonna [2.1K] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.

🗨️ omg I loved it 💖💯

⭐To the Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom [7.2K] // jhs x f.reader // dancer!au, sort of e2l // 🥵

📝 when you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.

🗨️ wow, this was incredibly good! Well written and it was just so freaking hot, I loved it! 💯✨

⭐Holiday Inn @bangtanintotheroom [36.6K] // jhs x f.reader // non-idol!au, rap group!au, s2e2l // 🥵😂

📝 if it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.  

🗨️ I’m just— WOW 🤯💯 This must be one of the best Hoseok fics I’ve ever read. Damn it was fucking amazing 👏 I loved the assertiveness of reader, and how that tension just build so fucking perfectly! Everything was so freaking good. A masterpiece!! 💜✨

⭐Make Me @violetsiren90 [16k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, f2fwb, BDSM lifestyle // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 You’ve been friends with Hobi for years, and he’s your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

🗨️ Oh. My.Goodness. My soul left my body multiple times when I read this!!! It is incredible!!! Really love this one, and if you like BDSM this is definitely for you, but even if you don’t (like me, this was out of my ‘comfort zone’) you will still enjoy it ✨👏💯

And as a something a little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Sonic Rain [25k] @jungblue

The Retreat [19.6k] @ugh-yoongi

Fake Love [16.2k] @aquaminwrites

The Night Shift [11k] @prolixitae

The Treasured Thief [16k] @justimajin

Happy birthday HOBI!!!! 🥳💜✨

[ririya-translates]

Fumi's Short Story

Translation of Fumi's concept art short story (original) for his birthday on June 14th. Story by Shin Towada (JJ lead writer and Ishida's sister). Art by Lownine. I'm not quite sure how to list spoilers for this one so I'll just say I guess no plot spoilers but some general character spoilers? Nothing major though.

The dance room stands empty. If one were to slowly take in a deep breath, they'd feel a sudden chill of loneliness. Univeil Drama School. Students here are encouraged to practice every day to prepare for their performances. As an all-boys school, the male and female roles are both played by boys. Classes compete with each other for superiority through their shows five times a year. It drives students to hold nothing back in making their plays the best.

One person now stands in the dance room. Fumi quietly calms his breathing. Apparently also known as Sarafumi Takashina, he's part of the 'transparent' Quartz class and now in his third and final year.

At this school, students in male and female roles are called Jacks and Jeannes. With his eye-catching looks and aggressively seductive charm, Fumi acts as a Jeanne. But he isn't just any Jeanne. Those responsible for lead roles are the ones who truly excel above the rest. The top of the Jeannes is the Al Jeanne. It's a heavy responsibility, but he always acted casually about it.

"Well then…" Fumi takes out the music player. He presses play and music begins to flow in as if to ward away the silence. Closing his eyes, his body begins to sway slowly, ever so slightly. Vibrations echo through the room from the sound of his feet pressing firmly against the floor and up into the air. He opens his scarlet eyes and catches sight of himself in the mirror.

Al Jeannes can't just be all-around good at everything. They need an undefeatable weapon. For Fumi, the weapon is dance. With every step he swaps between his masculine power and feminine elegance.

Melding into the music, approaching a pure meditative state, a shadow of a person arises in the back of his mind. (…Tsuki) Fumi closes his eyelids to search his memories. (…?) In that moment, he feels eyes on him. Those eyes look at Fumi for just a moment before the person turns to leave without saying a word. (Ugh, this guy is always difficult) Fumi turns off the music. "Hey, did you come here for something?" he calls out. The other person stops walking. "Just speak your mind, Kai." "….I'm disturbing you." The man of few words is Kai -- Kai Mutsumi. He's also a Quartz student in the same year as Fumi. "You're the Jack Ace. I wish you'd act more proud about it." Much like Al Jeanne is the ultimate level of Jeanne, Jack Ace is the top of the Jacks. The two of them form Quartz's leading duo. Kai shakes his head in a refusal as if saying 'I don't want that.' "I'm not the Jack Ace currently, since we're practicing for the newcomer's performance." It's the spring season. Just a little while back, those who passed the rigorous auditions entered into Univeil as first-years. The newcomer's performance doubles as both a way to let them try lead roles and to display their talents. Roles have been decided on already and preparations are underway for the show in May. "If you put it that way, then I'm also not the Al Jeanne." As the typical leads, Fumi and Kai's duty is to act as support for the new students. Kai shakes his head again. "Wherever you are, whenever it is, you are always the face of Quartz."

(Despite us both joining Univeil in the same class at the same time and now being the leading duo, you and I are not the same.)

Kai silently urges him with his eyes, standing still as a shadow. A sigh starts to spill out of Fumi's mouth. He gulps it back and shrugs his shoulders so that Kai doesn't notice. "So, what'd you need?" "I was told you're needed to consult on the dance for the performance." "Ahh, that director of ours is the same as always. All right, gimme a bit more time and I'll head over." Kai turns saying, "sorry for disturbing you,"and leaves the dance room.

After the door closes and Kai's presence fades, Fumi blows out the sigh he was holding in. "'I'm not the Jack Ace.' Oh for fuck's sake. This guy… Well, I guess it's not all his fault is it?" Fumi was selected as the Al Jeanne practically the moment he entered Univeil. He was partnered with a student two years older than him, the Jack Ace genius known as the pinnacle of Univeil. The same person who came to mind when dancing in his trance-like state. --Tsuki Tachibana. That's the name of the genius. The one who unleashed such dazzling brilliant light while standing on the Univeil stage. Even now, Fumi and the others stand in the shadow of the high wall he built.

Fumi begins to dance again. He spins and spins over and over like the dancer on top of a music box. Wanting to empty out his mind, turning, turning, turning. Twisting around in this dance room filled with such loneliness, he feels as if he might freeze over. "…!" Suddenly, he senses feverish heat. (Ohh, it's that one is it?) He glances towards the dance room mirror to catch the reflection of one of the new first-years. This one has a Jeanne face, but strong determined features. He desperately tries to pick up the techniques as he watches Fumi dance, holding himself back to avoid interrupting. The feverishly passionate gaze feels nice. The infectious feeling spreads and Fumi's repetitive spinning round and round becomes a dance filled with passion. (…Since it's for this one)

We completely change even ourselves, don't we? Feelings begin to well up in him, unsure if this is a premonition or a wish. It's all because of this younger student, the one with a face quite resembling the one of that genius.

"…Well now." Fumi stops his dancing and turns his head. "How was that, audience?" The first-year who had been staring at the dance intently as if devouring it, quickly comes to his senses. "I'm sorry for peeking in without asking!" he says quickly while bowing his head. "Eh, it's fine. No big deal." Fumi lightens the mood while slowly taking a step towards the new student.

(TL note: the verb for taking a step forward is 'fumidasu' 踏み出す which feels quite intentional)

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Reader - Marshmallow Hell Scenarios

Details: For those who don’t know, Marshmallow Hell is an anime cliche/trope where someone falls face first into/is smothered by someone’s breasts. Also, this is for anyone with breasts, no pronouns are mentioned

Warnings: language and lewd suggestive scenarios but its kinda PG-13/Teen

SDR2 spoilers in some sections, but some will be implied to be Island Mode/no despair

Word Count: 4.5K words - around 500 for each boy

Byakuya Twogami

It was normal for you and all of your classmates to convene in the hotel restaurant every morning. You ate breakfasts handmade by the Ultimate Cook, discussed the day’s plans, and just caught up with each other. There were already cliques and little sub-groups within the whole - people who favored each other. Nekomaru could often be found getting stronger or training with Akane, Sonia and Gundham spoke of their interest in the occult, and Hajime and Chiaki had grown quite close. Ibuki had developed a fondness and sort of infatuation for the group’s self-appointed leader: Byakuya Togami. It seemed natural to want to be closer to someone titled the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, as he held wealth, status, confidence, and yet a bit of mystery. Ibuki, however, seemed to take to him more than the others. She was constantly asking him questions, playfully praising him, following him around.

This morning in particular, you were minding your own business, in the corner talking about beach-going plans with Chiaki after having just finished your breakfast. Ibuki, loud and boisterous, was trailing behind Byakuya, asking after what their esteemed leader had planned for the day, and Hiyoko, short-tempered as ever, was slowly losing her patience with the noise so early in the morning.

You actually had to commend Byakuya on his own patience. For someone who would be easy to judge as pompous and stuck-up, he actually was quite good at keeping his cool and naturally taking up his post as leader. He passed by Chiaki and yourself on the way back to the kitchen of the restaurant, and you nearly felt bad for the man who appeared to still be groggy from sleep and yet was being bombarded by conversation. He handled Ibuki well. Hiyoko, however, had enough it seemed.

“Ugh! Shut the hell up! I just woke up and you’re being annoying! Go talk to Mr. Ham Hands in your private cabin if you wanna suck his gross, cheesy dick that bad!” Clenching her teeth in frustration, Hiyoko reached out and shoved Ibuki as hard as she could with her angry little hands. The strength such a hateful little body could produce was actually quite surprising. Ibuki screeched, stumbled abruptly forward into Byakuya, who, taken by surprise, tumbled forward onto you. Like a stack of dominos you all went down with quite a bit of commotion.

With the hefty size and height of the Affluent Progeny before you, you were easily taken flat to the ground with a gasp. Everyone turned to look at the situation: Ibuki collapsed across Byakuya’s ass and legs, and Byakuya smothered head first into the plush front of your breasts. Time seemed to stop for a second, and Byakuya raised his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at the undignified position. You looked back into his eyes with just as much shock. Hiyoko covered her mouth with both hands, holding back how devilishly delighted she was at the chaos she’d just caused.

“Well, well! If the big rich boy wanted some play that badly, he probably could’ve just asked (Y/N)! I must say, I’m quite jealous of his position!” Teruteru teased, wiggling his fingers, imagining himself switching places with Byakuya.

Byakuya scrambled to his feet, lifting himself off of you in a hurry while sputtering defensive, angry retorts about how a gentleman of rare stock such as himself would never stoop so low and something about not being a common rake like the promiscuous chef.

Teruteru Hanamura

Teruteru was playful, unserious, relaxed in most aspects of his life and personality. However, you noticed he was fiercely serious when it came to cooking. It was his passion, his life’s work, something he didn’t play around with. You admired how much time and effort he put into his craft, and loved to watch him work. He spent every breakfast, lunch and dinner period making a literal feast for all of his classmates, and you often liked to either watch him work his magic in the kitchen, or get more hands-on and actually help him. You found him funny and knowledgable, and liked learning little recipes and cooking methods as much as eating the finished works. However, it was nice to be complimented, compared to delicious dishes and praised for your cooking assistance skills. You found yourself having a lot of fun with him.

At the moment, you were helping Teruteru in the dining hall of the old building by the hotel. Your class had prepared a little party of sorts for tonight, a little feast and get-together to chat, have fun, and just be carefree for a night. Now done with the dishes, it was all about plating and arrangment. He wanted the dining hall to stun your peers when they arrived in the next ten minutes or so.

He was up on a ladder, piling up a tower of sashimi and nigiri a mile high. You spotted him, nervous about the height he was at, especially with his short frame. You had your arms out in preparation, ready for any spills or to catch stray strips of fish meat. Everything had to be perfect. He took pride in that. Ice on the bottom, a cold room, fresh meat, the proper placement.

Teetering to place a bit of yellowtail and red snapper on the top of his masterpiece, you heard him gasp a bit, one foot stumbling over the other on the top step of the ladder. Determined not to crash into and therefore ruin his mountain of fish, he quickly shifted his weight, twisting so he instead fell away and off of the ladder and unfortunately, onto his gracious helper. You grunted with the impact, slamming flat onto your back on the hard floor with Teruteru on top of you. With his height and the angle of the fall, his face planted so very conveniently into your breasts.

It was almost a little too perfect of a scenario for someone like him, and you flustered up immediately, questioning if he’d done it on purpose as he took his good old time getting up. Of course, lewd remark after lewd remark ensued, as he took advantage of the situation fully. How often would he get an opportunity as lucky as that?

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru had many more positive traits than negative ones. You absolutely loved spending time with him, as he radiated positivity and pushed all of those around him to be their best self and train their bodies and minds. He was all about mental and physical strength, as was expected of the Ultimate Team Manager. Nekomaru trained champions, and so he could never just let his friends go without realizing their full potential. You very much enjoyed his presence, his overwhelming energy, hearty laugh, encouraging personality.

Spending time with Nekomaru often meant also spending time with Akane. The two walls of muscle often bonded over their shared interest in being strong in body and mind, and today you’d agreed to train with them. Nekomaru was good at reading people’s insecurities - better to help overcome them - and today, he insisted on honing your senses, as the killing game left you feeling vulnerable and even a bit useless. There’s no one you trusted more to help you get out of those feelings. It was good to get your mind off of things while training to become less of a target for a killing. Two birds, one stone and all that.

Nekomaru had all four of you blindfolded: you, Nekomaru himself, Akane, and Hajime Hinata, who often got roped into silly activities with whoever seemed to be available to hang out that particular day. Nekomaru insisted he could use the training as well, so here he was. The next hour or so was spent dodging light attacks, relying on hearing and sensing danger when sight was not an option. Nekomaru always went easier on you and Hajime, saving the harder hits for Akane, who would never accept any less. Out on the beach behind the diner, you felt the sand between your toes, the wind on your face, the blindfold forcing you to perceive your surroundings in a whole new way.

You swivled on your heels, hearing someone new approach from the south, and you assumed everyone else heard them, too. It was Ibuki, as you easily reognized from the voice.

“There you guys are! We couldn’t find you for like, forever! Anyhoo! Teruteru sent me to round y’all up! Soup’s on! Come on back to the-” before Ibuki could even finish her words, Akane was bolting, blindfold still on, toward the first island, and only Ibuki would actually see what happened next:

Akane, all speed and no sight, plowed into Hajime and pushed past him. He yelped, splatting onto the ground at full-force.

“Ouch! What the fu- ah!” Hajime was cut off as Nekomaru, who also was now heading in the same direction as Akane, tripped over Hajime’s prone body on the sand, tripping face forward onto you, innocent of the chaos and unsuspecting while still blind to the world around you.

“Gah!” Nekomaru’s deep voice rumbled, clumsily taking you down with him, his huge mountain of a body easily smashing yours into the sand below him. Ibuki could only laugh at the cluster-fuck in front of her, the chain of events that lead to Nekomaru face planting directly into your chest. His exclamation of surprise was muffled into your soft mounds of flesh. You were speechless, just wondering what the hell was going on.

“Aww man, sorry, Hajime!” Nekomaru, hearing Hajime yell out beforehand, assumed it was the skinny brunette crushed below him. He reached up for the blindfold, lifting it and immediately feeling a rush of embarrassment set his cheeks ablaze. The tips of his ears were on fire and his heartbeat was racing, now making eye contact with you.

He wasn’t oblivious to his size, knowing whoever he’d fallen on top of was almost certainly pinned and unable to get up until he moved, so he scrambled to is feet, apologizing profusely and helping you to your feet while Ibuki made teasing remarks just a short distance away.

Gundham Tanaka

It was a rare stormy night on the beautiful tropical island. All outdoor activities were off the table, and so you and your good friend, Gundham, decided on spending time in his cabin. It had taken a lot of work to get Gundham to this point, where he let a “mere mortal” into the safe space of his private quarters, and he was still closed off in some ways. He had walls up: about his heart, his past, his Four Dark Devas, and you’d slowly broken many of them down. He still was his own quirky, awkward, edgy self, but around you, he was slightly more relaxed. He didn’t usually let others interact with his Devas, and he still insisted they could turn on even himself in a moment’s notice as they were powerful beasts and truly their own masters, but he was more comfortable letting you hold and take care of them than anyone else. You’d earned that right. You were worthy in his eyes.

You loved his personalized cabin, overrun with hamster tunnels and pet care items. It was so cute and cozy, a stark contrast to his own presentation to the world. Tonight, he regaled you with embellished and dramatic tales of his past feats while the Devas crawled all around you. One was under the collar of your shirt, trying to siphon away your body heat, another used your shirt sleeve like a tunnel. One sat in your lap, eating a seed you offered. Gundham’s storytelling was so entertaining to you because he was so effortlessly good at it. It was an accident that he was so alluring.

Without warning, lightning cracked outside and the lights went out. It was pure black all around you, and you assumed your peers in their own cabins were experiencing the same thing.

Freaking out a bit, Gundham yelled for his Devas, calling them back to his own side. Again, though he trusted you, and didn’t want to admit any faults in his breeding and training methods, at the end of the day, the Devas were animals with instincts and wild at heart. He feared them panicking at the sudden darkness and lashing out to scratch or bite you. He could handle it, as his bandaged arm proved, but he didn’t want that happening to you.

He reached out frantically for the Devas in the dark, lunging forward, scrambling and stumbling until he accidentally toppled you over. Clumsily, he fell forward onto you. You yelped at the impact, not seeing but feeling the Devas scramble for cover away from you before they could be crushed by their owner. Now flat on your back in the darkness, you smelled a masculine, fragrant gel product as a coif of hair tickled your nostrils. Quickly you realized that Gundham Tanaka had pinned you, his face smashed into your bosom.

The monitor that adorned every individual cabin flashed on, the monochromatic, evil bear appearing with a sheepish look across his mischievous face.

“Sorry there, kiddos! Backup generator comin’ at ya!” As if he even cared in the first place, he giggled before disappearing off the screen once again.

The lights shuttered and then flashed back on, Gundham now able to fully take in the situation. His eyes met yours, and widened in absolute horror, mouth agape. He shoved himself off of you immediately, crawling back to his side of the floor and gathering his Devas into his arms. He preferred to pretend the whole thing never happened, hiding his now tomato-red face behind the folds of his scarf.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito was acting weird. Like, weirder than usual. You were all in the hotel restaurant for your morning meeting as always, save for Fuyuhiko, who was in the hospital after Peko’s trial the day before. Nagito was a clammy, sweaty mess, ranting and and raving about the most random things, and just… lying a lot?

You knew Nagito a little better than the others in the group, actively choosing to befriend and get to know him as much as he would allow, but one didn’t need to know Nagito well to know that he was lying. He was saying the most outlandish, obvious lies in rapid succession.

“Nagito, is this a joke? What are you up to, now?” Hajime, ever cynical and suspicious questioned the pariah of the group, who held himself in a crazed embrace, arms wrapped around his shaking form as he rambled on.

You also knew from spening time with Nagito that he was ill, extremely ill. He was so physically ill that it extended into affecting his mental and emotional wellbeing as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t lie to push his own goals from time to time, but this was different. Something was wrong. You’d all observed that Ibuki and Akane were acting strange as well, and so Hajime, kind of the default leader of sorts, put his flat palm to each of their foreheads and found them ablaze with heat. Ah ha! So there was an illness on top of the illness. Nagito was lanky and pale as it was, but today, he was a ghost of even that.

The group discussed what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong with your three obviously ill classmates, when Nagito, chuckling in a frenzied, unstable way, started to wobble on his feet. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he stumbled, beginning to drop. You swept forward and moved to catch him before he could hit the floor and take some real damage. With someone as sickly as him, a good fall would probably mess him up big time. Losing consciousness, his dead weight fell face forward, directly into the cushion of your breasts. You fumbled with his weight, struggling to keep him up while he nearly suffocated into the plush surface that smothered his face. You panicked, looking around for help, humiliation in your expression. He was heavier than his gangly frame suggested.

Hajime Hinata

You had the despair disease.

And you had it bad.

Forced into the hospital on the third island, you, Nagito, Akane and Ibuki had been quarantined, separated from most of your healthy classmates. Only Mikan, Fuyuhiko and Hajime visited the four of you on a day-to-day basis, both to care for you until you were better and to protect you from being victims of the killing game. Hajime, being closer to you than the others and someone who considered you a true friend, also just wanted to be there to keep you company. If he caught the disease trying to protect and visit you, so be it. He wasn’t really worried about it.

Little did Hajime know, you very much saw him as more than a friend. Although you’d never admit it to him, you were head over heels for your intelligent, perceptive, caring classmate. Your crush couldn’t have been bigger. When the disease first began to manifest and you were in the more mild stages of it, you tried to keep him away from the hospital, because it was clear to you which form of the disease you’d caught.

Akane had cowardice, Nagito lying, Ibuki gullibility, and you… 

It was most definitely love… or lust, or infatuation… you couldn’t quite tell. You’d like to think it was love, because if it was just lust or infatuation, you’d think you’d be climbing all over Fuyuhiko and Mikan when they came to visit, too, but so far, your grabby hands had only been reaching for Hajime. Your mind had been infected with an all-encompassing passion for Hajime Hinata, and Hajime Hinata alone.

Again, when you were more conscious and healthy at the begginning stages of the disease, you could recognize the involuntary increase of feelings swelling in your heart. You tried to warn Hajime to stay away, fully aware of what was happening to your body. He insisted on taking care of you just as he would help Mikan take care of the others, regardless of your warnings. As your fever burned and the sickness ravaged your body, you found it harder and harder to not grab at him when he approached, to not flirt shamelessly, to not look him up and down and imagine him without his shirt on. On days when the island felt hotter than usually, you subtly even suggested that he just be rid of the white uniform shirt altogether. Hajime had been a blushing mess around you all week, but had done his best to ignore the touches and advances, as he knew you weren’t in your right frame of mind. Though he secretly liked you more as a friend as well, he’d never take advantage of your predicament.

On this day in particular, the disease seemed to be at its climax. Your body was going through waves of heat flashes, sweat pouring from your hairline and onto your face.

As soon as Hajime opened the door to your hospital room, you leapt out of the bed before he could even speak a word. Your heart burned with affection as you latched onto him, jumping into his arms and smushing his face into the crevice of your breasts, very much on purpose.

“Hajime~ I missed you~” You crushed his nose into the sweaty cleavage of your bosom, wanting him to feel the warmth and love you held for him.

“(Y-Y/N)!” Hajime sputtered, stunned at the surprise attack, could barely breath, smothered into the embrace.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You really admired Peko for her strength, skill and silent grace. She was strong and knew she was strong. She didn’t boast, she was confident in her art form. She was truly the Ultimate Swordswoman. Although it was quite hard at first, you’d managed to get close enough to her to consider her a friend. Being close to Peko by default meant you’d have to get a bit closer with Fuyuhiko as well. The pair were inseparable it seemed, and you didn’t mind that. Fuyuhiko, despite his fiery, spiky exterior, was actually much more thoughtful and kind that most people knew. You’d grown to realize that those who earned a modicum of his trust and friendship would not be disappointed in the type of man he could be. He often tagged along, pretending he didn’t want to be there when you hung out with Peko.

You stood on one side of the beach with Peko across the way on the other side. Peko took up an offensive stance, preparing for a head-on attack. She’d agreed to teach you some swordsmanship and martial arts basics here and there after seeing your interest, and so here you were, on your third lesson. Today’s learning goals included the basics of defensive stances, blocks, counters.

You weren’t picking up the skills as quickly as you’d like, though Peko always encouraged you to press on in her sisterly, stern, blunt way. Fuyuhiko stood nearby, reading some old book from the enormous library while leaned carelessly against the outside wall of the diner. He looked up occassionally to watch you two and comment, to scoff or tease when you messed up or express concern begrudgingly when he felt like Peko was going a little hard on you. Though she was supportive verbally, it seemed that she sometimes forgot her own strength compared to a beginners when it came time for action.

Frustrated with your own skills, you spaced out a bit, sighing and dropping your guard for just a moment, the wrong moment. Peko surged forward for an attack, noticing your lack of focus just a second too late.

“(Y/N), block!” Peko spoke curtly as she approached. With that wake up call, you brought the practice sword up at the very last second, just barely avoiding a head-on attack from the master swordswoman, one that probably would’ve knocked you out cold. Your pathetic excuse for a block took away a bit of the brunt impact, but Peko’s pure strength had you stumbling back still, knocked backward off your feet.

Fuyuhiko, softer in the heart than he’d like to admit, looked up upon hearing the commotion and, in an instinctual moment of reaction, dropped his book and lunged forward, ready to break your fall, if even just a little. You made eye contact with him on the way down, dropping hold of the sword and twisting to grab onto his petite frame. 

You easily tipped over his small body, taking him down with you. You instantly smothered him - your chest lining up perfectly with his nose and mouth - cutting off his airways as you two hit the ground. You were crushing him.

Profanities and protests fully muffled against your chest, Fuyuhiko struggled and swore, insulting you and hurling hateful curses from his compromising position.

Kazuichi Souda

You were making your way to Strawberry House from Grape House. In the elevator beside you was your good friend, Kazuichi, or just Kaz’, as you’d affectionately taken to calling him. You two often moved together, hanging out nearly every day, and now that you were all locked inside the funhouse, nothing had changed. In fact, with the danger of the killing game motive, you probably spent even more time linked at the hip with Kazuichi, as you liked to have each other’s back. He was a true friend to you.

Not only did you find Kazuichi’s unique style intriguing and his personality hilarious, but you really respected his unmatchable skill in engineering. He was a master, able to fix, take apart, and fix again nearly every machine or piece of tech that was thrown at him. He often, in fact, didn’t see just how amazing he was. Sure, he bragged at times, but you sensed a lot of insecurity under the surface, like he would never know just how valuable and important he actually was. You would often ask for his help fixing things or beg him to teach you some of what he knew.

On what you expected to be a short ride in the elevator, you were chatting it up with your best bud, complaining about the lack of food and the eye-strain caused by the bright walls of the fun house. One thing you two loved to do was complain together. You both just seemed to get each other.

Quite suddenly, the elevator stalled. Stopping mid-sentence, you grabbed onto Kazuichi’s forearm for reassurance as the elevator shook and thrusted to an abrupt halt with a jolt, knocking you into him. The lights flickered and went out.

“This is my worst fucking nightmare…” You chuckled nervously, grabbing onto Kazuichi tighter. He was panicking too under the surface, but being the Ultimate Mechanic, knew he was well within his skill set to fix the situation. Grumbling in displeasure, he sighed.

“Yeah, this fuckin’ sucks, but…” he started reaching out in the dark, looking for some kind of control panel or buttons, “I can probably get us outta here. Shit! If only I had just a speck of light!” You relinquished your hold on him so he could crouch, looking for some way to start his work. The panic was starting to really set in for you. What were the odds of this happening?

With a groan, the elevator lurched and shook again. 

“Kaz’!” You shrieked in the dark, leaping forward to grab onto Kazuichi, not caring one bit if you were impeding on any progress he had made. He yelped as you suctioned yourself onto him, tackling him to the ground.

“H-hey!” Kazuichi’s voice was muffled below you. You could barely make it out. “I can’t breathe!” He struggled beneath you, locked in your vice-like, terrified embrace as you ashphixiated him into your chest.

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

Hiii

So I saw that you're ok with being spammed and everything, so expect to see me a lot :3

I just read about what the au's dream pet/favorite animal was, and I was wondering how they would act with an s/o who's a monster of that animal?

Hiiii, it's nice to meet you!!

Sans : He loves to poke them in the side to make them squawk, cackling each time. He finds their feathers really pretty, so he saves any of the bigger ones when they fall off. He doesn't view them as a pet, of course, more of like a s/o with a big "pet me" sticker on them. He also likes using their wings as a blanket, laying his head on their lap. He can't help that they're comfortable!

Papyrus : You lazy cat! He's constantly picking them up and moving them to sleep elsewhere. Papyrus will act all mad until they slow blink at him and start to purr. Oh... He guesses you can stay on the couch a bit longer..

Cobalt : Slinky cat s/o? Yes please. Especially if they're having zoomies. Yes, let's run around! Let's play! He's more gentle with them due to their longer spine, and chuckles while they dook(happy ferret noises). He can't help it, he has to copy them. Then they copy him. And it's a constant back and forth. After playing so much, even he is tired, resting on the floor to take a breather. Only when they plop down next to him and rub their face against his, he lets out the softest of purrs, happy with them.

Honey : With an s/o built almost exactly like Greater Dog, it means the ultimate cuddles. Good thing they're built to be lazy, otherwise, they'd be suffering as Honey's new pillow. Honey is constantly purring when laying on them, feeling as if he in heaven.

Red : Okay, Alphys wanna-be. Just kidding, he loves looking at all of their neat patterns and colors on their scales. He loves it when they scratch under his chin with those claws of theirs, letting out an accidental purr. Who's the animal, you or him?

Edge : Doomfanger is staring daggers at his s/o, letting out low growls. It's worrying because they are doing it right back at her, the two having their ears flipped backwards and tails waving behind them. Oh jeez. He can love both of you, now knock it off!

Nox : Look at those ears... Despite trying his best, he can't help but touch them. When s/o sits next to him, he pets them. When s/o lays on his shoulder, he pets them. They are just too cute...

Rus : Spider s/o... Are you related to Muffet by chance? All jokes, he'd go up to them and have them hold multiple things at once, eventually coming back and taking it back, saying a gentle thank you before going off to do whatever he wants. In the distance, there's a Nox screaming because he sat on a whoopie cushion filled with glitter... again.

Cherry : Oh look at you. He just wants to hold them and protect them constantly. He'd tie bows in their hair and around their neck to add to the cute factor. Then when the time comes around to have to shear their wool, he helps by getting the hard to reach spots. He then uses the wool to knit and crochet(yes, our boy can do both) to make little accessories for you.

Pup : They're his special guard dog, growling at anyone to come to close to him. They're more fit to be in the royal guard than protecting his anxiety-stricken self, but yet, they stay around to help keep him safe and others away. If you want him, you gotta talk to s/o first.

Wine : He'll stick to your weird fleshy self, thanks. He holds his human s/o close and Coffee taunts him with the bunny he got, using s/o as a meat-shield. Thanks, Wine, love you too.

Coffee : A fox... He loves that long, fluffy tail of theirs, sleeps on it all the time. The pretty colors too, ugh, he can't stop painting them. They're in all of his art works, now have becoming his new muse.

Moon : A cat! Oh, look at you! A new nap buddy to lay and sleep with! He's constantly squishing their face and playing with their fur. He promises to give them space... maybe after he pets them one last time.

Sun : He thinks he prefers the human s/o... at least he doesn't sneeze every five seconds around them.

Oak : Chimken... He likes to look at their feathers and likes touching them, feeling how soft they are. Due to s/o's species, they're real small, so Oak carries them around most of the time while he's working on the farm. Sometimes, he'll sit them with the other chickens as to help keep an eye on them.

Willow : Oh, those spots! A cow, sweet and always looking to rest somewhere, he spends hours staring at his s/o. He'd chuckle as his s/o stares in wonder at an actual cow, petting their wet nose. Although, it doesn't really matter to him, as long as someone loves him, that's fine.

Crow and Dove : Just another crow to add to their army, except this one talks and kisses them periodically.

Error : Stay the FUCK AWAY you messy creature! Yeah, good luck. It was a nice try though.

Dust : He didn't think that his possible future support animal would be lil ol s/o. He relies on them for any kind of emotional support, as he feels empty inside constantly. If s/o is wagging their tail, he's holding a small smile on his face. If s/o's ears are pinned back, he's threatening to summon an attack. It's that simple, really.

Killer : Another one for the collection. He probably found them at a bar, saw kitty, hit on them, and brought them home.. without permission. Nothing that octopus can do, because now Killer's emotional state relies on s/o. Sometimes, he'll rough em up just to make Killer listen. Ain't nothing wrong with a bit of bribery to make your employees listen after all.

[mrskreideprinz]

Bestie I am here to request a first kiss with our best boy please and thank you

This is a lot shorter than I expected it to be but ya know what I kinda like it that way <3 Enjoy bestie and thank you for being the first person to request something from me (this round at least hehe).

Shigaraki x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Reader has hair, Reader is gender neutral, Fluff, 600 ish words.

You wait with bated breath as your fingertips touch. This was your idea, there was no one to blame but yourself, but instead of the blame game you find yourself swooning in the hold of his arms instead. He stared down at you confused and bashful just like the hopeless case he was, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him a little bit. It was only to lighten the mood, of course, but still, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad in the end for it.

“You seem nervous, Tomu. Is something on your mind?” You asked mischievously.

He scoffed and turned his eyes away. “Tch, no.” But he was downright lying.

Tomura’d never been kissed by a girl, or boy, or anyone else in between. No, he’d never been kissed once. So, what if he fucked up this so called amazing first kiss? Would it ruin the relationship you two had? What if he was a bad kisser? So many what if’s spun throughout Tomura’s brain and ultimately he decided what the hell. It was worth the risk and after all, what’s the worst that could happen? So he tangled his pinky finger around yours and dropped his attitude just a little bit, and smiled at you. He told himself he was never the bold type to up and grab someone’s face and kiss them, but when you started teasing him, again, he couldn’t help but get an annoyed feeling brewing in his chest.

So, he grabbed your face and kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you until he was good and ready to stop. Which was quite a bit after the initial kiss. You were shocked to say the least but that didn’t stop you from smiling big and wide, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on Tomura’s cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by his kissing. The both of you eventually pulled away with only a line of spit connecting you two, and rested in each other’s embrace. ‘

“Wow.” Was all Tomura said at first. “That was…”

“Amazing? Yeah, I knew you would be.” You said confidently.

He scoffed and lifted himself up on his elbows so that he could face you better. “Me? No, that was all you.”

“Ugh, would you just shut up and kiss me, again, already.”

And with a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Tomura did just that. He climbed on top of you and continued to kiss you through your giggles and ticklishness, holding you down and pinning your body beneath him as he kissed you fervently, yet sweetly. He let his body rock against yours as yours pulled him under the waves of your lustful desires. Tomura stopped for a moment to move the hair out of your face and look into your eyes more clearly and with a lovesick smile he tilted his head and sighed, then grabbed your face gently to plant a soft kiss to your pretty lips.

He laid you both down back onto the bed side by side. “Hey, I uh love you, okay?”

“Okay.” You said with a great big smile.

And laying your head back down onto his chest you began to play with his hair, twirling it around your fingers and braiding it as Tomura started to make small talk with you. Or at least, as small of talk as you could get with him. This was nice, you thought. This right here is where you wanted to be many years in the future, and luckily for you Tomura felt the exact same way at the same exact time as you.

[enid-rhees]

study “break” || elisia brown x fem!reader

summary: Elisia gets tired of studying, so she comes up with a new idea to waste time with you.

genre: fluff!

warnings: making out

a/n: this came to me in a dream. icons by @elisiassideb1tch ✨

there was music softly playing from Elisia’s speakers, but that was the only noise that filled her room. you and Elisia both had your noses stuck inside your English class book, trying to remember every single word.

studying was Elisia’s least favorite activity, she always had much better ideas in mind than this. but you were taking it seriously this time as you had a final coming up, and Elisia couldn’t argue with that. she wanted to graduate just as bad as you. so the two of you could finally get away from this shithole of a city.

Elisia watched you from behind her book. you looked so cute while studying, so focused. you bit your pierced lips while focused, you always did that. it was something Elisia caught on before you even started dating. every few seconds, you would take your eyes away from the book to write down what you just read. Elisia was way far behind on notes, only because she couldn’t stop looking at you. but she knew that you wouldn’t hesitate in letting her copy off of you.

Elisia huffed and try to start reading again, but failed as she looked back over at you. you were so intensely focused, you didn’t notice her looking at you. so, she huffed again, this time a bit louder. a few seconds passed, and you slowly looked over to the side to meet eyes with Elisia.

“you okay, baby?” the pet name rolled off your tongue so easily. Elisia loved when you called her baby, she didn’t know why. it only sounded right when it came from you. Elisia shut her book and pushed it aside along with her notebook, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. “no. i hate studying.” Elisia huffed once more, looking at you with a small pout.

“did you want my notes?” you asked, pointing down to your notebook that filled the both front and back of each page. ugh, Elisia hated how sincere you were for her. all it did was make her want to kiss you until neither of you could breathe. Elisia shook her head and pushed your stuff away as well, ignoring your whine as she sat on your lap. “i want you.” she whispered.

your hands softly held her waist as her legs wrapped around your back, bringing the two of you impossibly close to each other. you held her from underneath her shirt, her skin warming up under your touch. “so… what do you want to do, then?” you asked in a whisper, but you think you already knew the answer to that.

without answering, Elisia leaned forward until your lips connected. you kissed back immediately, smiling at the cold touch of her nose ring hitting your top lip. Elisia wrapped her arms around your neck, keeping you trapped in her embrace.

this was already a million times better than studying. nothing was better than your lips on hers, Elisia could kiss you for hours without taking a second to breathe. your lips were always so inviting, with the two lip rings that sat beautifully on each side of your bottom lip.

when Elisia went with you to get those done, the piercer had quickly figured out that you were together and warned Elisia that your lips needed to heal and she couldn’t kiss you as much. ultimately, Elisia acted like she was dying without your kisses. but you’ve never looked hotter.

your lips moved in sync with each others, fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces. Elisia always knew you were the one for her, the universe left too many signs for you not to be. your bodies fit together perfectly as well, like you guys were meant to hold each other for the rest of eternity.

studying was now long forgotten as Elisia unwrapped herself from your body and pushed you down into her bed. your head fell onto her pillow with a small bounce as she pressed you into the mattress and continued to kiss you feverishly. you inhaled her scent, the aura of it calming you. Elisia was an expert at that.

Elisia’s hands ran all over your body, trailing up your thighs, up to your stomach and around your waist, up to your back. she left a burning trail with it. you melted into her touch, completely folding underneath her. she always knew how to make you weak just from kissing you.

your moment was interrupted when the front door opened, and then slammed shut. you looked at Elisia, who dropped her head in your neck and whispered, “fuck.” you giggled and lifted her head back up, “he knows i came over to study. we should probably get back to it.” you told her, a hint of strictness in your voice. Elisia whined, making you laugh adorably at her.

footsteps started to grow closer to Elisia’s bedroom, and both of your guys’ eyes widened. you pushed Elisia off and you both scattered to resume your previous activity, rushing to put your notebooks and English book back in front of you. just in time as Jake opened Elisia’s door.

you both smiled at him innocently. “i uh, just got home from work. you guys doing okay?” Elisia answered for the both of you, “we’re fine. just studying.” Jake didn’t say anything for a moment as he looked at both of you, but then nodded. “okay.” he said, and then awkwardly left, closing the door behind him.

Elisia waited a few seconds before pushing her things away once more and throwing herself on you. “Els!” you laughed, “we need to study.” you tried to say between kisses. “but do we right now?” she asked, placing a few kisses on your neck.

“if we plan on graduating and getting the hell out of here, then yes.” you said, holding her face in place with both of your hands to stop her from kissing you. Elisia couldn’t help but briefly fantasize about the day you guys finally run away.

“okay.” she whispered, even though she would rather keep kissing you than study. you pulled your notebook next to hers, “copy off of me. i’ll wait for you to catch up and then we can study together.” you told her, pressing a single kiss to the corner of her lips.

[yandere-voltron]

Strange Things

Summary: You are forced to go underwater to fix a hole in the bottom of the ship, but your eye catches sight of some strange things Translations at the end

You felt ridiculous. The people on the Cruise Ship were partying and relaxing, not knowing the potential danger they could be in. The captain had told you to go fix a massive hole under the ship and to do that you needed to assess the damage underwater.

You jumped in, with the ridiculous outfit, and began to swim under the moving boat. You were quick to spot torn metal and quickly swam over to it. When you got closer, you realized that it looked very much like claw marks.

You frowned, examining the damage before pulling out your camera to take pictures.

"Everything okay, Y/n?"

"There is some minor damage to the ship's lower deck, but it's an easy fix."

There was a loud banging sound causing you to freeze and look below you. It was dark, but you could see a fish-like thing moving. You clicked the light headset and started to swim lower. It was a bad idea, but not like you wanted to fix the ship to be honest.

You catch the sight of something blue, but before you can investigate your headset goes off again.

"What's taking you so long, Y/n? I thought you assessed the damage?"

You froze, before shaking your head, "Yeah, I'm coming up now..."

---

"That was close," Lance sighed, hiding behind a rock. He watched as you swam away, doing whatever you humans do. He knew Allura would be mad at him for watching the humans and getting way to close, but he couldn't help himself, and it seemed he wasn't the only one.

"Lance."

"It's not what it looks like," Lance held up his hands, trying to defend himself. But ultimately sighed when he saw that the Princess wasn't amused.

Pidge and Hunk hid behind Allura as she scolded the brown haired male. "What if she had seen you, Lance? You would be putting us ALL in danger." She gestures to the other merpeople who had been drawn by the commotion.

He groaned, looking away from her. "What are you so scared of? They're just humans." He crossed his arms and everyone gasped at his tone towards the princess.

She straightened her back and held her self high, "Exactly, they're humans. Selfish, Greedy, No good humans. They'll kill us all."

"You're just being dramatic," He remarks as he swims away, Allura watching him in anger.

----

You shook your head before heaving the tools behind you. You groaned, rubbing your head. You hated being on cruises when you were working, so many people on one tiny boat. It gave you shivers thinking about it.

You looked out one of the windows when you see a red tail and quickly rub your eyes before going out the window again.

"Mon Dieu! J'ai cru voir une grosse queue de poisson¹!" You shook your head, before heading off again. You go toward the engine room, and begin to work on the damages. "Ugh ça va être une longue nuit²..."

Keith hold his breath as he waited for the girl to leave. He had almost been caught and he knows he'd be a hypocrite if anyone found out what he was doing.

He looked back through the window to see that she was gone. He sighed and quickly swam away before he really did get caught.

----

Lance sighs, turning a fork over in his hands. He didn't know what the problem was, he loved the humans. They were so interesting and had such funny stories. He leaned his body onto a rock, not noticing the eyes on him.

"Lance..."

Lance quickly whipped around to glare at the perpetrators. It was his so called friends Pidge and Hunk.

"What are you traitors doing here?"

They both rubbed the back of their heads and sighed. They looked at each other, before swimming towards an angry Lance.

"We didn't mean to make you take the blame for you."

"yeah, we were totally going to tell her we were also there, but..."

"But what? You guys left me out to dry!"

"We're sorry, Lance. How can we make it up to you."

Lance thought for a moment, before his eyes widened, "I want to go on land!"

There was silence for a moment, before the two busted out laughing, which caused Lance to glare at them.

"Sorry Lance, we didn't mean to laugh, but be reasonable. We don't have legs, we have tails."

"There might be a way..."

They all looked back, surprised to see Keith. Then they looked at each other, "How?"

"The Witch."

---

"Keith, this is a really bad idea-"

Keith ignores Pidge, who was tweeting in his ear. Lance was far ahead of them both, excited at the possibility of getting legs and being part of the land world.

"Oh, what do you think it's like," Lance begins to fantasize about the world above. Little did they know, it was burning to ashes.

----

You watched as all the passengers left the cruise ship. You were ecstatic to finally get off the boat for a few hours. You liked the water and all, but it wasn't nearly as predictable as land. You walked down the towards the dock, but your captain called out to you.

"Y/n!"

You turned around, him giving you a dark look. You looked at him confused.

"Be back by 15 hundred."

You nodded and took off. You went to a nearby cafe that was on one of the docks and decided to take your break there. Or at least that's what you wanted to do, but you were intrigued by a group on the beach.

---

"We want legs!"

"Legs you say?" The banished Prince, Lotor, looked at the group, before swimming through his lair and finding a potion bottle. "I may be able to help you..."

The group watch Lotor swim around and drop things into his cauldron. There was lights and the mushrooms glowed brightly on the walls. The group huddled up over the cauldron and looked into the bright glowing liquid.

They then looked at eachother. Pidge, being the voice of reason, finally spoke.

"Guys, I don't know if this is a good idea..."

"Of course it is!" Lance exclaimed excitedly. He holds out his hand as Lotor hands him the bottle.

Lance then hands it to Pidge. "Well, what do I have to lose?" And then Pidge clugs, before tossing it to Hunk.

Hunk looked over at Keith, who was examining the bottle on the shelves.

"Hey, Keith, how about you take it before me?"

Keith turns around towards Hunk, before eyeing the bottle. "I don't know. I like my tail."

"I guess you'll never know what the human world is like," Lotor taunts. "Or that one person... Oh what's their name?"

Keith's fist clench at the mention of the girl he had not been spying on... well, maybe he did, but he knew that's what Lotor meant.

"Fine," Keith grabs the bottle and gulps it down, leaving a tiny bit for Hunk.

---

"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this," Pidge groaned, trying to step over a rock, but ultimately falling.

"At least we're not naked."

"Bonjour? Est-ce que vous allez bien là-bas³?"

They looked towards the voice; Keith and Lance's eyes widen recognizing the h/c haired girl. You walked down the slippery sand and towards the clumsy group. They were holding on for dear life as they didn't know how to use their new feet.

"Peux-tu marcher⁴?"

They looked at you confused, before the tall, brown-haired male speaks-

"What?"

You shook your head, before going up to help them, "Are you guys okay?"

"Uh, yes. We've never walked before," The bigger male speaks.

"What does that mean?" you ask him confused, by the brunette quickly covers his champion's mouth.

"He's stupid. I'm Lance." The brunette takes your hand, shaking it hard, "That's Pidge and Hunk," He points to the big male and then the smallest guy, "And that grump is Keith. What's your name beautiful?"

"Y/n," You look Lance up and down, before rolling your eyes, "You're not from around here are you?"

"No," Pidge says, shaking their head. "Actually," Pidg steps towards you, "Where are we?"

"Are you ship wreck survivors? I know there was a crash up west-"

"Yes!" Pidge stands straight, but still leans on the rock. Infact, they were all leaning on the walk, like they didn't know how to stand.

"Well, we need to get you to a doctor, make sure you're okay-"

"No, it's fine. We'd really just want to... Uh," Pidge looks towards Lance, who had been insistent on turning into a human in the first place.

"We wanna get back home!" Hunk burst out and you're taken aback.

"Are you sure you can handle going on a ship after what happened?"

"Yes, nothing can stop our hopes and dreams-" Lance speaks but you interrupt him.

"Okay Patriot, I'll go speak to my captain, see what I can't do. Come on," You gesture for them to follow you.

They look at each other, before Pidge takes the first steps, trying to walk towards you, before falling. Pidge groaned, face full of sand. They reminded you of babies learning to walk.

"All that time in the water, you may need to sit down for a while." You went to leave but Lance calls out to you.

"No! She's just being dramatic-" He pushes himself off the rock and slowly walks towards you, the other's soon following. When Lance reached you he jumped, fist bumping the air, "Oh my god, I did it!"

"You walked?" You shook your head, but didn't speak anymore on it.

---

"Je ne pense pas qu'ils soient d'ici. Ils agissent étrangement⁵…" You whisper to your captain when he asked about the people you were with. He looks at the group and back at you as you continue. "Ils ont dit qu'ils étaient des survivants de l'épave à l'ouest⁶."

"If you swear to keep an eye on them, they can work with you. They really want to get on a boat so soon?"

"They were adamant. I've never met people like them before." You look back at the group. Lance and Keith were fighting and Pidge and Hunk were trying to break them apart.

"Okay, make sure to keep them occupied."

----

"Coran, have you seen the others?"

The orange-haired male turned towards the blue-haired princess. "Not since you yelled at them a few hours ago."

"I just want to protect them, I wish they'd see that."

"I know you are princess, but... Well, they love an adventure."

"Yes, I can see that."

----

My God! I thought I saw a big fish tail

Ugh, it's gonna be a long night

Hello? Are you okay there?

Can you walk?

I don't think they are from here. They act strange...

They said they were survivors from the wreckage to the west.

[deathwhoregutfucker]

Kirk Hammett SFW Alphabet

these hc's are pretty old, but i thought i'd post them here for you guys to read!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) - kirk would be soooooo affectionate. like, pda *everywhere*. always kissing you, touching you, always had at least one hand on you. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) - he would be a killer best friend. the friendship would start at a record store, he would notice that you were looking at some bands that he likes and he’d suggest only their best albums.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) - kirk would be the biggest cuddler ever. usually, you’d lay on his chest, but sometimes he would want to lay on yours so you could play with his hair, especially when he’s was in a bad mood. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) - i feel like kirk would want to settle down with you after a few years of dating, and i feel like he would loveeee cleaning and lighting some candles after he’s finished with everything. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) - UGH i don’t even wanna think about breaking up with him, but i feel like he would have a sit down talk with you and see if you can hash everything out before resorting to breaking up. i feel like he would value communication a lot, i don’t think he would want to break up unless he absolutely *had* to. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) - i feel like he would want to get married after about 4-5 years of dating, but i feel like he would also talk about marrying you about a month or two into your relationship. he would always fantasize about a beautiful but intimate wedding with only a few of your close friends and family members.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) - kirk is arguably the softest guy in metallica. i feel like he would be very emotionally vulnerable and he would always make sure to share his feelings with you whether they’re good or bad. and physically? literally so gentle. he would always rub your hand with his thumb or rub your thighs when you guys lay down together to watch a movie or something. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) - oh he would love hugs. whenever you guys would spend any amount of time apart, he would always run up and give you a big hug and tell you how much he loves you <3

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) - i feel like he would say it a few months into your guys’ relationship, and he would also be very nervous to say it to you. he would probably say it while you guys watch tv or listen to music or something like that.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) - i don’t think he would be too jealous unless, but if someone else hit on you he would say something for sure. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) - he would love kisses, especially kissing you goodnight. before you guys go to sleep, he would always kiss your forehead and both of your cheeks before you lay down on his chest and drift off to sleep.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) - i feel like kirk would be awkward around kids, but still ultimately good. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) - mornings would be so sweet with kirk, just imagine waking up with him with the sun coming in from the window, slowly starting a nice relaxing day of lounging around and just spending time with each other. he would wake you up by kissing your forehead and your cheeks (like he does when you guys go to sleep) and saying ‘wake up baby’ and stuff like that.  

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) - nights would be good too. i feel like he would be a night owl too. whether its just staying up and watching tv or having a night out on the town, kirk would love staying up to spend ore time with you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) - honestly, i don’t know. i feel like he would be open with his feelings, but some things i think he would be pretty hesitant to talk about (like his past relationships).

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) - he would have the patience of an angel. it would take a lot to get him pissed off, i really don’t think that he’s that hot headed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) - oh 100%. kirk would be soooo attentive with you. remembering you and your family's birth days and always making sure to get them a little something for it, he would remember all of the details about your first few dates, absolutely everything.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) - his favorite moment would probably be your guys’ first date. a few days after you guys met, he would call you and ask you to go to a little coffee shop down town with him. you guys would just sit and talk to each other before the manager kicks you guys out so they can close at the end of the day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) - he would be very protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone bother you as long as you were with him, and if you were alone in a dangerous part of town, he would make sure you had mace or a knife or something to protect yourself with. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) - he would always go above and beyond with dates and everything. on your one year, he would buy you a bunch of gifts and spell out ‘i love you’ on your guys’ bed with rose petals and run you a nice steamy bath and put some candles and light some incense in the bathroom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) - i feel like a bad habit of his would be drinking too much when he’s with his buddies. i’m sure you’d get plenty of drunken calls asking you to pick him and the rest of the band up from the bar after a night of partying with them. i also feel like he’d be super clingy when he’s drunk too. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) - i don’t think he would be *too* concerned about his looks, but i do think that he would take a lot of pride in his hair. he would have a whole schedule for the days he washes his hair, and he would have a daily routine for styling it as well. even when it’s short, he would still take extra care of it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) - oh 100%. he doesn’t even like spending more than a day without seeing or talking to you. it would kill him when he would go on tour when you wouldn’t be there, but he would always make sure to call you whenever he was free. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) - i feel like he would love watching cat videos. he would always send you videos of cats throughout the day and he would always ask you ‘babe when can we get a cat?’. i don’t know, i just think he would be such a cat person. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) - probably someone who was bad at communication. he would be very open about his feelings, so he would expect the same from his partner. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) - like i said before, complete night owl. i mean, you would have to fight him to go to sleep before 12:30, and it would be even worse on the weekends and when he had nothing to do.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Love your blog! 🥹 Can you write some general Gun and Goo headcannons? They’re such a fun duo I can’t- 🤠

Thank you for being so sweet anon and again sorry for the looong delay. Take this complete and utter word vom. I.. I don't really know what this is apart from a ramble presented in bullet points.

Gun Park + Goo Kim: Duo headcanons

Fuck, I love these two.

Let's start from the top.

Gun and Goo might not always get on, often behaving more like a bickering old married couple one step away from throttling each other, but they absolutely respect one another.

Begrudgingly so. Meeting someone that can go toe to toe with them does not happen every day.

Being secret friends or successor though, is completely out of the question. They never even considered it in the first place despite Gun ticking most of Goo's criteria and vice versa.

Both completely unhinged and chaotic in very different, often clashing, ways. Finding each other grating, fighting skills complementing each other due to circumstance rather than naturally.

Gun thinks of Goo as a disloyal, flighty and greedy maniac. Whereas Goo sees Gun as a dull stick-in-the-mud who only cares about fighting.

They're both right.

Gun doesn't care much for material goods. He will still buy the best of the best, because why the hell not. However, he does not form any sentimental attachment to it.

Goo is surprisingly similar. Often preferring shopping sprees as a form of a power trip and to show off how rich he is. There is a fleeting thrill of buying something he wants, but ultimately it gets discarded.

Stealing Gun's things, on the other hand, much more rewarding for Goo.

The first time he laid eyes on Gun wearing the striped yellow shirt and scarf combo, Goo knew he had to have it. Besides, it would look much nicer on him, dont you think? What the hell is Gun Park doing wearing such bright colours anyway.

In all honesty, Gun doesn't waste enough energy on clothing to say anything when he saw Goo in his outfit. Although he did roll his eyes and take an extra long drag of his cigarette.

(A/N: I love the idea of Goo stealing Gun's clothes. But I tend to flip flop between how private Gun is, keeping his work and personal life completely separate. )

If the outfit isn't stolen, then it would mean Goo went out and bought the exact same thing... Which is funnier if you think about it.

Because the sheer amount of effort that that takes, finding the same top, same scarf - because why the fuck would Gun tell him where he got it even if Goo did ask.

The fact that Goo takes a significant time out of his day just to fuck with Gun. Truly, what an idiot. Does he have nothing better to do?

Spending so much time together, they pick up naturally on each other's likes and dislikes. Well, Gun does anyway. Goo does most of the talking, and the few times Gun does talk - Goo doesn't even bother to listen.

Unfortunately, that means if someone asked Gun what happened on the latest episode of an anime series, he would be able to recite exactly what Goo has told him, and then afterwards beat them up for asking in the first place.

There's a closeness there that disgusts them both equally with how well they know each other. Music preferences, how they take their coffee. Knowing each other's mood like their own. Ugh.

Life carries on though and there's still shit to do. WIth most of their waking moments spent together, they weave in their own errands between jobs and missions.

At least Goo does. Gun's life is much more orderly instead of a whirlwind of chaos. He is proactive and reactive whereas it appears to him that Goo will just fulfil his own whims as they come up.

Either way, Goo is the one driving and it's his car so Gun has no choice but to go with.

Well. Gun can stay in the car like some sort of pitiful dog awaiting their master's return or join in with Goo.

He usually opts for the latter, and also regrets it too. For example, getting cookies together for fuck's sake. Grabbing ice cream. Ring shopping!

Really, don't let anyone tell you that Gun is impatient. He puts up with far too much from his blonde partner. He can be extremely level headed, often choosing to walk away from things not worth his time rather than waste his energy. There's a lot of hill where he would prefer not to die on where Goo Kim is concerned.

If you asked Goo what was the one thing he hated most about Gun, the ensuing silence would be the longest he has ever been quiet for. Because there really is so much he hates about that fucking guy.

Just one? Then Goo would likely say the smoking. Not only does it stink, but the smell seeps into the car interior and lingers on everything. Goo often likes to pretend he's choking when Gun lights up. Putting on a coughing fit and spraying spittle everywhere until Gun walks away in disgust.

If you asked Gun what he hated most about Goo Kim? Completely deadpan and straight faced, he would say 'everything'.

[farfromrealitypls]

Rafe x singer girlfriend

Face claim: Madison beer

“No no no no, shit!”

“What?” You lifted your head to look at Sarah, who sat across from you at the counter, looking panicked at her phone.

“The band I booked just cancelled” she threw her phone out of her hands and let her head fall onto her arms on the counter.

“Oh shit” you frowned and looked at your best friend.

“What am I gonna doooo?” She mumbled into her hands.

“Try to book someone else.” You suggested.

“How am I gonna get someone else in an hour?! It’s ruined!” She whipped her head back up.

“The live music was going to be the highlight, singing THEIR song. It was supposed to be perfect. Ugh! Rose should’ve never trusted me with their anniversary party” she whined and let her head fall back down again.

Sarah spent almost the whole last week planning this out. It was Rose’s and Ward’s anniversary and Rose wanted a big party and told Sarah she could plan it.

“Sarah it’s still a great party” you walked around the counter and stood next to her, putting your hand on her back to comfort her.

“The decoration is amazing and the slideshow is the cutest thing ever” you assured her.

“Oh my god! Y/n can you sing at the party? she whipped her head up again, you swore you heard it crack and she looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” You gasped in disbelief.

“Y/n please! I’m never gonna get someone else for tonight and you are way better than anyone else” she grabbed your arm.

“Absolutely not” you shook your head and ignored her puppy dog eyes.

“Why not? Pleaseeeeee. Just this one song. Nothing else. This is so essential, it’s THEIR song and it’s way more emotional when you sing it than me just putting it on speaker” she whined and squeezed your arm even tighter, pouting up at you.

“I can’t. Rafe is gonna be there and I get so freaked out” you whined back and avoided eye contact.

“You’ve been dating for 2 months now and he never heard you sing?? It’s about time!” She raised her voice in excitement and gave you a hopeful look.

“Sarah…” you sighed, looking back at her.

“Y/n I’m BEGGING you. I’ll do whatever you want” she said slowly with closed eyes, waiting for you to say yes.

It was silent for a bit, just you two looking at each other.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” You finally gave in.

“Oh my god!” Sarah jumped up from her stool and pulled you into a tight hug.

“You’re the best! I love you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She squealed into your ear.

“I love you too” you squinted your eyes at her high pitched voice and just hugged her back.

“Are you alright babe?” Rafe leaned over and whispered in your ear.

You’ve been fidgeting in your seat the second you sat down. Why did you agree to this again?

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine” you whispered back and faked a smile.

He placed his big hand on your thigh and usually it would calm you down, but now all you could think of was that you had to sing in front of him and EVERYONE, when the slideshow was over.

Suddenly everybody started clapping and Sarah stepped onto the small stage.

Shit. It’s happening.

“I hope those pictures freshend up some memories. And now to relive the ultimate, most romantic moment, we will have someone sing the song, you both first danced to, and the one dad claims, made him fall in love”

Sarah stepped off and you got off from your seat while everyone clapped.

“What are you doing?” Rafe looked at you confused. You ignored him and just walked up the stage. You held on to the mic and hoped it would make your hands look less shaky. You scanned the crowd and there were definitely more people than you thought. You locked eyes with your boyfriend and his lips turned into a smile and he raised one eyebrow at you. Then the intro to “Can’t help falling in love” by Elvis Presley started playing, there was no turning back.

You started singing and Rafe couldn’t believe his eyes. There stood this dream of a woman, in a sparkly black dress, with the voice of an angel and he was lucky enough to call her his girlfriend. When you stared into his eyes while singing the lyrics, like you said it to him, it made his heart jump and his dick twitch. He was absolutely mesmerised and just stared at you in awe. So did everybody else. He wondered how he never knew you could sing like that, but looking at you right now made him feel soft.

The song was over and you took a deep breath, before you quickly made your way back to your seat. The party guests cheered, clapped and Rose sent you some air kisses. You akwardly smiled back at her and finally sat back down next to Rafe, leaning into him to calm your nerves.

Sarah stepped back up and started reading some story.

“I- Fuck I’m so in love with you” he brought out while staring into your soul.

“You mean “you can’t help falling in love with me?” “ you giggled and jokingly pushed his arm.

“Fuck yeah” he chuckled back and pulled you closer by your chair and then gently cupped your cheek, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled up at him through your long eyelashes.

“I never knew my girl got a voice like that” He whispered.

“I get shy” you whispered back.

“Well get over it, because I will make you sing way more often now” he placed his soft lips on yours and you hummed in agreement.

“But nothing compares to the noises you make when I touch all the right spots” he grinned against your lips.

“Rafe!” You blushed and hit his biceps and he let out a deep chuckle before pecking your lips once more.

[super-smash-bracket]

ROUND ONE

Shadow

Pit: Oh, that's Sonic! Heeeey! Sonic! Dark Pit: You idiot! That's not Sonic! Pit: Pittoo?! Dark Pit: That's Shadow the Hedgehog! Fifty years ago, he was created on the Space Colony ARK as a genetic experiment using the cells from the alien Black Doom by Gerald Robotnik. He was commissioned by G.U.N. as an ultimate weapon, but Gerald was using him to help find a cure for his daughter's autoimmune disease, and that's when Maria and Shadow became close friends. But G.U.N. found out about it, and they were sent to eliminate the entire space colony, so Maria, with her last breath, sent Shadow to Earth. He was then unfrozen by Maria's cousin, Dr. Eggman, and he's slowly come to terms with his own identity. Oh, and FYI, by the way, Shadow may LOOK like Sonic, but that's because Gerald misunderstood a prophecy on the walls and deliberately modeled Shadow after Super Sonic. If you think he's going to fight EXACTLY like Sonic, you're DEAD wrong! He can fire Chaos Lances, teleport with Chaos Control, and he even has Chaos Nightmare as well! Do NOT underestimate Shadow the Hedgehog! Pit: ...Wow, Pittoo, you really know a lot about Shadow. Dark Pit: Obviously. He's the coolest! Pit: So, uh... Can you give me any actual advice on fighting him? Dark Pit: Not a chance. Pit: HEY! GET BACK HERE!

Jacky Bryant

Pit: This guy looks so cool! It's like he's ready to race! Palutena: That's Jacky Bryant, an indy car racer known as the Blue Lightning! Both he and his sister, Sarah, are accomplished fighters, as well. Pit: A racer? Like Captain Falcon? Viridi: No, the F-Zero races are in space and in zero gravity. He's just a regular gas-guzzling car racer. Pit: Well, he's also SUPER fast! Those kicks are faster than lightning! It's like I'm moving in slow-motion... Palutena: His Jeet Kune Do moves all lead into each other VERY well, Pit! If you're caught in a combo, just... Wiggle around, I guess. Viridi: Ugh, you're hopeless against fast fighters! Pit, if you're facing a fighter like Jacky, don't just let yourself get caught! Space him out and get him frustrated! If he wants to get it done fast, wait it out! Make him go at YOUR speed! Pit: Wow, that was... Helpful, Viridi! Viridi: Yeah, I'm pretty good at this, aren't I? Palutena: Well...

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Chris x pretty are so perfect ( the Drabble was so effing cute ugh!) but now I’m thinking what are their respective red flags ?? Like what are things that they need to work on in their relationship?? We’ve seen from that previous chapter that sometimes it does go down between them..

ohhh, good question, good question. i don't include this much in the stories because most of the time i just want to write the positive stuff lol i'm already too sad irl to deal with it constantly in my silly little stories as well, but i have certainly thought about this before, so i'll leave some thoughts under the cut:

so... Chris is very stubborn. very. he believes his ways are the best ways, you know? although he does try to let go of this and let people do what they want or feel like they need to to, he'll always have that little voice on the back of his head telling him that his opinion on any matter is the right one. see their argument in afraid to lose you, he was tired, scared, and it was near impossible for him to believe anything other than that his opinion on pretty turning was the only one, you know?

besides, he's half animal. he's incomprehensible levels of Intense™. in general, it's hard for him to be normal when it comes to emotions. he feels too much, too quickly, and depending on the situation this can cause both him and his partner distress and start misunderstandings (it's great when the emotions are positive, tho. as we've seen...)

also, he's very career driven, and tends to lose himself in his day to day job, to the point where he doesn't take care of his basic needs (food, sleep, cuddles with his pretty girl, etc). if he's too engrossed in what he's working on, he'll lose all sense of self and his surroundings, which will make pretty mum's left eye twitch in annoyance because he's a grown man that needs to take care of himself.

pretty is intense as well, although to a lesser, more human degree. i don't think their relationship would work if she weren't, tbh. chris' inner voice said it in the narrative of Alpha Dog, he'd been told he was too intense before, which is smth pretty hasn't done because she's just the same. again, this is great when it comes to positive emotions, because they're able to enjoy their love to the fullest, but when negativity seeps in, it can cause arguments and disagreements.

additionally, pretty can be... insecure. we know she's not particularly insecure about her looks, so this is not the source of her insecurities. it's her capabilities that she often worries about, which leads her to overthink things, to isolate herself from her loved ones because she feels like she can't fully provide them the support they need.

contradictorily, she likes to mother people. she's always been the mum friend, probably not only because she cares deeply about her friends and because she's good at it, but also because she likes to feel needed, you know? which is part of the reason why Chris' lack of care for his basic needs when he gets in his heads gets to her so much, because she doesn't want to mother him, but she feels like she'll eventually end up doing it because that's just who she is, and a girlfriend shouldn't really be mothering her boyfriend that's not how that works lol.

one thing that causes arguments sometimes is that Chris doesn't like to burden people with his problems, whereas pretty ALWAYS wants to help people with their problems, so sometimes it's like they're both on the opposite sides of a spectrum where she wants to know what's weighing heavy on his mind to help him, but he doesn't wanna tell her so she doesn't worry about him.

ultimately, they're both mature enough to know these things. not the things in themselves, but also in each other, and they really do try their best to communicate. Chris has gotten better at opening up, just like pretty has learnt to let things go sometimes when he's too closed off, simply reminding him that if he does want to talk about it, she'll be there.

they try to support each other even in their bad days, and if any arguments occur they'll always find a way to work it out.

[musical-chick-13]

Akimeno for the ship game

Really gonna try to say something about them that isn't just AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Ship It

What made you ship it? This is kind of a hard question to answer, because I'm not fully sure. I always liked Himeno, and I did feel very sad about how obviously she wanted Aki to quit. And her devotion toward him tugged at something primal within me. But I was also in kind of a weird place when I first became aware of the manga and went, "Oh, I should check this out," so I think back then it was really more of...an appreciation for her character and the thematic elements of the ship rather than something I Went Feral Over For Personal Reasons? Honestly, I think it was the episode 8 ED (aka MAPPA's Grief AMV) that made me go from "I appreciate this on a narrative level" to "Oh, this is The Ship Ever, actually." (Fun fact, I did an overly-detailed narrative and musical analysis on said ED after it aired just. For fun. To get the Thoughts™ out of my brain.) Genuinely there are not enough words to describe how thoroughly this sequence fucked me up.

What are your favorite things about the ship? YOU EXPECT ME TO TALK ABOUT THIS AT REASONABLE LENGTH??? UGH OKAY, FINE, I'LL TRY, I GUESS. I love how comfortable they are around each other and how they can be in each other's personal space and it's not a huge deal. I love how DEEPLY they care, even if it's to the point of not always being completely healthy. I love how, even though they both have so much respective issues and there are...uh...as-yet-unexplained-in-the-anime Story Reasons for Aki acting in...certain ways...they STILL managed to build this incredibly close and touching relationship. Genuinely everything in the world they live in was kind of conspiring against them in terms of letting them get to a place of mutual emotional attachment, but they got to that place anyway. And it's SO clear that they care SO MUCH: Aki gets to GRIEVE when she dies because she MATTERS; Himeno tries SO HARD to act cavalier about everything, but she CANNOT be cavalier about him, it's impossible, she doesn't even TRY to be; Aki gets mad/petty/vindictive on multiple occasions over the fact that people have hurt her, and Himeno gets borderline-unhinged about the idea of him being in danger. But ultimately, above all, the thing that I really love about them is that, even if there are a lot of things that might not get fully communicated, they still understand each other. And that's, I think, the most important thing to me regarding a ship.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I mean...really the unpopular opinion is just that I ship this in the first place, lmao. (Wow, me shipping something that's NOT the fan-preferred ship, what a surprise.) Um...I guess the fact that I believe the romantic feelings were mutual? There are a lot of things I could point to for this (especially some of the anime-specific animation choices), but I'll stick to the biggest reason (because this is already long enough) which is that, overall, this piece of media is a very tragic story. One laced with hope, yes, but still a tragedy in many ways. And, as someone who used to be a stage actor, having to inhabit various fictional characters day after day, I tend to look at fiction from the angle of, "What interpretation choice makes the theme/genre stronger?" So, what's the bigger tragedy: Two people, for all their faults, are in love-could have had time together and been on the same page and carved out some small pocket of happiness, however brief-but one of them is physically prevented by story elements from ever realizing or acting on it? That the feelings WERE there and it COULD have worked but it never got there due to circumstances COMPLETELY outside anyone's control? Or "girl likes best friend who doesn't like her back." Some people may think that straight-up unrequited love is more tragic, but I think it's infinitely more sad when the love is mutual but forced to go unrealized.

Ship ask game

[aylabyu]

Sleep.

A GN!Reader x ??? SFW fic

A/N: y'all, my knowledge about this character is non-existent so forgive me if I ever had any information wrong, or completely wrong. never correct I'm sure... also I wanted this fic to be gender neutral so please point out to me if there are mistakes, in this context and grammar-wise too!

[whoever guesses who this character is can tell me what they want next to be published by me! (lmao I'm acting as if I'm well-known) like they can tell me who the character/s will be in the fic, genre, some tags, things to not include, etc. I can write other fandoms... I think, but I don't generally watch most animes like MHA or JJK but I might manage..? but for games like OM! or twst, I can...! kinda,,] [still open, will edit this if it changes later on!]

.... because I have so many ideas and idk what to do first so I'll let others decide...

the moon greets the man who is looking up at it, its majestic form putting pressure on him. he was about to stand up and reluctantly leave his lover when she muttered.

"ugh, what.. time is it?" you groaned, feeling the bed dip and soft lips on your forehead.

"it's not near daybreak, go back to sleep."

"where are you going then?"

he looked at you with his gentle smile, the one where you know he'll fascinate you until you heed his wishes.

"i'm just going out for some fresh air," he simply stated.

he was brushing your hair, detangling and smoothing it down, which ultimately makes you in a trance between reality and dreamland. the latter is the winning side.

as a last resort, you threw your body at his, "you'll go off somewhere again, stay with me."

"but I am with you. you are my lover, my sweet."

"oh stop. stay with me. in bed."

you felt him softly sigh and surrendered. he fixed your sleeping position so he can put his arms around your frail body.

silence reigned, and when he heard your soft snores, he whispered, "... i'm sorry, my dear. i'm so sorry."

tears ran down his face, but he made sure they never touch your complexion. he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve tainting you, even with his tears – doesn't deserve you. his heart and soul ached for you.

he stopped when he felt a hand touch his wet cheek.

"why are you crying? who hurt my sweetheart?" you mumbled through closed eyes, still rubbing your hand on his cheek.

"it's just the water, dear. my hair is acting up again."

you started to open your eyes to see if what he said was true, but he put a hand over your vision.

"i, i am not attractive right now. please, have sweet dreams," he glided his hand over your forehead which made you close your eyes and instantly sleep.

he made sure you are in deep sleep until tomorrow when he is sure he will get the job done. time for revenge.

he got up and went out of their dwelling, meeting his friend who he called upon.

amber eyes stared at him when he saw him, "are you sure? you do know that i can't, and won't, help you."

"yes, if it is for them, i am willing to face everything. even when going against you," he looked at the steely man in front of him.

"... have no worries, i will not meddle in your retaliation. the time is near, get going. i will stay back, as promised, to take care of them until you get back."

your lover nodded, thankful for his friend's consideration, "thank you, i will be eternally grateful to you. excuse me."

both men nodded at each other, the elegant one going out to his adversary and the man with amber eyes going to you, who is slumbering incredibly deeply.

"my dear, forgive me. i love you to the moon and back, let Celestia go to hell for all i care," thunder rumbled through the night skies, as if hearing his declaration of battle.

he teleported to the entrance of this damned nation, and instead of a knock on the door, he raised his hand and let a severe flood wreak havoc upon everyone.

why would he care if innocents die? why would he care if people curse him to death? why would he care if he would die?

why?

they never cared even when you were innocent. they never cared when you were just framed so obviously, but they threw you down until your wings got torn and bloody. they never cared about you.

that should change now.

they will know of your dignified self. oh so regal and majestic, no one should even set their sights upon you – not even his own.

his gaze burned with the thought of you, itching to be within your delicate embrace and alleviating aura, but he used this fire to intensify the torrent silencing the screams of the citizens.

daybreak is near, and he should be done with the first step in his plan before it. with this, he moved on to the grand fortress with hatred in his heart.

"i have to hurry, they might wake up without me nuzzling their neck," he smiled maniacally while summoning his hydro serpents to aid him in this gratifying massacre.