#unorganized shelf

[garryoakenthusiast]

fuck it. CD shelf time

[gramarye]

Goodbye Jessica!! Rip to the lesbian icon

its ok shes always in my heart... and also on my shelf :+) with her friend bridget !!!

[murdrdocs]

i saw you like dbh so i offer you: being a detective and working with connor and somehow you both end up in a tight space and you need to scoot past him so you do just that except you brush up against him and just the right way and suddenly connor feels something he’s never felt before and his LED goes right red and his sensors start running a million miles a second and for some reason his pants feel a little too tight😵‍💫

"feels like i'm in the backrooms."

you stare at the tight spaces in front of you, scanning your eyes over each unorganized shelf, desperately trying to figure out if there's some sort of system or anything that gives you a hint on where to begin. connor stands beside you, likely doing the same thing.

when you look up at him to see a yellow circle spinning around, you decide to let yourself rest, placing your hands on your hips and waiting for connor to tell you where to go.

"over here," he points, leading the way to an area in the far corner.

it's more cramped than you thought it would be. there's only room to take a singular step back before you're bumping into another shelf overflowing with files. you try to keep your complaints to a minimum, but you can tell that even connor is upset about the lack of space and organization.

the task you've both been given—finding an archived file from the late 2000s—was already going to be difficult. having to find a file in all of this mess just seems impossible. but connor instantly becomes elbow deep in looking so you do too.

you look. and look. and look. and eventually you get to the point where you forget what you're even looking for.

"connor," you ask eventually. he hums, not taking his eyes off of the small stack of files he's flipping through. "what's the name again?"

"jackson baker."

you pinch your eyes shut, trying to not let your frustration show as you place the stack of files down. you look at the other end of the aisle, past conner, and grumble under your breath when you realize just how tight of a squeeze it's going to be.

"'scuse me," you mumble, stepping in front of connor since it's the path less likely to knock a loose hanging stack of files off of the shelf. he steps back as far as he can, but even then it's not enough. you make it quick, sliding right past connor and barely focusing on the feeling of your dress pants rubbing together.

looking back on it, you definitely felt something, and that settles the invasive, but important, question you and hank asked each other not long ago. that and the way connor's LED shines a bright red when you hold up the file for him, the very file you found fifteen minutes ago but mistakingly put back.

he should be relieved, maybe as relieved as you, but he looks confused. eyebrows pinched together, lips parted, big brown eyes glancing at the file then at you before deciding that anything else was far more interesting.

you lead the way to the exit, stopping when you don't hear the familiar clack of dress shoes atop tile behind you.

"connor?" you call, "aren't you coming?"

he hesitates and you really think you'll have to put in a check-up request to cyberlife or something. until he clears his throat and appears from behind the shelves with a strained smile and hands discreetly covering his crotch.

[linopls]

kinktober day twenty-four

sex toys fem!reader x sub!hyunjin warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, its a surprise hehe 2.1k words

“hwang hyunjin, i swear to god i’ll kill you!”

“y/n-”

“you weren’t supposed to know about this!” you gesture your hands to the opened velvet box on the kitchen table.

it was your and hyunjin’s five year anniversary this coming saturday, a huge milestone. the two of your have dedicated the whole week to spoiling each other and hyunjin thought he would surprise you by cleaning the whole apartment. he started in the kitchen, then the living room, and then your bedroom. his first bedroom project was your closet, he knew how you despised how unorganized it was but you were way too busy to clean it.

he started by taking all your clothes off the hangers and putting them on new, matching ones. he took all your shoes out and built you a small rack to put in the bottom of the closet. he cleaned off the top shelf and organized the clutter and threw away stuff you complained about taking too much space. as he was placing your new shoe rack back in the bottom of the closet, he found a black box tucked away. 

the two of you had built your relationship on trust, you told each other everything. so he didn’t think much of it when he pulled it on and set it on your shared bed and opened it, planning on how to organize it. to say he was shocked at the contents inside was an understatement.

“when did you get it?” hyunjin asks, removing the contents from the box and examining it.

“don’t touch it!” you snap and grab it from his hands. “you never saw it, you’re getting rid of it as we speak.”

“no, what?” hyunjin pouts, resting his hand on his chin. “you don’t even want to try it?”

you stop dead in your tracks, your eyes dart back and forth between your boyfriend and the item in your hand. 

“have you had it this whole time?” hyunjin wiggles his eyebrows towards you.

“two years ago, i think,” you answer unsurely.

“why didn’t you tell me you bought one?”

“i didn’t buy it.”

confusion paints hyunjin’s face and he looks back at the item. you watch as his eyes gloss over, the same expression you’ve seen so many times when you take control instead of him.

“h-how’d you get it then?” he asks, tugging his bottom lip nervously with his fingers.

you can’t help but become aroused, seeing hyunjin like this goes to your head so quickly and makes your panties wet. 

“yunjin got it for me, gag gift.”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“didn’t think you’d be interested, that was wrong i supposed?”

hyunjin’s face flushes red and he adjusts himself in his seat awkwardly. 

“hyunjin,” you purr. “do you want me to use this on you?”

hyunjin gulps, he almost looks like he might cry. he looks back up to you and you swear you could cum on the spot. when you were given the gift, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to use it on hyunjin but you were always too scared to ask. it wasn’t until the past year or so you and hyunjin started to really experiment in the bedroom, but you were worried that this might be too far.

“yes, y/n. please,” his words come out as a whiny beg.

you’re shaking at this point, with nerves and excitement. you try and calm yourself down and straighten out your thoughts.

“we couldn’t go straight to it today, we’d have to prep you and str-”

“already did.”

your jaw drops, the thought of hyunjin preparing himself for this makes you soaked. you can literally feel your panties sticking to your folds. you grab hyunjin with one hand and the box with the other and drag him into your shared bedroom. you attach your lips to his neck before even closing the door and bite and suck on his soft skin. he moans and whines in response as his hands wander your body.

you push him back onto the bed and set the box next to him. “hyunjin, are you sure?”

“so sure,” he whispers, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and slides them down his legs. you watch in awe as he kicks them off his ankles. 

he stops for a second, covering his exposed self with his hands. you can tell he’s nervous and unsure.

“hey, it’s okay, love.” you caress one of his thighs with your hand. “we can stop if you want.”

“no, ‘m okay,” he whispers. “can you also be naked?”

you giggle. “of course, baby! what do you want me to take off?”

“s-shirt, please.” he sits up on the edge of the bed and slides his hands under your shirt. 

you assist him in pulling the shirt over your head, and he immediately attaches his fingers to your bra clasp. you slide the undergarment down your arms and hyunjin attaches his mouth to one of your nipples and attends to the other with his fingers. you throw your head back and tangle your fingers in his hair. hyunjin’s hands wander down to your hips and into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your legs. 

hyunjin pulls away from your breasts breathless. you look down to the pretty boy and caress his cheeks with your hands, running your thumb over his bottom lip. he looks so ruined already and you haven’t even touched him yet.

“y/n,” he moans, taking your thumb in his mouth and sucking on the digit.

“tell me what you want, baby,” you say, arousal dripping down your legs at the sight in front of you.

“you. i want you, y/n,” he gasps. 

he takes your hands in his own and trails them underneath his shirt, pulling it over his head. you take one of your thumbs and trace it over his hardened nipple. hyunjin whimpers out in response and his muscles visibly flex under your touch. 

“be more specific, baby,” you tease, pinching his bud between your thumb and index finger.

“i want you to f-fuck me, with y-your strap, ‘lease.” his entire face is flushed red and his chest feels hot.

“will you help me put it on?”

he nods and reaches over to the box to grab the harness. he holds it out in front of you and you balance yourself on his broad shoulders and step in. hyunjin slowly slides the black leather up your legs until it rests on your hips. he then moves to tighten the straps, he pulls at them to check their strength and smiles up at you when he’s done. you lean over him to grab the dildo from the box and hyunjin makes a grab at your ass.

“hey!” you gasp, snapping back up straight with the toy in your hand. 

“‘m sorry. makes your butt look good,” he giggles, reaching back around to grab at the soft flesh.

you laugh and slot the pink toy in its spot. hyunjin watches in awe and gulps nervously when you place your hands on your hips.

“lay back, pretty boy,” you gently order. 

hyunjin lays flat against the bed and you slide your hands up his thighs, when you reach the top you help him gently part his long legs. you catch a glimpse at a shiny plug snuggled between his soft cheeks and you moan and your head rolls back at the sight.

“t-told you, ‘m ready,” hyunjin mumbles.

you reach down to the toy and press your thumb against the base which causes hyunjin to squirm and whimper. he slides his own hands down his body and places them on either thigh to spread his legs for you. 

“can i?” you grab the base with two fingers and hyunjin nods.

as you remove the toy, hyunjin moans loudly. you admire his gaping hole, teasing your finger around the rim. he whines and reaches back over to the box and pulls out the small bottle of lube.

“y/n, please. i need it,” he begs and hands you the bottle.

you giggle and place a generous amount of lube on your hand and coat your strap. hyunjin watches as you jerk the strap his mouth agape. you line the tip with his hole, smearing the slick with the head. he reaches down to grab your hips to pull you closer to him. the strap sliding in with ease. 

you’ve never heard hyunjin make noises like this, his whimpers and cries drive you wild. as you bottom out completely his eyes go wide. 

“are you okay?” you begin to worry that this is too much too fast and hyunjin is wanting to back out.

until he wraps his legs around your center and squeezes you tightly. he nods vigorously and whines for you to move. you unsurely place your hands on his hips and move your hips back and forth. you quickly realize that you’ve never done this before and have no idea what you’re doing.

hyunjin must catch on to your hesitance, he props himself up on his elbows. “b-balance yourself on my hips, push down as hard as you need to. a-and everytime you thrust, do it in an upward-ish motion. try it.”

“is this the method you use on me?” you giggle, doing your best to follow his instructions. 

“mhm,” he moans and nods, you get more confident and move your hips a little faster. “works every time, doesn’t it?”

you nod and try to think back to what more hyunjin does when he’s the one drilling into you. an idea comes to your mind and you prop one of your legs up on the bed to give you a better angle. this makes it easier for you to move and must hit hyunjin’s spot even harder as he falls back on to the bed and his back arches off the mattress.

“y/n!” he yelps, clawing at the blankets. 

“yeah? am i making you feel good?” your thighs smack harshly against his ass with every thrust and you dig your nails into his skin. 

“s-so good, y/n,” he cries.

“touch yourself for me,” you command and one of hyunjin’s hands snap to his aching cock.

you’re going delirious watching the sight in front of you. you swear you could come untouched watching hyunjin feel this good. he furiously jerks his cock with his fist and you pound into him relentlessly. you watch as tears begin to spill over his cheeks.

“baby, please, please,” hyunjin wails. “so good, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you cock your head to the side and slam your hips against him as hard as you can. “gonna cum for me? gonna cum on my cock?” 

you understand why hyunjin loves doing this so much, holding this much power over someone gives one confidence they never knew they had. dirty words are just naturally pouring from your mouth like you’ve done this a million times. in reality you’re just trying to think back all the nasty things hyunjin’s ever said to you.

“fuck!” he screams. “yes, god, yes.”

“then cum,” you spit. “cum for me. show me how good i’m making you feel.”

hyunjin cums the hardest you’ve ever seen him before. his eyes roll back in his head and his back arches fully off of the bed. his thighs tighten against your hips and twitch like crazy. his cum spills all over his stomach and chest, painting such a beautiful picture. you slow down your thrusts, working him completely through his orgasm until he’s whining and repeating: ‘’m good!’ over and over again. 

you slowly pull out and slide the harness down your legs and set it on your nightstand. you press a deep kiss to hyunjin’s plush lips before running to the bathroom and returning with a wet rag to wipe your lover clean. you press the warm cloth to his chest and he shivers at the sensation. 

once hyunjin’s cleaned off you assist him in climbing under the covers and slide under with him. you lay flat against the back as hyunjin quickly moves to lay on your chest. you interlock your fingers in his hair and gently brush through the soft strands. 

“are you okay?” you ask after laying in silence for a while.

“mhm, feel great” hyunjin responds, you can hear in his voice that he’s slowly starting to come out of his haze.

“did you enjoy it?” “so much.” he lifts his head off your chest to look at you. “it was amazing. you’re amazing.”

hyunjin has been bias wrecking me so hard i cannot do it anymore

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[mxqlss]

BETTY. — LH43

Sypnosis: In which, Luke realizes how he misses reader after cheating on her in August and now has to deal with trying to get you back.

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader (Song-wise: Betty)

jess’ song choice:

September of 2020.

Betty, I won't make assumptions About why you switched your homeroom, but I think it's cause of me

Luke sat in class, listening to the teacher speak until he noticed reader wasn't in the room. With that he raised his hand "Uhm, Miss where is Y/N?" he asked in confusion as to why she wasn't there.

"Ms. L/N has switched homeroom classes, she will no longer be in this class anymore," she said as Luke's eyes widened. He knew exactly why she switched classes after that, he knew he fucked up big time but he didn't think that she would switch classes because of it.

You heard the rumours from Inez You can't believe a word she says Most times, but this time, it was true

Everyone was whispering around her. Luke always wondered why, because every time they whispered to her they always pointed at him. Till he found out that everyone knew about what he did this summer.

He looked around him to which he found Y/N's eyes staring right at him, her eyes looking glassy and her lips trembling, once her eyes met Luke's she turned around and walked away.

Luke always tried to find a way to talk to her with no one else around them but everytime he would see her she would end up walking the opposite way from him, completely ignoring him at all costs.

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Luke sat in his room in the middle of November with a box in front of him. A box he wanted to give her for her 17th birthday. It was filled with memories of them and her favourite things like candy and things they did together, along with a letter to her about how much he loved her.

He kept contimplating wether he should go or not, he wanted to go but he didn't think she would want him there after what he did. She kept ignoring him at school so why would he go? What would she say to him if he showed up at her doorstep? Tell him to go fuck himself? Would she want him there to begin with?

In the garden would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Luke sat up from his bed and walked over to his shelf with memories and gifts from you that he kept as his trophies. In his head he kept asking himself why he did it when he was with her. As tears started to stream down his face he knew he fucked up big time and deep down he knows he misses her and loves y/n so much.

As Luke took deep breaths and wiped the tears off his face he yet again contemplated wether he should go or not, looking back at the gift he had for her. He wanted to go to her house so bad and just hug her and kiss her telling her how much he hated being away from her and how he hated what he did to you. He knew as a seventeen-year-old he didn't know what he was doing and for infact he knew nothing at all about how to love.

It affected him so bad that it interfered with his hockey. Making him mess up every game and practice, listening to his coaches yell at him not understanding how he went from becoming a great player to a messy and unorganized one, and even dealing with his brothers telling him how bad he's fucked up and how it affected him so bad he had to do something about it sooner.

Betty, I'm here on your doorstep And I planned it out for weeks now But it's finally sinkin' in

Luke stood there staring at the door in front of him. The door he would go to every few nights to take his girl to dinners and dates or even to hang out with her at her house. It finally sank in that he was there, holding her gift in hand as he rang the doorbell while loud music was playing in the house that you could hear it from outside.

It took him weeks to convince himself to go to her house, even if it meant for her to yell and scream at him to get out or go away and never contact her or approach her at all.

Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you

As the door opened, his gaze caught hers. She was wearing one of his favourite dresses he had bought for her. In his favourite colour. She stared at him briefly, wondering why he had come to her door.

"Luke.. you showed up?.." she asked, tears starting to form in her eyes. He let out a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, uhm.. here's your birthday gift. Happy birthday, Y/N" he let out one of his smiles, making her heart break even more. As she examined his face, she noticed his features, all the baggy eyes and puffy bloodshot eyes.

Luke had done the same and noticed how her face looked like she had been crying for the past month not getting much sleep. It had both affected them like crazy. They had both missed each other's simple gestures they would do for each other.

Behind Y/N was a picture frame of both of them, sitting at the lake house one year. Jack had taken the picture and sent it to his mom and her mom where they had both printed the picture and had it in their houses.

"You still have the photo framed.." Luke smiled softly again, making Y/N nod and give one of the smallest smiles. "Yeah, It never left that spot," she said as she looked behind her and back at him, tears now running down her face

Yeah, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends?

Luke and Y/N were now on the porch with the door still wide open, tears streaming down their faces as they talked. Luke had wiped his tears before wiping hers leaving his hand resting on her cheek. Her hand held the hand on her cheek, melting into his soft touch.

They both kept on talking and comforting each other till Luke had to leave as he had practice in the morning. As his hand left her cheek, she began to feel lost without his touch and him to guide her like he always did, they were perfect but it's always the right person wrong time.

As he began to leave he just wanted to feel her lips against his one last time, would it always be the same kiss he dreamed of when he kissed her? He stood there facing away from her before turning to face her again, she stood there as she watched him leave. Watching the one she wanted to marry and be with for the rest of her life walk away.

If you kissed me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

"I hope you know, I miss you.."

"I miss you too, Lukey."

authors note!

I thought of this today and finished today.. which was kinda odd but it’s whatever! I hope you liked it since its my first time writing something like this instead of insta posts!

I have more works but im trying to perfect them so its good and not all choppy like this one! Overall I hope you liked this! If not, thats okay!

xoxo jess

[cupidsloove]

•MICHAEL KAISER BF HEADCANONS•

Just Kaiser being Kaiser

[Fun fact I'm interested in blue lock and besides the Itoshi brothers & sibling!reader angst in my Google docs, I decided to write some bf headcanons of this lovable asshole called Kaiser]

Tags: fluff, Kaiser being kinda clingy and annoying, mentions of Kaiser's morning routine(dick and ass too) very unorganized hcs,

★You being in a relationship with Kaiser was a shock for everyone in your life. The surprise on your parent's face when they saw you introduced him was still memorized in your brain somewhere in the back. It was an interesting family dinner afterwards, but at least they approved of the relationship.

“Kaiser…still wondering how my father approved of you”

“Maybe because I'm really that lovable~”

“Shut up”

・⁠。⁠・

★ He is REALLY into physical affection, quality time and words of affirmation. Since he needs to travel because of his matches, every moment with you is important to him especially if Kaiser needs to leave for long periods of time and can't feel your touch through the screen of his phone. When he returns… be prepared for alot of hugging, kisses and many dates. 

Also Kaiser is going to shower you in praises, and encouragement and makes sure you are feeling better.

“Engel where are we going tonight?” said your boyfriend while hugging you from behind 

“Michi, we went out last night, calm down a little with those dates” you sighed while you put the washed plate back on the shelf.

“Engel you don't know if tomorrow is again one of those days where I have to leave the country for how many weeks again” said Kaiser in his clingy sweet voice.

“How about watching a movie instead of going out?”

・⁠。⁠・

★ Calls you nicknames all the time, maybe not so much in the public but in private….well, it's a literal shower of nicknames.

Some of the nicknames are: Engel(Angel), Liebling(Darling),Schnucki(Sweetie pie) and many, MANY more.

“Kaiser you seemed very distracted today”

“Shh, texting my Schnucki is much more important than dealing with those half-baked asses”

“???”

・⁠。⁠・

★If you are living with him, well…good luck waking up and the first thing you see is your boyfriend in all his naked glory looking in the mirror for you don't know how many minutes. Convincing him to cover himself is much more of a issue

“What,there is a problem with my ass or with my dick”

“OH MY GOD MICHAEL, JUST COVER YOURSELF FOR FUCK'S SAKE”

・⁠。⁠・

★If your relationship isn't already public, you and Kaiser have some sort of discussion about making it actually know to the media. Even if he is still an ass, Kaiser still has a caring side for people he loves. He knows that stans on different social media apps can be absolutely ruthless and in general, dating a famous person is very life sucking.

“(Name) are you really sure about that?”

“Michi, I'm sure about this”

・⁠。⁠・

★ Meeting his teammates was something. It wasn't really bad just they look at you strangely. I mean in the "How this asshole pulled someone like this" type of way. Some of them asked for tips to deal with him

“Can you give us tips how to deal with your boyfriend?” says one of them while holding a notebook

“Fine, to deal with him is to know how to pique his interest”

“Then how you do it”

“I don't know”

[weixuldo]

Linecook Anakin HCs

pleaseeee i cannot get this idea out of my mind (maybe i’m just tryna romanticize my job lol) also lemme just say this list is hella unorganized ( just like my brain lol)

warnings: cursing, ani is a typical horny young adult, smoking; weed

Muscular arms, veins!!

Beautiful blue eyes look up at the screen to see the next meal prep (you imagine those same eyes looking up at you like that if you ever get him on his knees)

He always finds something to compliment you on (even though there’s not much room for expression due to the standard comply uniform)

He’s almost always working cause he wants money and honestly doesn’t mind the atmosphere of the kitchen. 

Plus weed isn't cheap and he likes to smoke :)

On breaks you’ll often see him out back smoking a cig or a vape (depending on his mood).

“You know that stuff is bad for you right?” 

“Yea, i dont really give a shit tho”

You roll your eyes, “well don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when you’re carrying around an oxygen tank in thirty years”

He sent a play sad face your way and exclaimed “That’s so sweet, you’re looking out for my health”

“You’re so full of shit Skywalker” you say as you go back inside.

Though, after that encounter you notice he started to chew a lot more gum and smoke a lot less

He flirts with other waitresses too, but you are definitely his favorite

Reaches stuff on the top shelf when you can't. 

“Need some help princess?”

Winks at you from behind the window

Before you got to know him, you were a little afraid of him

He’s honestly so good at his job that it’s scary- he rarely messes up an order and if it's messed up it’s usually ‘cause someone rang it in wrong.

He’d be messing around one minute then barking orders at people when it got busy- he was always so focused on whatever he was doing whether it be cooking the meat, tossing salads, making desserts, etc

You used to see him roll his eyes or talk shit to other waitresses when they didnt do something right. 

“There’s a button for that ya know-”

“You didn’t tell me no onions”

“Ring it in if he wants it that way- I got too many orders to keep up with the shit you’re tellin’ me”

But he seems to be nicer to you…

“Hey Ani- could I get no tomatoes on this please”

“Sure thing, sweetheart”

“There’s my favorite girl” he says when you walk into the back. 

Some servers get jealous of his blatant favoritism (he takes longer on their orders when they’re nasty to you)

The other cooks get along with him fine

You can often find them goofing around in the back

But they think he’s waaaaay too handsome for his own good.

“Why you workin’ here when you could be on the cover of a magazine?”

“He’s here cause Skywalker’s got terrible manners and no game” another cook laughed.

“the fuck I dont” Anakin responded as the rest of the cooks all laughed along. 

His coworkers like to tease him when they see how flirty he gets when you come around. 

Nicknames include: “Pretty boy”, “player”, “heartthrob”

The heat of the appliances mixed with the rush of the night end up giving him a sheen of sweat and a warm blush to his pretty face. 

Ngl, this man would get greasy by the end of the night…

Dried food, condiments,and oils staining his black shirt

By the end of the shift he would have a lingering smell of char from the grill as well as a combined smell of all the food in the kitchen and his own musk from his sweat.

But the blend of labored scents mixed with his cheap cologne and deodorant made for an oddly enticing aroma.

You would joke with him during closing about how bad he smelled, though deep down you knew you liked it. 

“Yea, well we can’t all be in the front smelling like daisies and sunshine” he joked. 

He thought you smelled nice? You had worked a full day too- there was no way.

You insisted you didn’t smell much better than him but he shook his head, “nah princess, I could breathe you in all day”

That may have been a little creepy coming from anyone else, but it was anakin… the hottest guy in the restaurant, the talented cook, the guy you had a huge crush on. 

He’ll saunter into the back while you’re rolling your silverware and chat with you

“Ugh, I’m so ready to ge the fuck outta here” he sighs.

“Tell me about it, today has been so long” 

“Have you atleast made decent money?” 

“Yeah”

He laughs

“What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know why I even asked if you made good money- I should know the answer to that when talking to a girl with such a pretty face,” he says, before slipping back into the kitchen, leaving you with a heavy blush. 

He loves when you’re on ice for side work because the ice machine is right by him in the kitchen 

He likes to watch your ass as you bend down to shovel the ice- if he’s lucky he catches a glimpse of your lacy panties as they ride up your hips. 

When it’s not busy he carries the bucket for you and revels in all of your adorable “thank you’s”

His least favorite side work for you is when you are assigned to the front house because that means you’ll be spending most of the night in the dining area rather than in the back with him. 

Asks what you’re doing on your day off. 

“Probably gonna get high with some friends”

His eyes widened, “you smoke?!”

“Occasionally”

“Weren’t you the one who told me i’d be toting around an oxygen tank?” he quipped and you rolled your eyes. 

“Chill out pretty boy, I mainly just do eddies”

“And you never told me this?!” he grabbed at his heart with a dramatic expression. 

With the new info he spends the next few days working up the nerve to ask you to smoke with him sometime. 

Lucky for him, you’re closing on Saturday and so is he. 

After you check out all of the other servers and do your side work, you head to your car but Anakin calls your name before you leave the kitchen. 

He invites you to hot box in his car before you go and to his surprise you agree (you had a rough night, so why not? plus he is your crush after all)

You get into his car and unbutton your top a bit, it was hot in the restaurant today. 

He turns on the AC and steals a glance at the lacy bra you have on. 

After passing around a blunt the two of you are getting up there; maybe it’s the delirium or maybe it’s the weed, but he is looking finer than ever

you can’t help but hold the blunt between your fingers as you lean across the center console and press your lips against his

he sucks in a breath in surprise before he returns the action.

soon you’re on his lap, grinding on his growing bulge as he runs his strong hands through your hair and all along your body

tbh, you don’t even care that you have open shift tomorrow- this is worth being sleepy

[maochira]

hey!! i was wondering if you can do some headcanons for a reader who has a massive plushie collection with barou, rin, aryu, hiori, and niko(underrated king i need more content about him). they wouldn’t even guess that reader would be the type of person to collect that sort of stuff until they see that literally every corner of their room is filled with plushies (literally my dream). they can also tell that it must’ve cost a lotttt of money to gather that much. maybe they even recognize some of their favorite characters in the collection

can be platonic or romantic connections with the characters. i don’t mind either way! feel free to remove any character if it’s too much. thank youuuu <33

Adding two more characters cause <3 I love plushies so much (I also collect them)

Characters: Barou, Rin, Aryu, Hiori, Niko, Raichi, Tokimitsu

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, can be seen as platonic or romantic

The first time Barou walks into your room, he's shocked at the sight of your plushies. Not because he thinks you're weird for collecting them (okay, maybe a little) but because he hates how unorganized they are. Why are some of them all over the floor? Why do they take up an unnecessarily big amount of space on your bed? Before he even says anything, Barou starts tidying up your plushy collection. He's sorting them by franchises and colours and also putting them in places where they look the best. Barou wants you to keep them this neatly because he thinks if they mean so much to you, you should treat your plushies with care like this.

Rin doesn't understand why you have so many plushies. And even less does he understand why you would spend so much money on them. He tries to not say anything judgy, but the look on his face while he observes your room says everything. And the longer Rin stays in your room, the more uncomfortable he gets. He feels watched by the many eyes of your plushies which creeps him out a little. This guy loves horror movies but gets creeped out by cute plushies? Apparently, yes. But you get to have fun teasing him about that. Although, over time he slowly gets used to your plushies. And after a few more weeks, he actually starts liking them.

Aryu absolutely adores every single one of your plushies ever since the first moment he got to see them. He buys a lot of clothes which are actually meant for baby dolls, but dresses your plushies in them instead. Each time he visits you, he's having the time of his life dressing up all the plushies together with you and taking photos of them. For some plushies, he doesn't find any fitting clothing, so Aryu starts sewing some on his own. They may be plushies, but he knows you love them, so they deserve to be stylish. They absolutely need to be stylish.

Seeing your plushies for the first time caught Hiori completely off guard. He didn't expect your room to look like that at all, but he quickly starts loving them. He's not vocal about it, but it's obvious how much he adores every single one of your plushies. His attention constantly drifts off and instead of looking at you, his gaze wanders to the shelf full of plushies right behind you. He hasn't thought about plushies in a very long time, but now he kind of wants to have one for himself. Luckily, before he leaves your place, you put a cute little blue bunny plush into his hands.

Niko doesn't seem to mind your plushies at first. He doesn't think anything of them and mostly ignores the fact that they are even there. But then he spots some plushies of anime characters on your desk. He knows most of the characters, but not all of them. So he obviously gets curious and starts asking questions about which animes they're from. Niko already owns a bunch of anime merch, but for some reason, he hasn't thought about buying plushies of his favourite characters until now when he got the idea because of you. He's already thinking about which ones he wants to get, but he'll probably need your help to decide. Of course your answer will be to buy all of them.

Raichi's first reaction to your plushies should have been predictable. But you're still startled for a moment when he walks over to one of the big plushies and punches it without hesitation. After asking why he did that, Raichi only laughs and says he thinks it's funny. Then he continues doing the same to other plushies, thinking you find it funny as well. Only when he looks back at you he realizes you don't think it's funny at all and you're getting upset instead. Raichi feels embarrassed and quickly apologizes, but he doesn't feel like that's enough, so he goes on and apologizes to every plushie he punched as well.

Tokimitsu treats your plushies extremely gently with a lot of care, almost as if they were real living beings. Every time he touches them he does it very carefully and whenever he pushes one to the side only by a little bit, he apologizes to the plushie. Tokimitsu knows how much every single plushie means to you. That's why he wants to treat them with as much care as he can, because that's how he knows you treat him. And of course, he treats you like that as well. It's always cute to watch whenever he interacts with your plushies and how he talks to them with genuine care.

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[2djdanger]

this isn’t even all of my Tezuka shit just the most organized of it also ik Pluto’s not Tezuka but it’s based on it so don’t come after me

here’s more but unorganized on the shelf with Omori, Hanako-kun, Shonen Jump, Sailor Moon, Squid Girl, old anime books, & Fullmetal Alchemist 👌🏻✨

lmk if anyone wants to see any specific books 👀

[estasticvanni]

Random Head-canons for the Karasuno first years!

(I mean random btw!)

✭

Probably a childhood menace! (in the good way)

Mini freckles!

Tries to buy a lot of vb merch but never has the money

Play-fights with Natsu and let’s her win always!

Will talk about Volleyball for hours if someone lets him!

Tries to be swag but ends up looking like his mother picked his clothes

Was that one kid with a missing front tooth.

Put his hamster on a swing and pushed it,he cried his heart out when it stopped moving-

Probably not a Head-canon but he’s a perfectionist!

Really bad at giving praise to others so he just smiles awkwardly (His smile is hilarious-)

Loves the aquarium,has a fish tank of his own. The fish are named after famous volleyball players!

Barely has social skills but he’s trying

Can’t cook for the life of him,tried cooking with a recipe and ended up making an amalgamation of meat and vegetables,his sister ate it with a smile though (do not let him back in the kitchen!)

Accidentally set a volleyball into his window,blamed it on his neighbor..!

Means half of his insults (sometimes)

Spoiled. Definitely spoiled.

Watches those meme compilations and laughs hysterically at 3 am

He pretends to not like drama , he gets all the info later

Knows a lot about people since they talk around him tons (The headphones are not plugged in of course)

Definitely has a soft spot but doesn’t show it (Obviously!)

Likes to have the newest stuff and know which’s better

Goes to stores and puts things on the top shelf (Don’t let him in the kid’s aisles..)

A cat person,maybe even birds. He needs peace from his dog personality friends.

Daydreamer.

Pretends to not care when Akiteru gives him gifts but he’s secretly happy about it

A B honor roll student

Bookworm!

His freckles are everywhere!

He loves animals,specifically dogs!

Tries his best to be his own person!

Farm games? Count him in! (Stardew Valley!)

Tries to be active but Tsukishima drags him back inside to hang out

Secretly an artist!

The kid who played hero at the playground and may have gotten a few bruises

Clumsy,very clumsy. Dropped an entire plate of food then slipped on it and then fell down the stairs. (Bad luck..)

Buys a-lot from antique stores!

Loves the gifts she gets but always tries to pay back for it!

A cat enthusiast!

Studies hard just to get a B+!

Tries her best to hangout with her team but always gets too nervous and hangs out with Kiyoko instead!

Unconsciously brags about her team too!

Runs to school with toast in her mouth,has ran into a pole and bumped into someone on the way

unorganized studies but organized in every other department

The kid who got dragged into a game of tag and was never being chased (She was always It!)

Alright! I’ll do 2nd years next!! heheh (>_<)

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Guilt - Kaveh

Summary: Kaveh misses those he's lost.

Warnings: Angst!, Dom! Kaveh, Sad! Kaveh, Mentions of death and guilt, mentions of obsessives behavior, toys, Fem! Reader, Semi-sorta Sub!Reader

Kaveh was someone who should never be bothered or disturbed, if you did you’d have hell to pay. Kaveh was an extreme control freak, he needed everything to be perfect, everyone he ever met knew this, however when you go into his home, it seems as though he is normal, as though he doesn’t measure the angles his model's leg is at. In his home there are crooked frames, unlined books, dishes that appear to have been thrown haphazardly. His home was a space of chaos, a space of ruin when it came to his quarks, yet he never shied away from showing it off, he never changed anything his house would always stay in disarray. 

In fact there was one moment when a model came into his home so she wouldn’t be alone while he grabbed his wallet but she decided to ‘touch up’ his decor. Kaveh went into a frenzy claiming that the model was insane and kicked her out without calling a cab. Instead Kaveh returned to the books shelf she had ‘ruined’ and returned it to its unorganized state. 

To Kaveh nothing was more beautiful than this messy house, nothing was so comforting as sitting in this space. He adored his messy space and like many days he went to the bedroom in need of comfort. A place he refused to step in unless he absolutely needed too. 

The bedroom was the messiest of places in this home, a room that was hit by a tornado, clothes everywhere, a dirty mirror, and her scent filling it, the only room where he could still smell her. Kaveh sat on the bed and balled himself up. Suddenly hands traced up his back to the front of his biceps. He hummed peacefully, relishing the feeling. 

“You must be upset.” Kaveh sighed, “That woman tried undoing my work.” the echo said

“I-I hate it when people try to do that! I like my things this way! I-I hate when people try to change it and when they don’t they comment on it!” Kaveh vented. 

“I know~ You must hate that, you love your things a certain way. How about I help this anger of yours.” He hummed with a small smile as the arms moved to hug his waist, the hands unzipped his pants and the face nuzzled into his neck lovingly as the hand wrapped around the needy cock that begged for attention. He whined at the feeling and moved his hips slowly. 

“It’s alright dear, you can go faster.” The male whined and did just that, he huffed, as his hips moved upward, the soft hands that pleasured him with the soft kisses on his neck were driving him insane, and he lost control of his body and before long he was thrusting into a nice warm cunt that begged for him. He lost count how many times he came but when he finally released all his anger, everything came crashing down. 

“What’s wrong?” The soft voice asked cupping his face, the man allowed tears to fall from his eyes as the image of his wife vanished without a trace, he was now in their once shared bedroom with a useless toy he hated and the feeling of loneliness filled his every being. 

“I-I miss you. . .” tears fell like a waterfall, Kaveh looked at the picture on his nightstand and say his wife, modeling for him, only him as silly, as goofy as she wished because she wanted to get her husband out of his own head. Kaveh threw the toy away and climbed into bed where he made a nest out of clothes that smelled like her, allowing himself to be consumed by guilt. The guilt that stemmed from his failure as a husband, and a father.

[lordgroose]

I did a bit of cleaning a rearranging this weekend, and also bought a bookshelf. now my vhs tapes are there instead of in boxes on the floor! (they're still very much completely unorganized oops)

got some dnd 5e books coming tomorrow to help flesh out the top shelf a bit too

[david-goldrock]

This is a rant cause my mom refuses to understand

THE TABLE AT MY ROOM IS NOT FOR STUDYING.

It's 2024, I didn't use this table for studying since like the 6th grade

This is a shelf that's at a very easy-to-grab height

It is not "unorganized" or "messy" or "going to make me literally ill from the disarray", it's organized based on when was the thing last in use: closest to the door, closest to my heart

If I put this stuff in drawers and boxes, they will just return to the table-shelf in a week, cause I need them there

Thank you and goodbye

[werewolfnat]

Little bonus, my fave cushions and plushies now looking good and not as disorganised as they were;

I hate cleaning my room, whenever I do it it's like opening a Pandora's box of never ending mess...

[stylecouncil]

rate my set up but it’s my hastily put together unorganized book shelf set up that can only hold half my books

[bcnedaddy]

Jack Skellington // Thirty-One // Cursed Human // Novelist

Having no recollection of a life before Evermore has made Jack wonder, many many times, how the curious little town of magic works. Why does he not remember? Who knows the truth? Why do others that aren’t him remember their lives? And, why are they stuck? No matter how many times Jack has studied, tested hypotheses, etc… he cannot for the life of him stick his finger on the answer. It drives him a bit mad sometimes, locked away in his bedroom with a drawing board with strings going every which way, but he hasn’t let it take control of him. Not yet. 

He is the most particular type of man. About what he eats or wears. He prefers sweet to savory and classy to casual. He’s the most organized unorganized person you will ever meet. Where’s his favorite fountain pen? Lodged between his thesaurus and overread favorite novel on the shelf of his nightstand. His clothes are organized, but not by color because it’s mostly neutrals or shades of black. He keeps all of his writing utensils in one spot, but doesn’t separate black from red ink pens. His garbage and recycles are separate, but he couldn’t remember garbage pick up day if his life depended on it. So, he tries but he’s always been a bit chaotic on the inside. 

Autumn has always been his favorite time of year and for some reason Halloween is a huge deal to him. (Of course he loves Christmas time as well, but Halloween will always have that special place inside of his heart.) He goes all out for the holiday. He spends months planning his costumes and the last weekend of September decorating. He knows Zane and Sal don’t mind and they always join in on the fun. 

Horror is his favorite genre and he indulges in all things spooky and scary. Games, movies, shows, books, etc… His favorite of each has a horror element to them all. He also enjoys scaring people and is damn good at it. He’s got a real knack for startling people out of nowhere and going a bit far sometimes with his frightening tactics. He wouldn’t necessarily call himself a prankster because most of his antics are harmless, but there are times he goes that extra mile.

He’s not a bad person. That doesn’t mean he’s wholly good either though. He’s made mistakes, just like everyone else, and sometimes they weren’t the greatest. Not necessarily the ‘live and learn’ type but the ‘dwell on and regret.’ He drifts somewhere between good and morally gray, sometimes leaning more one way or the other. It depends on te day.

His relationship with his roommates/best friends are the best it could ever be. He adores both Saaliha and Zane with all his heart and would do quite literally anything for them. He’s very loyal to those he cares about. 

He’s the type to find an interest, hyperfixate on it for a month, then forget about it and move on to another. It’s a vicious cycle until he’s come full circle and is back to square one with the first interest that he found. His curious nature is always making him explore new avenues.

Jack is very obsessive. When he loves something he goes all out. He has a huge bookshelf with half of them organized by the author, but is far too antsy and unorganized to finish the project. Even the novel he’s been trying to write for ages. He can’t find that perfect puzzle piece to get it just right. He wants to write a successful book with suspense and thrills, but he always goes back to his dreams about the strange town beyond the forest with scary monsters and mischievous little devil children and writes about that instead. Some days he wonders if he should just give up on his dream and write some elaborate fantasy story about that town, but he doesn’t want to be a sellout either. If there were just some way to perfectly combine the two then Jack would be able to pull it off. 

A very charismatic man that has not dated in far too long. He’s very charming and polite, but when it comes to hookup culture he’s cautious. He indulges sometimes, but it’s not a regular habit. It’s rare he brings someone back to his apartment, out of respect for Saaliha and Zane. In all honesty despite his charms and such he isn’t really looking for a relationship. He’s far too focused and caught up in his own troubles like writing his novel while trying to make a living ghostwriting, or figuring out his own dreams. 

He carries a messenger bag everywhere he goes with his laptop, notebook, and various other small things he might need but has never really used. Sometimes he forgets his wallet though. 

Jack is sometimes quick to anger but the last to ever raise his voice. He’s an enthusiastic person so sometimes he does yell, but for a good cause! He doesn’t ever scream at people, and on the rare occasion he does it’s for a damn good reason. 

Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon, Libra rising