#would be happiest with a mutual or friend of a friend for the sake of

[shot-of-truth]

Sex Drive*

summary: basically just a threesome with luke and mgk that has been sitting in my drafts for about two years.. yes I'm horrible.

warnings: everything filthy; breeding, degradation, slapping, choking, double penetration, squirting.. the lot, you know?

word count: 8k of pure filth

Luke knew Colson long before they signed with Interscope records but he can not recall ever talking to him. What he knew though was that this man never failed to put on an amazing show and even better parties, according to their mutual friend Ashley. He heard about many of his positive traits and he tried to remember them while the lanky dude with about a hundred tattoos downed his fourth shot of tequila for that night. His best friend was a big fan of his music, that much he recalled, always blasting his newest album Hotel Diablo in the car and singing along loudly. Luke even overheard her talking about Colson releasing a vibrator as part of his Valentines Day merch, he wasn’t sure if she ever bought it… which wouldn’t surprise him though. The lead singer eyes the tall rapper talking to a few girls on the other side of the room and questions himself whether or not he should start a conversation with him, for the sake of Fleur. Luke’s christmas party is in less than a week and he just knows that Fleur would be the happiest girl on earth if he invited him. So that’s what he does, after his drink is finished he makes his way over to the man that is about as tall as he is and introduces himself.

He mentally thanks himself for deciding to come to Interscope’s Christmas party as both of them lose themselves in a chat about music and their shared love for pop punk, especially Blink-182.

That was the story of how Luke’s friendship with Colson, in the industry known as Machine Gun Kelly, started. You could leave it at that if it wasn’t for Luke’s infamous christmas party that he threw at his house every year, which Colson was invited to… of course. And that was where he met Fleur.

With her brown skin and braided hair she made her way through the hallway, carrying a few bottles of liquor that she seemed to have brought from her car. “Let me help you!” Luke spoke quickly, taking two bottles of rosé from her before kissing her cheek and telling her to make herself comfortable, which shouldn’t be too hard since she basically already lives at his place.

Colson watches the scene unfold in front of his eyes, leaning against the wall and picking his beer up for a sip. The girl that just walked in is drop dead gorgeous, in his eyes at least. He loves the way her dress hugs her curves and he absolutely fucking adores when she throws her head back to laugh at something Luke said. He picks up that she’s not wearing a bra, her nipples visible through the fabric… he swears he didn’t mean to stare, he just randomly notices. He’s a lot taller than her and it makes his cock swell just a little bit as he imagines all the dirty things he could do to her. Keeping his composure though, he walks over to his girl of the night, setting the beer down on the table and greeting her with a simple “hi!” If he didn’t look close enough he wouldn’t even have seen the excitement on her face as she looks up into his eyes. “Oh look who Luke invited..” She smirks, bringing the sparkling wine to her lips, her red lipstick leaving a stain on the glass. 

“Actually… now I’m really glad I came.” He shoots back, taking her hand and shaking it. “Colson.” He speaks, not letting her hand go until she tells him “Fleur”. After hearing her name he can’t help but think that she really does smell like a flower, like daisies actually… a soft smell, like a warm Spring day. 

It does get better though, half an hour later when both of them are lost in the crowd together, her body pressed against his, he can make out her coconut body wash under the thin layer of sweat on her neck. His hands are on her waist and he guides her to the beat, fingers digging into the flesh beneath her shirt. He feels her ass press against his crotch and he just knows that she is doing it on purpose. He leans his head down to plant a quick kiss to her neck, a satisfying sigh leaving her mouth. “We got two options, Colson. You either follow me now or I’ll find a room and a way to get myself off like I do with my vibrator.” Straight forward, no bullshit. Her hands brush against his crotch and she throws him a kiss before disappearing, leaving Colson a horny and drunken mess in the middle of the living room. Without thinking twice he finishes his drink and follows her until she opens a door at the end of the hallway and waits for him to step inside. When he does, she’s lying down on the bed, a seductive smile on her lips, just waiting for him to come over and fuck her brains out. Colson has other plans as he quietly closes the door and exhales, leaning against it and licking his lips. He watches her every move with hungry eyes, images of him filling her mouth with his cock prominent on his mind. But he’s got time tonight… more than enough. He is going to make her beg. Still leaning against the door, he moves his fingers, motioning for her to come over. His arms crossed on his chest, his gaze is fixated on her walking over to him. 

The size difference makes her heart race and she looks up into Colson’s magnificent eyes, a wave of heat taking over her body when he presses his lips to hers, testing the limits. He tastes like beer and her taste reminds him of the disgustingly sweet watermelon vodka. Fleur is standing on her tippy toes and she’s grabbing onto his shirt, Colson’s teeth lightly biting down onto her bottom lip, waiting for her to open up. Tongue licking into her mouth, he huffs quietly, squeezing her butt while he’s at it. While the two of them are making out against the wall, hands all over each other, Colson pushes his left leg forward. The fabric of his jeans meets her panties and if it wasn’t so dark he would have been able to see her mouth opening and forming an o-shape. Fleur hopes he can’t feel the damp spot on her panties against his leg, hopes she doesn’t make a mess on his ripped jeans. But when her lover for the night stares at her, breathing heavily for a few seconds before mumbling a low “fuck” and connecting their lips for a needy kiss again, all her worries are gone. Large hands still on her ass, he pulls her forward with such force she collides with his hard chest, her barely covered pussy sliding against his leg. 

He then gets a loud moan out of her, dick straining against his briefs. “Wanna be a good girl for me and get yourself off on my thigh? Wanna beg for it, slut?” Colson’s voice is needy, sexy and raw but his eyes show curiosity, as if he wants to ask her: is this okay? Do you really want to do this? Her knees almost give in when Colson calls her a slut, the humiliation having a strangely unexpected effect on her, panties now drenched in arousal. And Colson feels it, god does he love it. “Please… wanna use your thigh..” This is so fucking filthy and taboo, begging for her favorite singer to let her grind against his tattooed leg. Just when Fleur thought it could not get any better, he bites her earlobe and whispers: “want you to call me daddy if we’re gonna do it properly… know it gets you off, so… try again.” From what she can make his look out it looks challenging, he wants to see her crack, wants nothing more than for her to fall right into euphoria because of him. All of this already feels too good to be true but when she moans “daddy please… need your thigh” he breaks and pushes his leg up, right against her clit while holding her in place with his strong arms. Her moans are music to his ears while both of them start grinding against each other, rolling away from the door and onto the wall, him slowly feeling a wet patch forming on his blue jeans. 

Both of them are so caught up in one another, bodies tangled together, sounds of pleasure falling from their lips, they don’t even notice the door opening and a perplexed Luke standing in the hallway. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks helpless, red stained shirt that used to be white clinging to his body. “Fuck I’m… shit..” he stammers, catching Colson’s attention. Luke’s heart feels like it’s going a million miles an hour when he locks eyes with his best friend being held up by one of his co-workers… if you can call him that. He hates that he gets hard just from looking at her messy hair and smudged make-up. But what he hates the most is that the size difference between the two of them makes him break into a sweat, imagining if she’d also look this small on his lap. Right now Luke is really fucking thankful for the lack of lighting in his room because he’s certain they would have both seen his bulge. 

He swallows the lump in his throat, trying not to look at her exposed lace thong that is now visible since her dress has ridden up. “I just… new shirt..” His voice comes out dry and he mentally facepalms himself for not being able to bring out a normal sentence as he points at the wine-stain on his shirt. “Come in… close the door.” Colson orders, surprising both him and Fleur. A new thought formed in his head just a few seconds ago, something even more filthy than making her beg for his cock. He wants to see her beg for two cocks, he wants her to be absolutely fucking wrecked by the end of the night. Kells has never been one to share his girls but right now he just could not give a single fuck, unable to form a coherent thought. The younger one hurries to close the door and make his way over to his closet, pulling out a random shirt. He’s unaware of the four eyes watching him as he takes off his dirty shirt, Fleur having climbed down from Colson’s lap and sneaking over to her best friend. His skin is kind of sweaty and hot but she doesn’t mind when reaching her hand out to trace her nails down his back, examining his broad shoulders. The girl immediately picked up where this was going when Colson pressed his hard on against her tummy the moment Luke had closed the door. He wanted this and she wanted Luke, young, innocent Luke, as well as the rapper with his dominant attitude.

The two of them could not be more different if they tried, Colson’s skin splattered with ink while Luke’s remained pure and creamy white. Their personalities are completely different but the thought of Luke having a kinky side to him that she doesn’t know about makes her stomach twirl and do backflips. Colson does not have Luke’s broad shoulders but he’s just as tall as the 22 year old, the two of them easily towering over Fleur. 

All of them notice the dim light in the corner of the room that Luke turned on when looking for his shirt. It illustrates his skin when Fleur touches him, goosebumps rising on his arms. “Stay.” She whispers, fingertips on his bare back, caressing him. His eyes are closed while he rubs them, certain he’s had one too many this night because this can’t be happening. It’s simply not possible that Fleur is hugging him from behind now, arms wrapped around his torso. Before he can process what’s happening, she has him turned around, curls dangling in his face. He nervously looks over to Colson and sees him taking his shirt off, the tattoos looking like a second skin. What he also notices is that the other guy in the room does not have an ounce of body fat, he’s like a fucking spaghetti noodle. And it makes Luke feel a little bit insecure, being exposed to both of them. It’s all gone from his mind when she kisses his collarbone while standing on her tippy toes, she can’t get higher than this. Her lips are so soft and it makes Luke’s knees buckle just the slightest bit, especially when she kisses down towards his nipples, flicking her tongue over the right one. Her wet muscle dances over his skin, down to his belly button and she can taste the red wine on his skin, which someone had splashed over his shirt just a few minutes ago. 

At this point she is kneeling on the floor in front of him, knees digging into the soft carpet, marvelous eyes digging into his as she gazes up at him through her eyelids. Luke could swear he forgets how to breathe that very moment because now he can definitely sense where this is going and he clearly fucking likes it. “You little whore… got Luke all hard and now you’re being a fucking tease? I don’t think that’s nice at all.” Colson’s voice catches both of them off guard, he is a lot closer than he was just a minute ago, standing behind Fleur. She just licks her lips and tries not to let Luke see how turned on she is from being treated with little to no respect from the older man… so pathetic. Suddenly he grabs her hair with just a bit of force and pulls it, making him look up to her. “Fucking answer me when I talk to you, toy.” His voice is dripping with lust and he sounds dangerous, his gaze though is examining her body language to make sure she’s alright. “Yes daddy.. I- I’ll make it up… to him.” Luke is fucking shocked when he sees her smiling after mouthing the word ‘daddy’ with a bittersweet voice, his jaw falling open, cock thickening even more. He needs attention and he needs it there. Even though he is not so sure if he’d be able to contain himself now that he has his gorgeous best friend on her knees for him and his friend calling her a slut. He keeps quiet. Before Fleur can process it, Colson is bending down and grabbing her jaw, making her whine. “You better.” Colson says calmly and then he slaps her cheek, not too hard but enough to make the slap echo through Luke’s bedroom. “Mouth open” he then instructs, Fleur obeying him. Before any of them can comprehend what he‘s trying to do, he has collected some saliva and he‘s spitting it right into Fleur‘s awaiting mouth. 

It‘s only when Luke whines quietly, being so fucking turned on it hurts, that both of his friends are reminded of his presence. Colson wants to speak for him, wants to tell the gorgeous woman with the braids in her hair to take Luke‘s cock into her mouth already when Luke speaks, his voice laced with neediness. “Will you take my cock into your mouth, babygirl? Be a good girl for us?” He swears he doesn’t think straight when his thumb reaches out and caresses the sore skin on her cheek that Colson slapped a minute prior. Fleur presses her thighs together to get some sort of friction because now she’s basically dripping down her legs. There’s something about Colson being rough with her, demanding and dominant, but Luke praising her and calling her babygirl and good girl. Maybe that’s just what she needs, someone pushing her limits and someone else reassuring her. Her best friend opens his fly, pushing his jeans down just a bit, she waits impatiently. He’s wearing briefs and Fleur can see the outline of his dick, painfully hard. “Give it a kiss, lovie.” Luke mumbles, playing with her hair. So that’s what she does, she kisses him through his boxers, her tongue wetting the fabric, licking over his head where she swears she can taste just a little bit of pre-cum. Fleur’s hands slowly pull Luke’s briefs down, cock springing free. He’s hard and heavy and he hisses when it hits the rather cold air. 

“Get naked.” Colson orders from the bed, palming himself through his pants, watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. The woman wants to reach for the hem of her dress when Luke already pulls it off of her, careful as to not rip it. She pulls her drenched thong off of her legs and before she can stop herself, she throws it over on the bed, next to Colson’s head, a cheeky smile on her face. He grabs it immediately, an animalistic growl leaving his lips. “God you fucking whore… dripping for both our cocks?” He doesn’t expect an answer when he lies down on the bed, sniffing her panties. Fleur instead looks up to Luke, his skin red. His dick is about an inch away from her face, average in size but rather thick. The veins running up his shaft are downright sinful, not to mention his pretty pink head. She wraps her hand around it, her tongue licking over his balls, a quiet moan coming from Luke. She never thought she’d be in this position, on her knees for her best friend. Luke on the other hand fantasized about this many times before, preferably in the middle of the night, with his slicked up cock fucking in and out of his fist. 

She collects his pre-cum and lubes up his dick with it, slowly jerking him off while putting his balls in her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. Luke thinks she looks content, batting her eyelashes at him. So he moans, a devilish combination with her slurping sounds and her fingers moving around his wet cock. It’s so fucking hot, not just metaphorically. To Fleur it feels like the temperature has risen to around 100° Fahrenheit since Luke has entered the room, her hair slightly sweaty as the curly haired man carefully gathers it in his hands so it wouldn’t fall in her face and get in her way. She listens closely and hears Colson moaning quietly while she kisses the head of Luke’s cock. Trying not to think about her glistening pussy being on full display to Colson, she licks Luke’s pretty dick up and down, his body reacting immediately. He fists her hair tighter when she finally takes him in, her warm, wet mouth engulfing him… and Luke has a hard time not cumming on the spot, thinking about what her pussy would feel like if her mouth is already heaven on earth. A pornographic moan leaves his mouth and Kells can’t help but smile, excited for what this night has in store for him and the others. The gagging sounds coming from the beautiful girl kneeling on the floor, combined with her spitting on Luke’s cock every now and then make the rapper throb. She has him so fucking deep in her throat, Luke just has to pull her away after a few minutes and kiss her forehead, out of breath. Tears are streaming down her face while she sniffles and gives him the cutest smile someone could give after taking a dick down their throat. His stomach almost does back-flips from her simple gesture, his thumb wiping her tears away and a whisper leaving his mouth: “So good to me, baby… took me so well, I loved it.” He holds on for a second, thumb swiping over her bottom lip, her warm mouth allowing him in. “Think she deserves a reward, am I right Kells?”

His shy smile turns into a confident smirk as he watches Colson get up from his previous position and walk over to the two of them. Before Fleur can even register what is happening, he is kneeling down behind them, licking a stripe up her soaking pussy, all the way from her clit to her entrance, her legs almost giving up and making her drop to the ground but Luke catches her, holds her hair and presses his lips to hers. Fleur’s eyes are shut in pleasure, little mewls escaping her slightly opened mouth, going over right into Luke. Colson is gripping her hips so tight that she’s sure she will find his handprints on them later in the night when she’s all by herself again, eyeing herself in the massive bathroom mirror. His tongue softly presses against her clit, face buried between her legs as he gets a taste of her. Luke can see that his friend is hard behind her, boxers pulled down to his ankles. 

Colson’s fingers find her entrance after eating her out for a good five minutes and he slowly inserts one finger, examining her reaction as she throws her head back, mouth opening. He’s sitting down behind her, one hand slowly pleasuring her, other one pulling her back by her hair so she’s settling down on his lap. The younger man has a smirk on his lips as he sits down in front of his best friend and loosely wraps his hand around her throat, making her teary eyes look up at him. He kisses her softly before licking his thumb and slowly bringing it to her clit, earning a soft sigh from her. The combination from both Colson and Luke pleasuring her is too much for Fleur, nails digging into Luke’s shoulder, trying to hold on to something as her body shakes. “What a dirty fucking whore.” Colson mumbles in her ear, right as he lets go of her hair and slaps her rosy cheek. Once, twice.

In her hazy mind, she notices Colson’s fingers disappearing and Luke’s slowly rubbing over her clit, slowly sending her over the edge and making her let out a pornographic moan, legs shaking. It feels like heaven to her. “Yeah, let go baby… sound so pretty when you cum for us… such a good girl.” In her overstimulated mind she notices lips on her neck, kissing and nibbling on that sweet spot that leaves her legs shaking as she’s coming down from her high. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke sees Kells still stroking himself behind her, hand on her hip. “Mind if I have a taste?” He asks the older one, as if Fleur isn’t even present, as if she has no say in this… and it turns her on so much. “All yours, man,” Kells smirks and steps back a little, leaving enough room for the singer to get behind his best friend and trace his finger over her soft thighs. A shiver runs down her spine and she jerks away from him at first, the sensitivity of her first orgasm still washing over her. “Aw baby, know you’re so sensitive… but I’m dying to taste you, need to have you right now.” With that, Luke picks her up and gently throws her on the bed that Colson is already sitting on. He’s fully naked now and for a quick moment Luke checks out all his tattoos that seem like a second layer of skin. “Lu, please…” His best friend is slowly grinding against nothing, her pussy so fucking wet in front of him, she’s almost dripping onto his bedsheets. 

The sound of her breathy moans and pleas has his dick impossibly harder between his legs, throbbing for her… but she has to wait, cause Luke reaaally loves hearing her beg, he decides. “Please what?” He mocks her, slowly settling between her thighs, rubbing the inside of it. “N-need you.” A slap echoes through the room, before Colson speaks. “Speak up bitch, how is Luke supposed to know what you n-n-need when you can’t even form a proper sentence, huh?” His big hand rubs the slightly sore skin on her cheek and she swears she has never been more turned on in her entire life, Luke still kissing right next to where she needs him the most, teasing the shit out of her. “So fucking pathetic, you didn’t even get our cocks yet and you’re still fucking dripping for us…so cock drunk you can’t even speak properly.” Luke settles down on the bed finally, placing her legs over his shoulders before kissing the inside of her thigh again. His blue eyes look up at Fleur, tears of frustration in her eyes and it has him concerned for a teeny tiny bit until she reaches her breaking point and blurts out: “Lick me Lu, pleaaaase.” He dives in immediately, like a starved man eating his first meal in a long time, devours her pussy. His hands hold her legs open and his tongue laps up all her juices, while she’s fisting the duvet behind her, arching her back in the most sinful way. Everything feels so fucking good right now and when she looks for just a second she sees Luke grinding against his sheets while he sucks on her little bundle of nerves. On top of that, he fucking moans against her, the vibrations making her let out a loud scream.

She’s close already, can feel her second orgasm of the night creeping up somewhere deep inside of her. Absentmindedly, her hands tangle in Luke’s hair and give it a hard thug and she expected everything but the fucking whimper that came out of his mouth, telling her, without any words, to do it again and again and again… so she does, fisting his hair and rocking her hips against him while he sucks on her clit, so hard it has stars dancing in front of her eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He licks her through her orgasm, moaning loudly as well. He doesn’t stop until she’s whining, crying and shaking for him to stop. Kells is still sitting behind them, hand in Fleurs hair while he strokes himself lazily. 

She’s coming down slowly, breathing heavily and looking for the two men in the room with her. “How do you want us?” Kells asks, suddenly next to her. Fleur is dizzy, needy and aching to finally be filled. Trying to articulate a sentence, to let both of them know that they could do whatever the fuck they want to her as long as their hands don’t leave her sweaty hot skin, she fails miserably. The only thought prominent on her mind right now being her idol and her best friends using her body in downright filthy ways, at the same time, in whichever way they choose. Soft lips close in on her nipple, the sudden cold wetness a contrast to her hot skin. With her eyes slowly opening, Fleur notices Luke to her right, his fingers stroking his rock hard cock while Kells on her left side is desperately trying to draw her attention back to him by digging his hands into her side, grabbing her hard as he sucks on her most sensitive spot. 

“Poor baby, look fucked she is Luke.. maybe we should just leave. Think we’ve been super generous today, haven’t we? Two orgasms should be plenty.” His tone suggests that Colson does not plan on being anywhere near done with his new prized possession, Fleur however, in her fucked out state, does not seem too okay with the possibility of not getting what she was singing up for all along. “Nooo, please sir.” Her voice comes out raspy, an aftermath of swallowing down Luke’s dick not too long ago. A quiet “need more” follows right after, hands reaching out to Kells and Luke on either side of her. The two singers immediately make eye contact as a soft chuckle forms on the younger one's lips. “Aren’t you a little selfish, baby?” His usually honeysweet voice seems to be dripping with evil intentions. “You only take, take, take… look at Kells. Have you touched him at all tonight, huh? Bet he’s been dying to stuff you with his cock all night and you have just given him zero attention.” Knowing looks are being exchanged between the two males, as if they have done this sort of thing a million times before. “Honestly Luke, why am I even asking? Pretty sure Fleur is gonna be a good little slut for us and take us however we want her.” 

It’s dark in the room, however the rapper does not miss the shiver that runs through Fleur’s body at his words. He waits for a signal, anything to let him know he was wrong about his assumption and nothing follows except the quietest moan… he’s done for. Crashing his lips onto hers like it’s the last thing he would ever fucking do in his life, Colson takes control again, pressing Fleurs tiny body deeper into the mattress. The little whispers between the two men go unnoticed by her, so does Luke grabbing certain objects from his nightstand. “Look at me.” She watches Kells rip open a condom with his teeth before taking a first closer look at his massive dick resting between her thighs, the last bit of dominance that was still within her slowly withering away. What the fuck did she get herself into here? “I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy, ruin it for everyone but us.” “Next time you even think about going over to Matt’s house, I bet you’ll only be thinking about this. Will just get disappointed by everyone but us, will forever think about this-” Luke drags the last word out with his hands around her throat. Him bringing up the hookup with one of their mutual friends stings and she is about to say something before catching herself again. She is at their mercy and scolding her best friend right now when he has been nothing but an angel to her all night does not seem fair to her, not even in the headspace she is in right now. 

Not with the stickiness of her two previous orgasms and her momenteral arousal slicking up her thighs and sore entrance. Contracting her pussy around the cool air in Luke’s room, she would not dare disobey any of them right now, just needing to be filled. Having waited so long for the past hour, she closes her eyes in anticipation, goosebumps decorating her brown skin. “Babydoll, look at daddy when he stuffs you with his cock,” Luke whispers, hand slowly stroking his dick and watching the scenario in front of him play out. His other hand holds Fleurs head up, wrapped around her throat so the woman can easily watch as the second man in the room pushes forward, engulfing himself in her wet heat. 

The moan that leaves her lips is straight-up pornographic- loud, needy and echoing around the room. So erotic that Kells loses himself in it, the sound going straight to his aching dick that is being gripped by Fleurs tight cunt like a viper grabs her victim. Ready to devour him and so deliciously full of him, none of them notice they are holding their breath until he breathes out “Holy shit, god. You feel so fucking tight.” Gushing around him it’s like he can feel her heartbeat even through the condom as he gives his first thrust deep into her. “That’s it, baby. Taking him so well,” Luke whispers into her ear, simultaneously wiping the tears that run down her cheek away. Fleur feels so positively full with Kells’ head bumping directly into her cervix and giving her that sweet sting she knew she’d feel as soon as she laid eyes on him. She can’t control the tears of pleasure that stream from her eyes as he sets a brutal pace while Luke holds her fragile body in place. It feels as if there are hands all over her body, touching her, feeling her, pleasuring her. 

She’s floating somewhere up there, she’s sure of it as Colson suddenly stills all the way inside of her to catch his breath, dick throbbing. Her legs wrapped around his waist shake, pulling him in closer. She doesn’t mean to, never ever, but with everything going on right in front of her she doesn’t realize Luke leaves his spot. Doesn’t realize he hands Colson the bottle of lube, who slowly pulls out of her. “Ride me, angel.” Luke demands from next to her, laying down on his mattress. “Yes sir.” Fleur replies, just needing that feeling of being full again. Her entire body aches from the previous orgasms, her thighs burning as she swings her leg over Luke’s muscular thighs, straddling him quickly. “Keep calling me sir and we might just fill up that pretty little pussy, darling.” An involuntary moan slips past her lips at the thought, her wet lips slowly sliding over Luke’s erection that pressed up against his stomach. He hisses and throws his head back the same moment Kells gathers Fleurs hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulls on it- enough to make it sting and inevitably enough to get her attention. “You better stop teasing right fucking now and sit on his dick, do you understand me?” 

Luke’s hands dig into her hips, making sure to leave marks that will be visible to anyone that tries to touch their little brat for the next few days. The thought makes his heart race, both in anticipation and anxiety… remains of him, her best fucking friend, and Colson being on her body as another guy enjoys her the way they are doing right now. All his senses are on high alert, skin feeling on fire as Fleur positions him against her entrance and slowly sinks down on his cock, juices coating him and pooling around his base. In his fucked out state he just now realizes he never thought of grabbing a condom and he wants to say something, it’s a thought slowly making its way from the back of his mind to the front, threatening to spill past his lips until- 

“Fuck Luke…” It’s not the pet name she’s been using all night, it’s not for Kells’ enjoyment, it’s only meant for him as his dick pulses inside of her wet, warm cunt. His best friend gasps, hands tangling in the singers damp curls and it feels like heaven to him, so snug around him he can feel her fucking heartbeat against his dick. “M-Move, flower.” Colsons lips capture hers as she slowly starts moving, making sure to go all the way up until he almost slips out, teasing him, before sliding back down on his thick erection. All those years of them being friends and she just now asks herself why the hell they haven’t done this sooner? When he looks so ethereal below her. The curls, the full, plump lips of his, everything about him screaming angelic. Whereas the man next to her with his fully tattooed body and mean demeanor gets her off just the same, his hand now grabbing her neck as he settles in behind her. The pace she settles for is slow, almost torture for the blonde on the bottom who just feels like he needs more. More of her wetness coating his dick, more of the moans she tries to stifle everytime he’s deep inside her. The good friend act, the fucking soft act he’s kept up all evening is wearing thin but what finally pushes him over the edge is when she chuckles, almost fucking laughs at him shuddering when she lets his dick almost slip out and the cool air hits his sensitive tip. 

Her face is buried in his neck, not being able to read his facial expression. Colson however grins to himself, visibly noticing Luke’s whole demeanor change. In one swift motion, Luke pulls Fleur down until she’s flush against him, his dick pressing hard against her cervix. A loud moan echoes through the room, thighs trembling against him. She tries to move away from him, her best friend being too fucking deep inside of her but both Luke and Colson are keeping her in place. “I’ve fucking had it with you. If you wanna act like a brat I will fuck you like one.” “You’re too nice for that.” And she almost instantly regrets it the moment the six words leave her mouth. Based on the expression on Luke’s face she knew he wasn’t playing from the beginning but now she’s really in for it and she’s almost positive Colson and Luke will both ensure she afeels pleasure like she’s never felt it before. 

“See, babygirl. We were gonna be nice, you know…” Luke’s voice is dangerously calm and it has her on edge. She opens her mouth to say something but just the shake of his head makes her decide against it. And suddenly she hates how obedient she is in his lap, dick still filling her to the brim. He sits up, face now inches away from hers and she can make out his darkened eyes. You could hear a pin drop in the room right now, the atmosphere tense. One sound, a cap being popped open behind her makes her aware of the other person in the room being much closer than she thought he was, wanting to turn around but Luke captures her face with his right hand. “Eyes on me.” A whine builds up in her throat, her hips slowly grinding against him because it’s painful how wet and desperate she is at this point. She wishes Luke would just fuck her, do something, anything and she wishes Colson would let her suck his dick while Luke pounds into her. “We were gonna be nice and take you one at a time. Didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed… but baby, tell me. What’s the point of having two dicks in the same room as you if you don’t have both of them inside of you at the same time?”

It’s like her heart skips a beat as her mind drifts to places she’s never explored before. She wants to tell him no, that’s too much. She could barely handle Colson abusing her little pussy, how was she supposed to take both of them at the same time? But Fleur looks at Luke and behind his hard expression his eyes soften a little. He’s her best friend who has known her for years. Why would he do anything to her he knew she couldn’t handle? Luke’s got some dark thoughts that he plans on executing within the next hour but he’s not a monster, far from it actually. Meanwhile Colson settles in behind her, softly kissing her neck all the way from her ear down to her shoulders as his hot breath fans over her skin. His tattooed arm wraps around her and grabs her left boob, teeth slightly sinking into her collarbone. If it wasn’t for this short distraction she surely would have noticed his head nudging her hole, about to press in, right next to Luke’s dick already inside of her. He hisses next to her ear, a guttural groan following immediately after once he pushes in, her pussy impossibly tighter this time. “O-oh my ffuuu-“ It dies in her throat, not that she could have said more anyways as Luke pulls his best friend down, kissing her passionately and pulling her flush against his chest so it’s easier for Colson to reach deeper.

He’s nestled right in there, stilling for a second before Luke pushes up, hands holding Fleur in place by her ass so he can move alongside his new, tall friend. “Holy fucking shit, that feels good,” Kells breathes out quietly. “Isn’t that little pussy squeezing us so tight, Luke?” He sounds completely fucked, his head pressing right against that spot that has their girl of the night seeing stars. She can’t think straight, pain and pleasure overtaking every other sensation she could be feeling that very moment. But Luke is holding her so tight and whispering sweet nothings in her ear, kissing her head and pushing her hair to the side so it would not interfere with her breathing. “Best one I ever had, Kells. Such a good little whore for us, aren’t you baby?” It’s more like a rhetorical question since he knows his best friend is too far gone to answer with anything but a lewd moan anyways. One hand presses down on her stomach, almost making her cum right then and there. They establish a diabolic rhythm, one of them pulling back while the other drives themselves deeper and deeper into her dripping cunt over and over again. It’s excruciating and Fleur feels like she’s on fire, her orgasm building and building as she’s being fucked at a slow pace but with determination from both of them. It’s like their hands are all over her and she probably couldn’t tell which ones belong to who, just that someone feels her shake and sob against the younger ones chest and decides to rub the swollen bud between her legs, dripping wet. Right where she wanted it the most this entire time. “Gonna cum on our cocks, huh? Doesn’t it feel so fucking good to actually be properly fucked?” It’s like Luke can’t control what he says, his best friends pussy and Colson rubbing against him making it way harder not to cum on the spot. But he needs to hold on, desperately needs to see the look on her face when she cums first. “Y-yes sir.. yes daddy.. please please l-let me.” Fleur whimpers, so fucking close and just waiting for their permission to tip right over the edge. A harsh smack being delivered to her left asscheek by Colson is exactly what does it in combination with their dicks hitting her cervix once again, his thumb still rubbing circles over her and Luke stilling inside of her, digging her nails into her waist. 

Her pussy pulsing and squeezing him is almost enough for him to shoot his load into her, and a lot of it. Calming himself down, he breathes in and out heavily, trying so hard not to think about the way her eyes squeeze shut and- wetness coating his thighs? A dark chuckle follows from behind, followed by Colson pulling out of her slowly, his dick still rock hard. “Did you just fucking squirt on us baby? Made a proper mess on Luke’s damn bed, didn’t you?” Luke lifts her up gently, sliding out of her- much to her dismay which she lets him know with a quiet whine, suddenly feeling so empty. “I’m sorry bro, but I need to taste her.. am dying to stuff my face in that cunt and taste how fucking sweet she is.” Colson lets them know, more directed at Luke than Fleur. “No, I c-can’t… sens-sensitive.” She tries to argue but to no avail, Colson’s mind is made up. “Shhh princess, Kells just wants a little taste.” He turns her around on him, her backside now against his chest while the rapper kneels down between both their legs. The moment his tongue comes in contact with her clit she’s thrashing around on top of him, trying to get away from the tall man who has his face buried in her pussy, lapping up her juices. Luke holds her in place, kisses her head and inhales the scent of her freshly washed hair while watching the scenario in front of him unfold. While he is glad for this little distraction to recover for a minute or two, his dick is still painfully hard and throbbing, Fleurs ass moving against it not making it much better. 

Stars dance in front of her eyes as the woman tries to control her breathing, too overwhelmed with Colson sucking and moaning against her. “If you don’t stop fucking moving, Luke and I will coax another five orgasms out of you, I don’t give a damn if that means we’ll be here all fucking night.” His tone is mean, demanding and almost threatening. “If I wanna taste our pussy, you will let me.” With that he is back to devouring her, nails digging into her soft thighs and leaving marks behind. What scares her the most is not another orgasm, it’s the fact that the orgasm is being delivered by no one other than her favorite singer who already made her explode on his dick before. And if she does that again in his face, she might as well just dig her own grave. Little does Fleur know that is just what he has been trying to achieve all along, fingers slipping inside of her and expertly finding her sweet spot. Her soft cries of overstimulation mix with the wet slurping sounds of his mouth, sucking and licking all over her. “Can feel you squeezing my finger, you wanna make a mess all over daddy again?” He speaks, breath fanning over her oh so sensitive clit. “N-no Ke-Kells, I-” Instantly a quick slap is being delivered to her thigh, the sting traveling up to her already sensitive pussy. “That’s not my name. Try again.” And she is so close, the muscles in her lower abdomen contracting as she grinds against Kells’ face, just wanting that one final push that he delivers with his mouth closing around her most sensitive area and his ring- and middle finger curling inside her. “Daddy!” It hits Fleur like a train, ears ringing, muscles spasming and liquid gushing out of her once again. Over the bed, over his fingers, over Luke, over Kells’ face. Helping her ride out her orgasm, the older man of the two kisses her thighs softly, rubbing the rest of her arousal all over pussy

“I know you’re so sensitive right now baby, I get it. But I think Kells and I really really wanna fill you up. Gonna let us use that pretty cunt one last time? Been dying to cum in you.” Hazy eyes stare up at him and even though it feels hard for her to move, four orgasms really taking a toll on the poor girl, she nods. That’s what she has been fantasizing about all night, since Luke walked into the room to discard his wine stained shirt, leaving all his girls and the few girls lusting over him out in his living room. “Need to hear you say it, lovie.” He’s gentle this time. His tip, covered in precum, nudging against her opening and just waiting for her verbal confirmation. “Need you Lu… need you Kells.” It’s barely a whisper but Luke lets it slide, coating himself in her arousal once more before pushing in from below her, Fleurs back still against his chest.

Kells wraps his hand around her neck, gently now, making her watch his long, hard dick sliding into her for the last time that night. He comes to think that she looks so tiny like this, sandwiched between the two skinny 6’3 tall men, the thought alone bringing him close to filling her up like he’s been wanting to for hours. It does not help that he can see their outlines, a slight bulge in her lower belly from the two cocks stretching her out. He thinks he’s done for, losing the rhythm he settled in with Luke, breathing quickening. “Gonna fuck that cum so deep into you.” He growls, tightening his hold on her neck. Fleur tries to reply, tries to focus on the pleasure of him still being inside of her but nothing is working anymore. Everything hurts in a good way and she knows that there is no way she’s going back out to that party later. She knows that this time they really can’t force another orgasm out of her fragile body, not that she needs it. Fleur just needs to feel their cum inside of her, dripping out of her, the soreness for the next few days, all of it. Even Luke is barely holding on by a thread, stilling inside of her and just letting his coworker push in past him, rubbing so deliciously against both of them. “Holy shit. Gonna put our babies inside of you, baby, yeah? You want that?” Luke has no idea what came over him but it seems to be affecting her when she clenches around them and lets out a pornographic moan.

Luke cums first, having edged himself all night, and coats her walls with spurts of cum, seemingly never ending. The whine that leaves his mouth is downright sinful and so so hot to her ears as it mixes with Colsons sounds of pleasure. “Fuck fuck fuck” He breathes out loudly, releasing right after and burying himself in her to the hilt. Thick ribbons of cum fill up her vagina, an evidence of both of them actually being there… an evidence that she actually just fucked her idol and best friend at the same time. For a short period of time she registers nothing until a warm, wet cloth brings her back to reality, both of them kneeling down between her thighs and staring at her with a worried expression. “There you are love… did so well for us. Took us like a champ, we’re so proud of you.” Luke presses a soft kiss to her nose as the other man wipes off the residue of them from her thighs. “Gonna kick everyone out,” he mumbles, more to Kells than to her. “You staying with her?” It’s supposed to be a question but the way he words it leaves no option for no.

The second Luke puts on his pants and a fresh shirt, Colson pulls the blanket over her naked frame, letting her cuddle into his side. 

“Sleep. We’ll be there when you wake up.” 

[torment-deviser]

1, 2, 3 and 18 for the reborn mc ask?

What was their life like before going to Reborn? (were they a pokemon trainer already? Were they studying to be/working as something else?) Answered here

Why did they go specifically to Reborn for the league? (no league in their region? Interested in Reborn specifically for any reason?)What's their starter and/or ace pokemon?

This is a really good question and it has to do a bit with question 1, which I answered previously. His reason for going to the Reborn league is both personal and practical.

Starting with the practical, which has to do with why he didn't challenge the Unova league. Is his past with gang associated crime in Castelia. Through several circumstances, he got into what would be considered witness protection program after leaving the gang he was part of. (Basically, he snitched, though the situation was a bit more complex than that). As such, participating in the Unova league would inevitably end up with him having to return to Castelia at some point which he decided: "no thanks".

Now, why Reborn instead of any other league? Well for one I hc that Reborn is in the same landmass as Unova (And Orre). So it was preactical to go to Nimbasa and take a train from there. The second has to do with his mother.

See, in this AU his mother Livinia Amsel was a member of the cult of Arceus with both Solaris and Elias. In fact in this AU she was expected to be part of a Trio with them in terms of managing the cult, kinda like Elias her family served Solaris' but they were focused on record keeping and maintaining the archives of the cult. As such they grew up together.

However, she became disillusioned with where Solaris was taking the cult once they started leaning on the Team Meteor stuff. And so she left and her parents were excommunicated once they started seeing what made their daughter leave.

Anyway, she left to Unova along with other members, some who moved further to sinnoh. Which is where she met Vidar's dad Artemy. So Vidar grew up with stories about reborn and both his and Seth's (Vidar's younger brother) first pokemon were shinies from Reborn that Livinia asked an acquaintance for.

So when Seth dies, and then his mom soon afterwards, well Vidar's dad was in prison so in the end he wanted to learn more about the region his mom loved despite having left decades ago. He thought it as a way to connect with her beyond her death.

3. What's their starter and/or ace pokemon?

His first pokemon was a Reborn shiny Mankey named Hervor , and he bring with him Seth's first pokemon as well a Reborn shiny Fletchling named Hadjet. Both of which I have mentioned and elaborated on before here and here He does acquire a starter (which I differentiate from his first pokemon) which is a non-shiny Froakie named Aegir. I headcanon that since he does have pokemon with him when he arrives usually he wouldn't get a started. But since he was involved in the whole train explosion incident Ame gives one to him as a way to apologize but also cover for the league a bit.

18. Speaking of umbrals, which character(s) were they the happiest to get back? Are there any that they wish didn't come back?

Honestly Vidar was happy to get back most of the characters. Though the standouts would be Ace, because they really bonded before their betrayal of Vidar. Vidar really bonded with them in regards of being in so deep that you're continuing to protect those you care about.

The other would be Radomus and Gossip Gardevoir. He became a bit of a father figure to Vidar, and both him and Gardevoir have really helped him at times. So he was glad to have them back, also for the sake of Noel and Anna.

As for not wanting them back, I dont think any really. Even with fern at that point in the story he has kinda ended in a mutually respectful relationship with him. They're not friends no, but he doesnt wish him that fate either.

I guess the closest would be Terra, but again it's not that he didn't wish her back, it's more of a. "Oh Arceus there goes the peace and quiet" but I wouldnt say he regrets itm

[extraordinarilyextreme]

All because Wang Xiaoshi admired the Yellow Crane Tower of renown, he took advantage of his passing travels to specifically stay in Hubei and view the wonderful scenery of this famous tower. Because he inadvertently took an extra glance, and heard an extra word, so began a new and legendary chapter of his life. Wang Xiaoshi, Wen Rou, and Bai Choufei are in a triangular relationship. But this kind of triangle, to Wang Xiaoshi, is in fact a novel and interesting dream; in this dream exists the best friends, the woman he admires the most, and the happiest times, as well as the kind of friendship and love that one cannot forget or abandon even after waking up. The first time Wang Xiaoshi saw Wen Rou, the entire world was illuminated by the single flame of a candle. As graceful as a poem; as distant and beautiful as a dream. The lovely, innocent, rude, willful, and genuinely adorable Wen Rou caused Wang Xiaoshi to fall in love at first sight. Even though at that time, she loved someone else in her heart, but in Wang Xiaoshi’s eyes, romantic love cannot be attained through force; it is only a matter of what he gives. Seeing her happy made him happy; that was already enough. It was not that Wen Rou did not know of his redeeming qualities. She liked him very much to begin with; their mutual love at the end was an expected result, because “I am your Wen Rou.” The first time Wang Xiaoshi saw Wen Rou, he thought of Bai Choufei. The last time he saw Bai Choufei, he thought again of their first meeting; it left a notable mark at the bottom of his heart. They once wanted to achieve a great career in the Imperial City, and attain a great accomplishment. Warm a pot of sake; judge the current events of the world. At that time, even if they were destitute, they were in fact not desolate, all because they helped each other during such humble circumstances and could keep each other warm. So, even when, later on, Bai Choufei made mistake after mistake and incurred the wrath of the heavens and the anger of men, Wang Xiaoshi still would forgive him, and even in a fight to the death, could not bear hurting him. After Bai Choufei’s death, Wang Xiaoshi would still frequently think of him. This is how Wang Xiaoshi’s pure and kind-hearted nature exemplifies itself. Or perhaps, it is a reminiscing of exactly the most memorable years of youth.

王小石与温柔、白愁飞 Wang Xiaoshi and Wen Rou, Bai Choufei from Wang Xiaoshi's Baidu page

Any mistakes are my own.

[sunlitlemonade]

Jason and/or dick, for the ask game?

First, I'm very sorry for taking so long to answer this.

Second, JASON!!!! DICK!!! I'll do my top five for both, let's go!

Jason-

Oof, kinda difficult for me to select just five for him because he's my ultimate blorbo and I like to explore him with all sorts of characters. But! For the sake of this ask game, I will whittle it down to five:-

Dick & Jason - My Ao3 is proof enough of my obsession with them. Not a single moment that I don't spend thinking about them. It is borderline insane at this point. Their relationship has LAYERS,,,, like an onion- too many and every single one of them will make you cry. They were each other's first brothers, they love each other, they scream, they mess up, they still reach out. T H E M. (Sorry to my mutuals who don't get a break from me screaming about them skskssk. Especially Scarlett and Perse.)

Jason/Roy - I have covered it in Roy's post for the ask game but the baseline is that -> them = perfect for each other. I rest my case.

Jason & Rose & Eddie - Jason and Eddie being pen pals was one of the best things to have happened in his Robin era. I want them to be friends again soooo bad. Elseworlds might show them to be married but I honestly think Rose and Jason work better as chaotic bffs. Rose and Eddie have interacted and I don't need much more to work with. They would be an amazing trio and I stand by that.

Jason & Talia - Best mother-son duo, I don't take criticism. No one can or should fight me on this ever. It's not perfect but they care for and understand each other deeply. I think about them for one second and get emotional.

Jason & Kyle & Donna - Cosmic mistakes. Need I say more? Each of them are a glitch on the fabric of reality and its w o n d e r f u l. So much to explore - from themes and motifs to the inevitable crack-y trope of them babysitting each other. (People would expect me to say Donna but she's honestly just as chaotic lololol)

Dick-

Dick & Jason - for exactly the reasons I have stated above. The other relationships on both the lists take turns on my brainrot slot but this remains at the top.

Dick & Donna - Exhibit A: "Donna, we've gone through so much together and in not all that many years. Yet, I feel as if I've known and loved you all my life. Terry is a remarkably lucky man to have found you." "I'm the lucky one. I've known so much love and now all my loved ones are here to share my happiest day. Dick... I love you." Exhibit B: "Me? I can't even listen to a bike go by without thinking of you." Like,,,,,, literally no one does it like them. They are platonic soulmates and that's on that.

Dick & Damian - I love the banter and the sweetness in their relationship. They quipped with each other just like any other dynamic duo but there's a gentler, sincere side to them that I absolutely adore.

Dick & Clark - They're besties. Dick got his mask name from a Kryptonian legend, Clark called him the "multiverse constant". What else do people want me to say on the topic?

Dick & the Titans - listen I know I talked about Donna and his relationship BUT all of the Titans are so important to him and his journey. Those were some crucial years for him as a leader but also as a person. It was a,,, Process for sure and these people were with him throughout that trip. So yes, him and the Titans are very near and dear to my heart.

[parallelroutes]

For the 100 prompts meme thing - [one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them]

[ ty for sending! i just didn't want to reblog the whole thing lmao. 1510 words ahaha... ]

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Byakuran is always biased toward people who aren't afraid to challenge him, but this is absurd.

The sweets shops were only the beginning. Food tour, the shops, the attractions. Haru-chan has shown him around so many places in Namimori by now that he's sure more than half the population knows them. Them and their unlikely friendship… they're probably local celebrities by now.

Sometimes, Byakuran thinks about what he'd be able to show her too. There's a lot of places he's convinced she'd like, things he knows she'd love to do… but they're just friends. He can't. He's not even sure how he could return any of this sentiment in the first place without potentially causing discomfort. It's so weird caring about what someone thinks, but here he is.

Japanese culture has so many customs he's never experienced until now. He also never has cared what other people think of him. If he ever does bother, it's only because he's intending to stay in Namimori for a long time. If he leaves a bad impression, it'll be harder to interact with people who remember it. And especially for Haru-chan's sake - he wouldn't want to cause her any trouble by association.

But… deep down, that's not really the point.

In a country almost everyone seems happiest blending into a crowd, he stands out. Byakuran is himself and will never change that just to fit in. Him and his tattoo, his spiked collar, rips in his clothing, safety pins, then there's Haru-chan in everything and anything cute. The difference is incredible no matter how one looks at it.

Even then, she doesn't mind, doesn't judge him at all even when everyone else does. She actively enjoys spending time with him, enough to keep meeting him so much, and of course that's mutual.

Not that everything is mutual. Even if she likes him for him, it wouldn't go any further, would it?

'I want to be closer to Haru-chan.' Byakuran doesn't know what to do with that thought, but it's there. They see each other all the time so he doesn't need to miss her and her face, her voice, her energy, her bouncy steps, strong will, her— everything. It's very obviously a crush at minimum, but they're unlikely friends, nothing else.

Maybe he shouldn't project his own assumptions onto her, he knows, but he can't help it without knowing what it would be like if they went any other direction… even though he wishes it would. She already deals with so many people with romantic interest, he's sure, but nothing happens. It seems unlikely that would change, even if it's someone she knows well.

At the same time, why does he have no chance? Maybe there is one and he just doesn't believe it. Who knows? It might help to get it out anyway. He doesn't have anything to lose, does he? Or would she be uncomfortable knowing someone she meets all the time feels like this about her?

Hmm… then maybe it'll take some thought. The delivery matters if he wants the point to come across properly… but he doesn't have enough direct experience, even through all the lives he partially remembers. It might help to get some tips from someone who's been in this situation. Is there someone he knows that's been through this before? He'd rather not ask the internet for advice if he can help it, so… oh!

Gamma-kun was madly in love with Uni-chan's mother before, but nothing ever happened between them. Perfect. He'd have at least a few thoughts, whether he shares them with Byakuran or not.

Right now, he needs to finish the shopping trip. Gotta stand up, stretch, get out of his thoughts, toss the cup, somehow focus on making an outfit…

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That night, he lounges on his bed with his phone and stares at his list of contacts, scrolling slowly through people who he doesn't see the point keeping in touch with. Gamma's not even in the G list, even though he distinctly remembers trading numbers before he moved. Where would he be, then… oh! The special characters section, probably. Yep, there's Gamma's Greek letter.

And yet, his finger still hovers over the phone icon. He's not sure he'll get an answer between the timezones and that Gamma would know who's calling, but… well, it's worth a try. Deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Huh. There's only two rings before the call is picked up. "Byakuran. What do you want?"

"Hey, Gamma-kun. Do you have a sec?"

"The Princess is busy. She'll answer her phone later." Gamma comes to an understandable but incorrect conclusion.

Byakuran chuckles. "Don't be like that. It's actually you I want to talk to."

"Then what is it?"

Can't start with the point, obviously. He has to give a little context first. "So you love Uni-chan, right?" He grins, knowing exactly how this will go over.

He can almost hear Gamma gritting his teeth. "Get that notion out of your head right now, Byakuran. Princess may be the boss's daughter, but it doesn't mean I'm in love with her the same way."

"That's what I want to ask about. You were in love with Aria in a romantic sense. Right?"

Gamma hesitates. "… Why do you want to know that? What is this about?"

Just for a moment, Byakuran hesitates too. "What was it like?"

Silence from the other end of the line. He didn't think very hard about what to ask before calling, did he?

He continues with a different question. "Did you ever tell her how you felt?"

"No." Gamma's answer is instant. "My loyalty is more important than my emotions."

"Everyone probably knew, though." Byakuran can't resist a little teasing to lighten his own mood at Gamma's expense.

"— So you called just to make fun of me?!" There we go.

"Don't be so hasty, Gamma-kun." Again, Byakuran laughs. It's amazing how much better he feels after messing with someone, especially in a situation like this. What he's opening up about is probably a less irritating topic now. "I'm calling because I think I'm in the same situation and need some advice."

Pause. "You're telling me you're in love." A blunt statement, not a question.

"Hey, don't say it so loud. I don't want anyone else to know."

Gamma seems to have relaxed after the switch in topic. "I'm not the one to ask for this kind of advice. I have no interest in dating. I never have and I never will."

Did he expect Byakuran to listen? "You still know what it's like, don't you? Wasn't it hard to spend time with someone you love so much knowing there will never be anything else? Didn't it bother you?"

"Look." A loud sigh. "You treasure what you do have. If they'll never love you, then don't push it. But, if you really want things to change, then accept you don't know what it'll turn into."

Byakuran can't help but laugh. He doubts he'd want to hear it normally, but it's an important point. "See? That's pretty good advice from who has no interest in dating."

"That's exactly what you asked for!" Gamma's not shouting now, but if they were in person, he sure would be.

Back to the point. "So what I'm hearing is that I should accept the risks if I do say it. Any other thoughts, Gamma-kun?"

After Gamma takes a moment to breathe, he answers lowly. "If you're telling someone you're in love with them, you have to take it seriously. That's all I can say." He's gotten so much better at calming his temper over the past few years.

"Noted." ♪

"Was that it? I have to get back to the Princess." Sounds like someone's ready to hang up the phone.

"Yup. I really owe you one now." Byakuran still feels lighter now, and he's sure it sounds like it in his voice too. "I'll let you go. Tell Uni-chan I said hi."

"Fine." Gamma grumbles. "… Good luck."

"Thanks, Gamma-kun. It'll be fine." He didn't expect the encouragement, but it's appreciated. "Seeya." ♪

"Bye." Click. And that's that.

He lets the phone drop face-down on the bed. It's surprising how easy it was to clear his head in a phone call lasting under five minutes. An outside perspective is really beneficial in times like these… even though he still doesn't know how to say it.

Gamma never told Aria, so who does he ask for tips? The internet? The only one of his Wreaths he can trust with this kind of thing is Kikyo, but he knows the others will overhear. So…

Or… maybe the best idea is to confess it his own way. No thinking, only acting, everything done on a whim. It won't be genuine otherwise. Gamma-kun's right that he needs to take it seriously, but his definition of 'serious' is completely different. It's okay, though, Haru-chan probably understands that by now.

Hmm… he has to wonder if she'll understand these feelings too. Who knows?

Anyway, where are they going tomorrow again? If it's not out in the open, he doesn't have to be tactful with timing… oh, she said it would be a surprise. Guess she'll get a surprise too.

… ♪

[shinobinvku]

@kyuusou asked: 

😖 — what annoys you? 🎶 — favorite song at the moment? 😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc? 💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them! 🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl? 💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc? 🖤 — what was one of the worst/most depressing moments you’ve had in the rpc? 😳 — what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc? 🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

𝐍. Wow, Myttie, thanks so sending so many! lol 

One of the biggest things that annoys me is when people are passive aggressive or don’t intentionally say what they mean. Something that I don’t talk very much about here online is that I’m neuro-divergent. I have both ADHD and Autism, and sometimes it can be difficult for me to understand intention behind people’s words both written and verbally communicated. I can get easily frustrated with people who don’t say what they really mean but expect me to know better. 

My current favorite song is “Nerdy Love” by pH-1 & Yerin Baek. It’s catchy and upbeat! lol

I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished too much being part of the Naruto RPC, but I did write a post about something here. I also wrote one for something I dislike about being part of the RPC there, too. 

I’ve made a lot of friends here within the RPC, but I’ll talk about one in particular. Unfortunately, they’re no longer RPing and we’ve lost touch with one another over the years, but I hope they’re doing well. Her name was J, or Julia. They had an amazing portrayal of Kakashi Hatake and they were one of the first writers I interacted with here on Tumblr. Have you ever had an amazing connection with someone where the writing almost mirrors one another’s and flows, and the muses just have this amazing chemistry together? Well, that was what it was like writing with Julia. She wrote wonderfully and we wrote a lot. I consider her a great friend and I miss her, but I look on those memories of writing with her very fondly. They were some of my happiest and greatest, too. 😌

My most depressing moment while writing for this community would probably have to be when a friend of mine decided they no longer wanted to ship with my character. The ship had become one-sided on my end where I was enjoying it, but my friend wasn’t, and to be honest, I was pretty sad about it, although entirely understanding. I’ve wanted to explore other AUs where perhaps the ship could continue on, but it doesn’t seem like that will happen and that’s perfectly okay. Naturally, I mourned over it like the sad sack I am and then carried on. lol No one should sacrifice their muse for the sake of a ship.

My most embarrassing would probably have to be writing my first somewhat spicy RP here on Tumblr. I came from a different platform where we had private chats or would roleplay through Google Docs, so the thought of writing smutty RPs for the entire world to see was something I had to get use to.  😅 😂

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Hello Absol ^.^ work went well, thank you.

I will say, I'll always be a rkvl truther too "t.t but i am a sucker for those aus..for the drama..im also a multiship addict...Leoide..genderbent doujin..fun. that suddeny reminds me of a technically nsfw,,jamizul drawing i did,,ugh..but yea..leoide fanon vs leoide canon is,,different. But i will enjoy the fanart and take their canon relationship for what it is..

Oh. Cater and Jamil though? That's a new one for me..id love to hear about this...im intrigued so far. I enjoy forcing Jammy into doomed Yaois.

Yesyes..I could serioisly talk about ships for..so long. So long....Florug actually grew onto me a bit after the few times you mentioned it..I want them to sneak away from their duties (lounge shifts & Leona),,,get high together and maybe 'accidentally' kiss? Or maybe as Ruggie picks up more lounge shifts he annoyingly gets closer to Floyd and it goes from there. And imagine Floyd memmorizing how Ruggie likes his coffee? Bringing it to him or leaving it for him with a little note. " - floyd." And maybe an occasional doodle? Or even the occasional surprise donut...i am getting carried away..your friends oc can steal ruggie away...for our sakes.. - 🐍

Good morning Viper. It is afternoon now though… But I would still like to give you a ‘good morning’. I like the idea of drama. It gives a fanfic more life. Pushing and pulling you so you want to see the ending you wish for. But you never know what you’ll get until you read the ending…

The doujin is a bit old. The art style is very cute but the plot is a little… Odd. But it is hentai so I can’t really hope for gold. Are you a Jamil x Azul fan? I don’t have much to say about it other than I love when people present them as divorced and Azul still clings to the hope that Jamil loves him. It makes me smile. I like Azul as a pushy man, I think he is a pushy man. And Jamil is very reserved and he won’t hesitate to bite if he needs to. So their dynamic is always so fun to see. I enjoy Cater x Jamil only because of the summer fireworks event. It’s a super rarepair since I think no one else posts for it or has mentioned it. But I am a fan of Bromance. Even if they both feel like it could be more, I am content with them mutually wishing each other the best before they part ways. Maybe… They’ll meet in the future again? Who knows…

I love FloRug. It is the best in the world. I wish more people could see the potential. They seem like they would get along great and Floyd would never be bored with a busy body like Ruggie. And Ruggie knows how to entertain Floyd enough to get help from him if he needs it. They have a symbiotic relationship. “You help me, I make you smile.” Also they are very dangerous with their heads put together. In a fun way. Teal and dandelion yellow also are very pleasing as a color combination. I think I would also be okay with a bittersweet ending of ‘Hyenas can’t breathe underwater’ and ‘Well fish can’t live on land’. But of course they text and remain close.

I love my friend’s ship so much. I am my happiest when she posts them or talks about them. She does very detailed drawings of her ship and sometimes doodles but… I want to ask her if she ever makes her own fanfics of them… I should ask her…

[ofirongrace]

01. INTRODUCTION Hi, my name is Myllie. I run this blog. I am 20+ and I live in the EDT. This blog is private & selective. I have no association with Maia Mitchell, and this blog is for entertainment purposes only.

02. FOLLOWING I will not follow people I don’t know. or I have no plans on interacting with. While I am aware that tumblr rp is meant to meet new people and interactions, A.J is a character I’d rather keep to close friends only. This is simply a personal preference for my sake.

03. FORMATTING I don’t really do fancy formatting. If it’s your thing then that’s your thing, I don’t judge. I however am a huge hater of tiny icons that are so small and saturated you can’t see who it is and large gifs. If you use either of these I would request that when interacting we go iconless. If that is a problem, then please don’t follow.

04. MEMES I am not a part of reblog karma, but it would be nice if you see a meme on my dash and we are mutuals that you send one rather than just reblogging it from me. You don’t have to do it always, just from time to time would be nice. Otherwise, I’m okay. I also put memes sent in as new posts so you are free to reply to it and make it a thread if you so desire.

05. REPLIES I. Am. Slow. And lengths will vary. You do not have to match me word for word or length for length, I am not a stickler for such things. Just do what makes you happiest. 

06. MATURE THEMES There may be mature themes that happen on this blog and I will try to tag them accordingly. If you need something specific tagged please don't hesitate to tell me.

07. SHIPPING Shipping is reserved for close friends OOC only.

08. TRIGGERS I don’t often tag triggers but if there is something you need me to tag, please feel free to ask me. I’m usually good about it after asked. 

09. DRAMA I don’t do drama. If you do you’ll be unfollowed/blocked. I don’t do call out posts unless absolutely necessary. If someone hurt your feelings ? That is no reason to make a call-out. If someone is out here crossing boundaries, being a creeper then that’s fine. But minor disputes are not okay. If you send hate you’ll be blocked.

10. OTHER DETAILS All icons and graphics are made by me and for personal use only.  RP is meant to be fun, so let’s have fun. 

[causticsunshine]

if anyone is actually going to see louis in portland night 2 / march 7th please let me know…. i’m probably going to be going with a friend who knows nothing and i’d very much appreciate some kinship with likeminded people

[whimsywispsblog]

Broken

Pairing: Russell Adler x Reader

It didn't feel right. Nothing felt right. Not the sound of her laugh or her gentle touch. It all felt...strange. Very strange. Did it feel repulsive? No, it wasn't awful. It felt wrong. Adler pulled down his glasses as he crushed his cigarette in his ashtray and rubbed his eyes in frustration.

On his table was a picture of him and (Y/N), happy and content. They were glowing with joy. He took the picture and observed it closely, his thumb rubbing over her face. It was taken the day before he proposed to her. She laughed as she held his face, him giving a small smile as he held her waist. Never in a million years did he ever think that he would find love again from a wonderful woman after his ex-wife's death. From (Y/N).

She was wonderful. Still is.

She is perfect. But not for him. Not anymore.

Adler shook his head, trying to dismiss his thoughts while burying his face in his rough hands, groaning in them.

"Damn Adler, you been away from her for only a few hours, and you already miss her?" Sims laughed, walking into his office. Adler gave a small smile, looking up at Sims as he took the picture and chuckled. "Man, she just keeps growing more and more beautiful."

Sims was the happiest person during their wedding, not just because he was Adler's best man, but because he was genuinely happy for his friend. Sims knew how bad Adler's ex-wife's death had hit him. For two years, he mourned. He couldn't move on. He tried, but she was stuck in his heart and mind. He was at his lowest. Until. (Y/N) came in. Initially, their relationship was only professional. She was good at her job and assisted Adler during his missions. A year later, they started getting closer. From strangers to mutually respected acquaintances, friends, something more intimate, and then lovers. She was a brilliant woman. Lively and fun to be with. He fell in love again - hard and deep.

"Yeah. She is perfect," Adler mused as he looked distantly, reminiscing their old happy days.

She was perfect.

Was perfect. "Ha. Anyway, why don't you take the rest of the day off? It's the weekend tomorrow. Take her out someplace nice!" Sims placed the picture back on the table.

"What about you? Any plans tonight?" Adler hoped that Sims would be free that night for some drinks.

"Yeah. I promised my girl to take her out on a date!"

Damn it.

"Enjoy!" Adler smiled.

(Y/N) will be home by 6 if today is not a busy day.

There was a time in the past when Adler would want nothing but to go back home to his girl and lay down with her. Maybe watch some cheesy romcoms on the TV. Or watch her paint something on the canvas while swaying to Black Sabbath's music blasting through their home, unaware that he was leaning on the doorway, watching her little dance. But it was a lovely sight to see. Was a lovely sight.

Was...

Now he hardly wanted to go back home. He would purposefully push himself to work till late nights just so that he could avoid her.

No no. He worked late nights because it was needed. Or so he tried to convince himself.

"For fuck's sake!" Adler muttered, irritated and packed his stuff, ready to leave for home.

-

"Babe?" Adler called out, hoping that she wasn't home.

"Hey! Layla told me that you'd come home early!" (Y/N) hoped towards Adler and pecked his lips and then his jawline and cheek. Her usual greeting.

"Sims came in?"

"No, no. She tried a new recipe and came by to share it! It was delicious. I've saved some for you!" (Y/N) chirped with her smile.

A smile that Adler loved to watch.

Loved.

She leaned in again to kiss him. The kiss tasted different. It was a gentle, loving kiss, yes. But for Adler, it just.. .didn't feel right. Just like the last few months. He slowly held her waist as she tried to deepen the kiss. Before she could, Adler quickly backed off by inducing a fake sneeze.

"Ah, sorry allergies," (Y/N) looked at Adler for a moment. She was still smiling, but her eyes said something different.

She was...hurt?

She saw through his act.

"Right! Help me with dinner?"

"Of course."

The kitchen in the house was what won Adler's heart. He loved to cook and experiment with food. When they were dating, Adler often would drop by at (Y/N)'s place and cook for her, or whenever she came over, he would make her the most delicious dinners. She always joked about starting a home cook show if he didn't have any retirement plans.

It was quiet. Unusually quiet. She kept humming something and talked very little, mostly about her parents back home.

Her parents were thrilled to meet Adler. At first, he was worried if they would like him and accept him with the scar. But her parents were just lovely. It was a beautiful weekend when they'd gone over to stay at her place. Her mom's cooking was delicious. It reminded him of his mother's. Nostalgic. She fed him so much food that Adler couldn't walk afterwards! Her father- oh, what would Adler have given to have a man like that in his life? They talked for hours and hours, sharing embarrassing stories and baby pictures of (Y/N).

"Russ, are you okay? You've been very distracted." (Y/N) eyed Adler worriedly.

"Uh. Yeah. I am just exhausted."

"Do you want to take a little nap? I'll finish this up and call you."

"Sure. Thank you," He pecked her cheek and walked upstairs into their bedroom.

The bedroom was spacious with little paintings on the walls. It held so many memories, not just of their lovemaking sessions but also the other good and bad stuff. The nights he buried his face in her chest, drawing all his miseries in her warmth, the way she would gently caress his face to make him sleep after his night terror, the nights when he would hold her tightly as she cried into his chest, their fights and makeup, little goofy moments like applying makeup on Adler or him painting her face- so many many memories. And how he wished to relive them all.

The room smelt like her, a scent he'd bask in once upon a time. A scent he'd crave for when he was away on his missions. But now, he wanted to run away from it all. Just leave it all behind. Start anew. But leave (Y/N)?

"Babe, why aren't you asleep?" Adler was pulled out of his thoughts by (Y/N). She sat down on the edge of the bed. He shifted slightly so that she could have more space.

(Y/N) held his hand, interlacing their fingers together as her thumb caressed his hands. Adler admired the size difference. It was cute—her small hand in his larger one.

(Y/N) placed her finger under Adler's chin and pulled him up, making him look at her.

"Russell. What's going on? You've been very...distant lately. Is it anything from work? Or is it something here?" She said softly, her voice lowering at the last bit. He knew that a part of her knew about what's was going on. Yet, she wanted to hear it from him.

Adler pulled (Y/N) into a hug, inhaling her sweet scent. He didn't feel anything. Not happiness, not sadness. He felt nothing. Pulling away from her, he pushed a few strands of her hair back.

"I...I-I don't..." Adler trailed off. He was never afraid to voice his feelings, no matter what the situation. But today, he was scared. Afraid to break her heart. Afraid to hurt the person who loved him so dearly, who picked him up when he was at his worst. The person who fixed his heart and adored him.

"You want to put an end to us, don't you?" (Y/N) said calmly, a small melancholic smile on her face. She placed her hand on his scarred cheek, tracing his scars softly- something that once made his heart flutter but today made his heart numb.

She pulled his hand to her lips, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. "You weren't exactly...subtle about it. Or maybe it was much more evident to me than to the rest of the world," She said, her eyes watering up. "How long have you felt this way?"

"A couple of months." Adler refused to look at her. Ashamed of himself. Hating himself. She wasn't angry or bitter. She was broken. Shattered. Hurt. Something he swore he would never make (Y/N) feel or go through. Oh, how terribly he failed her. Failed them.

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought it was just...I didn't want it to happen." Adler tightened his grip on her hand. He leaned to place his head on her shoulder while she ran her hand through his soft locks and placed a gentle kiss on his head.

"I am sad. I am not going to lie about that." She rubbed his back in a soothing motion, feeling his tears spill over her shoulder. "I love you very much, you know. It will definitely take me a long time to move on."

"I am sorry. I am so sorry," Adler's voice broke. He held (Y/N) tighter while she whispered into his ears.

"Shhh...It's okay. It happens, and that is okay." She rocked her body gently, landing more pecks on his head and cheek. "We will be alright. Don't worry."

"You don't deserve this."

"Neither do you, Russ."

Adler lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her. Swollen face, tear trails and... heartbroken. He kissed her again, this time soft and slow, just like their first kiss. But unlike their first kiss, there were no sparks and fireworks. There was nothing except sadness and pain. But it tasted nice. Like the last of the snowfall. Except that the snowfall would never return. For both of them.

Pulling away from her, he rested his forehead on hers, breathing in deeply. His hands cupped her cheeks, rubbing her wet skin. Hers on his shirt, holding it tightly. Afraid to let go. Afraid to lose him forever.

"I guess...I will pack my stuff-"

"Stay, Russ." (Y/N) breathed, pulling his hand. "I will go back to my Mother's."

"And after that?" (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. I will see what I will do later. But you keep the house."

"You should-"

"No, Russ. I have other plans." She smiled.

"Okay. But before you leave, for old time's sake. Burger Town? And a nice movie to end the night?"

"I'd like that." (Y/N) smiled, wiping her tears, resting her head on his shoulder again.

Their fairytale was over. The magic was gone.

[qu1nby]

every single one but the [insert fic] is ur favorite fic youve ever written

THANK YOU! tbh I don't have a favorite so I'm going to pick a new one each time <33

hopefully the links work because I didn't double-check them all

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

How did I come up with the title to I Wasn't Made (to Fall in Love) you ask? Its a song!

I'm very bad at titles.

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Not really!

okay well I do project onto Dazai a lot but we don't talk about that

C: What member do you identify with most?

I think this is supposed to be about characters? I tend to lean towards characters that are pining for a certain person but are scared of being with them because they don't want to get hurt

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Journey to the Past is very much inspired by the version of Anastasia. There are also Happiest Year and A Slow Dance With Death, which are songfics!

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

If I wrote a sequel to Would You Catch Me? it would be more of Dazai making everyone worry about him until eventually they sit down and work together to get him some therapy

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This really isn't anything special but I don't know, there is something about that last line that brings it all together

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I used to only do start to finish but writing out of order is pretty fun! usually it depends on what I'm writing and how long it is

H: How would you describe your style?

Messy. I like to ignore grammar rules for the sake of aesthetic

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Dramatic, spur-of-the-moment confessions

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

I'm in the stages of rewriting Write to You but an alternate ending would be one where Chuuya manages to convinces Dazai not to rejoin the mafia

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

HMM, I think maybe killing Chuuya in Inked

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I edit myself to death. I revise and rewrite until I can't stand to look at it anymore

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Oh, too many. The biggest one is definitely the Bideou/Ningguang rival business owner AU that I still haven't STARTED. I can't decide what I want the big conflict to be, so there hasn't been much progress. I'm hoping I'll have more time to work on it once it's summer and I've finally moved!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Nope! as much as I want to read some of my unfinished fics, I also want to be the one to write them

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Plot

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I think I'm more of a gardener. I like to start off with a rough outline and then let the story go from there

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

Love them! The first fics I ever wrote were written with a friend and it was so much fun. I would love to collaborate with someone again

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Too many to count! I have so many mutuals that are writers and they are so, so talented

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I love all of the cliché tropes. One bed, enemies to lovers, soulmates, you name it and I have probably read it

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I can't think of any right now!

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

honestly I have no idea--

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

The prompts I come up with are almost always general but I prefer to write more specific ones

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Dazai, next question

Y: A character you want to protect.

Kaeya. almost all of the Genshin characters, really.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

I both write and read it, but I won’t read the ones where child character die

[aonogifreactions]

Birthday headcanons nobody asked for (kinda)

a/n: usually i dont write anything for our twins’ bday, but thanks to noodle and spice i kinda got motivated hehe,,, thank you guys so much! also, yes, timezones, but here we go. hope you guys enjoy! <3 not beta read, so there might be mistakes.

Happy birthday to our boys!

Words: 840+

Rin:

generally, he thinks about his birthday as a semi-special day; he’s excited about it, but he kinda wanna treat it as a normal day as well.

he hates it, but absolutely loves speculating in his head what presents he’ll get. he thinks about things that are way too expensive, only to shake and hit his head afterwards, feeling bad for caring so much about the gifts.

if you give him something handmade, that would include you two - like a decorated, framed picture of you along with some other things you made - he’d start crying on the spot; holding it with his hands firmly, he doesn’t realize at first that fat tears fall down his cheeks onto the picture. He comes back into reality once you ask him if he’s okay, then wipes the tears off and hugs you tightly; he’s the happiest person on earth if he gets something valuable - not materialistically but to his heart.

he’s happy if the party is solely for him or both with Yukio. well, he’s just excited about having a party in the first place. if the party is private, he appreciates that he has the entire day or night just for you and him! he’d ask you to help unwrap the presents he got, or to just chill in bed and watch something.

if he gets an entire party - oh boy, he’s grinning so badly and almost cries seeing everyone wishing him happy birthday; it calms him down inside, knowing his friends are no longer afraid of him, but mutually like and care about him, as he does for them.

though, he’d appreciate it if the party was shared with Yukio, too. he doesn’t want his brother to be left out, obviously, unless he has his own party thrown by his s/o.

there’s a possibility he might accidentally blow the candles and set the cake on fire if he’s too excited. beware.

Yukio:

first of all, he hates surprises AND birthday parties. he will attend if he has to, but if not - he’d gladly stay home. if it comes to his own birthday, he doesn’t wanna make big deal out of it. For him, it’s just another day.

trying to find him a good present is the worst thing possible. he does like wearing watches and stuff like that, but he probably has a lot of them now. though, he likes simple things - like clothes or shoes, but once again - he has a lot of them already. but! he is surprised if you get him new glass frames - even though he owns TONS, he likes having new, fresh ones that visibly differ from his usual ones.

just like Rin - he appreciates handmade things as well. particularly some aesthetic related stuff - even if its an album with your pictures together, or just a framed picture. he does like the album better, especially if the pictures are taken with a polaroid and decorated with cute stickers.

encouraging shit will make him cry. a picture with him doing a random thing or with you two, but titling it “my sunshine trying his best in [activity]”, “one year since he opened up to me”, or “on this day, he reached out to me. this was the best day I've ever had” will ABSOLUTELY destroy him. he’ll stare at it and just look at it for a while. in his head the memories will appear, reminding him of that days; stressful, something that he’d rather forget. but those moments when he allowed himself to accept your helping hand or just share some of the troubles - it made them better. YOU made them better.

despite the strong dislike for birthday parties, he’ll attend it for Rin’s sake if they both have one together. he won’t admit it and deny it if Rin keeps teasing him, but deep down he loves his brother and cares about him. despite his troubles voicing and showing it to him - he actually puts a lot of effort into his gift. since they hang out almost all the time, he knows what he’d like to get; he saves his money for it and critically controls how much money he spends if the gift is one of the more expensive ones.

but! if the birthday parties are separate for both of them - he’ll enjoy it a little better. he might share more stuff that he wasn’t able to before, or in general be more relaxed than if he was amongst his friends. he’s definitely going to tell you things he loves about you; he’ll compliment you, out loud say that he’s thankful for the things you have done for him. he’ll go on for hours, forgetting that... it’s actually his birthday. nonetheless, he’d like to spend his birthday that way - telling you things he couldn’t in the past and acknowledge them, wanting you to know that he was aware of everything and nothing went unnoticed.

[ouahe]

The theme for our February AU Week is: The Happiest Place On Earth! It launched today and will end on Saturday, February 19th at midnight EST. If you’re a Disney fan, have been to Disneyland, or want to go one day, then this is the AU event for you!

Note: One of our members will be writing an additional character temporarily for our AU Week. You’ll find their character names (Grace) as links in our list below. Once the week is over and we resume our regular interactions, the handler will retire the character so that others can apply for them down the road if they so wish.

The Happiest Place On Earth:

What happens when friends, family, and enemies drop everything to go on a much-deserved vacation, only to find themselves surrounded by mutual friends and enemies? Everyone in modern-day Storybrooke (aka no magic) travels to Disneyland in California, and while some hope to get a break from everyone, it's a shock to run into familiar faces throughout the week. Will enemies get along for the sake of everyone or will their hatred for each other grow? Will family and friends remain close or argue and fall apart? Or will it be a happily ever after for everyone?

Happy Travels!

BELLE: Married to Rumple and on a late/postponed Honeymoon.

DAVID: Married to Mary Margaret celebrating their anniversary and father of Emma Nolan.

EMMA: 28, dated Neal when she was a teenager, which resulted in a teen pregnancy. Her broken heart from Neal breaking up with her in high school healed as the years went on. She’s on good terms now and co-parenting Henry. Taking Henry to Disneyland for him to hopefully bond more with her boyfriend, Killian.

GRACE: 17, had always wanted to go to Disneyland. Loves the characters.

HENRY: 10, excited for his first Disneyland trip with Emma. While he likes Killian, he’s nervous if he marries Emma because he has heard bad things about stepmothers and wonders if stepfathers are the same.

JEFFERSON: 35, widowed father, single, fashion designer contracted by Disney costuming. He’s taking his daughter to Disneyland to celebrate his new job.

KILLIAN: Met Emma his first year of college and became good friends almost right away. They started dating just after their freshman year.

MARY MARGARET: Married to David Nolan celebrating their anniversary and mother of Emma Nolan.

NEAL: Dated Emma when they were teenagers. Responsible for breaking the relationship and years later, he’s on good terms with Emma and co-parenting Henry.

RUMPLE: Married to Belle and on a late/postponed Honeymoon.

TINA BELL: 28, recently single from a bad breakup and is taking a solo trip to Disneyland. She plans to drink her vacation away at California Adventure and Trader Sam’s.

Members: Please indicate in your posts/interactions that they’re part of our AU Week in your tags. If we messed up your information or you haven’t signed up for the event and would like to, please reach out to one of us and let us know.

Lurkers: If you wish to send our members asks about our AU Week, you’re welcome to do so now.

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- Mod Team

[cutegirlmayra]

Do you think Sonic actually is slightly possessive of Amy? Like probably being (subtly) protective and jealous if she ever forgot to acknowledge him in favor of another boy. <3

I... don’t think so? Because Sonic’s big thing is freedom, yeah? So he wouldn’t naturally try to be ‘controlling’ in any sense of it.

However, though he hides his sensitivities, I think he would be slightly jealous of Amy’s attentions being pulled from him, but he’d have to be in a certain mood.

I think, normally, Sonic doesn’t worry too much about Amy unless she’s in immediate danger, or he feels he’s been gone long enough that--”I better get back. Amy may get worried about me.” Cause he knows she gets lonely, that’s why he goes on dates with her.

Also, SEGA officials stated that Amy will always have eyes for Sonic, and no one else. So... Sonic has nothing to worry about regardless XD

Now for the evidence, he made sure SHE was the first person he visited when returning.

It is officially stated in the Canon that she was worried about him, thus, my analysis that he’s aware she worries when he’s been gone for a long time has some merit.

Next, he does go on dates with Amy to ‘appease’ that loneliness she feels.

He didn’t forget their date, but found out Eggman was lose, and couldn’t keep it in the end. (There’s also the translation that states it WAS his race day and she got it wrong, but I think that depends on iterations.)

I doubt he’s possessive because in this scene, instead of telling Amy--”You can only be friends with heroes!” he accepts her decision of sparing the robots, showing he doesn’t mind her having other friends, it’s her mind and her life. He was there to protect and save her, not to attack her own choices or thoughts.

Likewise, Amy is a little possessive, but actively fights that for the good of Sonic saving others/the world and letting him do what makes him happy--adventure. Sonic DOES accept Amy’s feelings in her romantic gift to help him conquer his fear of water-

-showing she cares deeply about him, and he was about to receive that affection before Eggman interrupted. Then, he risks his life for Amy, taking on the water because in the end... she’s his lucky charm~<3 He doesn’t fear anything if it means saving her~<3

See that? No fear. Just rescue. Expression is even one of care, not possessive ‘It must be me who saves Amy!’ but ‘I can’t let her get hurt for my sake!’.

He’s fine being rescued by her, he’s fine with her nature but finds it a bit over-the-top which embarrasses him and weirds him out. But he accepts her, she’s still his friend.

What IS interesting is that in every storyline... I’m pretty sure Amy is always saved by Sonic and no one else. The few instances where she ‘convinces people’ to help save her is a little different than being in peril and having someone scoop you out of it. Could Sonic be possessive of being her hero? No. I think as long as Amy is okay, he’d be grateful.

He’s able to push his pride to the side to do the right thing, and isn’t ‘insecure about his manhood’ and allows Amy to even dominate over him at times... but he shows his discomfort in such antics, but never actively goes to stopping Amy from expressing herself in the way that makes her happiest.

(She can get a little much... she’s a little more possessive than Sonic, so he doesn’t really need to be XD)

He even shows nerves about her looking ‘pretty’ since his objectives are not ‘romance’ but I do believe he’s a ‘timing’ guy. As in ‘heat of the moment’ kind of guy.

CAN Sonic have negative and even unhealthy emotions? Yes! It was canon within the Sonic X series, showing that maybe, if allowed another season, they would dive deeper into Sonic -needing to be saved, turning dark- but we never got to see more of this. And, Sonic had good reason to get upset during these transformations that made him lose control and get ultra violent in his speed. It wasn’t fun anymore... you were hurting his friends.

Now, back to the first question. Possessive? No. But accepting and wanting to be something important to Amy?

Definitely.

Sonic is just fine being someone she loves... though it can get a bit... ‘expressive’ on Amy’s end, he finds his own ‘subtle’ ways to show he doesn’t mind... being with her every now and then~<3

He’s even incredibly supportive! When she comes to get him, he constantly ‘compliments’ her as a ‘reward’ for all her effort in trying to help/save him... Even if he could do it himself, he didn’t mind her risking herself for him... because honestly? He’d do the same thing for her! (We support a supportive boyfriend who lets his girlfriend lead an episode rescue mission for a change XD)

From the very start, he didn’t mind helping those who needed him. He still doesn’t mind being there for Amy, but no... As long as Amy is happy and safe, I don’t think he’d express too much ‘But I’m her hero...’ vibe. It’s just not like him?

But don’t we all want a little jealous Sonic xD

Also, note, Amy has saved Sonic COUNTLESS times as well! This is a really good, healthy mutual saving and supporting one another in their ‘respective’ things XD

See? I try and make sure I have my thoughts plotted out with canon evidence (or different universes evidences) so everyone can see where I pull my theories from ^^ Logic! lol

[nomazee]

saw you responded to my prompt idea (Heather) and I'm really sorry for not including a specific character the first time! i did send in a second ask as a follow up. but ushijima pls

Starting Over

(original ask: hi there 😎 hope you're doing well!! just dropping by to suggest a prompt idea!! IM THINKING; Heather by Conan Gray? There's flirty banter going on w/ u 2, and you think the feelings are mutual.. but then there's someone else in the picture. He's giving them all of his attention and you're kinda pushed to the side. Angst pls ): hurt my feelings but then hold my hand after. fluff maybe)

ushijima x reader; tendou & reader

word count: 3000+

content: unrequited crush, angst, loneliness, personal development

(thank you so so so much for this request!! don’t worry about forgetting to add the character, it’s completely alright!! i sort of strayed from the prompt a bit but i tried to maintain the primary concept as best as i could. i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope you enjoy this!!

also just a fun fact--i was absolutely prepared to make the reader and wakatoshi’s gf fall in love with each other and elope and i’m very close to rewriting this and making it go down that route 😃

ALSO-ALSO—i have a multi-part series in the works right now (by “in the works” i mean BARE BONES PLANS) and im gonna share some details + a sneak peak soon!!! i’m kind of excited cause it’s gonna be the first long multipart series i’m gonna make, so i hope you guys are excited about it too!!

thank you all so much for the support recently, every like and commment and follower i receive motivates me so much and i love u all to bits <3

happy reading!!) 

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Wakatoshi is not a romantic. You know that best out of anyone—knowing the boy for years gives you a decent awareness of what type of person he is. He doesn’t have much of an interest in things that aren’t volleyball. Even his friends are scarce, limited to you and Tendou and some of the other third-years on the volleyball team. It’s not like he’s lonely—he’s reserved by nature and choice, never really expanding his social circle and putting his energy into extra practices rather than nights out. 

You suppose that’s why you get along so well with him. You also suppose that’s why it was a shock to hear that Wakatoshi accepted someone’s confession. 

You were no stranger to hearing about these confessions—not because Wakatoshi tells you about them, but because you’re often the one who has to act as the messenger between the confessors of the week and Wakatoshi himself. It’s a bit draining, frankly, to be looked at as a tool to get closer to the ace, but you put up with it because at least you still have him. 

Her name is Hana, and she was one of the very few people who confessed to Wakatoshi personally. 

He told you the details while walking you to your dorm, and you were a little suspicious of how in-depth he seemed to go about the event. He was interested, you deduced, and in the moment you forced yourself to shove down the ball that rose white-hot in your throat. 

“She invited me to dinner on Sunday. Her family owns a restaurant. She said she’ll make me my favorite.” 

Oh, you think, I’ve made his favorite plenty of times—you cut that thought off in fear of sounding bitter over losing someone who was never really yours. 

“So you’re going, then?” 

It’s silent. You stare intently at the way your feet step against the concrete. At the persistent lull in the conversation, you glance up to Wakatoshi. 

His cheeks are red, and his gaze is trained pointedly away from you. 

He’s blushing, you realize. He’s blushing because he’s embarrassed, embarrassed that now he has someone he’s interested in. 

You know you should be happy, and the robotic voice in your head chants, “That’s cute! That’s great!” But you know yourself a little better than that, and decide that you aren’t the happiest with this epiphany. 

But you’ll sure as hell make it seem like you are, for Wakatoshi’s sake and Hana’s, too. 

You give a smile, one without crinkles at the corners of your eyes, and elbow him playfully. “That’s cute, Toshi. I’m surprised you found someone you’re interested in, but I’m really happy for you.” 

He’s smiling, now, and it’s a gentle smile you rarely see form in your presence. As you wave goodbye to him at the steps of your dorm building, you wonder if you’ll have to stop calling him Toshi in fear of upsetting Hana. 

---

You’re getting ahead of yourself, you think in the days following Wakatoshi’s unintentional admission of feelings. He’s just trying out a date for once. It’s not like you’re going to lose him immediately.

For the remainder of the week, Wakatoshi still walks you to your dorm after practice (you stay in the library until he’s done), and still lets you sit with him at lunch. By Friday, you make an excuse to avoid the cafeteria (read: avoid him, but you don’t tell him that) and tell him not to wait for you after practice. 

You text him on Sunday asking him to tell you how the date goes. He responds with, “It was very fun. I really like her :)” and you feel your heart crack under the strain of your unrequited feelings. But you suck it up, like a good friend, you think, and tell him “that’s great!! i’m so happy for you :)” 

On Monday, you go back to sitting with Wakatoshi at lunch. When you smile and place your bento box on the table, he waves awkwardly and blinks at you. 

Oh, you think, yet again. Maybe I shouldn’t be sitting here.

You feel a stifling lack of familiarity in the air, and it pains you to admit it. You nod back at Wakatoshi, then blink at your lunch tray, feeling too awkward to even open it up and start eating. 

He doesn’t say anything. You uncharacteristically take the initiative. 

“So… your date,” you begin. “Did you like it?” 

His eyelids flutter yet again, and a fond smile crosses his features. “Yes, I did. Her restaurant is very nice, and so is her family. The hayashi rice was very good. She wants to go out again this weekend.” 

“You’re going again?” It’s rhetorical. You know the answer already. He nods, and goes back to eating his lunch. A few minutes pass by, and you still can’t find the strength to pick at your bento. 

Just as you open your mouth again to babble about a random topic to fill the silence, Wakatoshi’s head darts up and his eyes focus on something behind you. You twist around to see what it is, but a cold feeling in your veins tells you you already know. 

She’s pretty, you think as she waves at you and Toshi and takes a seat next to him. Really pretty, actually. 

And an angel. She greets you politely, with a wide smile that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle. Her hands are soft and she has pastel yellow acrylics on her nails. “Hi! I’m Hana, it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?” 

The question sends another wave of cold electricity through your system, and you feel like crying at the realization that Wakatoshi probably didn’t even talk about you. He probably never talks about you, you think, because there’s just not much to talk about when it comes to you. 

You give a smile. Your eyes don’t crinkle. “[Y/N],” you tell her. “I’m Ushijima’s friend.” 

Maybe the use of his family name is a bit petty, but you convince yourself that you’re just trying to make yourself distant, trying to make yourself appear as less of a threat to Hana. You think it’s natural that she might get antsy about another girl being in Wakatoshi’s life, but then think that she’s probably too kind to ever get jealous or upset. It only makes your heart ache more. 

You see the subtlest flinch from Wakatoshi at the use of his surname, but you assume he doesn’t really care much. Him and Hana start talking casually, and tears prick behind your eyes as Hana does her best to involve you in the conversation. She’s so nice, so so nice, and it isn’t fair for you to be so bitter. 

“I have to go study in the library now,” you tell them, picking up your untouched bento box from the table and standing up. “But it was really nice meeting you, Hana.” She smiles again, glossy lips and pearly teeth before Wakatoshi interrupts you. 

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving early?” 

You pause, and think of the irony of that—he didn’t tell you Hana was sitting with him, otherwise you would’ve left them alone in the first place. But you brush it off, and maintain your smile. “Yeah, I guess I forgot.” You huff a humorless laugh. “But I’ll see you guys later.”

You don't end up going to the library, instead settling for the nurse’s office. She’s nice, you think, nice enough to let you get away with a stomachache and sitting out of class for the remainder of the day. 

When you’re dismissed, you habitually wait for Wakatoshi at the side door of the school building. It’s a Monday, and he doesn’t have practice, so he’d be able to walk you back to your dorm rather than making you wait in the library. 

It’s a fruitless effort, and you hit yourself for not anticipating it earlier—maybe if you did , you would’ve been at your dorm already. If you did, you wouldn’t wait for twenty minutes with the empty hope that Wakatoshi would still walk you home. If you did, you wouldn’t have to watch them pass down the sidewalk together, his team jacket draped over Hana as they talked with each other, hands interlocked and smiles persistent. 

As you blink away tears and walk away from the scene, you think that Hana must really be someone special, to break down Wakatoshi’s walls so quickly and make him be so familiar with her in a matter of days. 

Either that, or you were never anything special. Just complacent with the relationship you had with the boy, which you think was only formulated out of the coincidence of growing up together. 

You try not to let the thoughts get to you, but after a heartbreak it’s a little difficult to think positively about yourself. You settle for taking a nap once you get to your dorm, and hope that the school’s library is open during lunch tomorrow. 

---

Thankfully, it is, and you wordlessly leave Hana and Wakatoshi to their own devices during lunch. He doesn’t question it, doesn’t text you, doesn’t ask you after lunch or during class about it. When you dismiss, you don’t wait for him to walk you to your dorm, and for the second time, you’re left walking alone. It’s a little nerve-wracking, having such a sudden change in your routine, and you’re starting to regret not expanding your social circle. If you did, you’d have someone to talk to at lunch, someone to walk with after dismissal, someone to hang out with during the weekends, another contact in your phone that wasn’t just your parents and Wakatoshi. 

The week ends. Wakatoshi never texts you, never asks you if you’re okay or questions why you’re so distant. It’s simultaneously painful and relieving—knowing that your presence could so easily be deducted from his life made you rethink a lot of things, but at the same time you think his lack of action makes it easier for you to deal with it. 

During lunch on Monday, you’re alone in the library. Until you’re not. 

Red flashes by your vision until you can properly process the form of a boy sitting across from you, chin resting in his palm as he looks at you curiously, a teasing expression on his face. 

It’s Tendou—you know him fairly well. You can’t consider him a friend just yet, but you’re somewhat close to him, what with both of you being friends with Wakatoshi. 

You blink at him, and cock your head to the side. He follows suit. He’s interesting, you think. 

“Hi, Tendou.” You greet. “What are you doing here?” 

He narrows his eyes at the stiff greeting, and the arm supporting his head drops to the table. A smile peeks through his features, and while his eyes don’t crinkle you can still tell it’s genuine and friendly. 

“Just wanted to say hi. I didn’t see you in the cafeteria with Wakatoshi like you usually are. Actually, I haven’t seen you there for a while now. It took me some time to find out where you go, but I’m here now!” 

You don’t know how to respond to that, so you settle for a blank stare. He huffs in mock annoyance, and throws his head back with a groan that nearly alerts the librarian. 

“Aren’t you happy? Now you can stop moping around and hang out instead.” A pause, then, “So what’s up with you and Toshi? Why don’t you sit with him anymore?” 

So this is a therapy session, you think sardonically. Alright, sure. I guess I can tell him. 

“He has a girlfriend.” You wince at how sad the words sound coming out of your mouth, and quickly try to defend your tone. “Which is a good thing! I’m not upset—” oh yeah, definitely not, “—but I wanted to leave them alone, so they can hang out. I don't want to get in their way.” 

Tendou doesn't respond immediately, instead settling for tilting his head and narrowing his eyes in suspicion. You’re sure he already knows the real reason, but give up on trying to clarify yourself any further. 

He gives a wordless hum, eyes darting to the bento box you’d set aside at the beginning of the period. “You’re not eating.” It’s not a question, more of an observation, and you tense up. Tendou isn’t a threat, you know that, but his hyper-awareness of everything and everyone around him intimidates you greatly. 

“Not hungry,” you respond, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze. “I eat breakfast, and I don’t normally get hungry until the afternoon.” 

“It is the afternoon.” Technically, he’s not wrong. It’s almost 1:30. Regardless, you huff at his technicalities and remain silent. 

His gaze is still locked on you. You wonder what he’s still here for, and jokingly tell yourself he’s going to give you a letter and ask you to give it to Wakatoshi like everyone else does. 

“You don’t have to stay alone just ‘cause Toshi got a girlfriend.” He’s blunt in his words, which you detest and appreciate at the same time. “He’s not your whole life—doesn’t have to be. You’ve got me now. I’m your new friend, Tendou Satori!” By the end of his spiel, he’s back to his playful self, tone turning childish as he strikes a pose and winks at you. 

You make an agreement (more like, he makes a proposition and forces you to comply) to wait for him in the library after school and let him walk you to your dorm. As he leads you to the building, chatting loudly and making you laugh harder than you have in weeks, a strong resolve plants itself in your head. 

You have a new friend, and his name is Tendou Satori. 

---

For the next week and a half, Tendou is complacent with your dismissive attitude regarding Wakatoshi and indulges you in mindless activities to distract you from any stresses. During the weekend, he takes you out to the mall, buys you boba, and forces you to try on clothes of his choice with the promise that you can do the same to him. While you both giggle in front of the mirror of the dressing room, he pulls out his phone, snaps a picture of you and him in the mirror, and posts it on his Snapchat. You don’t think much of that. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while, and even before then you don’t remember enjoying your time with Wakatoshi as much. 

That epiphany makes you hurt a bit, but then you feel Tendou grasp your wrist and lead you off somewhere and things are better. Things are a lot better, really, until a new week approaches and Wakatoshi texts you for the first time in nearly a month. 

You hung out with Tendou? 

You blink. It’s an interesting way to start a conversation. You suppose Wakatoshi’s not one for formalities, and conclude that he must’ve seen Tendou’s post. Frankly, you’re a bit insulted that Wakatoshi seems shocked at the concept that you can make friends on your own, but you brush it off and text him back. 

yeah!! we started talking a while ago. he’s cool. 

Oh

Are you mad at me? 

You don’t know what to think of his question. You don’t know where it came from, or how to respond. Discerning his tone of voice is a bit difficult over text, even more so than it is in person. Nevertheless, you answer honestly. 

no? not really? why are you asking? 

It takes him a while to respond, and your anxiety grows with each passing second. 

You haven't talked to me recently. You don’t eat lunch in the cafeteria anymore. Did I do something wrong? 

You don’t know how to explain it to him—don’t really have the energy to go on a rant about how you were avoiding him for your sake, his sake, and his girlfriend’s sake, how you had feelings for him for years and he never noticed and how it was kind of a dick move to be upset over you avoiding him for a month and not even bothering to approach you about it in the first week you started going to the library or the nurse during lunch and walking to the dorms alone. 

You settle, once again, for something simpler. 

don’t worry about it :) i wasn't avoiding you, but i wanted to give you and hana time alone, so that i didn’t bother you.

Are you and Tendou dating? 

You’re sure you’re going to get whiplash from this conversation. You let out a breathy chuckle and tap away on your phone. 

no, ushijima, we’re just friends 

Oh. Okay

Would you like to sit with me and Hana at lunch tomorrow? 

You read the text, then reread it, and lean back in your chair with a sigh. You’re not sure that Wakatoshi knows what he’s doing, but you still appreciate the intended kindness behind the words. You straighten out your posture, look at the blinking line in the message box, and turn your phone off. 

The library doors open, and Tendou bounds through with a cute little hop, immediately going to your usual table with a smile. 

“Ready to go?” He asks. You check the time—it’s nearly half past six. Tendou notices and apologizes. 

“Sorry for making you wait so long. Practice ran a little longer than usual and I didn’t get the chance to text you about it. Wakatoshi was kind of out of it, so Coach made us all suffer the consequences.” He coupled his statements with a laugh, and it eased the unpleasant feeling that arose with his last sentence. His thin fingers wrapped around your wrist carefully, and he tugged you out of your seat to lead you back home. 

Wakatoshi left a bit of an empty gap in your life. And you knew that you’d still be reminded of him often and that pain in your chest will return sometimes. The doubt of your previous friendship and the personal guilt of not trying to get closer to him sooner would still linger for a while. But Tendou Satori was a good distraction, and a great friend.

[aliparo]

atsumu doesn’t mean for people to fall in love with him; they just do.

and that included you.

first, you waved it away as emotions felt in the heat of the moment, his face being the first thing you saw in moments of glory as well as misery. you would think, “ah, it seems like the right moment to kiss him,” then you would laugh at yourself.

kissing your best friend? please.

your life wasn’t some 300k slow-burn friends to lovers fic on wattpad or tumblr or even ao3.

but you grew to wish it was.

from wanting to kiss him because it felt right, you went to just wanting to kiss him. atsumu. your best friend, and for years at that.

you had seen him at his worst, rudest, bluest, and also at his happiest, brightest moments; and he had, you. you had been on the receiving end of his pent up frustration too many times to remember; and he had, you. you had been with him when he graduated and got his dream job; and he had, you. you had been with him while he was on high after his first kiss; and....

well, you haven’t been kissed before, and you haven’t kissed anyone either.

that’s why you originally thought you wanted to kiss him just for the sake of kissing, but you weren’t able to kiss him before you realized you wanted to kiss him because it’s him.

miya atsumu.

your best friend, and for years at that.

you groan into your pillow. is your life even a friends-to-lovers, mutual pining fic or a one-sided, unrequited love one?

it sucks.

atsumu doesn’t mean for people to fall in love with him; they just do.

and, unfortunately, that included you.