#writing this i worried that i was making it cringey but i hope you guys dont feel that way reading it

[erwinsvow]

when rafe lets reader go on aux and she plays lana. him humming to beat omgggg. i need him in my bones

omg !! im imagining this with that one part of west coast.. but left it vague so you can imagine your fave lana song ♡

rafe was in a good mood. it wasn't anything new—he was always in a good mood around you anyways—but today it seemed even better. you were sat in the passenger seat of his truck, waiting patiently for rafe to drive the two of you to dinner, when he glances over at you with a smile.

the windows rolled down, a breeze coming in and rustling your hair with the warm glow of the sunset filling the car. when he hands you his phone, you look back at him confused.

"y'can pick the music today."

"really?" your entire face lights up with a smile. you start looking through your options immediately while he backs out of your driveway, his arm stretched across the headrest of your seat.

the familiar sound of one of your favorite lana songs fills the car, even seeping out into streets through the open windows. you set down his phone and smile at rafe, pleased that he's happy.

you stare out the window, watching the sun dip further and further away through the trees, wondering how close you are to the restaurant and if rafe will get you dessert after—though you already know the answer.

you're snapped out of your thoughts at another sound—rafe humming along to the end of the song, fingers tapping on the wheel and maybe not even aware of what he's doing. your gaze turns to your boyfriend, eyes staring and taking in the scene, smile a little dozy.

a couple things run through your mind, how rafe's memorized the melody of your favorite song, how he must have liked it enough to remember, how silly yet memorable everything about it feels. warmth blooms in your chest, running up to your face and make your palms clammy.

the song shifts to the next and rafe pulls into the parking lot, stopping the car. he glances up to see you staring back at him.

"what?"

"nothing," you reply, though you feel giddy inside, and over something as small as rafe letting you pick the music and liking what you selected. "i'm... excited for dinner." the lie comes out automatically, not wanting to bring it up just in case. you think you should keep the moment for yourself.

"yeah, me too. c'mon, kid."

"coming, rafe."

[harumasa-wifey]

HIIII I'M ALSO GOING CRAZY OVER HARUMASA I'VE BEEN SAVING UP FOR HIM SINCE I FIRST SAW HIM (BEEN PLAYING SINCE LAUNCH) AND NOW IDK WHAT TO DO WITH MY PULLS AHHHHHH I don't normally request so sorry if this sounds weird in any way but can I request Harumasa with a reader whom he teases a lot cuz he thinks how they react is cute?

Thank you!! ٩(＾◡＾)۶

Harumasa x shy!Fem! Reader

Warning: none just fluff and crack maybe suggestive? If you squint your eyes just one line. Not proofread!

Note: Listen.i do not like angst i mean come on i don't wanna cry not rn BUT MY HANDS WERE ITCHING TO WRITE SOMETHING HERE i held myself back. Here is your request anon and I hope you like it!also i would say get his cons of wtv it's called in zzz because i have the same plans but you do you also don't forget his w-engine

•For someone like him you are too fun to tease.

• He is a little bastard and will not pass on any opportunity to tease you and make you flustered and it happens almost everyday

•What doesn't help the situation is that your seat is literally in front of him yea.

•Imagine you working on the papers yanagi gave you and he is just there slacking off looking at you with those lovesick puppy eyes of his.

•Yea this is going to be the second time yanagi hits him standing behind with a paper roll and bonk!

•Please restore to bonking him too when needed because the things he whispers in your ear is not friendly

•It's a daily occurance of him coming from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist while burying his face in your neck and shoulders.

•No matter how many times he has done this he will never get tired of your reactions. The audacity he has to do this in the office while you are sorting out papers from the mission.Another bonking from yanagi.

•When he is not near you is rare but when he isn't he is always texting some cringey movie pickup lines and when you don't reply to him almost instantly he goes like.

“Guys are you seeing this”

“My girl out here cheating on me”

“YOU GAVE ME 2 MINS TO REPLY WTH”

•Imagine having a movie night with section 6 and soukaku and him choosing a horror movie on purpose and he is literally sitting right behind you.Yea in other words prepare yourself for a heart attack.

•Sneaky bastard finding a place to sneak his hands around your waist at the time of jump scare.

•But it's not like you are not prepared, you have a pillow in hand which goes straight to his face.

•Little shit acted like it hurted so much to make you worried.

“Haru! Are you alright? I am sorry!”

“Ow ow ow no of course i am not that pillow hits hard do you have rocks in there” his next line is

“You can kiss it better tho”

•Yea hit him again. Yanagi had to cover Soukaku's ears because of him. On the other hand, Miyabi is not fazed; she is more interested on the movie that's been playing on the screen but makes sure to give a side eye to him every now and then.

•If he teases you too much, just tease him back it will shut him up real quick. The fastest remedy to repeal against him. Make sure to do it in private tho don't want to yanagi mad and get overtime.

[i-yap]

Hello how are you? I love everything you write and I'm obsessed with Dick Grayson. You could write Dick being obsessed with his pretty girlfriend (we readers) I like these stories where he is obsessed in a way that is not crazy and violent. Usually when they write Yanderes it ends in violence, I don't want anything crazy or violent. Can't a man be obsessed with his girlfriend without ending up like that? please

Heyy im doing well, thank you for asking. I love "pretty girlfriend (we readers)" lmao yes we are pretty readers

Obsessed Dick Grayson x reader

Once dick realizes that what he has with you, what he feels for you and what you mean to him is so much more than his past relationships. Like those relationships don't even come in sight to what this is. He loses it a little.

All of a sudden his easy charms, flirtatious nature and playboy game is just gone and that too when he needs it most.

He gets flustered easy and its really weird for him aka Mr most desirable man in dc.

But don't worry , he learns how to work around those palpitations and blushing-by throwing himself into acts of service. Bringing you water without you even saying by realizing you've been swallowing more than average. Making you dinner which comes out of the oven the second you walk into your home by timing your "I've left work" message and the time on google maps ( or maybe just a tracker on you with your permission)

On the same note..HE IS SO OBSERVANT!! like how did you know that y/n wanted chocolate muffin when she likes trying different flavours every day? oh you analyzed her taste pattern and since she had a fruit in the morning, she will want chocolate? oh okay not weird at all dick

That cringey ginny scene from harry potter of her tying his shoelaces? Yea he sort of does those type of things really often. YOU CANT BLAME HIM OKAY ITS YOUR FAULT MAN HAS LOST ALL HIS RIZZ.

He gets so much more jealous. Like in his past relationships, the girlfriends were jealous not him. He was the one being hit on by everyone. People don't even hit on him as much cause rather than him making charming talk he is just standing behind you, head on your shoulder talking sweet to your ear. In fact it has happened on multiple occasions where he just didn't hear someone because he was busy looking at you in the dress you were wearing. also if you guys ever had a fight in the beginning of your relationship about you being insecure ...he will make sure there is a 4 foot stick between him and any other girl who tries touching him. Will jump onto a chandelier rather than let another girl touch him and risk your relationship . you tell him that its okay and you know he isn't reciprocating their feelings and that he doesn't have to jerk away while loudly saying "no no where's y/n WHERE IS MY Y/N" but he doesn't care nothing comes between him and his baby.

He drops stuff too, forgets whatever line he was about to say and um he has giggled when you complimented him once( but you guys don't talk about that anymore)

He just sort of learns to live with it since this just shows how much he loves you and well..there's no fixing it. And he'll find new ways to fluster you.

i hope this was somewhat you were looking for, have a good day!

[stickyspeckledlight]

Yandere!Caleb Thought (well, more like it’s just Caleb because he’s literally a canon yan rofl)

Tags: Kidnapping, imprisonment, hey sir I promise I am cool too you can lock me up if you want—

Note: A drabble for the man. Guess who’s been really into LADS lately…all of the guys are like, cringey and silly but in a hot way y’know, but Caleb is the hottest bc now he’s given me my dream of seeing like, a high production yandere, also his VA could read me the entire Bible and I wouldn���t be bored.

Also LADS cock blocked me from progessing the first part of the story bc of hunter rank so I ended up playing Caleb and sylus’ chapter without all that context, hehe…so maybe something I write here will be completely wrong later when I read thru the story proper

“What’s that you’re lookin’ at, pipsqueak?”

To your chagrin, you let out a squeak befitting the nickname as you’re pulled flush against his chest. He softly chuckles, finding your hand and intertwining it with his own. His other arm is secure around your waist, deceptively ironclad.

“C-Caleb,” you stammer, “I thought you were still—still working.”

“Got off early,” he dismisses. You’re almost annoyed by how casually he says it, and perhaps a bit concerned about the workings of the Fleet’s leadership qualifications.

Or. Or it wasn’t a coincidence?

If it wasn’t, you can’t tell from how Caleb’s currently acting. Right now he’s just being…well, Caleb. Not “your” Caleb, but “Caleb, Colonel of Farspace Fleet.”

Colonel “Caleb” is a deceptive creature. When it’s just the two of you, he’s one-for-one “your” Caleb. It’s all playful teases, genuine care, and bribes of braised chicken wings.

But Colonel “Caleb” does other things, too. His touch sears, pulsating with heat even after he’s long gone. His words dance and play, but at the drop of a hat—at any mention that you could be any better off without him; at least, whenever he thinks you imply it—they fan over your skin like hail, and it’s like you’re tied to a chair for interrogation. And his eyes…

You might just hate this eyes the most. They’re the perfect essence of Colonel “Caleb,” to you. Because it always seems like no matter what, even when he started to grow taller and taller, start to gather bulk, start to become a man, his eyes always stayed the same. There were also warm, soft, and rounded with a seemingly infinite supply of adoration. Always, always, always.

But there’s more the Colonel “Caleb’s” eyes than that. Of course there is.

Sometimes, when they look at you, you gulp at the vast emptiness in them. You freeze at the looks of intense, nearly rabid hunger. You nearly cry, even, when they look at you with sorrow like an iceberg; because you swear, every time you see it, that it edges closer and closer, that every time, the water recedes more and more, and you know just how deep Colonel “Caleb’s” agony goes. It’s almost enough to make you treat him like “your” Caleb.

But sorrow doesn’t exist in isolation. Sorrow, the stubborn thing, exists in harmony with other things, too. It exists within every faucet of emotion and thought, in fact. So for as much as you see that deep, deep sorrow, you also see just how deep everything else his. How endless his hunger is, and how much he truly, truly, truly doesn’t know; doesn’t know what to do, without you.

“The Colonel’s blowing off work, just like that? What sort of work culture does the Fleet pride itself on?” You hope he doesn’t feel your heart beat; or you hope he can excuse it for something…more agreeable, in his mind. Something you don’t want to really confront for yourself.

“Backstabbing, maggot-calling, endless laps and drills, and bland food,” Caleb says breezily. Falling into an old, familiar rythem of mutual poking and prodding. Pretending that this isn’t anything but normal.

“Sounds awful. Maybe you should get a vacation before they work you to the bone.”

“Is that worry I hear?” You can hear the grin in his voice, “Or is someone missing their personal chef?”

…But damnit. Because in the face of Colonel “Caleb,” you always want to go back to “your�� Caleb. Want to go back to life with “your” Caleb, and pretend none of…this, ever happened at all.

“I can cook on my own, you know,” you pout, turning around to face him, face full of mirth, “I’m not as short sighted or greedy as you treat me as.”

“Caleb” cocks his head to the side, like a little, innocent puppy, “What’s wrong with that? I’ve never complained before, and I’m certainly not going to start to,” his smile softens, and he leans down to ruffle your hair, letting go of your hand, “And that’d make me a bit of a hypocrite, no?”

“…” you scan his smiling face, and frown. Your chest twinges.

He still smiles. It grows tighter, but still, he smiles at you endlessly.

“Hey,” he softly says, “Are you worried I won’t keep my promise?”

“…No,” you truthfully say, “You’ve never broken your promises.”

“That’s right,” he says, warm and soft, “So why do you keep testing them like this? Test me like this?” He taps the window and leans in, forcing your back to it.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What are you talking about?”

His smile finally drops at that, but it’s just…it’s just…“your” Caleb’s face. He only raises an eyebrow, frowning at you like he would whenever you’d do something stupid and inevitably get hurt doing it.

Suddenly, an object thuds against the window sill. You look down and freeze, terrified of the bag threatening to be crushed by his Evol.

He frowns with a hardened glare, “Of course I’d notice you packing all these things, trying to leave me. Do you really think I don’t care about you enough to notice what you do?”

You jump, “Caleb—”

Your wrist is seized, “Even after all of this, you’re still trying to leave me?” He almost wheezes, like a pained animal, and you can almost believe that when he looks at you, you look at “your” Caleb, inextricably hurt.

Your lips draw into a thin line, “You can’t just—just keep me locked up like this, forever—”

“And I won’t,” he breathes. But his breathing starts to grow erratic, “I promised you that I wouldn’t. I promised you that we’d go outside this weekend; I’ve promised you that I’ll build you the most beautiful home you’ve ever seen; I’ve promised to you that I’d rid the world of any storms that’d get in your way—” his breath shudders, and he heaves like a starving man, “I’ll always stay by your side, [Name]. You know I don’t break my promises, so why? Why do you keep trying to make me break them?”

In this desperation, you both are practically flush against the window, and each other. Colonel “Caleb” looks like he might just cry, and maybe it’s because he still looks so much like “your” Caleb now, but you almost want to cry with him too.

But this isn’t “your” Caleb.

“I don’t think you need to lock me up to keep your promises,” you hiss, “And…and “my” Caleb made those promises, not the Colonel in front of me!”

“This? Again?” His mouth twitches, and a wide, open mouth smile of mania spreads, “How many times do I need to tell you? I’ve always been like this. I’ve told you about the cat, I’ve told you about the attic, and now I’ve done this—just when are you going to get this through your thick skull?”

. . .

(He’s right, but you don’t want to believe it. You can’t believe it.)

You must not say anything, because in the next moment, you can feel your body crash into the couch. “Caleb’s” Evol keeps you trapped in the soft cushions, and he lays on top of you, resting his head over your heart.

“You know…I did say I didn’t mind you being greedy,” he sighs, in someplace between content and sorrow, “And that’s true. If your hunger is a bottomless pit, I’ll still do anything to satiate it. I’ll let you devour and devour anything and everything endlessly, for the rest of your life. Whether you want to live quietly in the country, simply back in Bloomberg, or have the whole world at your feet…I’ll give it to you, like I’ve always done.”

His head lifts to meet your eyes. Your mouth is a twitching, bitter line, as you fight to hold back tears. You shake your head at whatever he wants to say; you don’t want to hear it.

But Colonel “Caleb” is a selfish, selfish, selfish beast.

“Anything, and I mean anything, is yours,” he promises, “But only when I’m by your side. And if you don’t want me by your side…” a sardonic smile alights on his face, “Well, I’ll just have to keep you right by my side,” he says like it’s a tease, says like he’s “your” Caleb, and not the stranger known as “Caleb.” “Safe, sound…and happy, even if it’ll take time. Even if it might take a long, long time.”

Your mouth finally stops twitching, etched into a frown, and agony jolts throughout your body as Caleb comforts your tears and sorrows.

[ceruleanchronicle]

Please make a hsc for TMNT 2012 (Rahp, Leo, Donnie, Mikey)

How do turtles give up after finding out their girlfriend's big secret (e.g. that she was a foot clan soldier... whatever comes to mind) or will they forgive and forget her or will they hold a grudge

Thank you 💙❤️💜🧡

(if this violates your guidelines.....ignore it)

Hey! This doesn't violate my guidelines at all! Also, I'm SO sorry if this lowkey kinda bad but this is my first time actually writing anything, so I hope it's not terrible or cringey LOL.

I wrote this with a bullet point style, so let me know if you would rather a blurb kinda one shot instead.

Warnings: angst no fluff, unhealthy habits, depression, Leo has a love for foot soldiers apparently

2012 boys finding out their girlfriend is a foot solider

Leo-

Breaks up with you immedeantly after he finds out

Feels so betrayed

You're the first girl (besides Karai) that he's ever felt like he had an actual, real connection with

He beats himself up over it constantly because what if you had attacked his brothers or Splinter? He couldn't fathom how that would have played out

Raph deadass bullies him for it too

Goes to Splinter to ask "What's wrong with him" considering this is the SECOND TIME he's fallen for a foot solider. Homie has a type I guess.

Meditates a whole lot more in hopes that it will clear his mind of all thoughts of you

I don't see him as the forgive and forget type unless you're EXTREAMLY persistent in him taking you back. I'm talking constantly calling, texting, going out of your way to see him on his patrols. Then he MIGHT take you back and believe that you genuinely care about him

Raph-

Loses. his. shit.

He thought out of all his brothers, he would be the one able to see through anyone and their secrets

He defiantly holds a grudge against you, but deep down he loves and misses you

He's in the dojo training a lot more to let out some steam. His brothers are very worried about him

Tries to talk to Splinter about how he feels but ultimately gives up because he struggles with identifying his emotions and putting them into words

Donnie-

Now we all saw how obsessed he was with April and that's basically how he was about you, but now, you've basically broken his entire world apart

Shuts himself in his lab and doesn't talk to anyone

Stays up damn near all night trying to distract himself with his machinery. Coffee is his bestie during this time

Leo tries to get him to drink water and eat but Donnie is so concentrated in his work that he forgets

Splinter eventually has to intervene because he's skipping too many meals

Holds a grudge for about a week but after that, if you contact him, he's immediately running back into your arms claiming to his family that you've "changed" and that you "would never hurt them"

Mikey-

Feels so upset.

Tears up as soon as he finds out. Weather that be in the middle of a fight, alone, or with you.

Spirals into a deep depression. He feels emotions far deeper than any of his brothers

Stays in his room a lot more and hardly plays any video games, doesn't play pranks, or watch his shows with his brothers

Of course, his brothers are worried SICK about their baby bro

They want their happy little guy back

Is absolutely the forgive and forget type. He'd take you back in a heartbeat, against his brothers wishes and his own better judgment

Hope this did your ask some justice! Sorry if a few are too short. I find Leo the easiest to write for since he's my favorite LOL

[yanderecandystore]

Hey!!!! Hope you doin ok.

I was wondering if you could write headcanons for the yandere senpai where he gets jealous of all the time you are spending with you’re friend and not him

Thanks for the attention and have a great weak!!!

Is this referring to my old post? [🌧️😤♥️] This one? Because if so then HELL YES!! (but also, if it isn't I'm sorry, I would totally be down to write about a more sweet senpai, cause this guy is mean-)

My favorite flavor is "the senpai actually does like the mc", thank you for requesting this. Have a great week too, boo! I hope you'll enjoy the newest menu addition, Opera Cake! I'll make a profile for him later on X'D

TW/Tags: He can be a bit of a jerk, be patient with him // delusional/in denial // anger issues // light cursing because the author has an dirty vocabulary // bad communication (from you and him lmao) // dangerous jealousy // mentions of stalking // very controlling // sorry for the long ass wait

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Bitter Coffee [Yandere-Tsundere!Male!Senpai! x GN!Reader - Headcanon]:

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec! 🎇

(This is not a continuation nor a prequel, but it does involve the same idea of the post I've mentioned before, which by the way, is old and has some cringey text!)

Christopher was many things, including socially unaware, or at least socially awkward. Yes, the guy was smart, handsome and that edgy grumpy aesthetic could be pretty charming- He looked like a half-dead, lanky librarian with a bad eyesight and that was probably why a lot of people flocked to him.

The man wasn't goth, but he was gothic, ya know? The man was built like a tree and somehow, people just seemed really interested in him! He never really understood why, he just wants to be left alone!! Please!!

He hates having people surround him constantly and talking way too loud, way too close to his face all the time- Seriously, they won't get a kiss doing that? (Which by the way, ew?! Ew. Is what he would think).

He is a very distant person, and he seems to purposefully push people away from him, but he tends to not do that with you- Most of the time.

You were a stalker, it was quite simple, even if he DID make an effort you would still follow him, wouldn't you?!

You were annoying, frankly he knew all about your… "Admiration". Seriously, you're not being sneaky, sugar cube. You were more persistent than the other ones, which was probably how you managed to weasel your way into his life.

… No, that's not true, although he is as friendly as a cactus to everyone including you, he really appreciates your company. You weren't really all that bad at all, but you had a way to make him frustrated that he didn't know how to describe.

So when he sees you avoiding him recently he feels like you're just trying way too hard to make him worried for you- Frankly, he thinks your game of cold-shoulder is dumb and should stop right now!-

Chris didn't think you were doing it on purpose at first, well, to be honest at first he was glad to have his own space for a few days! Especially since he was already busy studying, he could be a smart person but he studying was a focusing nightmare to him-

Then later, after the test week, you still seemed very distant… He thought you were finally focusing on your education like you always complained about, hell, he even came to you one day and told you how proud he was! Even inviting you to study in his house!! He never does that!

Oh… But you didn't understand why he was so happy, and he didn't understand why you rejected his offer… He was wrong on his assumption, then? Or did you really not want to spend time with him?

"As expected, I don't even know why I assumed you would be studying, let me guess- You were too focused on another random piece of media this week? Do I know it? We could talk about it on the way out, like always right?" He wasn't the best with words, and neither with his tone. Yet he was genuinely expecting you to talk to him about it, like you always do!... You didn't. You answered in a hurry and scurried away.

Maybe you were just in a hurry, maybe if he was lucky he'll be able to catch you to walk with him home.

You didn't, but worse than not finding you was seeing you walking around with one of your so-called friends. Mylo, was it? Well, it could be worse… Annie was a LOT more annoying to deal with.

Always so possessive of you, it didn't seem like a healthy friendship at all yet you never took his words seriously… Always so protective of you, as if a leaf couldn't fall on your head that you just break under pressure! [Y/n] is their own individual, ANNIE!!

Says the mf following you two-

Mylo was a lot less direct about his discomfort regarding your crush, well… Your friend had his own motives, and of course he would NEVER do anything to hurt his best friend! But he couldn't bring himself to be mean towards Christopher, maybe he just simply couldn't be mean to anyone perhaps…

So interactions between these two were often civil, polite, yet very not pleasant. Chris never understood how you could be friends with those two, they were clearly obsessed with you.

Wait… was.. Was that why you haven't been able to spend time with him at all?! Because of GODDAMN MYLO?!

"HEY!!" He yelled out as he made his previously hidden presence known, acting as if he just came close to you know and that he hasn't been following you two for a long time now-

Despite your clear confusion since technically the route is fairly different from the one you usually take to go home- He brushed it off by simply placing his right arm above your shoulders and around your neck, being in the middle between you and Mylo.

Who, by the way, noticed it but didn't even try to change the situation.

"Ah, I missed walking around like this! [Y/n], why didn't you tell me you were going this way before? I was planning on going to that ice cream shop you always told me about- Where have you been lately, by the way?"

He is very not subtle about this, he is trying but he can't lie about how his true intentions here is trying to deviate you from walking with your friend. Oh, you were going to his home to play games? So he'll come too, obviously, and if Mylo doesn't want that then too bad! Guess Game Friday will have to be another day!!

Oh… Mylo doesn't… think it's a bad idea to have you two over… That wasn't really the plan, especially since Chris doesn't like to be in someone's house that he doesn't know well enough.

".....ffffffFINE!! Great even!!" He was fuming, it was very obvious how displeased he was with the situation, but he would be damned if he backed down now!

→ Christopher Hill:

He is a dumb-dumb, he'll take a long time to realize he is jealous and then proceed to do everything in his power to make it everyone else's problem.

He doesn't even know he likes you so much, or that all the bad things he says about your friends could be attributed to him.

He finds them possessive and obsessed with you, but he goes out of his way to insert himself on your little "friend hangout" even if it pains him to no end. In this scenario, I mentioned Mylo who isn't very confrontational, and actually is very interested in hanging out with your crush (he is very curious about why you like this twig of a human being so much… maybe he understands it a little bit…).

Annie is almost the complete opposite, she finds Chris's game of cat and mouse with you really unhealthy and wishes you could fall out of love for this guy already- I-It isn't love!! It's just a stupid crush on a stupid guy that never treats you how you deserve to be treated! Annie is very likely to start arguing with Chris over the smallest of things (but never addressing the actual issue in your presence, you don't need to see them at their worst like that…).

Christopher is very awkward with his words, and part of him knows he'll end up losing you for his own condescending tone and overly grumpy attitude- So he doubles down on his bad traits to try to protect himself from the inevitable. But the other part of him thinks you're just playing around, trying to provoke these reactions out of him on purpose, trying to make him jealous because you're so obsessed with him you want to see him be in your shoes for once, is that it?!

Sugar cube, you have NO idea how aggravating it is to suddenly not be in your spotlight, to be ignored without a warning. And for what- Your weird friends?! Oh it just brings out the worst in him.

In the case he gets to spend time with you even in your friend's presence (I'll use the previous scenario for example) he'll be attached to you like a bug, all those previous annoyances with your sudden touch seem to jump out of his mind- He becomes very clingy especially since your friends are very touchy.

Game Friday Night won't be the same with him there, and that goes to every other special friend time you guys may have- He isn't subtle, he doesn't know how to, but he does know how to make you feel guilty. You haven't talked with him in so long! What were you thinking?!

But of course, he won't be AS obvious about it as he doesn't mean to put the blame entirely at you, because it's not your fault, right? It's Mylo's fault, and Chris just needs to get back to the previous schedule-

Where it should be just you and him, the two dummies in their "will they won't they" FRIENDSHIP!! He just needs to take their place, you want game nights? Why not play with him in his house? His bedroom is a lot bigger than yours and Mylo's combined- But if luxury isn't the problem then maybe you'll appreciate the variety of things you two can play.

If he finds your friendships to be really taking a toll on your life (if you continue to ignore him) he might have to turn his offers from demands to orders, sugar cube! Of course he would never do anything to hurt you, but he is literally doing this for your own good, and if you continue to be so childish he might think you've been completely influenced by your friends.

Christopher is a lot more demanding and controlling than the other characters, not above being brutish with you if it means you'll actually listen to him for once! The initially petty, stubborn jealous man can turn into a controlling, raging angst if you don't be careful enough.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[sakuraryomen01]

Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ .o7

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, sukuna gets a hangover + sick!, being ignored(-ish???), talking about that kiss, pizza and wings with your roomie [brief]

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 3.826k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14 .15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20

a/n:: I started writing this chapter while I was finishing up chapter .o6 lolol!! also, tell me if u're not getting tagged in the chapters so that i can fix it! thx for the support and i hope you guys enjoy reading this fanfiction to the end! ❤

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After you had woken up from last night in Sukuna’s arms, you got up to take a small shower. Even though you didn’t want to think about it, it made its way into your mind. What Sukuna had said, the way he touched your body and kissed your neck. Why he mumbled little things like “you’re mine” made your heart ache.

How could you give up on Sukuna when he says things like that?

Reaching down to grab some shampoo, you slick your hair back and start to lather the soapy substance into your hair. You lift your head back and scrub all the worries and thoughts from your mind. 

But wishing the thoughts away, or the touches you shared, wasn’t going to change anything. Yes, you managed to defuse the situation, but it wasn’t with a little work. 

Sukuna’s mumbling replayed in your mind as you finished washing last night’s events off. Quickly grabbing one of his shirts to borrow and wearing your pants from the night before, you went to his kitchen and looked for something that’d be good for a hangover and breakfast. 

You had managed to find some eggs and bacon, adding in some coffee as a drink for Sukuna. Eventually, the sounds of Sukuna showering surfaced as you were plating the meal and adding some butter to a slab of toast you just finished toasting.

"Morning," You heard Sukuna grumble from the hallway. 

Seeing that he was clearly hungover and hungry, you guided him to his living room and placed his meal and coffee onto the coffee table in front of him. Also giving him a pat on the back, you went to grab your food to join him. He wasn’t visibly upset by the events of the other night, making you wonder if he really cared at all what happened.

Wasn’t it nerve wracking for him too? Didn’t it make him upset or nervous?

You didn’t get your answer for another few days. Not a text, nor a call. Even during classes, Sukuna was either not attending or he was taking a sick day. It worried you, since he had started skipping his tutoring lessons too. Concerned for his health, and all around well-being, you decided that stopping by with a few gifts would make him feel better.

After classes and work, you took another moment to send Sukuna a text that you’d be stopping by for a few minutes with some Advil for his headache. Although you felt it was cringey, you grabbed him some stomach medicine as well, making your way over to the male’s dorm a little after 10:30 pm.

You knocked on the door of Sukuna’s dorm and patiently waited for some kind of sign that he was home, and awake. Though, you doubted after a while of waiting. Making you wonder if he was intentionally ignoring you after the kiss. You didn’t blame him, if you kissed him and told him he was yours, you’d want to stop talking to him out of embarrassment. 

“Sukuna?” You tried after a minute or two of waiting, knocking again before there was a click and the door began to slowly creak open.

Seeing a tired, and disgruntled Sukuna behind it, with messy hair and hoods under his eyes, you let out a small coo of pity. He looked worn out and stressed, making you feel guilty for making him look like this. Sukuna, though, took a breath and mumbled a small greeting before letting you into his home.

“I’m sorry about not going to class,” He finally said, as if to defuse the awkwardness between you. “I haven’t been feeling well, I might’ve caught some bug.”

“Oh, really?” You asked, looking around the living room and seeing tissues strewn across the couch and coffee table. “I thought it was something else. Sorry for bothering you, I just came to tell you about the assignments you were missing.”

Sukuna hummed, sitting back down on his small throne of warm blankets and dirty tissues. “Ah, alright. I noticed you texted me too. Did you really bring Advil? It’d help right about now..”

You nod and sit next to Sukuna on the couch, handing him the bag you brought with you. Inside sat a small container of Advil, a bottle of water, some quick and easy to make chicken noodle soup. He looked at the bag’s contents before handing you the soup and taking out the water and medicine.

“Can you make this for me?” He asked, opening the Advil and water, taking a pill and a sip before laying back on the pillow he had under his head. “You can make yourself something too, but I haven’t been shopping yet.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” You said, standing and heading to the kitchen. “I’ll go out while you’re asleep to get you some things!”

You heard a grunt of disapproval that made you giggle, grabbing a pot from the cupboard and turning on the heat. Turning your attention to Sukuna, you see him lying face up with a pained expression. He looked more tired and ill than you’ve ever seen him before; even as a child it was hard for Sukuna to even get something small. 

Half the time, you thought he was invincible while you got the cold a lot during the snowy season. 

“The soup should be done in a few minutes,” You announced, walking around the living room and gathering the dirty tissues that littered the room. Grimacing, Sukuna nodded as you got closer. “Let me get your temperature too, just to be safe.”

“Fine,” He grumbled, taking a few steady breaths as you sat down and pressed a cold hand to his forehead. “Mm, your hand feels really nice.”

“‘Cause you’re burning up!” You exclaimed, quickly standing to grab the chicken noodle soup and return with a bowl prepared for Sukuna to eat. “Here, eat some of this okay? I’ll go get you some food for your fridge.”

Sukuna shook his head, sitting up to start eating. “No, that’s fine. I already feel pathetic for your help enough.”

Pathetic? Sukuna? Nah, that couldn’t be true.

“Don’t get all stubborn and pissy with me,” You said, a firm frown placed on your face as Sukuna ate. “Just because you’re sick doesn’t make you pathetic.”

There was a distant look that crossed Sukuna’s face before he went quiet and put down the bowl of soup. “It’s not that I’m sick.”

After waiting for a few minutes for an explanation, you dropped the conversation even though you knew exactly what he was talking about. That kiss. He probably regretted it, or thought what he said was stupid and childish. You pat Sukuna’s shoulder as he looks up at you, a confused expression now on his face.

“Now’s not the best time to talk about that,” You muttered, smiling warmly at the grumpy man. “You need to focus on getting better, and then tutoring for the next few days. Alright?”

Sukuna slowly nods, taking in your words. You didn’t need an explanation right now. Waiting a little while wouldn’t kill you.

“..Okay,” Sukuna muttered, finishing his food and laying back down. Watching you stand and gather your things before leaving the small apartment like home. 

You left the male’s dorm to go grab some more medicine when you got a text message. Quickly, you climbed into your car and picked up your phone. It was from Yuji. Thinking back, it had been almost a month since you had last spoken to him on the phone. That is, if you included all the studying you were doing for tests and such. 

Yuji- Hey, Y/n! I was wanting to ask you something about Sukuna?

You tilted your head in confusion, wondering if Sukuna had told him about what happened. Maybe he did? No, he’d probably keep something like that secret. Then again, you barely know him now. You’d never know.

You- Yeah? What’s up?

You also added another small excuse for your absence and you almost immediately got a response. The conversation started with Yuji asking about Sukuna’s grades, which you thought were pretty tame and understandable, so you told him point blank what was happening.

You- Sukuna’s kinda struggling in some classes, so my professor asked for me to tutor him. He’s getting better though. Did he tell you he got sick at all?

Yuji- Ah man! That explains it I suppose… I was wondering where he went after telling me what happened between y’all. ><;;

And just like that, you knew your suspicions were confirmed. With a sigh, you asked what he meant for confirmation:

Yuji- He told me about that party. He said something to a guy named Fushiguro about you and him. It was a really random convo, but I thought you knew already?

You were kind of confused for a moment, although you did see them talking you assumed it was about something else. Never did you think it was about you and Sukuna. Starting up the car, you dialed Yuji’s number and waited for him to answer. After a few moments, Yuji’s cheerful voice rang from your phone and you put the device to your cheek. Pulling out of the parking lot, you ask Yuji what Sukuna had talked about.

“It’s the first time we’ve talked on a phone!” Yuji chuckled. “A little weird, but I think I’ll get used to it, haha!”

You laughed with Yuji, starting to drive to the drug store. “I know, it’s a little weird for me too.”

There was a small silence before Yuji brought up the conversation Sukuna had with him.

“He told me that Fushiguro gave him some advice about y’alls relationship. Something like, ‘Just tell her what you’re feeling’, I think. Knowing my brother though, he’d keep all those feelings inside, and nudging him would just piss him off.”

You nodded, as if Yuji would see it, pulling into the parking lot of a local grocery store. The lights were dim, but it was quite apparent to you that it was still open. You unbuckled yourself and stepped out of the car, quickly putting your keys away and making note of what to buy.

“Sorry if this is really sudden, but..” You mumbled, walking through the rows of parked cars and vacant spots, lowering your voice slightly. “How were you and Sukuna after I left?”

You were rewarded with a small silence, a sigh and then a response: “It’s complicated.”

“I can handle complicated things, Yuji.”

He grumbled, but you understood why. The situation that they were in while you all lived there was rather harsh. Sukuna and Yuji’s dad was in a constant drunken state, making your parents worry a little about your safety and their’s. Often offering help to the boys whenever they needed a break from their father’s yelling and abuse. Although they couldn’t take Sukuna and Yuji in, they ended up like their second parents. 

Sukuna and Yuji loved your parents as much as they adored you, and it filled you with guilt now that you were unable to mend things for the past. Even though you couldn’t, you were determined to make it up to Sukuna, to Yuji. 

Half of you felt like you were trying to mend your own broken ego, but the other half was telling you that you owed it to them. Unable to swallow down that guilt, you began to accept it as Yuji started to talk to you about the events that transpired after your move.

“While I didn’t have many problems other than our old man, Sukuna kinda..” Yuji trailed, exhaling probably a lot of emotions he didn’t want to feel. “He went out of control, really.

“He got into lots of fights at school, got suspended a lot. Sometimes, he’d yell at me when he wasn’t in a good mood. Started smoking with the older kids. It was a lot for him.”

There was another pause as you got into the shopping area, pushing a cart in front of you and looking at the items that lined the shelves. Looking from ramen to other assorted things you felt were alright, you began to pile some basic things into the cart.

“Sukuna almost dropped out,” Yuji cut into your train of thought, making you stop suddenly in shock. Phone shaking in your hand and making some passerby glance at you with a confused and concerned look on their faces. “He didn’t, don’t worry. He made it to college, didn’t he?”

You pressed your brows and lips together and a frustrated pout. He’s barely passing though. He was gone for a lot of the year and is taking even more sick days right now. 

You didn’t tell Yuji this, seeing as it’d worry him. “Y/n?”

“Sorry, I’m shopping right now,” You say sheepishly, laughing weakly as you make your way over to another aisle and looking through a bunch of small pre-made meals that Sukuna might enjoy. “Go ahead, continue.”

“Alright.” Yuji responded, although he whined about bothering you which made you smile. “So, now, I suppose you can say that he’s doing well. He’s still smoking and shit, but that’s expected since it’s a habit. He’s working on it though.”

You let out a small hum, looking through the protein section, gathering what you thought would be good for some breakfast meat. Once Yuji voiced his concern about your silence, you reassured that you were alright.

“I promise, Yu.” You said, stopping once again as you continued to chat on the phone. “Sorry for bringing that stuff up again for you, I know it can be a little hard to talk about it–”

“It’s okay,” Yuji says in an attempt to calm you, with a boyish giggle ringing out from your speaker. “To be completely honest, it helped me relax a little while talking about it. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

A burn in your heart rested heavy in your chest. The feeling of guilt and worry made you ache, knowing that Sukuna had every right to want nothing to do with you. But the gratitude you felt for it was unimaginable. It was like it lifted your spirits, knowing Sukuna was still there to help if something went wrong. Yuji and you continued to talk on the phone for another few minutes– more like an hour or so –until you were in line to purchase your items. 

Once you got to the cashier, you smiled. “I’ll see ya soon, Yuji.”

“Mhm, c’ya!”

“Having a good day, hun?” said the woman at the register. Her messy dark hair up in a very loose bun. Her dark eyes shimmering with a sleepy delight. 

“Yea, it’s alright so far,” You answered as she started scanning your items. Looking through your pocket, you pulled out your wallet and began looking for your card. “I’ll be paying with a card.”

She nods at this, bagging things up as she rang your receipt and total. In the midst of this, you looked down at the shirt that you had borrowed from Sukuna. Realizing quickly that you still needed to return it even if you didn’t really want to. It smelled just like him, an almost calming smell that made your heart flutter.

“22.35 is your payment.”

Running the card through the small scanner, you started grabbing bags and piled them back into the cart. Tugging at the ends of the large shirt and pushing the shopping cart outside to where you parked. It had been almost twenty minutes since you got to the store when your phone buzzed with a notification in your back pocket. 

You got back into the vehicle and paused to look at the message, seeing Sukuna’s name on your lock screen. “He texted me?”

He’s so sick, I hope he doesn’t end up pushing himself..

The text consisted of a small thank you and to text him when you were finished. While you didn’t think it was much, you decided to text him back. 

You– I just got finished. I’ll be coming by shortly. I need to return your shirt to you too lol

Starting up the engine once again you pulled out of the parking spot, making your way over to the main road and turning on your blinker. Your phone buzzed again, but you decided to wait until you got to your college before looking at it. Thoughts raced through your head as you drove back home.

What should you tell Sukuna when you see him? Apologizing wouldn’t do much since it’s already too late, it’d be worth the shot though. You sigh, slowing down as you near your destination. 

Sitting in the car quietly and taking a moment to breath and work through all the events that’s happened. You pick up your phone and see Sukuna’s name again, unlocking the device and going to messages to see his text.

Sukuna– Keep it. I’ve been meaning to get rid of it anyways.

There was a small tingle in your body, a shiver that ran up your spine. Unable to make out what this shiver was, you looked down at the dark clothing piece. Seeing an old band name with a few small holes in the bottom of the shirt around the hem, ending just at your mid thigh. It was worn out, a random shirt you grabbed, but it felt like it was more than that to you. 

You responded with a small okay, quickly getting out of the car and collecting the groceries. It took a few tries, but you managed to get all the things you purchased up to the male’s dorm. 

“Sukuna, I’m back,” Knocking on the door, you waited for a few moments with shaky arms. The weight of all the food was making you tired at this point, and when Sukuna opened the door you rushed inside to put the bags on the counter.

“Haahh!! Finally!”

 A shocked expression was written on the sick man’s face mixed with an amused smirk. He closed the door and made his way over to you, looking through all the bags and then at you, taking in your panting figure and chuckling weakly.

 “I told you before, you didn’t need to do this.”

“Shush, just accept it,” You sighed, with a small smile on your face in return. 

Sukuna rolled his eyes and put down the blanket that covered him on the couch before he started helping you put up things. You bickered and whined about him helping you, but he told you it didn’t matter and that it’d be done faster if he helped. Reluctantly, you agreed and continued putting things in the fridge.

After everything was put away, you turned back and bumped into Sukuna. His maroon eyes angled downward, connecting with yours. Silence clouded over you and him, the air becoming thick again as you both stood in the middle of his kitchen.

“Y’know that it was nothing, right?” He eventually mumbled, his breathing low and voice deep. Sukuna’s words made your stomach churn, an uncomfortable feeling that you didn’t really like boiling in the pit of your gut.

You averted your eyes, pressing your lips together and breaking eye contact. Despite your silence, he continued, crossing his arms as well. “I was drunk, and acted without thinking.”

“..Thought so,” You mumbled quietly, clasping your hands behind your back. “I’ll see you later.”

It had been days since it had happened, and bringing it up so suddenly made you uncomfortable. Your heart ached, your stomach hurt. Everything was in pain. It tore you to bits, but you understood where he was coming from.

He doesn’t want me to get my hopes up.

So, after you had gotten your things and said a quick goodbye, you headed over to your dorm. A heavy heart laid bare in your chest, an ache that you felt wouldn’t be able to heal by tomorrow. With each step farther and farther away from him made the strings inside pluck a sad tune. You had denied you wanted any sort of thing for Sukuna, and for it to be returned, but even so you felt the pain was too much. Too much for your fragile heart, weak mind.

Unlocking the door to your home, you pushed open the door to the smell of pizza and chicken.

“Shoko?” You try, taking a few steps inside and looking around before spotting her in the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting some things made for you.” She answered, pushing a place of your favorite pizza and some hot wings with ranch towards you on the counter. “You were missing for a few days, hun. Got me wondering what happened to you.”

With a distasteful sigh, you grab the plate and make your way into the living room and she follows. Sitting on the couch with you and waiting silently to hear any form of a response. You didn’t want to talk, but letting the heartache sit and fester like a disease wouldn’t do you any good.

“I visited Sukuna,” You finally mumble, taking a bite of pizza and letting the flavors sit in your mouth for a moment before swallowing. “He’s sick, so I brought him a few things and some food.”

“...And?” She pressed, scooting closer while her show continued to play on the T.V.

“And nothing. I just said goodbye and will see him later.”

The response obviously didn’t make her happy, her brows pressing together slightly before she huffed and rested her cheek on your fist. Letting her elbow hang from the top of the couch, relaxing her body into the cushions. “That’s odd. Aren’t y’all a thing?”

You cringed. Getou probably said something like that. No, Gojo.

“No. Just friends.”

Shoko shrugged, stealing one of your wings and looking at the T.V. “You two looked like you were dating.”

Whatever that meant, you didn’t let it get to you. No matter how much it made you blush or it made the feelings in your tummy churn. “You and Getou have lost brain cells.”

After you had eaten and said goodnight to Shoko, you made your way into the bathroom and got into the shower. Washing your hair and face, making sure to try and relax despite the fact Shoko’s words didn’t leave you. 

“You two looked like you were dating.”

She’s just seeing things then! You said to yourself, pouting your lip a little. Her and Getou acted like a couple too, but it’s not like they were actually dating. They were just fuck buddies that got high together whenever he visited. 

Sukuna and I are too different to be dating.

Sukuna doesn’t forgive me either.

Once dried off and dressed, you went into your bedroom to sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come easily when you felt a sting in your chest and a never ending flow of nightmares that kept you on your toes. 

a/n: i've been worried that my tagging isn't really working >_>;;; but i'll try retagging as many as possible so that you guys get the reading you wanted! ik chapter .o6 was a lot, seeing as we've got a long way to go before the ending, but i wanted some action so that it doesn't get too boring and plain. anyways, thx for the support and hope to see you guys soon! ❤

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[dalsrealities]

⌞𝓓ALILA𝓗⌝

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎.

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𝓐BOUT ⟢ 𝓜YSELF

Hheelloooo!!!! i'm Dal (actually Elena but in my dr im Dalilah so we'll keep it that way...) i'm fifteen, soon i'll be sixteen so don't worry! i'm Argentinian but i'll speak in English since i can't find spanish people in here, sadly.

im just a teenager, a girl, woman, uh, and human!! i listen to different genres of music because i cant decide which one i like, and since i am chronically in the internet i hear anything and everything. i'm a weirdo but not because i'm pretty normal (???.

i can be everything, literally. it's a CURSE, but anyways. part of me screams nerd, weirdo (if i didn't mention that before), stupid, BUT, another part screams icon, it girl, the most chic and bohemian bitch you'll ever see. it's up to yall what you think of me, so.

𝓓alilah's favorites & 𝓜ore

────୨ৎ──── 𝓢eries

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────୨ৎ──── 𝓕ilms

Then movies, the pianist; shattered my heart in MILLION pieces, the pursuit of happiness; i cried myself to sleep the night i watched it because i felt bad for the lil kid, pulp fiction; idk i watched i with my dad, it's a classic in my family, and lastly, the assassin; im a HUGE fan of the smiths, so you can tell i really enjoyed it.

────୨ৎ────𝓜usic

yall i swear to GOD i have over a thousand of different favorite artists and genres, i literally forget all of them when i have to mention them. but here i go! 𓇼 Aespa: i'm into kpop like im into fish -im allergic to fish-, but somehow, aespa managed to pull me into their world. man, i don't know what them song have, they just too good. 𓇼 Queen: roger taylor's number one fan since a child. do not argue with me right now. 𓇼 NewJeans: or whatever they're called now because something happened with Hybe i think. i don't know, same with aespa. genuinely love them. 𓇼 The Cardigans, The Smiths, The Clash, every band with "the" honestly. me and my family have always been into sad 80's music.

Yall im making this too long, im a certified yapper

𝓢hifting 𝓙ourney

i started "shifting" in 2020, question marks because i actually never shifted at that time, yall the mis-information was CRAZY back then.

i left it because i took like, a break, between 2021 and 2022, got back at it in 2023 but only did scripts. i was honestly just focused on renovating my information with the right one, 2024 i was lazy but i did try some methods. BUT, on 2025 i WILL shift, on God itself and his baby mama and his small cute baby.

OKAY I HOPE YALL LIKE ME BECAUSE I SPENT A LOT TRYNA WRITE THIS DOWN (i genuinely have zero creativity to write. im probably the most boring person in Tumblr)

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𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕.

────୨ৎ──── outer banks dr

just needed my teenage romance mixed with the beach life. honestly 10/10 (haven´t shifted yet but we're getting there!!) ⤷ s/o: JJ, duh.

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so, i just wanted drama at the moment i scripted this reality -i still want the drama guys-. wanted to be a diva and dress with chic/bohemian clothes. ⤷ s/o: Nate Archibald, i apologized to both Serena and Blair...

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girl i became so obssessed with seojun after i watched this series -i still am-. i scripted this reality also because it seemed so cool (even tho it's kinda cringey...), i don't know, leave me alone⤷ s/o: seojun, of couuurseee

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i just love being famous, the idea of being an icon. i just love being a cunty diva. i scripted that i can like, do whatever what i want so i don't get lots of scandals. i know i'd be a very controversial celebrity ⤷ s/o: none, sadly. i just wanted it to flow, so i could be with whoever i wanted 😈

𓇼 whats in my fame dr bag 𓇼 makeup routine

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girls i just wanna achieve my childhood dream. i used to do ballet but i quit when i was 11. WORST DECISION SO FAR. when i tell you im stiff, i mean it. i lost so much elasticity omg.⤷s/o: an invented man because no boy could ever meet my awesome standards

𓇼 whats in my ballet bag

────୨ৎ──── soloist dr -kpop-

idk guys just wanted to. i really dont know what to say. i don't even listen that much kpop, i just think the dances are super fun. like, giselle in the middle in whiplash, girl that was so hard i went FERAL. ⤷ s/o: cha eunwoo/woo dohwan, i cannot decide

𓇼 stage makeup routine

okay so that's allllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!! im so excited to do this wtf??? i just wanna blog about my dr ant stuff. i wanna be cool like all the other bloggers on here

[maya-matlin]

Hi!! I saw you've been reblogging OTH and remembered that I have so many UOs about that show! I was hoping to confess them to you and would obviously love to hear yours as well if you're comfortable sharing! A few: I hate Leyton, don't think they have any chemistry and they bring out the worst, most unhappy sides of each other - i like ships who have similarities but these two are alike in the worst ways that just bring out each other's flaws. And the attempt to show Leyton being more playful and carefree once they were together just felt so forced and unnatural that it was cringey. I LOVED Jeyton and think that ship brings out by far the happiest and best Peyton and love how Peyton makes carefree goofy Jake deeper - they're perfect for each other. I love Brucas despite not liking the love triangle or really Lucas in general with anyone other than Brooke. Despite season 2 being Naley's worst season, I really love it -mostly because of Brooke's growth, Jeyton, Brucas developing such a deep friendship etc. And finally even though I really wanted to love Brulian I just don't - something about the writing and acting for Julian doesn't work for me AT ALL, he came off like such a sleazy, slick jerk initially and then they tried too hard to make him endearingly dorky and neither persona felt authentic, and he and Brooke just felt so forced to me. We all want to see Brooke get the happily ever after she deserved but it just feels so unearned and unnatural to me and I swear I'm not saying that just because I love Brucas's dynamic! Also regarding Clay and Quinn---the Clay forgetting he had a son thing was insane even for this show and just has me genuinely worried for his stability going forward and Quinn kind of came off like a vapid moron to me not gonna lie lol. Okay, thank you SOOOOO much for letting me vent these to you - it was the OTH-themed therapy I couldn't afford! And despite all this I still love the show and may even start a blog about it lol. You're the best :)

LOL thank you for feeling comfortable sharing all of that with me!

First of all, I pretty much agree about Leyton. They're one of my least favorite ships of all time for a reason. I could understand the appeal back in season 1 and even think they had a smidgen of chemistry back then. But later, absolutely not. The narrative deviated too far away from the idea that Lucas and Peyton were supposed to end up together. Lucas had a big crush on Peyton and was very into the idea of her. But after deciding he wanted to become a better guy and getting to know both girls as a friend, he realized he was in love with Brooke. It's never made ANY sense to me in universe that Lucas would decide to go for the much more difficult option of winning back Brooke over trying again with Peyton if his heart wasn't 100% with Brooke. So by the time the story started to change in season 4, it felt abrupt and unbelievable for Lucas to be "in denial" about his true feelings. Even worse, they played out the exact same story beats in season 5 when the triangle was between Peyton and Lindsey. So, does breaking up with Peyton result in Lucas becoming so distraught that his feelings for her go in the proverbial vault where he genuinely believes they're not there anymore, only for them to come out at just the right, convenient moment? Or does Lucas use Peyton as his easy, backup plan and only passively return to "true love always" when he has no other option and feels she's waited long enough? Anyways, I completely agree about Lucas and Peyton bringing out each other's worst qualities. I strongly feel that they become the worst, most selfish versions of themselves when they're together. They are incapable of getting their shit together without emotionally devastating other people in the process. And by late season 3, Peyton is such a lesser version of who she used to be in service of her being the ideal person for Lucas. Like, the idea that Brooke is becoming more independent and maybe not relying as much on Lucas's physical presence is supposed to signal alarm bells ringing that she doesn't love him enough? But Peyton's love is true because the writers constantly stick her into situations where the prince has to save the damsel in distress? It really does Peyton a disservice. It's okay to desire love and to want someone who will care for you and have your back when you need them, but Peyton's life always takes such a depressing turn right around the time she decides she wants Lucas. Ex: attempted rape, Ellie's death, school shooting, not being successful in LA. The problem with LP is that they were such an angsty couple to begin with. That's where they thrived. Whenever their relationship became more happy and cheesy, the chemistry was completely off. Whatever the opposite of natural chemistry is, that's what they had.

I don't have much to add about Brucas and Jeyton, but I feel the same way. I feel like their love stories were well written during seasons 2 and 3 and even parts of season 1. The chemistry between both was undeniable, and Brooke and Jake brought out much more likable, more selfless sides of Lucas and Peyton.

YES. I'm a big fan of season 2. While not every aspect of it was the best, the highs outweighed the lows for me. Almost all of the episodes are watchable and have great moments in them that don't detract from them. In my opinion, season 4, in contrast, is actively more bad than good up until 409, and overall has a much different tone from the first three seasons. Both Brooke and Peyton suffer from awful writing, and Haley is pushed into the background during her own pregnancy to focus almost exclusively on Nathan.

I get what you mean. I haven't gotten to the Julian years on my current rewatch, but they never grabbed me the way Brucas did. The chemistry was just.. lesser. It's no one's fault. You can't predict which actors are going to pop on screen. It makes sense that Brooke's chemistry and relationship with Julian would feel more comfortable and sweet rather than passionate and intense. But at the same time, I don't root for them as much as I'd like to for those exact reasons. I feel like when Brucas was at their best, none of Brooke's other relationships could come close. Julian's writing was odd. He's actively a different character in season 6 compared to seasons 8 and 9. I really wish he hadn't been introduced as Peyton's former love interest. That wasn't needed.

As for Clay and Quinn, I'm mostly neutral on Quinn as a character and their relationship. But I agree that Clay forgetting he had a child was A LOT. They could have easily adopted a child together, but instead they decided Clay needed a long lost child with his dead wife. The only reason they halfway got away with that is because Logan was by far the cutest kid alive.

You should definitely start an OTH blog! I'd follow you. <3

Unpopular opinions:

I could never hate or resent Haley for the tour. I think the writing surrounding all of that was incredibly sexist and kind of manipulative so that it would be in Nathan's favor rather than Haley's. We spent so much time on his perspective and his depression over the whole thing, but pretty much no screen time was devoted to Haley's time on the tour or what her conflicting feelings were re: Nathan and her marriage until she came home at the end of the season. There were different ideas offered up in regards to Haley/Chris. One was that she was simply envious of his freedom to pursue his dreams. Another is that Haley had genuine romantic feelings for Chris and was lying to herself for obvious reasons. I don't feel like any of that was given any closure.

I actively ignore the Brooke/Nathan sex tape. It was painfully clear the retcon was only added in to let Peyton (and Lucas) off the hook for betraying Brooke a second time and to conveniently "even the score" while making it appear Brooke had been a hypocrite all along.

Peyton confessing to Brooke that she still had feelings for Lucas wasn't noble, and her behavior after Brooke became hurt and angry to the point of asking Brooke whether or not she loved Lucas makes it clear that at least subconsciously, Peyton wasn't saying what she said solely to be honest and clear the air.

I shipped Haley and Chris a little bit. I'm so happy they never got together because it would have ruined everything, but there were vibes there.

I liked Alex better than Mia.

I love Rachel and think the writers did her SO dirty.

Deb was cringy after season 1. She still had good moments and I know that professionally, Barbara preferred her work as later Deb, but I always preferred the Deb that somewhat had her shit together. Later on, it felt like she was turned into too much of an anti Karen.

Anna was a good character. She was just awkwardly paired with Lucas and attached to Felix - who was the WORST.

So I guess my unpopular opinions are that I love most of the female characters? Even Peyton, even though it probably didn't come across that way LOL

[melshome]

painter splattered teardrops - chapter 6

cw angst, fluff, body shaming, slowburn??, harrassment, abuse MENTION SELF-HARM!!!! ⚠ characters scaramouche/f!reader a/n AHH this is the first time i've ever written a CHAPTER 6 of a series 😭 the amount of times i've given up on writing a series...

PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THERE IS A MENTION OF SELF-HARM IN THIS CHAPTER!!

i really hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! i did enjoy writing this chapter :3

taglist (if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series, pls let me know in the comments!!) ; @moonbyunniee @local-mr-frog

The next day at school, you were expecting him to be here, but you keep forgetting he's suspended for a week.

You go on with your day, studying for the upcoming exams during break, as Childe has some sort of soccer competition between the other students in the grade.

As you're opening your laptop to continue writing your essay, the sunshine in front of you disappears, and someone is standing in front of you.

"Childe, I thought you were-" You look up, chuckling, but your eyes land on the person who was in front of you, your eyes widen.

He's standing there, with his arms crossed, and he's smirking at you.

"What? Am I that scary?" He asks.

"Kunikuzushi..? What on earth are you doing here? What if a teacher sees you? Aren't you supposed to be suspended?" You shoot a load of questions at him, forgetting that he does not like answering questions.

"Y/N.." he says with his eyes closed, tapping his foot. You close your mouth, remembering.

"Ah.. sorry sorry, I forgot.." You quietly back up.

"Wait, do you want to go to the art room? So no one finds out you're here?" You ask, quickly turning around.

Kunikuzushi seems to be surprised by your offer, but he seems to agree. You pack up your stuff, and walks to the art room, glancing to the side time to time, to make sure he's following you. The worry in her eyes as she asks all the questions, makes Kunikuzushi love her even more. The panic in her eyes when she realizes that he doesn't like answering too many questions, is so cute. Kunikuzushi actually felt like admitting to himself that he likes her. But he, again, told himself, that Y/N is just a cute person in general.

As they're walking to the classroom, he pretends to not notice, but he notices Y/N glancing at him time to time. He wanted to say something about it, but he just figured it was her way of making sure he was following her.

When they finally arrive to the art room, Y/N closes the door, and locks it. Kunikuzushi sits down at the counter near the window, and looks at Y/N, as she tries to figure out what to say to him. How to word it correctly, so he doesn't think she's a weirdo.

"I don't.." Y/N starts.

Kunikuzushi waits for her to continue.

"I don't blame you. I really don't, I really think she deserved that punch, I hate the way she made me feel around you guys... and how I thought of myself.. so.."

Her face is pink from the embarrassment of telling the words to him, but she keeps on talking, making eye contact with him a few times.

"I wish I could have the power to make Signora get the punishment instead of you, but as you know, I don't have that kind of power, but at the same time.. You know, I don't think anyone does?"

Kunikuzushi stares at her, before chuckling.

She looks at him in horror, wondering what she said to hurt his feelings, even though in her head, she knows she somehow made him laugh.

"Kunikuzushi, what? What did I say? Ah, it's that cringey, is it?" Y/N asks, frowning and going through her head at all the things she said to Kunikuzushi.

"Y/N.. No it's fine, you didn't say anything wrong," Kunikuzushi gets off from the counter, and goes over to the Y/N. You can see how flustered she is getting, just from him walking over to her, which Kunikuzushi finds amusing.

She finally stops at the counter. She places her hand on the counter handle, wanting something to hold. Kunikuzushi places his hand on top of the counter, leaning down to Y/N.

"Y/N.. I.. really wanted to hear those words.. Thank you.." There was such genuine in his eyes, that she actually thought he was acting, but he wasn't the kind of person to do that.

She opens her mouth to say something, but she closes it back, when he continues.

"I wanted to wait until the end of my suspension to talk to you, but I couldn't get you out of my head. I was wondering if you were okay.. if I somehow.. hurt you.. in any way.." he glances to the side, frowning at the thoughts of her, being upset.

Y/N stares at him, on the verge of crying.

Kunikuzushi looks back at her. He frowns at her, wondering why she looks like she's about to cry.

"What happened?! What did I do to you?" He asks, taking her arms and examining them, to see if he accidently hurt her somehow when he placed his hands on the counter.. As he flips her arms, he notices the faint lines on her forearm.

"Huh.." Kunikuzushi stares at the faint lines, and looks back at Y/N.

She seems surprised, but at the same time, she looks like she was expecting this. She didn't pull her arms away, like how she used to when someone grabbed her wrist.

"Uh.. Let me explain.. before anything comes into your head.." Y/N gently takes Kunikuzushi's hand off her wrist. She props herself onto the counter, and Kunikuzushi looks at her, a small frown on his face.

She glances anywhere but his eyes, just staring at his shirt collar.

"Uhm.. So.. before I met you and Childe.. Signora's bullying.. was much worse.. She.." She hesitates, before quickly saying,

"Promise me, you won't do anything to her. I don't want you to get into trouble again.."

Kunikuzushi takes her hands, and holds them.

"You.. you don't need to tell me.. You can tell me another time.. when you're ready.." Kunikuzushi says.

Y/N gives a sad smile.

"It's fine, I want to tell you."

"Signora.. she.. she did all sorts of things.." You slowly explain to him the kinds of things she did, tears falling down your face, as you remember how painful it was as she did them. The tears stream down your face, wetting your shirt.

Kunikuzushi continues holding your hand, listening to you.

"And.." You give a croaky chuckle, from crying.

"Yeah.. Haha.. That's how these," you gesture to your arm, "happened. I didn't really have anyone to talk to back then. My mother was busy taking care of my younger siblings so I couldn't bring myself to tell her," Y/N wipes her eyes.

"You.." He starts.

Y/N places her finger on his lips, shushing him. "It's fine Kunikuzushi, you don't need to say anything. I'm doing much better, I stopped a few days after I became friends with you and Childe, so don't worry," Y/N smiles, acting all normal now.

Kunikuzushi just had to follow Y/N, out to the field, to see Childe. He couldn't say anything to cheer her up. He couldn't say anything to let her know that he is here for her to talk to.

[laladellakang]

here for my ree appreciation ask because you deserve to hear more of it 😤🩷🩷🩷 but anyway!! as a writer i know it gets rlly touch to put out works, especially when we never seem to be satisfied with what we write!! but just wanted to thank you for always doing your best for us your readers and della!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷 maybe it’s that you don’t get the feedback that you want to hear, or that you’re very hard on yourself, but it’s okay if sometimes you feel a little down!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍 you’re no robot - you’re allowed to feel insecure and ask for reassurance!! but just remember that even tho you might sometimes doubt yourself, you have a thousand readers (and counting!) who love your work and the world you created with della 💖💖💖💖💖 your work does make a difference!! it touches people’s hearts and inspires people — myself included — because your writing creates an experience is real and heartfelt! it’s something you give your all into making, and we appreciate the work you put into it!! 💖🩷💖🩷💖🩷 SO THANK YOU REE FOR BEING THE BESTEST WRITER ON TUMBLR!! YOU AND DELLA ARE AMAZING AND SO ARE ALL YOUR CREATIONS 😊🫶

HI BBYYYY YOU'RE FILLED WITH SO MUCH LOVE AND SUPPORT I DON'T DESERVE THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCHH

i guess i feel a little down because of both and i really don't mind people not giving me feedback because, like i always say, you guys are here to read and indulge yourselves into this universe that i created so giving me messages and feedback isn't really something you need to do

i know so many people love della and the work i do but as i progress, i worry that what i write is still too cringey (because it really used to be omg but yknow, at least i had creativity) but i really really really appreciate these kind words and i hope you're doing well with mila as well. i heard you're taking a little break and i hope you get the rest you need and good luck with real world stuff bby! 🤍

YOU SAYING THE LAST CAPSLOCK BITS ARE MAKING ME TEAR UP. STOP OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH ILYYYYY 🤍 again and again, i'm really sorry if i sound so dry omg i'm so bad at doing this and i swear it's not you (my irl texts are so much worse than these)

I WANT TO MAKE YOU PROUD DIAAAA, i wanna make all my readers proud but you literally see della as your MUSE so i really wanna work hard and give you (and also followers like @clar-iii @angie-x3 🦥anon you guys have been so patient with me, it's insane 😭😭) ilysm :(

[professormingisglasses]

QUESTIONS...

FFwriter X idolseonghwa (kinda)

TW: talks of anxiety and mental illnesses, starts of like smutty(?)… but trust it's not like that. (let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: This is me getting used to writing for Hwa, I hope it isn’t too cringey but this concept came to me while daydreaming haha. Also I feel like it would funny if this ever happened to an atiny IRL. Anyways enjoy, and for the most part I think it’s gn! but once again let me know and give feedback :)

XO your fave shinestar ;)

(I’m Ot8 for the most part, I CANNOT CHOOSE and I don’t want to hehe. You’ll see further down what I mean)

He pried me away from the crowd and sat me down one of the velvety couches in the hallway. “Why did you bring me here?” I ask Seonghwa hazed and dizzy from the dance floor. “I called three times and you didn’t answer, do you have any clue how worried I was,” he gritted out while roughly brushing his hands through his obsidian locks. Finally coming to my senses, “But why, after all the things I said about yo-” he cuts me off, crashing his plump lips into mine and he carefully press my back into the velvet. I groan against his lips as he grabs a fist of my hair to allow access to my neck. “Tell me if you want to stop sweetheart,” he mutters in between the nibbles and nips at my neck. I’m so heady all I can offer him is whiney hum, I never want him to shit.

“Why did I write that,” I aggressively erase my mistake while frantically peaking at the time on the top of my computer, 3:25 AM. My readers will just have to wait for the next part, I tell myself as I quickly finish up the loose ends to make a cliffhanger. “Sorry for the ending guys,” I sound out while typing my authors note, “Please be patient and ready for a part two, XO your fav shinestar ;).” I press post, setting my laptop on my haphazardly organised desk and crawl into bed. Catching a glimpse of my alarm clock; 3:36 AM. Groaning into my pillow*,* I punch my clock giving myself three hours of sleep before I have to run down to the station for work. I dream about meeting Seonghwa and riding away into the sunset with him on a horse, Picture perfect, I smile to myself.

The clock has been going off for the past ten minutes, I grab the stupid thing and ram the off button. WHY DID I DECIDE TO PICK THIS JOB OUT OF ALL THE OTHER OFFERS I GOT UGHHH. I drag myself out my bed and head to the bathroom to look half decent while taking interviews with out-touch-with-reality celebrities. My current job at a gossip magazine was to make ends meet, heavens know I despise this job and all I want to do is work with artists. My true passion was to become a music journalist, diving deeper with the artists on their albums and understanding who they are behind the mic was all I want to do but alas I have to survive. Plus this is closest I can get to meeting some of my role models, for now that is.

“Eventually we will get there, but first let’s get through today,” I slap my face in my car mirror to psyche myself up before entering the office. Even before I can properly enter the office lobby, I spot a rougue human hurtling towards me. “Girl- woahhh,” my office bestie nearly crashes into me, so I her shoulders and face towards me. “YOU HAVE TO GET TO THE MAKE-UP DEPARTMENT NOWWW,” she pushes me hastily along the office floor and I try my best not to fall flat on my face and acknowledge my coworkers. “First of all, WHY?!” I question as soon as we stop. “Second of all, why the fuck are our co-workers looking at me like I stole their paychecks ?” her face goes ghost-white. “Hello, are you ok?” What is up with this girl…

That’s when I hear him chuckle,

my heart dropped

I send an SOS and he’s-behind-me-isn’t-he? sharply to my friend, and in return receiving an encouraging yeah-hahahhahaha-but-you-got-this. I carefully turn myself to face Seonghwa, “Excuse me, are you who is supposed to interview me today? Sorry for any last minute trouble,” I feel the Earth shift beneath me and feel a shock that could send me into my grave along with my ancestors. “Yup yup,” my friend covers up for my shaken state. “Just give us a few moments to prep,” she leads me away. “HWAT !?” our make-up team promptly gets to work after not-so-gently placing my into a chair. “You got this, alright,” my friend shoves the interview questions I’ve worked on in my free-time, turning over in my head, thinking of that What if I ever got to meet him. I look over the questions, the words and letter slide around the page and my heart begins to pound with a strong presence. But they aren’t perfect, I am not ready. My thoughts are left as scattered as my questions.

I sit opposite Seonghwa, lit by the studio lights looking like the angel he is and fitted into a simple sweater and grey trousers that fit the homelness of the set. I cannot bring myself to look up at him as the make-up touch up his face and he glances towards me, my hands grip my clipboard with ferocity. “We can start whenever you are ready,” the director shouts out. “Ok, thank you,” Seonghwa replies politely. “Like he said whever you are ready,” I feel a gentle touch on my finger tips. I meet his face as he pulls back, he’s contorted with concern, but with a firmness that is comforting. I can’t help to think to myself of the times where his lives and content helped with my anxiety, and more importantly helped me to feel like I deserve to exist.

Thank you Seonghwa, let me prove to you and myself it was worth it.

With a deep breathe I signal to the staff that I am ready, “So you will be releasing a solo album soon..”

The interview had gone by somewhat smoothly, but minimal stuttering and edits which is a win for me. “Thank you for your time, anyways that’s all from me, your fav shinestar,” I finish cheekily.

I head to the roof after grabbing a muffin to munch on and clear my thoughts. I hear a door open but muffled as I stare into the baby blue scenery the sky displays. The knots that wind up during an anxiety attack slowly unfurl as I create shapes out of the fluffy clouds. “Good job by the way, you did amazing,” Seonghwa begins gently. I swiftly face him watching as the wind picks up his dark hair that the stylists, graciously, had left loose and soft. His eyes meet mine when the wind settles down after dancing around him in joy, leaving him with his signature smile. Absolutely mesmerised, I’ve forgotten to reply back, “Sorry, thank you” I shake myself awake. “Don’t be,” he tilts his head as though offended by my apology. “Also,” he jumps up, “your fics are just as good too. I love the way you portray me in each character, makes me feel like a shapeshifter,” he chuckles. I chock on my muffin,

HE’S READ MY FICS ?!

“Thank you ?” I force out settling myself. After he assures I’m ok, he continues his attack on my wellbeing. “I thought they would be more you know…” he fades off with smirk, I chock once more on my poor muffin, “I know what Atiny like…” he turns away. “HAHAHAHAhAHAHHA, yeah” I laugh obnoxiously. Sensing my obviously convincing casualness, “thank you again.” He shifts the conversation to something I don’t pick up right away because all I can think about what he was saying.

THANK THE HEAVENS THAT MY SMUT IS ON A WHOLE OTHER ACOUNT

Sending my thanks to anyone looking out for me, I tune into the conversation with Seonghwa, today was perfect and sweet like him. What more could I ask for, right?

This is what I sent to my poor best friend in the late hours of the night:

(i’m too tired to continue but basically, last minute she finds out she’s interviewing Seonghwa as he’s releasing his own album soon and after some nearly embarrassing moments, he realises that is the author of some of his most favourite ff of himself, and confesses this to her. She gets flustered but appreciates his words, he jokes about how he thought that the fics would be more raunchy since he knows what atiny like, and she brushes it off casually by laughing but thanks all the forces of the universe that her smut is on another more hidden account.)

(Sorry and love you lots !!!!)

[tywrites]

silence | ryan erzahler

requested: Hiii!! Since I am a big ryan simp I was wondering if you could write a ryan x reader fic/one shot? Where the reader is a really quiet person like Ryan and they always hang out with each other, but then one of them accidentally confesses to the other person. (I apologize for the cringey request-)

a/n: not a cringey request at all! i really hope you enjoy ♡

pairing: ryan erzahler x gen!reader

summary: ryan accidentally confesses while you're sleeping

word count: 1,077

***

"Please calm down," you sighed, trying your best to quieten the raucous kids running around the cabin. "Or I'll make sure to tell Mr H that you guys are planning on staying up late tonight. You know how he feels about bedtimes."

The kids immediately stopped, whining and pleading with you not to tell him. You grinned in triumph. "Yeah yeah, keep cleaning up and maybe I won't tell him." The kids rushed around the cabin, making sure every inch was squeaky clean. Once they'd gotten your approval, they rushed off to lunch, leaving you alone in the cabin. Thank god.

You loved the kids, really. But they were so exhausting.

You sighed to yourself in relief, flopping down onto one of the beds. You'd been waiting for this break all day since you'd had to take up extra shifts when the other two counsellors hadn't shown up. You closed your eyes, revelling in the silence. The soft covers underneath you lulled you into a light sleep, your eyes closing and your breath evening.

Being with a bunch of kids all day really takes it out of you, especially an introvert like you. You just needed a recharge. You knew the others were planning on meeting up for lunch, but you were desperate for some alone time right now. You couldn't bare the thought of having to socialise and talk; nowhere near enough brain power for that right now.

The cabin was still.

A knock at the door caused you to jolt up. You had no idea how long you'd been asleep. Rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the light, you mumbled a quiet "come in,"

The door opened and Ryan stepped in. "Oh, were you sleeping? I can leave," He said apologetically, going to turn around.

"No! I mean, no it's fine, you can stay," you said sheepishly. You adjusted yourself on the bed, moving over so that he could sit on the edge beside you.

He sat down. There was a comfortable silence.

You loved spending time with Ryan. There was just something about how you didn't have to put up a front around him. He didn't mind that you were quiet, he didn't mind that you spoke little – in fact, he enjoyed the quiet times the two of you had. As someone who was also quite reserved, the two of you got along really well. You just got each other in a way the others couldn't.

"You seem tired," he broke the silence, looking at you with concerned eyes. You smiled at him.

"The kids were especially loud today, I felt like a zookeeper trying to calm a bunch of gorillas."

He laughed, his face lighting up. God, you loved that laugh. It was rare but whenever you succeeded in making him laugh it made your day. Your week, even.

"I can imagine,"

You hummed in agreement before falling silent again. You had underestimated exactly how tired you were and as much as you wanted to stay awake to spend time with Ryan, you could already feel your eyes slowly falling closed. You shook your head in an attempt to stay lucid, catching Ryan's attention.

"You should rest. I don't mind," he said, nodding his head towards the bed. "I'll keep watch, make sure no one bothers you."

He was sweet. So sweet.

You nodded at him gratefully. But when he went to get up, you stopped him, taking his arm gently. "Stay? I like your company," you blushed as you spoke, avoiding his eyes.

Ryan didn't know what to say, flustered. So instead, he nodded wordlessly, sitting back down on the bed. You settled into the covers, sighing in relaxation.

Once your eyes had closed, Ryan took the opportunity to admire you without the worry of being caught. He watched you as your breathing evened, your face ridding itself of tension. Your body eased into the mattress. Ryan didn't believe in angels but right now he was starting to. Angelic didn't even begin to describe you.

He felt a bit weird for staring but he truly couldn't help it. Crushing on you for a month was definitely taking its toll on him. He could barely be in your presence without worrying he'd accidentally let slip that he was into you. Ryan had never been particularly smooth. A lot of the time, he had no idea what to say. So when it came to confessing, he wasn't super confident. All he wanted to do was let you know how much you meant to him without somehow messing it up.

He noticed that you seemed to be fully asleep now. Your mouth was slightly open, the soft exhales you were emitting incredibly endearing. The sun shined on your skin, lighting you up in the most ethereal way. He couldn't stop himself.

He said your name. When you didn't respond, he became more confident. You wouldn't hear this.

He took a deep breath. "I like you a lot. Y'know that right?" He paused. "You mean a lot to me, or whatever. I get the weirdest feeling in my stomach when I see you smile. And seeing you with the kids, even when they're acting like gorillas-" He chuckled at that. "-it makes me really happy.. to see you happy. It's stupid, I know. And you're never gonna know, since uh, you're asleep and all. But I just needed to say it, in some way." He exhaled in relief, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

A pause. The room was silent.

"Uh, Ryan?"

He froze. He couldn't bear to look at you.

"Ryan? Please look at me.."

He bit his lip before turning to you hesitantly, waiting to see your angry or offended face. He didn't find that. You looked shocked, but you had a smile on your face.

"Did you mean it? What you said?"

He gulped. "Uh.. Yeah. Yeah, I did."

You beamed at him. "Well, lucky for you..."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What- what do you mean?"

You sat up and took his hands in yours. "I like you a lot too. And if that was a joke, I'd end up being the angry gorilla," you giggled, leaning into him. He smiled wide, wrapping his arms around you as you embraced, you nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

Another comfortable silence took over the room. Only your soft, muffled breaths could be heard.

[the-demonus-aunt]

Hii! I have the best idea

Can you write a scenario with MC asking the brothers + the dateables (minus Luke) to recreate the Kim Kardashian s€x tape?

I want to read that so bad😩

I have a three-page long list of headcanon and imagine ideas and yet, you guys always take the cake. Congratulations on a truly creative request 😂

And listen, I watched that shit for you, I hope it pays off lol

Thanks for requesting!

CN nsft. Since the tape is M/F, it's kind of implied that MC has a vagina, but body parts are not explicitly stated. Only second person pronouns ("you").

How the brothers would react to you asking to recreate the Kim Kardashian s€x tape

Belphie

Recreate th- what the fuck, y/n, he's trying to sleep

The thought of having you on camera to watch again and again whenever he wants is enough to make him listen up after all

So what exactly are you talking about?

You're so weird sometimes, you know that?

Okay, but only if he doesn't have to do an impression of Ray J's cringey intro

"What do you mean I can't cuss when they don't?"

Beel

Great, you made him choke on the macaron from Madame Scream's he was just scoffing down

Did he really just hear you say that? He probably misheard you...

When you explain, he realises you're completely serious

He needs a strong Siren's Song first

Well, you did mention he could eat you out

He's not quite sure what's even happening, but he'll do it if you give proper instructions

Make sure his brothers never get to see this, though

"Can I finally fuck you for real, now?"

Asmo

He doesn't know who Kim is, but he's heard the words s€x tape come out of your mouth, so yes, he's down

When you explain who she is he wants to do it even more

But can he be Kim?

He supposes you could make two versions

He will ask to include pretty lingerie, though

Can he post it on Devilgram later?

"Oh that's so sloppy, I can do better, don't worry."

Satan

He actually knows about it

Has seen it, too

Will refuse to do the shots where Ray J just stares into the camera like "Yes, I'm the shit"

Leave that shit to the Avatar of Pride, if you will

Only does it because it seems to make you happy

And he reminds you often enough that's the single reason he's up on that bed holding the camera

"Do I have to be so cheerful about it?"

Levi

The Mountain Dew you ordered for him from the human world will spray out of his nose

He, too, has actually seen it. Only has a vague idea of who she is, though

He assumes it doesn't matter anyway as long as you'll have sex with him

He'll try some Ray J impressions, but it's just cringe

Several takes for those scenes, because you end up in a laughing fit several times

He's butthurt at first, but when he rewatches his attempts to be a macho, he'll laugh along

It'll turn out to be less sexy, but insanely funny with him

"What is this face, how does he even do that?"

Mammon

He just silently blushes

Not that he wants to sleep with you rn, but if you really want to, fine

Thinks about selling it for a second, but then the jealousy kicks in - nobody but him can see you like that

Gets too distracted to actually recreate anything, you start out with a few laughs, then just end up fucking wildly

Well, you'll just have to try again, what a shame

Cums unplanned when you suck him off. Good thing he has demonic stamina.

"Fuck this, you feel too good to hold back, fuck, fuck."

Lucifer

Pardon him, what did you just suggest?

And who is that supposed to be? Is he supposed to know what you're talking about?

By Diavolo and all that is unholy, did you even think about what you're asking of him?

Absolutely not, what is he to do if it ever gets leaked?

And who is that vulgar, arrogant man who makes these stupid grimaces? How exactly do you imagine him in his place?

He is open to imitating some scenes without a camera on, though

"That's a bit vanilla, isn't it?"

Diavolo

Oh my, this man is down for it, as soon as you give him some details

Pray that Barbatos never finds that tape, because if he finds out you're risking his master's reputation for something like this, he will choose the next best timeline without you in it

Is completely fascinated and has a surprising eye for detail

"That will be quite the interesting experience, don't you think?"

Barbatos

He knows. He knows everything.

Did Solomon's cooking make you delirious?

He doesn't say that one out loud, though

It seems to make you happy, so why the fuck not

Has trouble cumming in the end, because he's really not that into the whole situation

Will hide that tape better than his annoyance

"Sure, y/n, I'm glad to assist if it makes you happy."

Simeon

By God, Diavolo and Jeff Bezos, you want WHAT from him?

He doesn't see the appeal. He either wants to make love or corrupt you, this has nothing to offer in his eyes

If you keep begging like that, he might give in

But only if you fulfill one of his fantasies in return

"Ehm. An interesting request. May I make a counter offer?"

Solomon

This old man is up to date!

He agrees, but he will make some changes to his taste

Surprisingly good Ray J impressions??

Thinks about sending it to Diavolo and Lucifer, just to spite them

Will rewatch it with Asmo. Will receive a high five for it.

"Well, well, well, in all my years that's a first. I'm in....Literally."

[eunoiaaaivy]

do you think mitsuya would make you a dress from a christmas tablecloth? It just seems so cute to me you know?

Oh em gee love! Hannah! This is really cute yk! Imagine like Mitsuya being so creative! Like you don't have anything to wear for Christmas and you wanted to look good and you were so worried that you couldn't buy anything because boy were things so expensive and he sees this and is like, "yk what, I'll make one for you my love!" thank you for this wonderful idea my love!!

♡︎- Christmas tablecloth!?

-send me a wishlist

-a drabble for my beloved @the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm

-cw: fluff, distressed reader, a bit of angst, mitsuya being a sweet boyfriend, not proofread and rushed because my brain will lose all the idea if I don't write. .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

mitsuya x reader

a/n: oh em gee! thank you my beloved hannah for this! what a great mind you have! I hope you'll enjoy this one! it's a bit cringey and rushed and not proofread, my brain was lagging so hard, I'm really sorry. 😭

"why is it so hard to find spare, beautiful clothes!?" You whisper-shouted to your self as you were rummaging through cabinets and cabinets of clothes.

Gosh! Was it exhausting trying to think of what to wear for Christmas. It was just a few days away! And you haven't even found a single thing to wear yet! You tried on this beautiful Christmas sweater and some grey trousers but you wore this last year! And then you found this dress but it didn't even fit you. It was too small, you probably should give that to your younger sister.

After rummaging through your cabinet you gave up. Your hair was a mess, you look rather distressed. Ofcourse who wouldn't!? It was Christmas! The day where God was born! Where everyone gathers and give beautiful gifts! And you had to take beautiful selfies oh em gee!

At this point, you considered even trying to wear some of your home clothes. Everything was so expensive nowadays and you couldn't even afford clothes! You spent them on nearly half on gifts and half on expenses and you were left with non. You were sure you had spare clothes that weren't used for Christmas but you were wrong.

"gosh, this place is a mess! I should clean it up!" You shouted once again to no one in particular. As you stood up, you fixed your once disheveled hair and ran a hand across your face, you didn't know that this could've been tiring. In the end you found nothing.

You heard a chuckle and perked up to the door, seeing your boyfriend leaning on the door looking at you fondly. He had a cute lazy smile on his face and his arms were crossed around his chest.

"mitsuyaaaaa!" You squealed like a child running up to hug him which he returned back. The warmth of his body radiating on yours was heaven. It was already cold and you only wore some pajamas and a white t-shirt.

"hello love, you look beautiful today." He reminds you again and again like you haven't seen each other for years when im fact it was just hours. You giggled and went on your tiptoes to kiss him on his beautiful soft lips. You couldn't believe this man was your's. This guys who loved you whole heartedly even in your imperfections. Even in your bad days. Even if you were down. He loved you. Someone finally did, and it was the love of your life.

The kiss was sweet and slow. Like it was the wake of the sun once the moon was gone. His lips, ever so soft like mallows was on yours. What an overhigh it was.

As you guys parted he leaned his forehead on yours. The love and warmth seeping out of his body gave you so much comfort.

"what seems to be your problem here, hm?" He asked, a bit of chuckle in it as he disconnected his forehead from yours to gaze at you like love-struck highschool girl.

The distressed look went back and you went out of his hug, going back to the pile of clothes you were trying to clean back awhile ago.

"well as you can see! There is a huge mess here." You replied back to him, motioning around the mess you made while he nodded at that. He found this scene rather cute, you looked like a little child trying to figure out how to fold the laundry.

Once he didn't reply you continue.

"well, my money isn't enough and now I have nothing to wear for Christmas and I rummaged through cabinets but I found nothing which lead to this mess." You said with a small pout and went back to Mitsuya.

He just chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist once again.

"I'll try to figure something out for you love. If that's your only problem then I could definitely solve it darling. No need to be stressed about that." He said to you, the assurance you needed that he could solve this problem like it was the back of his hand.

You just sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head on his shoulder, hiding in it the crook of his neck.

"thank you love, i don't know what i would do without you." You said back while you were clinging to him like a little child.

He chuckled back at your response, his chuckle vibrating throughout his body and the hold on your waist tightened, he rested his chin on top your head too, kissing it there like it was some sort of assurance.

"I don't know what I'd do without you too my love."

And as you finished the day, cleaning everything up and getting ready for bed, you slept peacefully on his chest while he waited for you to be in deep sleep.

Mitsuya slipped you out of his chest and went out of your shared room. He went to downstairs and took the clean table cloth stored away in the closet. It was clean and actually good enough to be sewn into a dress. It wasn't to rough nor too soft, it was just the right texture to be sewn.

So he went to his sewing machine and table and started doing his work quietly. He knew your measurements as if it was the back of his hand. The way he quietly worked so that you could sleep soundly and be surprised for his work tomorrow was somewhat an exciting feeling for him.

He started cutting the fabrics up to your measurements and picked the right thread for it. He added an extra layer of fabric so that the dress wouldn't be too uncomfortable to wear even though it was already good to wear.

After cutting and finding the right thread he finally threaded both of them together as if sewing was already second nature to him. The process was long and exhausting and he lost sleep but he'd do anything to see you smile.

And finally the final product was finished. He smiled to himself, imagining how you'd look with it. It was beautiful and perfect and he betted the it would look more ravishing if you wore it yourself.

So he finally hanged it and went to bed. He couldn't wait to see your reaction tomorrow.

Mitsuya, who indeed lacked sleep woke up because you were awake too. It's like his body sensed you just were awake. So he looked at you, all in that morning glory and greeted you good morning and kissed you too.

The day was starting of painfully slow with you guys still on the bed, so he suggested going downstairs.

"why don't we eat breakfast and get ready for the day?" He suggested, his tone somewhat full of excitement. You would've raised an eyebrow at this but didn't mind it anyways.

So you guys were out of bed and already preparing to go downstairs. Once you were done preparing he was now rather anxious. His excitement from last night now mixed with anxiousness. He just couldn't wait for your reaction!

So you guys just eventually did go downstairs, and ate breakfast. What you didn't know was that there was a surprise waiting for you.

Mitsuya was dragging you to the guest room and boy were you confused. Why use the guest room when you guys have a room of your own in your apartment??

And were you astonished once you saw the beautiful dress hanging on the guest rooms cabinet. The beautiful white patterns of the table cloth you once recognized were now filled with sewn on threads of snowflakes, the beautiful white patterns of the once already beautiful white cloth were now adorned with buttons and and long sleeves. The edges were trimmed with a few beautiful laces on them. A beautiful, minimalistic tie was wrapped around the waistband of the dress. It looked ravishing. It could go well with your pearl necklace.

Mitsuya just chuckled at your expression and went to wrap and arm around your waist, kissing your temple.

"Advance Merry Christmas my love, I hope you love this surprise." He whispered into the shell of your ear.

"it's great mitsuya! I love it very much! Thank you for this one babe!" You replied back to him as you kissed his cheek.

"why don't you try it out so that we could clean it again?" He suggested and he once again chuckled because you looked like a child who just received a new toy as you hurried towards the bathroom to dress up.

And when you came out, he swore he fell in love with you again. It indeed looked more ravishing when you wear it. His breath hitched as you twirled. It looked perfect on you.

"so! What do you think?" You asked him, looking fidgety.

"it looks perfect on you love. come here." He said back opening his arms around for you. Once you hugged him, he kissed the side of your temple again.

Staying up all night and having only 4 hours of sleep was really worth it. You looked perfect with the dress made of christmas tablecloth.

And as you wore it on Christmas day, everyone thought you were beautiful, especially him. Yeah it really was worth it not getting enough sleep.

© eunoiaaaivy

[boydiisaster]

hi !! I really liked what you wrote w/ trans mc coming out :DD (im trans myself and reading it made me cry happy tears at 1 am) could I request more trans mc- but after they've come out? Like during their transition or something? Thanks a bunch!! <3

trans MC my beloved

reader: transmasc, male, he/him

tw/cw: dysphoria mention

author's note: yay!!! i'm so glad you liked it- i'm trans, too! i hope you like this, as well- i'm not sure if you wanted a ftm MC or just a trans MC in general, so if you'd like me to rewrite this i'd be more than happy to! i love writing trans MC content, it literally makes my day <3

lucifer

So romantic with you when you first told him you wanted to transition. Offered to pay all your bills, and unlike Mammon, he can actually afford to.

"What, are you like my sugar daddy now or something?" you joked, poking him in the chest.

"If that's what my boyfriend wants me to be," he replied with a smirk.

(I'd burst into tears if Lucifer ever called me his boyfriend. Gender dysphoria: poof, gone.)

Makes an effort to always call you by your name, even if he doesn't have to.

"Can you go grab MC for me? I need MC right now so we can discuss his current grades."

If you take shots of testosterone, Lucifer will gladly inject them if need be. But if you want to do it by yourself, he's fine with that, too. Just allow him to stand by, in case something goes wrong. He really cares for you, and doesn't want you getting hurt.

mammon

When he first heard you wanted to transition, he was ecstatic. His love language is gift giving, and he wants to buy you everything that you need for your transition.

He was also the first person you told about this, and it really boosted his ego.

"Of course you'd trust the Great Mammon with this! I'm so trust worthy, it's obvious why you chose me-"

"Shut up and kiss me, oh 'Great Mammon.'"

Mammon tries daily to give you masculine compliments. Like, he tries so hard it hurts. You could be putting up groceries or something and he pops up out of seemingly no where to tell you that "You put up those groceries so masculine-like, MC."

He doesn't really understand, but he's got the spirit.

He'd pay for your transition if you'd let him. How, exactly? He doesn't really know, but he'd find a way for you <3

He's definitely like a supportive mother who doesn't really know what to do, but wants to do something to show that she supports you when you come out. You catch him sneaking mini pride flags or those cringey Amazon pride shirts into your room at 3 in the morning.

You wear them, just to make him happy, and his brothers most definitely tease you for it.

leviathan

Another one who doesn't really know what to do. He's had friends online that were trans, sure, but what if he messes something up with you?

(You're not gonna mess anything up, don't worry, Levi)

I want to say that he'd unironically buy you that Miku binder, but Levi has been online for so long that he knows that he probably shouldn't.

... He'd still ask to, though, just for the meme, followed by a swift punch to the arm by his ever-so-loving boyfriend.

"OW!"

"You're such a nerd.... I love you."

Not very off-brand for him, but Levi definitely recommends you anime and manga that have good trans representation.

satan

Satan is trans too, idc what you say. Am I just projecting onto my favorite fictional characters? Probably so, but it's fine.

Remember when I said Mammon buys you cringey trans pride stuff? Yeah, he did that with Satan, too. Satan still has all of the cheesy posters and tee shirts stuffed in the back of his closet, away from where anyone can see.

... When he's alone though, he definitely lounges around in the shirts and laughs to himself.

"We can form an alliance, MC. 'Trans Guys Suffering From Mammon's Stupid Gifts.'"

Much like Levi, Satan recommends you books with good trans rep. He also bakes you cake or anything else you want if you're feeling especially down.

(I headcanon that Satan loves baking okay, shut up-)

If you ever want to go to Pride with him, he'll be a little antsy at first, but buy him a couple of trans pride cat pins and he'll love it.

asmodeus

Two words: shopping spree

Takes you to all the hottest clothing shops to buy you clothes that make your dysphoria better

If you don't experience much dysphoria? Still takes you out shopping, anyways.

Hey! Shopping is fun, okay? >:(

Calls you lots of masculine compliments that give you gender euphoria. "Sir" and "Mister MC" are his favorites, just cus of the way you roll your eyes and giggle at him when he does.

Asmo loves it when his boyfriend smiles, it's the cutest sight in all of three worlds. Minus him, of course.

beelzebub

He's also trans, fuck you.

He's apart of you and Satan's alliance.

More subtle than his brothers: he doesn't do anything extravagant when you tell him you'd like to transition, just nods his head and pulls you in for a bone-crushing hug.

"I have work out routines we can try to build up muscle, if you want?"

"That sounds great, Beel, but please let go, I can't breathe-"

Another one I think would buy you trans stuff he finds online, except way less cringey, like pride pins or flags.

He also buys the two of you pride themed food to eat together <3

belphegor

You were so nervous when you told him, like, to the point you were stumbling over words. When you finally got it out that you'd like to transition, Belphie just blinked at you.

"That's all? Well, okay. What pronouns do you want me to use for you from now on?"

Catches onto everything very easily. He'll sometimes nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and just mutter masculine praises so quietly you hardly hear him, but you catch a "handsome boy" and "darling boyfriend" here and there.

He'll still call you a dumb fucking loser though, but lovingly, I swear-