#yawns im in school rn

[meowcakedotcom]

random desi obsession just awakened help also this was so lazy 😭😭

[kalashtars]

first night on lexapro & I got told it makes ppl drowsy.... tell me why it's 4 am and I'm still up then 🧍‍♂️

[lewisvinga]

so high school | max verstappen x fem! singer! reader

summary; in which max feels like a sixteen year old in high school whenever he’s around y/n

word count; 976

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi

note; requested ! i dont listen to taylor swift so im not familiar w this song, but i hope this is good enough!😫 n so sorry this took a bit longer than usual, a lot of things happened in my life rn + i’ve had major writers block 🙁

masterlist !

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i just want to find you in a crowd just to hide from you

Max stood at the podium with a proud smile on his face. Another race won another race closer to being the world champion. The sound of his nation’s national anthem filled his ears as his hands found their way through his blonde locks.

His bright eyes scanned the crowd searching for her.

The start of the season was always a grand event. Drivers often brought their girlfriends along with them to enjoy a sunny Bahrain and the beginning of the season. When the first race of the season came around, Max couldn’t help but ask his girlfriend of just a few months and a world-famous singer to accompany him.

He thought it was a good idea. He really did.

However, the second his eyes landed on her wide smile from the top of the podium, he felt his heart skip a beat. She stared at him with so much love in her eyes that he became flustered. His cheeks began burning up and he secretly hoped and prayed that others would think his rosy cheeks were from the bright sun.

He had to hold back a laugh, a giggle even. Max Verstappen, The Max Verstappen, giggling and blushing over a girl that was already his? It was unheard of. He knew if he kept staring his cheeks would be too red to be just from the sun.

As quickly as his eyes found her, he looked away and instead focused on calming down his heart rate.

i’ll drink what you think and i’m high from smoking your jokes all damn night

Max was always the type to drink his coffee black. No cream. No sugar. That changed the moment he started dating Y/n and learned about her addiction to a milky and very sweet iced vanilla latte.

She claimed it helped her and her melodic voice that he adored so much.

It was another late-night session in the studio and the Dutch driver had brought over two iced vanilla lattes, one with just a little less sugar than the other.

He honestly hated the sugary milky beverage. He could barely stand a sip but he refused to tell Y/n that. He only drinks the vanilla iced lattes because he loved to see her face light up whenever he’d give her the rest of his drink because he ‘didn’t want to finish it’.

“Here, have the rest of mine. I don’t want it.” Max said with a chuckle as he noticed her pout after she finished her own.

“Are you sure, Maxie?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Here.”

Y/n laughed and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a pink lipgloss mark. Max couldn’t help but laugh with her as she happily took his drink.

She sat down across from him on the couch in the studio. She began to tell him a story about something that happened to her and Lando days prior. He honestly wasn’t focusing much on the story. His focus was 100% on the smile on her face and the laughs she’d let out every other sentence.

If her laugh was a drug, he’d sure be high every second of the day. Hearing her laugh was an addiction to him. He adored it and if forcing himself to drink a sugary ice vanilla latte to accompany her during studio sessions just to hear her laugh, he’d do it without a problem.

the brink of a wrinkle in time, bittersweet sixteen suddenly.

Y/n let out a yawn as she walked down the halls of her and Max’s shared home. She needed a break from writing songs. Her mind was blank and she couldn’t think. The iced vanilla lattes weren’t helping her creativity flow and neither Jimmy nor Sassy helped.

She was walking towards Max’s gaming room where she knew he’d be on the simulator. She suddenly heard him say her name and she stopped right outside the slightly open door.

“No, yeah, Y/n and I are great. It’s just-“

“Just, what?” She recognized Charles's voice and his laugh.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Tell me! I won’t tell a soul.”

“No, it’s stupid.”

“C’mon, Max.”

Y/n furrowed up her eyebrows as her heart rate began to pick up. She immediately assumed the worst. Did Max cheat on her? Did he no longer want to be in a relationship with her? Did she annoy him?

She bit her nails as she anxiously waited for his response.

Max sighed, running his hands through his blonde locks. “It’s just that I feel like I’m a teenage boy in high school around her. She makes me flustered, like actually flustered. It’s like I’m sixteen again!”

Y/n almost let out a sigh of relief from his words, but kept quiet as she knew that he would hear her. She quietly yet quickly walks away. She finds herself back in the living room with her notebook in hand. She began scribbling across the page, finally getting the creativity she needed to write the last song for her album.

She hums in satisfaction as she finishes off the song. ‘So High School’ she had scribbled at the top of the page. Right as if it were on queue, she hears Max’s voice.

“Any luck with songwriting?” The Dutch driver curiously asks, sitting beside her on the couch.

“In fact, I’ve had plenty of luck.”

“Let me see.” He mumbled, his hand reaching towards the book.

“No!”

“C’mon, schat! Let me see!”

Y/n quickly kissed his cheek in an attempt to distract him. Fortunately for her, it did. His cheeks began to turn a rosy shade of pink. He rolled his eyes, moving his attention from the notebook to Sassy who found her way to the couch.

She had to hold back a laugh as she noticed his ears also turning pink. He really was like a 16-year-old in high school.

[kerjaath]

pls more yumi content literally brainrotting over him rn ill take anything 🙏🤲 LOL

Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk

It's you and Yumi's anniversary. But, even in happiness, something just has to go wrong…

reader lives in tgc house

no reader gender specified

word count: 1.3

AN: hello anonnnnn :3333 yes OFC ill make more Yumi content 🤤 honestly same tho, i loooove to brainrot over Yum-sters.. also this fic has LIIIIIIGGGHHHTTTTTT angst :3 its not enough where im going to tag it as angst, but its the smallest ittiest bittiest of angst lol, so might as well warn. ALSO to anyone who has sent in a request: ill hopefully get them done soon!!! school has been a big roadblock in writing (always has, always will be lol), so hopefully by next week ill have sm posted :333 tysmmmm for patience yippie!!! sorry for long AN im such a yapper :3

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The day marked your anniversary with Yumi.

You knew exactly how you wanted to celebrate it with him: convice the boys to get Yumi out the house for a few hours so that you could bake a banger of a homemade cake to surprise him with!

You had been secretly practicing your baking and decorating skills for a while now. From watching endless "tips and tricks" videos on youtube, to even sneaking out to a local bakery that provided cake decorating classes. You had this in the bag.

You woke up early in the morning, slowly leaning off the bed and tiptoeing out the door to the bathroom. You took a looong shower, and even longer searching for the best outfit to wear for the occasion.

As you walked back into your room after getting dressed, you picked up your phone off the charger, checking your notifications. Yumi started to stir, waking up from his slumber and leaning out of bed. He embraced you from behind, his hands slinking to your waist as he snuggled his head into the back of your neck.

"Good morning," you let out a light laugh, lifting your hand to rub his cheek and hair behind you. You clicked your phone off, sliding it into your pocket.

"You smell so good.." Yumi yawned, his voice low from fatigue.

"Thank you!" You smiled, turning your head to the side to see him. You couldn't help but lean into his embrace.

"Happy Anniversary," Yumi lifted his head, kissing your cheek.

"Happy Anniversary," You repeated. Yumi let go of you and started to inch to his dresser to dig for a change of clothes. You left the room to give him privacy.

As you walked out, you could already hear your housemates in the livingroom. You walked down the hall, and sparked into a chat with them, going over the pre-discussed plan. When you heard the whine of the door to you and Yumi's room, you quieted down and acted natural, separating from the others to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

You could already hear Larry and Tanner asking Yumi to go out to the mall with them, and you held back a laugh.

After a while, the three left and Isaac and Nick stayed home with you.

As soon as you heard the car leave the driveway, you bolted to the fridge, pushing past the boxes of Bodyarmor and jars of different jams and pickles to grab the hidden pack of strawberries and whipped cream. Nick dug in the cabinet for everything else you needed beside you, Isaac standing at the kitchen counter, pulling out bowls and measuring cups.

With everything arranged on the counter, you clapped your hands together in thought.

"Okay, let's get this started!" You smiled, joyously going ahead to grab a pack of flour. Nick and Isaac stood on stand-by, available to aid you whenever you needed but giving you enough space to work.

You feverishly baked, making a delicious handmade vanilla cake and whipped frosting. When it was time to start decorating, you carefully cut slabs of strawberries and piped out the blinding white frosting.

The cake was perfect, and you couldn't help but beam at your craft. Isaac and Nick helped you transport it into the fridge, and you went ahead and texted Larry and Tanner that you were finished up.

While waiting for the two to bring Yumi back to the house, you slumped onto the couch and around a half hour or so of scrolling on your phone, you heard the clack of the front door, and jumped up.

Yumi walked inside the house first, his hand behind his back. You turned your head sideways as your eyebrow raised.

"And what is that.." An impish smile formed on your mouth.

"Oh, nothing," Yumi looked at the ceiling, acting clueless. He couldn't hold back his own smile.

You back off and into the kitchen, everyone else besides you and Yumi going back to their rooms for the rest of the day until dinner time. Yumi slid the bags he held on the floor by the counter. You couldn't see them from behind the counter where you stood.

"I have a surprise for you," You turned around to face the fridge.

"As do I," Yumi replied. "You go first, of course."

You opened the fridge, retrieving the cake you meticulously worked on. You spun around, showing the cake off to Yumi. His jaw dropped, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Oh my god, you made that?!?" He practically shouted, leaning over the kitchen counter to see it closer.

You pulled the cake back toward you, and walked to the corner of the counter, going to set it infront of Yumi.

Now, you always considered yourself not particularly a clumsy person, and you could swear that you had the cardboard base of the cake held tightly, but when you stepped forward and your foot got caught on essentially nothing, the cake sliding right off the base and to the ground, you couldn't help but second guess yourself.

You both stood there, staring at the new mess on the ground. You felt your eyes sting, cheeks starting to go numb. You couldn't even make an interjection.

Yumi in the moment tried to reach for the cake, but ultimately missed. His hand retracted back to himself, and he looked at you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he quickly ran over the cake and held your shoulder, grabbing your face to look at him. "Look at me. It's okay"

"I.." your eyes drifted back to the cake, tears already streaming down. Yumi tugged at your head again, making your eyes refocus on him.

"Don't even look at that. Look at me, its okay." His face went serious, and he lifted his hand to wipe your tears. He leaned to kiss your forehead

"I'm so sorry, Yumi, i.." You started up again, but he shushed you.

"Forget about it, it's okay. I should've caught it anyway," he kept his head on top of yours, closing his eyes as he rested on you.

"No, no, it's not your fault," You spoke, nesting under him.

"Hey, You know what, now my surprise will work out," He lifted his head and looked at you, smiling.

"What do you mean?" He walked back to the bag he set down earlier, lifting it onto the counter. He dug into it, took out a large white box, and set it on the counter in front of you.

"What is.." you started, looking at the box confused.

"Just open it," Yumi leaned on the counter, smiling. You brought your hands up, quickly wiping your face as you sniffled and opened the box.

Inside was a heart-shaped pink cake absolutely covered in icing flowers. In the middle was iced "I love you so much". You gasped, cupping your mouth and feeling the tears stream down your face once again.

"Oh my god, Yumi-" you turned and crashed right into a hug with him, embracing him as you sobbed tears of joy, love, and frustration into his chest. He laughed, patting your back as he hugged you back.

You backed off, and Yumi turned back around to take a small box out of the bag and moved the cake box aside, sliding the smaller one infront of you.

"You didn't have to get me a gift," you laughed. He just smiled and urged you to open it. The box was white with a thin, bright ribbon. You slipped the ribbon off, lifting the top of the box off to reveal an ornate, absolutely beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of a heart.

"Aweee.." you cooed, taking it out of the box and admiring it in your hands. Yumi just smiled, and kissed your forehead.

"I knew you'd like it.. here, let me see it," You gave him the necklace and turned around. He reached the necklace around your neck, clasping it on. You reached up to it and touched it to your fingers.

When you turned back to him, you couldn't help but just.. stare at him. The love that overwhelmed your body would never quell.

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[matthewsbaby]

The worst he could say

⋅ ─ in which she confess her feelings to her long time crush, only to find out he likes someone else

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

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Matt and y/n were currently working on a school project at her house.

“How’s the research going?” Matt asks while typing away at his computer. “I found a few websites but I don’t trust the— y/n?”

She snaps out of her longing gaze of admiring the brunette boy. “Oh— yes?”

He gives her a look. “Did you find anything?” His tone was soft when speaking to the girl, making her heart flutter in madness.

Right, the project!

“Yeah here,” she scoots closer, giving him a view of her laptop screen. She uses this as an excuse to sit closer to him. “These good?” She asks.

Matt leans closer to get a better look, oblivious to the blushing girl right next to him. “Yeah,” he chuckles, “Nice job y/n these are way better than the ones I found.”

She smiles giddily at his praise, returning back to her spot on the couch.

After working for what had seemed to be a couple minutes, y/n let out a yawn. Matt faced her, “we can continue tomorrow if you want, we don’t have to rush ourselves—“ He spoke as he shuffled his pile notes into a clean stack and starts throwing them into his backpack

Y/n’s eyes widen with a frown. She didn’t want him to leave. “No! I’m not tired like sleepy. I’m just tired of working on the project.”

“Oh.” He says.

With a sudden boost of confidence she decided to ask, “do you wanna watch a movie?”

Matt thinks for a second. “Uh, sure. Let me just text my brothers and tell them that I’ll be home late.” Matt pulls out his phone.

Y/n’s heart fills with joy and she quickly runs to her room to grab a few extra blankets before returning to the living room.

Matt gives her a small smile as the duo got comfortable on the couch. Y/n settles on the movie “10 Things I hate about you.”

Around 20 minutes in y/n lets out a yawn and subtly leans her head on Matt’s shoulder, making the boy tense before leaning into her embrace. Her heart fluttered at his movements, and more so when he placed his arm around her shoulder.

Halfway through the movie she felt nothing but comfort in his arms, not wanting the moment to end.

She felt a small vibration on her lap and pulled out her phone, pressing on the text she had gotten from her bestfriend Tara.

Tara: YOURE WITH MATT RN???? WATCHING A MOVIE??? AND I FIND OUT FROM NICK?

Y/N: it’s not like anything crazy is happening.. we’re just cuddling

Tara: “Just cuddling” MHM

TELL HIM HOW U FEEL ALREADY

Y/N: ABSOLUTELY NOT

IM SCARED T

Tara: hey, the worst he could say is no

Y/n set her phone down with a sluggish smile. Tara was right. The worst he could say is no. She was already in his arms, so that must mean he likes her back right?

The movie was coming to an end. Y/n and Matt slowly found themselves drifting off into a slumber.

It’s now or never, y/n thought to herself.

“Matt?” She mumbles, looking up to meet his heavy eyes.

“Hmm?” He replies tiredly, giving her that soft stare that made her stomach flutter.

“I— can I tell you something?” She mentally curses at herself for stuttering, now propping herself up.

He answers with a nod, making her go on “Well,” she swallows, “I’m just gonna go right on and say it— I like you, Matt. I’ve liked you ever since the day Nick introduced us to eachother, I just—“ she stops her words to look at Matt who only stayed stunned in silence. “I like you.”

He stared at her, trying to process the words that came out of her mouth.

No, no, no. Y/n thought.

If there’s anything she knew about love confessions, it was that silence is never a good sign.

She took a deep breath. “Please say something.” She mutters, trying to meet his eyes but Matt only looked away.

“I— uhm.” He scratches the back of his head.

She fidgets with her sweaty hands, waiting for him to say something— anything.

“You’re a pretty girl… and you’re sweet and— and I’m sorry but I can’t.”

There it was. Those words alone were just enough to slice through y/ns heart. “But I thought—“

“I like someone else.” He blurts in almost a whisper. Y/ns breath hitched for a moment, and her stomach churns in heartbreak. For the first time, she was speechless.

What did Tara say?

“The worst he could say is no”?

Yeah, fuck that.

“I’m sorry if it felt like I was giving you the wrong impression, I really am. I— you deserve the world and I can’t give that to you if I’m in love with someone else—“

“Just stop.” Y/n sniffles, getting off the couch. “I think its best if you go.”

Matt nods, avoiding her gaze as he grabs his backpack, taking one last glance at the girl before leaving out the front door.

That was when y/n broke.

He loved another.

He loved someone.

And that someone wasn’t her.

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God help us all I’m never writing again I’m done it’s over this is the end

I dedicate this to Bubs @mutualsafe

[lyrinsluv]

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author's note - hiii anon!! this was so fun LOL it reminded me of 2020. im going to write a little (its1200words.) blurb about this cuz i lowk have a burst of ideas in my head rn....☆

pretimeskip! kageyama x reader

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wordcount: 1231! :D 

you, tobio kageyama, and akira kunimi grew up in the same neighborhood. because you three were around the same age, you spent a pretty good time with them, whether if you sat in kunimi’s backyard as kageyama fought with the latter, or when the two of you would walk home together after middle school.

though, it all changed. kageyama didn’t want to go to aoba johsai whereas kunimi did. and you on the other hand, got into fukudorani on a scholarship. you remember eavesdropping unintentionally on kunimi and kageyama’s sisters talking about how sad they’ll be to see the three of you go, regardless of the fights everyone had with each other once in a while. 

you waved both boys off, even if they had some thin ice to break due to volleyball. moving to tokyo for the school year was odd to say the least, considering how far miyagi was from tokyo. you thankfully got set up sooner than later, when shirofuku, the boys’ volleyball head manager called you over one day.

“you.. should be a manager with us,” she says in a relaxed tone, with kaori standing beside her. with kaori being in one of your electives, you felt more at ease. you knew that the two managers were third-years, so they probably wanted you to be their new manager. you had some experience with volleyball considering your upbringing. you agreed a couple days later.

which wasn’t a good idea, considering the two girls invited you to help out at the training camp. 

“mm, yeah, bokuto said that karasuno’s coming. they’re from miyagi. isn't that where you’re from?” kaori asks gently, a soft smile on her face as she turns to you. you blink twice as you hear the familiar high school. you nod subconsciously, a slight hint of confusion on your face.

“oh.. um, yeah, i’m from miyagi.” you respond. wait, karasuno? you felt too embarrassed to see kageyama, knowing he was probably on the team. you sigh quietly to yourself as you notice said team, but no kageyama and.. orange haired guy? you listen to the nekoma captain and setter snicker to themselves as the team looks around. 

“oh.. they’re missing two people, huh?” shirofuku says in a chuckle, looking around as she stands by the coach. you follow after her quietly, setting the teams set of bottles on the bench. you give a gentle nod to akaashi, probably the only normal person you resonate with on the team, with him giving you one back. 

an hour, give or take, passed. you yawn quietly as you walk to the doors of the gym, needing some fresh air. the two girls were talking with the coach, so you finally had an excuse to slip away. or not, considering how dramatically fashionable the two first years open the door. you pause as you accidentally make eye contact with your familiar.

“..tobio, you’re late.” you mumble quietly as you look at him. the sheer stupidness on his face made you feel a bit homesick, considering how much you oh so desperately missed your friend. you swore you saw a hint of that same nostalgia in his gaze, but you ignored it. he blinks twice, giving you an awkward nod as his gaze turns to the loud snickering and giggles shared by the entire nekoma team. a sigh escapes your lips as you walk out of the gymnasium, making up the lazy excuse that you were shutting off the hose. 

now, you’re standing with both of the karasuno manager’s. finally, someone in the same year as you. turns out, she’s petrified of you. hitoka yachi was her name. a groan escaped your lips as you left the awkward situation, going back to your home school. until you couldn’t, because your oh so silly friend from home bumps into you as he grabs more rice. 

“oh.. sorry,” he murmurs as he opens the rice cooker. you raise an unamused eyebrow, a small scoff leaving your lips. 

“you're still oblivious, tobio.” you mutter silently as he looks at you.

“and you have rice on your cheek. wipe it.” that was how the two, no the three of you grew up. kunimi would always make fun of kageyama for being so out of space, and out of touch with reality. and you’d boss him around, knowing he’d get pissed at you. it made the two of you laugh all the time. 

and so he did. he wiped his cheek.

“what, did tokyo make you even more bossy?” he quips back, practically scarfing down his second bowl of rice. you look into his eyes as he chews and talks, something you told him to never do. kageyama’s ‘upperclassmen’ were eyeing the two of you down. why was their little first year talking with the cute fukudorani manager? 

“no… i just miss bossing you around, tobio.” you mumble as you cross your arms. you blink twice as you notice the prominent height difference. woah, when did he get so tall? and.. so built..?

“both you and akira are taller than me now. remember in middle school when i was taller?” you ask in a snicker, stifling back the memories down your brain. 

you swore you saw tobio’s eyes flicker with something. Was it the same nostalgia from before? You blink twice as he falls silent, the two of you standing in the quiet corner of the dining room where the food was, further away from all of the teams. 

“you still talk to him?” he asks quietly, setting his bowl off to the side. 

“what..? a little, sometimes. i saw him when i went back for break. his sister invited me over. said she missed me.” you respond back as you lean on the closest surface. 

“he told me it’s been awkward ever since you guys played that one practice match.” now, you knew kageyama wasn’t a man of words. the boy was always hyper-fixed on volleyball. 

“i.. don’t know what happened ever since that one game in middle school. but i don't think akira is so angry anymore,” you say as you notice his silence. you blink twice as you let out a quiet sigh.

“don’t go silent, tobio.” you mumble as you look into his eyes.

“i'm not,” he murmurs. a chuckle escapes your lips as you shake your head.

“i missed you,” you say, your voice turning a bit more sensitive than usual. 

“a lot.” 

his gaze looks at you, the blank and cool stare almost immediately dissipating. instead, it becomes a look of nostalgia.

“me too,” he whispers, not noticing how low his voice got. 

the training camp ended well. you wouldn’t have said that, but you know it did because you got the ogling stares he gave you every time he did his diving drills, or when you helped the petrified blonde manager hand him serves after his little fight with his partner. 

it ended really well when you two shared a quiet, intimate hug in front of the building. you’d woken up early to help out with breakfast, which was when you noticed him going out for a run in the dead of the morning. 

“tobio, don’t forget me,” you mumble quietly as you pull back from the hug. he nods as he looks into your eyes. 

“..i don’t think i can.”

[kishibedefender]

How Two Idiots Kiss

finals are gonna kick my ass im trying to be happy rn

Prompt: Types of Kisses and Their Meanings

Word Count: 1.9k

Pair: Jade Sato-Stephens (OC) & Rohan Kishibe

Unpredictably

“There’s no way Rohan-sensei is dating Jade!” Josuke Higashikata said, his school bag slung over his shoulder. He, Koichi, and Okuyasu were walking home after school, and Koichi just had to explain what he had heard from Yukako the last weekend. 

‘It’s true! Yukako saw them kiss at the train station when she was leaving for S-City!” The shortest of the group insisted, causing Okuyasu to scoff, “Rohan-sensei dating anyone is like the sky falling. Ain’t gonna happen.”

“You remember when Jade broke his nose, Koichi. No way the two are together.” Josuke continued, and Koichi huffed, “She comes back from her University on Friday. We can wait at the train station and I can prove it!” 

“Whatever you say, Koichi. I think Yukako was lying to you, probably some weird girlfriend trick or something.” Josuke shook his head and the three continued their walk to their respective houses. It was Wednesday, so Koichi would have to wait just two short days to prove his claim. 

As the big day rolled around, the boys put their plan into action. Their mission, catch Rohan and Jade doing anything couple-y. The first task was to see if Rohan did, in fact, meet her at the station. 

Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi all ditched school, hiding behind a tree near Rohan’s house to see when he left. 

“Koichi, what time does Jade usually get back?” Josuke asked, and the teen checked his watch, “6 PM, according to Yukako.”

It was 5 PM now. Josuke leaned on his hands as he sat on the sidewalk, “This is so boring. There’s no way Rohan-sensei would date Jade, he probably was just using her for manga stuff or something.”

“Yea, doesn’t she read a lot? She’s smart, she’s probably helping him.” Okuyasu yawned and stretched, he was getting bored too. Koichi checked his watch again, the sun was beginning to set and Rohan still hadn’t left. 

“You remember that night on the corner, how lovey-dovey they were acting. I believe Yukako.” Koichi insisted, and finally, he’d have his break, “Look!” He whispered, causing  Josuke and Okuyasu to peer over the bush. 

The duo’s eyes widened, as they saw Rohan Kishibe leaving his house. He walked down the pathway, and onto the sidewalk, toward the train station. Koichi turned to look at his two friends with a smirk, “It’s too late for errands or meetings. But not too late to meet your girlfriend.” 

“He probably just has to pick something up. Look, let’s keep following him, and we’ll prove that he’s not going to meet Jade.” Josuke said, standing up. Koichi pulled him back down, “Wait! He’s going to see you. Let’s just go to the train station another way, and see if he shows up.” 

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Rohan had to fight the urge to confront the three, hiding in the bushes. Of course he had seen them, the Higashikata brat had the volume control of a raging elephant. He couldn’t enjoy one moment of peace without them interfering? 

Of course they were right, he was going to pick Jade up from the station. 

He walked down the sidewalk, trying to decide what he wanted to do about it. There was the option to use Heaven’s Door, but he didn’t feel like dealing with Jade if she found out. There was also the option of just outright telling them. 

That was too easy. No, Rohan wanted to make this funny. Keep them from snooping around his life again. 

He arrived at the station roughly 15 minutes before Jade’s train would, and leaned against a pillar. He checked his watch, waiting for the three hooligans to make their thundering appearance. Sure enough, it took them all of 5 minutes to arrive after him, hiding behind another pillar a few meters away. 

Did they think he was that stupid? 

For 10 minutes he would have to ignore their hushed squabbling, instead watching people come and go through the station. Couples meeting for first dates, friends setting off for a fun night on the town. It was busy, which worked in his favor. The more people that saw this the better, he figured. 

Jade was not going to be very pleased with this. 

The train pulled into the station right on time, and Koichi pointed to direct the other two, “There’s Jade!”

Sure enough, the green-haired girl stepped off the train with a tired smile, donning her university baseball jacket and a high ponytail. She scanned the station, spotting Rohan leaning against a pillar a ways away. Her smile grew and she waved, quickly walking over to him. 

“See, told you!” Koichi said, and Okuyasu laughed, “Yea, that doesn’t prove anything. Gotta do better than that.”

The trio watched Jade finally stand in front of Rohan and smile. They talked for a moment, before Rohan pointed straight at them. Jade looked over and her eyes widened. She turned back to say something to Rohan, but the three boys all yelled out in surprise at what happened next. 

Rohan had leaned forward and kissed Jade, pulling her closer by her waist with both arms. Jade put her hands on his elbows to steady herself, reciprocating the kiss, of course. 

Josuke and Okuyasu stared with slack jaws at the sight in front of them, while Koichi crossed his arms with a smug smile, “See, and you guys didn’t believe me.” 

2. Softly

“Rohan, it’s 2 AM…” Jade said tiredly. 

She had come over to work on her schoolwork while Rohan worked on his manga. This was a pretty normal occurrence. The two were busy people, and while they often lacked time for dates or other activities, they did enjoy working together. 

Sometime around 11 PM, Jade had fallen asleep on the floor of Rohan’s office, papers and textbooks scattered around her, and her university jacket draped over her shoulders like a blanket. Rohan, who was fully engrossed in this chapter, continued to work well after he heard Jade’s soft snores, losing track of the time. 

The young woman had found herself blinking awake in a pile of her own notes, the office dark save for Rohan’s desk light. The mangaka was hunched over his work, he didn’t seem to notice that she was awake again, so she tiptoed over. 

“We really should call it a night…” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and laying her head on his shoulder. 

“You’re welcome to go home if you’re tired. I would like to finish this.” Rohan said, and Jade grumbled something about ruining his health if he didn’t sleep. 

She felt her eyes droop again, Rohan was surprisingly warm. The artist turned his head a bit to look at his newest accessory, who was dozing off standing up. He sighed a bit, and gently shook her, “Don’t fall asleep here. You should go home.” 

Jade swatted his hand away, and Rohan finally had enough. He carefully moved her arms and stood up, taking her hand and leading her out of the room, “Come on, then.” 

He took her down the hall, to his own room, and helped her crawl into his bed. Well, she didn’t need much help. She flopped onto the mattress without hesitation, falling asleep virtually the moment her head hit the pillow, without so much as a word. Rohan manuvered her and managed to get the blanket pulled over her, stepping back to just look at what now occupied his own bed. She certainly was a mess.

He leaned forward a bit to get some of his girlfriend’s hair out of her face, watching her relaxed expression for a moment. 

She was pretty like this, not that she ordinarily wasn’t. But completely relaxed, vulnerable, she was a different kind of pretty, like an oil painting, almost. He pressed a very soft kiss to her lips, before quietly exiting the room once again to return to his work, letting Jade sleep. 

3. Comfortingly

Two people stood on the corner of a street in Morioh, one holding a bouquet of pink flowers, the other simply staring blankly down the adjoining alleyway. Jade, who held the flowers, squatted down on the balls of her feet and propped the bundle of pink foliage up on the side of the building with a gentle smile. 

“Wanna say anything, Rohan?” She looked up at the man, wrapping her arms around her knees for some stability. 

It had been a year since Reimi had left Morioh, and Jade had decided to leave some flowers for her on the occasion. Rohan had offered to come along, playing it off as a courtesy, but Jade knew he secretly wanted to come as well. 

“What could I have to say that hasn’t already been said. She isn’t here, so it doesn’t matter.” He crossed his arms, and Jade sighed, “It’s not for her to hear, it’s for you to get things off your chest, give her an update, or something.” 

Rohan didn’t say anything, so Jade spoke again, “Like, telling her that you’re beginning to plot the finale of Pink Dark Boy.” She suggested, and Rohan once again stayed silent, staring at the entry to the alley. 

“You’re a lot like her, you know. Perhaps that why I haven’t missed her as much now that she’s gone.” Rohan finally said, and Jade blinked, before looking back at the flowers and smiling, “That’s a start I suppose. It’s nice to know I remind you of your dead babysitter.” 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know that.” Rohan said, and Jade laughed a bit. She stood back up and took his hand, “I know what you meant, don’t worry. I know you miss her, even if you don’t want to say it.” She brought his hand to her lips and gave it a soft kiss, “Do you want to go?” 

Rohan shook his head, lost in his own thoughts. Jade nodded once, and stood next to him. For as long as it took. 

4. Passionately

“Did you see the look on their faces?” Jade laughed, removing her white heels in the entryway to her house. Rohan couldn’t help but laugh a bit as well, holding Jade’s hand to keep her steady. 

“I was surprised they figured it out so quickly, though I suppose we have Koichi’s girlfriend to thank for that.” Rohan said, and Jade stepped up into the house, reaching into the bag and handing him the manile folder with their marriage certificate. 

“Care to do the honors?” She said with a sly smile, and Rohan raised a brow, “Why are you looking at me like that, what did you do?” He asked, and Jade rolled her eyes, “Just open it, I want to see!” 

Rohan took the envelope and pulled the seal, carefully sliding the official document out from its paper prison. He scanned it once, and his eyes widened. He scanned it again, and then a third time. 

“Jade, did you intend to write your name that way?” He finally asked the woman in front of him.

Jade didn’t answer, simply walked into the kitchen with a mischievous look in her eye. Rohan followed her, setting the paper down on the table in the entryway, “You said you didn’t want to-”

“Change my name?” She leaned back onto the kitchen counter, propped up against the edge with her hands as Rohan stood in front of her, “What the hell am I going to do with you, Mrs. Sato-Kishibe?” He asked, and Jade’s devious smile grew. 

“Well, Mr. Kishibe. There was something we did at the courthouse that I am very intrigued to do again, if it’s all the same to you.” 

Jade didn’t have to explain further, Rohan was kissing her as she brought her sentence to an end, his hands planted on her waist. She moved closer to him, arms draping over his shoulders. The two simply shared kiss after kiss in the kitchen, excited to finally tackle this crazy, noisy, bizarre town together.

[forgetfulmachineart]

im in school rn as u sleep. get better :3

(I'm totally not 3 hours ahead of you from where I live)

im kinda hungry.

[ID: A tumblr ask from karmaerrorz "i am currently writing this while attending class. what should I do besides my work? I'm rn just drawing messy anatomy study's and kinda bored :( my teacher said they might contact home because I'm "always tired" ...but I have her first thing in the morning??? so I might be cooked" ending with a sobbing emoji/End ID]

[ID: A sketch of a cartoon tired person with a thumbs up/End ID]

(narrator joke) He in fact, did not get better.

I honestly don't have any advice for tiredness :') I'm almost always yawning. I heard that cold water/coffee or light exercise in the morning can help?

Also please just do your work when you're in class lolllllll

[dollfaceksj]

you’re a writer but you’re also a reader, right? what are things that you don’t like to read? like if you saw it in a fic it’d make you not read it

aurrr i’m very picky abt that actually!!! things that’d make me close the fic right away (aside from the extreme stuff like cnc, gore, rpe, race play, s/a, incest, abuse/domestic violence etc.)

idol aus (when its them being the idols we know them as, not them just being a famous person in an au)

unplanned pregnancy

first person pov (i just can’t do it)

only fluff (so no conflict/angst)

established relationship (without conflict.. yawn!)

this one irks me A LOT: when it’s a reader insert (you describe the character using ‘you’ pronouns and use ‘y/n’) but you describe the reader’s appearance. (skin tone, hair texture, body) just call it an original character at this point. you’re actively contributing to beauty standards. this is not 2013 wattpad😭 don’t say his shirt is like a dress on y/n, don’t say he ran his fingers through y/n’s hair, use alternatives. instead of saying your cheeks blushed or turned red, say your cheeks heated up, it wouldn’t change anything about the plot of the story but would make your story a whole lot more inclusive. black/women of color or fat women shouldn’t be an afterthought. we too have the right to imagine ourselves as the main character without you pushing beauty standards down our throats even in fictional spaces which we use to escape the reality of them

abo or hybrids (it’s just never happening babes.) vampires are the only thing i’ll give a chance but even then im iffy abt them

age gaps that are *too* big/one of them has known the other since they were a little kid even if they’re both adults now/one of them is a step parent or parent in law(YUCK!)

yandere aus are a yes or no for me. it needs to be written rlly well for me to like

i’m not big on royalty/historical stuff either

high school au cus what?😭

can’t think of any others rn but im sure there are.. so just know i’m rlly picky

[gigglessoloud]

I decided to make a small fanfiction over a silly little tik tok. I tried to make it gender neutral as best as I could. Also, it is a part far into the story because I couldn't think of a start... Plot is basically the start-ish, but I'll do that later. This is like a teaser. NSFW warning.

Venom Miguel x You.

Y/O/N=Your own name. (i didn't wanna put y/n and make it seem like those stories on wattpad...)

h/c= hair color(brown, black, red, etc.

Plot for this small part

You lived with your twin siblings, Kiren and Kaila, both at the age of 14, in a three bedroom apartment in New York. Until one day, you were walking home from your office job, and the kids were at school. You were walking by until you abruptly stopped, hearing a noise from an alley. How foolish it was of you to investigate. Now, you're here. You've sold your soul to the devil. Well, to Miguel in a sense. And now, he's been protecting you and your little family for weeks, and he wants his payback.

Warning: This is farther into the story. This is not the start. I'll post the start at a later date. This is what I had currently.

You yawned as you settled in after a long night. You took a shower, changed your clothes, and tried to stop your younger siblings from fighting. Miguel had put them in check easily. It was like the kids were scared of him. You were slightly grateful for the help. When you finally decided to take the children to their rooms, you and Miguel stayed behind. You sat down, looking up at Miguel as he stood in front of him.

Miguel had a tired look on his face, which caused you to let out a huff. “Yes Miguel?” You asked, but you were immediately taken by the next set of words. “Im fucking upset, the kids are pissing me off and I can’t keep having them run over you because you act too nice to them when they do something wrong.” The dark haired male grabbed your face forcefully glaring when you tried to pull away. Miguel smirked, “Trying to pull away? You must've forgotten who owns you. Your body, your life, your entire EXISTENCE." Miguel squeezes your chin and jawline hard. "Do you understand me, Y/O/N?” Miguel could feel the way your hands trembled under his touch, your breath shaky and trying not to seem like you are enjoying this treatment. This harsh treatment. “Miguel.. stop before the kids come back out..” which seemed to be good enough excuse that he pulled away and sighed.

Miguel picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, scoffing. “Come on.. I’m sure they’re asleep by now. Plus, I can’t hold him in much longer. It hurts..” he sighed, which, at that realization, you blushed heavily. “Miguel! Im not letting you fuck me in your other form— I swear Miguel… He wont fit!”

Miguel groaned, “Shut up, Y/O/N, you’re being loud. We haven’t even got to the fun part yet.”

It didn’t take long before the both of you were in the bedroom, and you were put down onto the ground. Miguel groans as he turns into his monstrous form, in other words, Venom. You weren't sure about this. It wasn’t like you two hadn’t done it in this form before, but it usually took much more prep than his human form. You were snapped out of your daze by Miguel barking orders. “On your knees, mouth open, understood?” Miguel said as he parted the persons lip with small kisses. His cock hardening quickly. “Open your mouth slut. Stop wriggling and stay still.” He said as he guided the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, it slowly going into your throat.

Miguel grabs a handful of your h/c locs, “Fuck..." Miguel groans. You slowly start to gag on his cock, causing you to tear up slightly. He looks at you with a smirk. "Are you crying? Stop crying. This isn’t the first time you’ve taken it. Now I know it's a teeny bit bigger compared to the human form(it's huge bro...), but if it’s too much, you know what to do, right darling?” He said with a smirk. You nod to the best of your abilities.

The end! If you have recommendations of what I could do better or do next, please leave a comment! It is greatly appreciated.

[luvrodite]

could you imagine the first time jason goes out with you and he's just flirting in the most OLD-SCHOOL, vintage, cheesy way. Like the only options he has on advice in dating is bruce, alfred, dick, or an old fashioned romance novel.

So imagine you're in the movie theatres on ur first date and he does the old " I'm pretending to yawn and stretch my arms rn but im actually putting my arm around u" but he's just so akward, nervous, and dorky about. it!! <333 orders a milkshake but oh no its too big maybe you can help him finish it? so he sticks two straws in it while u guys drink with ur faces near each other.

jsut basically jason not knowing what to do for his first date and just following all the corniest and outdated ways to woo you but does it any way because he's desperate at this point for u to let him take u out to another one. (( which u do of course <3))

first date anon do u know how beloved you are to me...i hope i did your idea justice i'm going to be thinking about this as my bedtime story tonight trust

two straws

[positiveglitchexists]

Literally tho- like right now I'm staying up cause I'm doing a bunch of school work and I finally feel the motivation to do it but that just means that I'm probably gonna sleep all day tomorrow idnidnd-

Ohhh I do the same thing- it's legit honestly, but hey at least you know the sleep is gonna be good good tomorrow- im trying to get my stupid brain to relax rn so I can fall asleep- it's sorta working I guess but it's more of a "I'm gonna yawn a hundred times" instead of an actual sleepiness

[flashbangstars]

jeno kicking his feet in the air when you two are texting because YOU called HIM princess 😌 (as a joke)

Ok this is so fucking funny, I needed some shit like this

( I changed it a little hope that's ok!)

——-

You both were sprawled across the room with laptops open and notes scattered across the floor. The test you both had on Thursday was the biggest one for the semester and neither of you had been paying enough attention in class, because like hey, who does

“Hey babe I think I might go grab some coffee, I’m this close to falling asleep on my computer��� you said yawning, stretching on the ground like a cat. Standing on wobbly legs pulling one of Jeno’s sweatshirts that has been on his desk chair. A loud whine came from the other side of the room accompanied with sheets rustling.

Jeno was rolling in the sheets, stopping to look at you and make eye contact. “Now what the fuck was that?” You laughed and walked over to be standing infront of the bed.

“Nothinnngg”

"baby that didn't look like nothing" you drawled leaning over him now, your hair falling in front of your face

"well you've been studying and studying and studying, and then only time you acknowledge me is when you wanna LEAVE me!" he whined flailing in the sheets again.

"I'm literally coming back" laughing you grab his cheeks trying to soothe the toddler your boyfriend had become.

"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME" grabbing your wrists and writhing in the sheets again.

"alright , How about you come with me and I'll buy my pretty princess something" you say finally standing up and placing your hands on your hips. Immediately stopping Jeno rolled onto his stomach and kicked his feet behind him, batting his eyelashes at you.

"you would do that! for little ole me?" he said tracing little circles in the sheet with his pointer finger.

"yes princess, now get up and get some pants on, I'll even put my hand on your thigh in the car" you said walking out of the room, hearing frantic shuffling and shrieking.

"IM COMING" loudly scrempt and footsteps running down the stairs following you.

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school has my ass in a chokehold rn sorry for the lack of stuff, i promise i have so more coming lol

[ichigomis]

hi rayray!! im a new follower and omg i absolutely love your writing!!<3 makes me feel all giddy inside😭💖

i was wondering if maybe i cld request for suna and/or mattsun with a med student s/o? you can add/remove characters as you please, i just need some dire comfort rn as a med student having it rough :^(

i hope you get this, thank you!!<3

—3:48 AM

suna squints and rubs his eyes as his vision adjusts to the sudden bright kitchen lights. his throat itches and his head is still a bit hazy with sleep when he suddenly stops and frowns.

"do you know what time it is?" he asks breaking the silence, voice hoarse and husky. you look up from your work, eyes tired and hair a disheveled mess, and offer him a weak smile.

of course you know what time it is. at this point, the clock on the kitchen wall feels more like a ticking time bomb constantly reminding you of the time you have left before your next deadline.

with a sleepy yawn, he slumps down the chair beside you, arms crossed over his chest. sprawled in front of him are your notes, some books, and your third cup of coffee—a telltale sign of yet another allnighter.

"go back to sleep, rin. i'll probably be here all night."

upon hearing you, he chuckles sarcastically and shakes his head, "you've already been here all night." he stands up and takes your already empty cup and moves to the counter, "lemme just stay here with you."

"what?" you look up from your work to look back at him. he's busy making you another cup of coffee in the middle of yawning and blinking his sleep away. he's obviously tired from the long day and needs his sleep, why would he stay now? "no, go to bed. i really am serious, i won't be finishing anytime soon."

but he only nods his head in faux understanding and walks back to the table. he sets the warm cup beside you, his own cup of coffee in his other hand. "and i am serious," he motions for you to take a sip, to take a break and you follow, "i'm staying."

and he does. he stays and patiently sits with you as you continue studying like normal.

he reads your notes, makes fun of your handwriting, and replaces your cup of coffee with water because "you need to stay hydrated and coffee is not doing that at all." he asks you about what you're studying only to mumble "nerd" once you start explaining and he reads from your books and purposely mispronounce words just to see you roll your eyes and smile.

he keeps you awake but more importantly, he keeps you company—making sure that you are not going through all this alone.

and now, just a few minutes shy from seven in the morning, he unintentionally sleeps. his arms rest on the table, cradling his head.

the kitchen is silent now like it was before he came in the middle of the night. and the morning sun is slowly peering through the windows, signaling yet another start of the day, though your day never really ended to begin with.

and as you put away the last of your things, you stare at him, his broad back comfortably rising and falling as he breathes.

you take the seat beside him and softly kiss his head, waking him from his sleep.

he shakes his head and lifts his gaze to you, eyes red from the little sleep he got but offering you the sweetest smile, "done?" he asks and you just simply nod.

with a yawn and a little stretch, he stands from his seat and takes your hand, leading you to the comforts of the bed.

there's little over an hour left before you have to get up and get going, but still, you let yourself relish in the warmth of the sheets and his body. "sorry i fell asleep," he whispers, eyes closed and half-asleep.

you shake your head against his chest and mumble, "you never left,"

and it's true. in the end, he did stay and to you, it meant more than anything. "thank you."

his eyes are heavy and he's slowly drifting into slumber, yet with what energy he has left, he smiles.

notes: hello! omg so this took me so long to do i'm so so sorry! but i hope everything's going well with med school and that you're taking time to rest up and take care of yourself :')

rbs are appreciated! *headpats* » m. list

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[dazaikinning]

strange

part 6 ಥ‿ಥ

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apologies on my behalf if its bad rn, because im currently trying to finish another fanfic and yesh its very bad trying to finish this at 4 am ashhsisgdis | @thatdazaikin i'm really sorry this didn't turn out well! i really loved your sketch by the way, it's really adorable! |

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dazai x reader (high schoolers au)

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you couldn't sleep, you tried closing your eyes so many times. you even tried suffocating yourself with a pillow! alright maybe not that far. you really can't stop thinking about some sudden kiss huh?

you sighed and just decided to get up and check up on the kitten, you went downstairs and saw her on the table. "now, now c'mere." you tried grabbing her as it jumped off the table, "oh god." you ended chasing her for what seems like 10 minutes as she finally calmed down. you sighed and lifted her up and it started licking you, "you're so lucky that you're so cute." you smiled and brought her up to your room as you both lay down, you then drifted off to sleep.

you woke up, groaning, feeling a bit irritated but super tired. you got up and prepared for school as you fed your kitten (for now) and walked to school. arriving, you saw dazai waiting for you as usual as he waved at you, "good morning!! did you get enough sleep?" "morning dazai.." yawning, "and not really.." you were basically trying to stay awake while standing. "oh noo! are there any reasons for it?" he asked with a worried tone, "it's fine, it's just the kitten being kittens." you shrugged half-lying, "how about i take care of her this time?", "if you don't mind, sure." you agreed, the bell soon rang as you both made your way to your class.

in the middle of class, you tried your best to stay awake and focus on the lessons, "heyy psst-!!" you felt someone continuously poking your back. looking back, you saw dazai smiling, "just 23 minutes more and class will be over, stay awake a little longer!" he winked while grinning, you sighed and excused yourself to the washroom to wash your face. you were really tired honestly, but you still kept thinking about it and almost fell asleep on the the floor. you proceed to walk back to class, trying to keep your eyes opened, cursed you dazai..

class was finally over as everyone left for breakfast and you immediately fell asleep.

"wake up!!" you heard dazai's voice and woke up, "what happened..?" you were suddenly on the floor, completely oblivious of why you're on the floor. "i was just reading something while eating and saw you suddenly on the floor hupft-" he was giggling as you immediately stood up and sat back on your seat, embarrassed. "that really wasn't funny seeing someone suddenly fainted." you were a bit upset, "ah, my apologies ma'am that really won't happen again, i hope. anyways, shouldn't you be eating breakfast right now or you're gonna skip again?" he pouted while shoving his lunchbox, "dazai, you really don't have to share me your food all the time- it's really fine." you refused,

"do i really have to feed you?" he sighed.

feed ..FEED ME WHAT THE FUCK??

you jumped at his words, "are you really that straight up-?" you laughed nervously, "say ah" he was pointing the food at your mouth, waiting you to eat. you were super flushed and didn't know what to do other than accepting defeat, so you sighed and ate it. "there you go, you can now have the rest or do i have to continue?" you shook your head, "you are sure one peculiar person.." you murmured, "ah! how you wounded me!" he teases, "it was supposed to be a compliment!"

how does he always come up with new flirting techniques..?

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this was short and bad but i promise i'll try to make it better next part muah♥️🦫 now im gonna get some rest it's 4 am and im still awake and my eyes hurts shsjsksjek