#yet absolutely the best roomates ever

[beloveds-embrace]

More roomate!au thoughts because, again, my brain never stops. When you move in with them, dont expect to be able to do anything by yourself ever again (unless its housework and their away), your car needs fuel? Dont worry Simon will go with you and fill it up for you and dont even think about trying to pay for it yourself, you tried once and Simon just glared at you so you tucked your card back into your purse. You need to go get a few supplies for college, Price and Gaz are joining you and giving their opinions about the best laptop to get or the best stationary (they fill out enough paperwork that they know the best ones). You're cooking them dinner, Johnnys right by your side following your every order and helping to wash up while you go relax on the sofa waiting for whatevers in the oven. And you will want for nothing, you see a pair of shoes you want while out shopping but their outside of your price range, they arrive at your door a week later just after the boys deploy, you see a pretty necklace on TV and comment on it, Johnnys there behind you fastening it just before your next night out. You lament that your mattess and bed are uncomfortable, a new one arrives the next and it just so happens to be big enough to fit all 5 of you on it.

Yeah, the boys would 1000% give you princess treatment

My mind is still on that drabble so i absolutely love this so so so very much god yes….

Original post

It doesn’t end there, of course. God, they do so, so much for you.

It’s Simon who stands right outside the bathroom door when you get sick late at night, trying to be quiet and not bother anyone yet when you tell him he should go to sleep, you’ll be fine, he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“Don’t need sleep,” he grunts, pulling you against his body. Despite your protests, his warmth alone makes you melt. “Jus’ tell me what you need.”

It’s Gaz who gifts you with a surprise spa day kit after he notices how exhausted you look during your exams, gently pushing aside your laptop. “You look knackered, lovie,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you, alright? You always spoil us when we return anyways, this the least we can do.”

It’s Johnny who immediately knows your day has been shit just from listening the way you shuffle in, shoulders slumped and head downcast.

“Someone steal yer sunshine, hen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Johnny,” you mumble tiredly, yet you have no energy to refuse when he leads you to the couch. “Bad day. I’ll just go to my room-“

“Nah, none o’ that,” he shakes his head, taking your bag. “Sit down, aye? I’ll fix you up something warm.” Though he makes sure to drap a blanket over yours shoulders before he goes into the kitchen, muttering about food.

It’s Price who goes hand in hand with your safety. All of them do make you feel safe but John is just- a bit different.

Once, you were being followed after you finished shopping and like an idiot, you’d forgotten your usual pepper spray you carried. You knew you were being followed because you could feel the eyes constantly on you and you circled the same area several times. Your hands are shaking when you text him, praying to every god-

- john

- Yes, love?

You are too afraid to even crack a smile at his serious punctuation.

- someones following me idk what to d

You don’t wait for him to reply. Just nervously, with too many typos, you tell him where you are and if please can he come or any of the men-

When John appears by your side in no less than five minutes, he just pulls you close to his side.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He ushers you along. “Bloke’s been dealt with. Give me your backs, yeah? Next time tell me or any of the muppets to join you.”

Too late you notice the blood splatters on his knuckles.

Also, remember when I said the original ad had been because they wanted someone to keep the place tidy when they are away? That doesn’t apply when they are home. If they see you cleaning or cooking, they are helping- nu uh, no complaints allowed, they are not about to let you slave away when you have four very capable men at your beck and call.

Hell, once it was Johnny who saw you scrubbing the kitchen floors and he just picked you up and placed you on the counter, tsking at you.

In a few hours, John returned to find all of them cleaning the kitchen; Soap was now dusting, Gaz vaccuming, and Simon wiping the counters.

And you were bundled in the couch corner, cozy and cute.

“What’s all this?” He asked, an eyebrow raised, and you shrug.

“She was tryin’ to clean.” Johnny grumbled from the corner.

“And you didn’t stop her sooner?”

“Bloody stubborn bird,” Ghost was the one who replied this time, not even looking up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look John fixed you with made you shut your mouth with a click.

“Good girl.”

The warmth on your cheeks was definitely not from overworking, at least.

You mention needing new clothes? You wake up to Simon’s credit card on your nightstand with a note ordering you to use it. “Strangely”, you can’t find neither your own card nor your wallet.

You also can’t find him, but Kyle’s there and oh wow! He has nothing to do so he will in fact be joining you (and making you model the dresses and outfits and send pictures to the others so you can be drowned in compliments)!

Also i like to hc that john(s) are both huge coffee lovers and they do in fact have those huge, fancy coffee machines yk? They are insulted when they see you drink the cheap, shitty, tasteless instant coffee you are surviving on and from then on, you will wake up every day to warm, fresh coffee made for you <33

Anyways gods i love them sm can you tell 😩😩

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Saffy Lemur's 2023 Simon Riley Fic Recommendations

Jumping on the bandwagon of showing some appreciation to some of the following COD writers that I’ve grown to love reading their work💕❤️ please do yourselves a favor and give some love to these amazing writers.

These are only a few of the many that I absolutely adore, and I plan to add many, many more as time goes on💕❤️💕

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Series:

The Roomate Series by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world : I absolutely adore the way Simon is written in this series. Wonderfully written story, and well worth the read.

Somebody’s Watching Me by @deakyjoe : not enough can be said for just how much I love this story. I’ve re-read it more times than I can count. One of the very first Simon series I’ve read, and I cannot recommend it enough.

Absolution by @barefoothighlander : Husband Simon in this is amazing. I loved the story, and the characters. So well written!!

Happiness by @lethalchiralium : This. This. This. Has to be one of my favorites of Simon as a dad. This author is one of the many that inspired me to write. Please, read this, and all her works.

Cure For Me by @groguspicklejar : it’s a zombie ghost series, what on earth more could you wish for. This is absolutely killer and so well written.

Smut:

Simon Seeing Your Tummy Buldge by @hyperfixatesnwrites : the title of the fic should be MORE than enough to have anyone racing to read this. Absolute WONDER of a smutty fic. 10/10.

Simon Gets Jealous by @strlingsav : This authors smut is next level, I truly have no words. Jealous Simon is top notch here, and had me on my damn knees.

Your Lieutenant Confesses His Feelings by @strlingsav : No amount of praise will ever be enough for this one.

MW2 Reactions To You Being A Virgin by @sweet-as-an-angel : more than just Simon on this one but HOLY HELLLLLL this made my mouth water. Fantastic, truly amazingly written smut.

I Hear You Like Magic? I’ve Got A Wand And A Rabbbit! By @makoodles : this was so purely and utterly delicious I cannot recommend this read enough. 10/10

Simon Riley With a Voice Kink by @konigsblog : this was absolutely delicious. Never did I think Simon having a voice kink would turn me on…but here we are.

Simon Riley With A Breeding Kink by @tojisun : another amazingly written smut. This author nails it every single post.

S’ Fucking Small by @cheesit-notes : Simon having a size kink will always drive me wild and this fic in my opinion is one of the BEST at portraying it.

Taking What You Need by @rowarn :no words needed, one of my all time favorite smuts. Simon in this is what I need in my life

Fluff:

Sleep by @lethalchiralium :this is so fricking adorable. One of my favorite fluff fics.

Denial by @callsign-prophet : A recent one, but this had my toes curling, my smile widening and me squealing like a tween.

Interrupted by @milf-murdock : this. Is. So. Adorable. Absolutely please read this

Hate You by @empresskylo : eeeeeppp the slight angst! To fluff is just killlleerrr here.

You Want To Kiss Me So Bad It Makes You Look Stupid @empresskylo : this author hits it out of the park yet again with this one. I loved the heck out of this one!!!

Simon Can’t Sleep Without You by @empresskylo : I love this so much, it’s adorable, it’s cute, it makes my heart flutter. Please read it,

Angst:

Firefighter FWB Ghost And Breaking Up by @hyperfixatesnwrites : the angst, the heartbreak, the way this was so well written. I loved it so fricking much.

Just For Now by @hyperfixatesnwrites :another angst break up fic that destroyed my soul (but it was fricking amazing)

Why? By @riverbutghost : Eeep I’m so in love with the “enemies(ish) to lovers trope” this is by far one of my favorites!!!

Toxic DBF Simon by @tojisun : I literally cried at the ending of this. The angst was out of this world, and I couldn’t help but re-read it multiple times.

Nothing Fucks With My Baby by @kitkatscabinet :the angst to comfort on this one is amazing. I loved this fic, and made me so desperately wish I had a Simon for myself.

Ipseity by @darklordofthesimp : another absolutely fantastic angst hurt/comfort that I adored. One of my all time favorites.

[sizey-oc-smackdown]

ROUND 1: BATTLE 6

Participants: @data-expunged-0 's Minim, @a-tiny-frog-girl 's Mars, and @poprockpanda 's Bea and Amanda (Bea is the bottom picture and Amanda is the top picture) (omg me again) (i am gonna shill extra hard for my gals)

Descriptions: "Stubby horns, tan skin, green eyes, wears an orange sweater with red stripes and a pair of sweatpants."

"Mars is a 16 yr old borrower who's seen the worst of both borrowers and humanity. She is incredibly empathetic and curious and is often the one to bridge the gap after a fight. She is also constantly incredibly hard on herself because she feels like she's a terrible borrower. On any given day, you can probably find her either in mortal danger or curled up, taking a nap near her human friends."

"They are the wives ever. Bea is an adventurous buffoon who pretends to be way more smooth than she actually is. Amanda is an anxious bitch in normal, safe social situations but she will absolutely kick ass when she needs too."

Propaganda: "He can turn into coins and rings. If you look at your reflection in the coin/ring, Minim will stare back instead of your reflection. He also is creetchur status."

"her name is Mars cuz she's named after a Mars Bar, her love language is touch so she loves being petted and might even purr if she feels safe enough, she's autistic and one of her special interests is space and another is humans and human culture, she has a disability that causes her to need sleep more often than most borrowers, she's really good with animals but also terrified of animals, she's gay and asexual, and she is amazing at picking anything up quickly."

"They just my little gay idiots. They make up dumb nicknames for each other, they dance in their little kitchen while listening to songs on the old Ipod they borrowed, they adopt three tramuatized kids who fell onto their human roomate's countertop and a cat in their various aus. They carved their home out of nothing with the help of an older borrower living in the same apartment building who also basically adopted them. They are the best moms ever no matter what universe they are in."

Extra Bits of Propagana: Mars Fic

Bea and Amanda Fic

ALRIGHT TIME TO SHILL CUS I DON'T WANT MY GALS TO GET MURKED IN THE FIRST ROUND.

If they win I will finish the long awaited Hanging By A Thread Chapter 6 and 7. If they somehow make it past the second round, I will write the first chapter of the Crossover Fic (the one where they adopt the three kids). Idk yet what to do if they get to round 3 cus I don't want to get my hopes up lol

[ang3lzwrld]

smarties + y/n

your personal friendgroup

y/n ;

failing college student in need of help

loves to study at crux coffee, especially with the quiet atmosphere in the early mornings

refuses to take tutoring from albedo

insert reader here

ayaka ;

shares a clothing company with her brother after her parents died and they inherited it

y/ns roomate and secret no.1

WILL cook you food and tuck you in when youre sick

lumine ;

best (worst) sister in the world to aether, one of kazu’s friends

hu tao’s roommate, just trying to get through college (she has straight As)

loves chilling with the bffs and laid back hang outs

hu tao ;

owner of wangsheng funerals, very upbeat for someone who deals with the dead

absolute party animal, always on every invite list, lumines roommate

sleeps through/misses half of her classes yet still gets good grades

albedo ;

smartest person you’ll ever know, actively tutors for money

gorous roommate, tries to tutor y/n but they dont let him/get distracted

serious at first but he’s actually a huge sweetheart when you get to know him

gorou ;

certified dogboy

albedos roommate, just trying to get through college part 2

insists on helping y/n but ends up getting distracted (he tried his best)

[slut4sway]

Hall/Smith there was only one bed pleek

someone lit from within

blurring out my periphery

my smile is like i won a contest

and to hide that would be so dishonest

and it’s fine to fake it till you make it

til you do, til it’s true

and it’s like snow on the beach

weird but fuckin beautiful

🎧••••••••••••••••••••••••••••🫙

and they were roommates

tags : sharing a bed, getting together, friends to lovers, crush denial/internalized hatred, awkward, bro cuddling, fluff, requested, breakup recovery, taylor hall/craig smith, bruins ensemble

notes : i’ve never written this rare pair hope it’s all good!!

the boys were in new york for an away game, tensions were high as the rangers were playing pretty good this season. it’s been a rough couple of weeks for the entire team; but especially smith. he’s had some pretty nasty shit go down with his ex girlfriend and another guy. poor guy hasn’t been able to sleep for more than 3 hours without waking up on the verge of tears. everything’s been kind of difficult, with all the stress of the team and working out roomates hassle. because he zoned out, craig ended up sharing a room with taylor because everyone else had made arrangements to share a room with their best friends, and maybe the boys just figured. honestly, was it a blessing or a curse? he’s had a heart-wrenching crush on his best friend for years, but knowing he couldn’t have him made everything a living hell. he’s tried to deny it; get a girlfriend as a cover up but it just seemed to make matters worse, bottling up his emotions like that. something in taylor and the way he treated him just put him in a chokehold.

“okay there, bud?” the canadian beside him called out. craig had been so obviously pondering over something, and obviously caught taylor’s attention.

“um- great. just thinking… i guess” he awkwardly fibbed. he was definitely not fine. being in love with taylor and his ex still running through his mind stressed him out.

“you don’t look okay.. i can tell when your lying, smitty.” god that stupid nickname. taylor replied, tilting his head to match the angle of his friends.

“really i’m fine..” craig responded, slightly irritated by his observation. really he didn’t want to be ‘not okay’.

“cmon, i can tell. what’s on your mind? is it your ex?” the younger man interrogated, determined to find the reason to his friends stoic yet tense expression.

smith silently nodded his head. why did he absolutely despise the way he knew? he didn’t want him to know the real reason. he wasn’t completely lying, though. his ex was still running around his mind.

“she was a fucking bitch. i hated her im sorry but it had to be said. maybe this would be a good time to tell you i never got a good feeling about her but i just- wanted to keep you happy.” taylor insulted, following up with a confession.

craig clenched his jaw at his swears, but mostly of all his secret he had released so non-chalantly. he seriously wanted to keep him happy? he really wanted to say how much he hated big, dumb taylor. how he hated his best friend. how he hated he loved him more than a friend should. how he hated him and how he cared so much. how he didn’t tell him the truth just so he could stay content. but he hated most of all how he didn’t hate him. how he wishes he could just tell him he belonged with taylor. but those words would never be said, right?

“maybe you were right. i kind of knew you didn’t like her.” smith trailed off, still staring off into the passing trees as the bus rolled down the slow transition from trees to the mountains of barely upstate new york.

“i’m sorry for bringing her up.. on the bright side i’ve got you as a a roommate again” taylor tried to lighten the mood. he rested a hand on the older man’s knee, pushing out an awkward apology. maybe that made things worse.

craig tensed up at the touch, he hoped he didn’t hear him right. it wasn’t really a surprise they were going to be staying in the same room, but ever since the breakup hes wanted taylor more than ever. scared to say or do something he might regret, he just looked away at his sleeping teammates.

•••

the drive was long and dreary, the dead of winter in new york was not pretty at all. city traffic of downtown manhattan wasn’t much better. it felt like a release as soon as they pulled up to their hotel, looking up at the industrial style and sleek structure. the bus came to a quiet halt, the loss of movement in the vehicle breaking the constance of the boys’ naps.

“fucking new york.. i hate it here” fliggy groaned in the back.

“it’s not that bad.. i mean it could be worse right?” mcavoy chimed in.

“well you think so cause you grew up like half an hour from here or whatever the fuck-“ waking fliggy from his nap and speaking to him wasn’t the smartest decision.

smith tuned out the bickering in the background, as he got out of his seat to stretch. taylor followed, as he brought his arms over his head and released the pressure. craig subtly took a glance at his exposed midriff, keeping the picture of his happy trail and tanned abs in his mind. what the hell was he thinking? this was gonna be a long night.

taylor rubbed his stubble, cracking his neck while he trodded off the bus. he followed craig into the building.

“i’ll get us checked in with the boys, alright? just go take a minute.. i know things are uh- pretty rough right now.” he told smith. everything just felt more awkward, they weren’t the friends they were when smith had just ignored his feelings. it seemed like taylor knew, the way he bit his lip to self soothe seemed to tell craig everything he needed to know but left him with so many questions.

smith just gave him a thankful glance before he trudged over to a seating area by a semi enclosed sun room. the sky grew dull, more so than it had been on the drive here. darker as well, as the evening progressed. raindrops started to trickle down onto the glass. a thousand thoughts came rushing into his head the second he sat down, it was so overwhelming it almost made him dizzy. he couldn’t be left alone with his own thoughts, not now. he dropped his head into his hands propped up on his knees, running a hand through his hair. the ambient sound of people walking and speaking slowly faded, his mind just getting even louder. finally it was interrupted.

“smitty, you feelin okay?” taylor asked, eyeing the way his body language subtly perceived his mood.

“i got it all figured out, the doormen are even bringing our bags up. it’s gonna be okay, i swear”

the way he spoke to him so patiently just sparked something inside of the older man. why did he have to be in love with his best friend? of all people, for fucks sake.

“yeah, thank you; sorry really i’ve just been out of it.” he rasped, wiping away some sneaking tears from his eyes.

“don’t apologize, please bud.. just come up to the room we can talk about it there alright?” taylor coerced, canadian accent laying in quite thick; more than normal.

smith nodded, biting the inside of his cheek as he stood up from the cushioned seat and followed his friend to the elevator. everything just seemed like a blur, one second he was pressing the call button and the next they were at the door to their room. was he really that disoriented?

taylor inserted the key into the reader, as it clicked open with a green light. he stepped into the room and flicked the light on. their bags were already neatly laid out in a corner. he studied the room and the way it was decorated but then it hit him; there was only one queen sized bed.

“fuck..” smith whispered under his breath. this day couldn’t have gotten any worse, but now he had to share a bed with his best friend and the man he’s loved in secret for years.

“i’ll take the floor-“ he blurted out. he didn’t want this to be more awkward than it already was, given how they both weren’t really their bubbly, dumb selves.

“no, smitty. don’t make it weird. it’s a big bed, we can just share” taylor suggested. maybe he didn’t realize that two 6”1 men would have to barely be able to lay comfortably in a mediocrely sized bed.

“fine.” craig didn’t really want to protest. he sighed and made a beeline to his bags to the bathroom. maybe cause he was just tired. or maybe he’s been wanting this all along and he didn’t want to say anything.

they both went their seperate ways in the spacious room. smith made his way over to his own duffel bag and searched for a change of clothes. he picked out some grey sweats and thumbed through the folded clothes for a pair of boxers. he unzipped another compartment and took a pair of fluffy socks. he got up off his knees to his feet and turned the corner to the door to the bathroom. the automatic light turned on as the fan whirred to life. he flicked on the light that outlined the large circular mirror and took a look around at his surroundings. he set down his clothes and pulled a folded towel from the shelf. turning on the shower, it heated up quickly and the steam began fill the room and make his tired head spin. he groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes as he started to slip off each article of remaining clothing until he was bare. he stepped into the hot stream of water pouring from the rainfall shower head. it seemed like forever, those past couple of minutes. he just thought of his interactions with taylor and how awkward they were. he missed when they could fuck around and be themselves with the aftersilence feeling intimate instead of awkward. the past couple of weeks felt like everything was falling apart, nothing was as it once was. these thoughts filled his head as he let the hot water turn his carved body red. after breathing in the thick air for a while, it seemed to give him a false high. maybe this gave him the motivation to actually get cleaned up so he can maybe decide if sharing a bed with his friend was a blessing or a sign from hell. he pumped some shampoo out of the bottle mounted on the wall and lathered it into his dark, soaked hair. he massaged it to his scalp, excess rinsing off along with letting the water rinse off his head and all the product out of his hair. following the same procedure with conditioner, but while waiting for it to set he scrubbed his body with sage scented body wash.

after what seemed like forever, he finally let the water run all over him and rinse off the all the soap. the constant sound of water running suddenly stopped with a creak of the faucet handle turning. craig stepped out of the shower onto a fluffy white bathmat that absorbed each stray droplet of water. he wrapped the towel around his waist and turned towards the fogged up mirror to his left, drying it with one of the smaller towels. he took another folded up different sized towel and wrung out all of the excess, now cold water from his hair. the remaining steam in the room just seemed to make him more dizzy than he already was. smith ran his hands through his dark, silky flow, separating and fluffing up parts that were slicked back with water. after fixing his hair he slipped on the pair of plaid boxers and let the waistband snap to his hips. following, he stepped into his sweatpants and pulled them up just below his waistband. mindlessly just muscle memory as he just slid on the fluffy socks.

taylor scrolled through some random shows on netflix, resting his head on a stack of pillows with an arm slung over his waist and another holding the remote. his attention was lapsed from the endless scrolling on the tv to the smith walking out of the bathroom as steam billowed from the doorway.

“holy shit, smitty.. you were in there for like an hour and a half!” he nervously laughed, studying the redness on his shoulders.

“really? i didn’t feel like i-“ smith was interrupted by the sight of his best friend laid out on the bed, tanned abs, v line, grey sweatpants, the way his overdue-haircut messy flow fell perfectly over his forehead; the whole deal. he could have sworn he turned as red as a god damn fire truck with the way blood rushed to his cheeks and drifted all the way to his chest. he’d always seen taylor shirtless, but it was just different this time.

“alright there?” the younger man questioned, his casual expression turning worried.

“mhm. just… dizzy from the hot shower i guess-“ he lied, trying to make an excuse for how flustered he got.

“oh, fuck.” taylor swore under his breath as he glided of the bed and hurried over, gently taking hold of his friends wrists as he snaked a hand up to his bicep.

“just sit down alright? i’ll get you something to drink.” he said, leading smith to the bed. the dark haired man just let him move his body, head overloaded with his lingering thoughts and everything to do with his best friend.

taylor made sure he got comfortable on the bed while he fumbled in the mini fridge under the tv for some juice to bring him back to full awareness. he rushed over to his side, climbing back to his spot next to him. maybe he was too close for being “just friends”. he softly passed him the small bottle of chilled apple juice.

smith fixed his dull eyes to his ever so gentle calloused hands that rested on his inner thigh and passed him the juice.

“drink some, for me?”

taylor unscrewed the cap to the small bottle, as he laced their fingers together with each of their free hands, caressing his hand with his thumb. were both of them so sure they were and always will be “just friends”?

“damn you really turn into a mother as soon as i get sick, or hurt, or some bullshit like this.” the older man teased, if he hadn’t said this maybe taylor wouldn’t pull his hand away and turned so red.

“i mean- you’re my best friend and like.. i didn’t realize.. just fucking drink it smith.” taylor retaliated, taking his hands off him. there it is. there’s the returning awkwardness.

the ends of the dark haired man’s lips uncurled, as he shifted his gaze from their hands to the wall, taking a sip. unbeknownst to we’re taylor’s hands were. he didn’t want to imagine them anywhere else but on him. some random netflix show was playing in the background, maybe continuing from the trailer. he mindlessly downed the small bottle, reaching over taylor to put the empty glass bottle on the nightstand. more and more thoughts just came running to his head, yelling and screaming and reminders that he fucked up with his ex, and just made this situation silent agony. his eyes grew slightly glassy. he tried to blink away some tears but it seemed to just make them fall from his eyes.

“hey, hey, don’t cry.. it’s okay” taylor cooed to him like a child, as he noticed a change in smiths face. he kind of already caught on to why he was upset. he turned his head and shifted so he could face him.

“i’m- oh my god, tay; it’s all my fucking fault.. if i were good enough maybe she would have stayed.. if i were better she could still be here” he sobbed into his hands, just letting out every emotion he’s been holding in.

“don’t you ever talk down on yourself like that, smitty” taylor said harshly but somehow turned his tone to be forgiving in a way.

“it’s her fault she couldn’t see what i see, you’re more than enough. you don’t need validation from a woman, you’re too good for her and she didn’t deserve you at all” he reassured.

“..what you see? whaddya mean?” craig questioned, a chill running down his back.

“i mean.. where do i even start? you’re my best friend, you have such nasty flow; like come on she couldn’t do better if she tried! and you’re just such an amazing person i cant put it into words. i love everything about you and nobody could compare. smitty you’re so perfect and don’t you ever forget that, hear me?” compliment after compliment, taylor really poured his heart out even if they weren’t as deep of words as he meant them to be.

the “perfect” and “i love everything about you” just played over and over again in smiths head. if he meant it platonically or more than that would remain a mystery for the time being. the tears still fell from his puffy eyes. damn it, taylor made his life so complete but so difficult.

“i- i honestly don’t even know what to say back”

“you don’t have to, just let it all out”

and with that statement he did. he let out all his hopeless sobs and whines, falling into taylor’s gentle embrace. his salty tears fell from his glassy eyes to either taylor’s shoulder or off the sharp of his jaw onto his friends pectorals. he gripped onto taylor’s back so hard his fingers probably turned white.

“i’m here, i got you” taylor continued to reassure him, massaging the back of the brunettes head as he wrapped an arm around his trembling body. smith really had a hold on his back, but anything for his best friend really.

“fuck i’m not gonna be able to sleep after this”

“what can i do to help, i’ll do anything i can” the younger man warmly said to the crying man in his arms.

“just.. hold me” smith asked, quite hit or miss of him.

“i mean.. yeah if bro cuddling helps i’m fine with it” the canadian hesitated, but he really would go to so many lengths to keep his friend happy.

smith silently cheered and mentally jumped up and down like a happy little kid. maybe this was his awakening he didn’t have to deny it anymore. he shifted his position so taylor could get comfortable. they both lied flat on the bed as taylor finally turned off the tv in the background and flipped off the lights, just leaving the dim glow from the city skyline in the window that shone onto their faces. his nose grazed the tender skin of taylor’s neck, as his skin tensed under his touch. smith gently slung a leg over his thigh, taking in every second as taylor wrapped his chiseled arms around him. minutes of silence passed.

“tay, can i be dead honest with you?” he sort of choked through tears. finally he took a real risk.

“always, what’s up” taylor rasped, making blazing eye contact with him from their close position.

“this is really hard for me to say but i feel like you really should know and like..” smith sucked back a little bit, just beating around the bush.

“go ahead, i’m listening” the younger man said with a sleepy tone.

every one of taylor’s words just sent a new shock through his body.

“i mean.. i kind of- like i.. i’ve had feelings for you since you were signed. i got a girlfriend as a cover up and maybe i got a little too wrapped up in it but.. now i’m not really gonna ignore my issues anymore. it’s been bothering me for a while but just got worse since the breakup; and that’s why i’ve been acting so off, i’m really sorry i didn’t tell you before..” smith finally confessed, took him long enough as he ended his rambling and bit his lip to self soothe. he couldn’t bare to hold eye contact after what he just said, so he decided to stare off into the skyline.

“wow.. smitty. i’m really proud of you for being able to say that.. and now that i know for sure you’ve got a thing for me it would probably be a good time to tell you there’s a reason ive been turning everyone down, because honestly it’s always been you; you’re all i want and all i need, smitty” he finally confessed. the younger man gently stroked his soon to be lovers hair, rubbing his back and tracing hearts and shapes on his smooth bare skin lovingly.

“hallsy i-“ smith was already emotional, and this news just made his tears of pain turn into happiness. he shifted his weight so he was lying atop taylor. he released his right grip on his back and ran his hands up the the nape of his neck, twirling the ends of his hair.

taylor didn’t have to say much. he gently took cupped his cheek and brought him down to his level. the amount of want smith had cooled down. now they were just in each others presence and nothing felt rushed. their lips barely brushed one another, just feeling their lungs expand under them until they finally closed the centimeter of space between them. there was nothing that had to be finished by a deadline. just them. the kids was soft and sweet, nothing rough could come of it. the warmth of their tongues collided, sharing each others saliva as their prolonged kiss took their breath. smith rested his forehead on taylor’s, pulling away to catch his breath. the way his full lips felt against his was something different and unmatched. they made eye contact, even with heavy, half lidded gazes. taylor caressed his back, a hand rested just beneath his waistband on his hip and another cupping his cheek.

“i don’t think you understand how long i’ve wanted you, i don’t ever wanna imagine having to go back to a time when you weren’t mine.” smith told, almost going cross eyed from the way they were looking at each other.

“i’m here now, i’m all yours my love” taylor said breathlessly, connecting them once again; their lips making contact as needed. it was so right, the way their bodies fell together like a puzzle piece.

“god you get me so high” smith whined through the kiss, until they finally parted for air. taylor still continued to whisper sweet nothings and leave constant stray kisses along his neck. he finally relaxed his muscles and melted onto the younger man’s body.

“tay.. what are we now?” the brunette asked, his stubble rubbing against taylor’s jawline.

“i mean would you do this with someone who’s not your boyfriend? cause then i think you have your answer, smitty.” the canadian warmly spoke.

smith just chuckled at his snarky comment, now the after silence didnt feel so awkward. maybe things were going back to normal because they are supposed to be each others normal. the silence finally felt intimate again. he felt taylor play with his hair and fold over his waistband. his touch just made him relaxed enough to fall asleep slowly. he struggled to stay awake , no light in the room besides the downtown manhattan glow.

notes : denial is a river in egypt.

[mystic-writings]

little things | sirius black

PAIRING – sirius black x fem!potter!reader

SUMMARY – you’ve been in love with sirius black for years, but not for the reasons people assume. when your older brother gets married, sirius proposes that you run away with him

WARNINGS – non-voldemort AU, believed unrequited love, fluff

WORD COUNT – 2,563

NOTES – yet another rewrite from my old account!! read the original here

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Being a Potter would always have its advantages. Fancy parties with other ‘high-up’ magical families, fortunes left behind from the work of your ancestors, being able to train and work on your abilities and magic from a young age. However, with advantages there were always disadvantages. Too many people knew who you were, or knew your name at least. The dress clothes your parents forced you into for parties were always garish and uncomfortable. No one was willing to suck it up and date you.

The last one wasn’t because of the strings attached to your family name, perse. It was, however, because of the infamous reputation your brother and his band of buffoons built up around Hogwarts over the years. They were a pain in your ass more often than not, but somewhere along the line, between helping you out with classes they’ve taken before and getting revenge on those who wronged you in any way, they became a sort of family to you. So much so that by the time you reached the age where boys became attractive instead of repulsive, they took it upon themselves to threaten anyone who so much as even looked at you like they were interested in asking you out.

At first it was annoying, but after a late night conversation with your roommates one night you realized that it didn’t really matter, because the only person you could ever be interested in that attended the school was absolutely off limits, no matter what you said or did or how much you tried to convince James. Because you had a massive, head over heels crush on Sirius Black.

You honestly felt like a cliche character in every average romance book and movie. Of course, you had to develop feelings for your older brother’s so-called rebellious, bad boy best friend.

But you just couldn’t help it. Because that was what he tried to be in front of everyone but you and his best friends. You were sure that if he’d shown the sides of him to everyone else that he showed to you, everyone at Hogwarts would be begging to date him. But all they saw was his shiny hair, his suave attitude and his charming smile. You, though, you saw all of it and more. You got the pleasure of seeing what he hid underneath his facade. Of seeing all of the little things that made him into who he was.

That genuine, hearty laugh that he only ever used in the presence of his friends and your parents, the care and worry he often displayed when a prank backfired or someone got upset, even if he had nothing to do with it. How he usually tended to cling to you like a koala bear after one too many drinks at a Gryffindor party. The impressively extensive and poetic knowledge he possessed about the stars and the myths attached to each constellation; knowledge that he loved so much but hated where he got it from, but was proud to share it with you. The fact that he took his tea with very little milk and two sugars, and that he preferred his tea cookies with strawberry jam over anything else. So much so that he would refuse to eat them if there was none present.

Even though you were a year younger than all of them, James’ friends liked to consider you an honorary Marauder. That particular title had only ever been given to two people – yourself and Lily. She’d been a very good friend of yours long before she even tolerated James, even despite the small age gap between you two. She was the only person on the planet, aside from your roomates (though you think they’ve long forgotten that conversation in third year) who knew how you felt about Sirius; about how it had extended far beyond a simple crush ages ago.

Still, no matter how many times she’d insisted that Sirius loved you, too, you’d never believe what Lily had to say. She claimed, swore up and down, even, that she could see it all clear as day, just by the way he softened whenever he was around you, and how willing he was to do things for you that he did for no one else. But he thought of you as a sister, and had even said so on multiple occasions, so Lily had to have been wrong. She’d also told you, though, that it was impossible to not see it, that you should’ve noticed something by now considering staring as Sirius was something you had a bad habit of doing when he was around, but you didn’t.

Because he was your brother’s best friend, you weren’t meant to fall in love.

He was your brother’s best friend, and in turn, your best friend as well.

All of that pining you suffered with should’ve been left behind two years ago, when he and James and the rest of the group graduated from Hogwarts. But he sent you letters every week while you were still in school. And he didn’t move out of your parents house until after Christmas break. And he, James and Lily visited you during Easter holidays, so you were still stuck with those infuriating feelings for longer than you planned and expected to.

After you had graduated yourself, you decided to move into a tiny apartment above a cute little shop in a muggle neighborhood, spending your weekends in the house that James and Lily bought right before you left school, hanging around with her and the bots to soak up as much time as you possibly could with them.

Now, just over a year after you graduated, you stood in the bridal suite of a church, pinning locks of Lily’s blazing red hair back with bobby pins. It was going to be a relatively small wedding overall, but you knew it would be beautiful. And you couldn’t be more proud of Lily and James for choosing each other after so long.

“You know,” the bride started, catching your gaze in the mirror, “I can’t wait until you and Sirius finally get over yourselves and get together. I’ve already got a board drawn up for your wedding.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, well thank Merlin you’ve already got it all planned. That surely takes all the weight from my shoulders for when it doesn’t happen.”

“It’ll happen, I’m sure of it.” Lily said. “I’ve got a feeling something’ll happen soon. I don’t know when, but it’ll surely be soon. Before the end of the year, at least.”

You shook your head at the girl. “You’ve got to let it go, Lil. I’m okay with not being with him, you know? It’s been so long that I’ve just sort of accepted that nothing will happen. Especially considering James and the fact that he’s… well, he’s James. I’ll move on eventually.”

“But when excactly will that be? I mean, wouldn’t you rather suck it up and tell him? Wouldn’t it be better than just living with it silently?”

“No!” You told her. “No, it wouldn’t, Lily. I could ruin our relationship with that kind of confession, and I’d rather not be the one to break up our friend group, thank you very much.”

Lily only scoffed as you finished up her hair, packing up all the extra hair and makeup supplies that were left over or just didn’t get used.

Taking her hand, you pulled her from the chair she sat in, straightened out her dress skirt, and handed her the bouquet. “Come on, love. You’ve got a wedding to get to.”

Exchanging smiles, you headed out the door to line up with the bridesmaids. That familiar flutter in your chest acted up again when you spotted Sirius in his suit, possibly looking the best you’ve ever seen him. It intensified when you linked arms with him for the wedding march, but all it took was a single, reassuring smile from him to calm you down.

Just as you’d planned and predicted, the ceremony was absolutely beautiful. Everyone was in attendance and James and Lily had written their own vows, both of which brought you to tears. Your older brother, the boy who scared off the monsters in your closet despite being scared of his own, was officially a husband; and you officially had a sister.

The reception, which was being held in a tent in a meadow near your childhood home, had been going on for hours, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. It was long after sunset and the music was still blaring, with people drinking, talking, singing and dancing everywhere you looked.

You stood barefoot in the meadow with your shoes hooked on your fingers, deciding to take a break from the festivities behind you. The breeze was chilling your arms, sending goosebumps up your spine, but you didn’t care. The view of the night sky was nice enough for you to excuse the drop in temperature. Your eyes kept to the sky above, the half moon illuminating the wildflowers that swallowed your calves.

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying the party?” A voice called out from behind, startling you. Your heart rate calmed when you turned and realized it was only Sirius. “After all, you did help plan the whole thing.”

Turning back around, you shrugged and brought your arms to your chest. “Yeah. ‘M just taking a breather. It was getting a bit too stuffy in there.”

Sirius came to a stop at your right. “And in order for you to do that you… took off your shoes?”

“Of course I did, Sirius.” You said. “They were getting uncomfortable.” Another gust of wind blew past, and you fought your body’s urge to shiver. Taking a breath, you spared Sirius a glance. “You know, I always had a feeling they’d end up together. At some point, at least.”

“How?” Sirius asked, face scrunching up as he looked at you. “Lily didn’t even like him until 6th year. She could barely tolerate him until 4th year. Now James, I understand. He’s your brother, plus he makes practically everything about himself obvious. But Lily? No way.”

“Actually, Mr. Black, there was a way.” You laughed. “It’s called being observant. I could see it from miles away. Plus I was her best friend, you know. I heard more than enough rants about James to tell.” You explained. “Plus, the little things can tell you everything. Like once in 4th year, I caught Lily staring at James from across the Great Hall, and not with the rage she used to stare at him with. There was love in her eyes, and that told me all I needed to know. When James stopped making a big show of asking her out in 5th year, started to actually get to know her? That was another one. And do you know why we stopped pranking the Slytherins all the time in your 6th year?”

“Why? And what does that have to do with anything?”

You chuckled and turned your gaze back to the meadow. “It matters, Sirius, because Lily asked him to. When they were on the train at the beginning of the year.”

Seemingly baffled, Sirius’ posture straightened and confusion twisted his features. “How the hell could you know something like that?”

“I overheard them on the way to the bathrooms.” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. “I may be observant, Padfoot, but I can’t read minds.”

Sirius breathed a laugh, his features relaxing as he turned his gaze back to the field before you. The silence settled over the two of you like a comfortable blanket as both of your eyes scattered across the wildflowers and tall grass.

“Little things,” Sirius muttered to himself, head tilted back to allow him the full view of the night sky. “Like how I used to make sure your favorite cereal was always on the grocery list at home? Or how when we spend the day together I absolutely have to make you laugh because it’s my favorite sound in the world? What about how I always have and always will go to you when I’m upset or I’m having a problem because somehow you know exactly what to say to help me or make me feel better?”

You could feel your entire body warming at Sirius’ words. Turning to him, you found that somewhere in his spiel that he turned to face you entirely, and you tried to avoid his gaze as best as you could. “Sirius, I…” you started. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to tell you that I love you.” Sirius said, a soft determination filling his words. “I’m in love with you, Y/n. I have been ever since I laid eyes on you, shy and hiding behind your brother on that train so long ago. You’re… you’re everything to me.”

Tears lined your eyes and a sort of sad smile graced your features. “Sirius, I shouldn’t be in love with you.” You started, watching his face fall. “I shouldn’t be, but I am. I’ve been in love with you since before my 3rd year, even if I didn’t realize it. But you’re James’ best friend. Hell, he sees you as his brother. He’d kill us both if he found out we started dating.”

Sirius seemed to consider your words for a while, as the silence stretched over you again. Then, taking a breath, he spoke. “So let’s run away together.”

Your eyes widened and you blanched at his proposition. “Sirius Black are you out of your mind? Do you really think that we could just run away together to a cottage in the hills and live happily ever after or something?”

“Yeah, I do.” Sirius said. When he noticed your expression didn’t change, he continued. “I’m not joking, Y/n. We could be happy together. We already know everything about one another. We’re both well enough off to buy a house and live simply for a while, we don’t need jobs just yet. And just for the record, I don’t really care what anyone thinks or has to say, especially James. Because I only know one thing that really matters, and it’s that I am madly in love with you and I’ll just about die if I don’t get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The tears that you blinked away in your initial surprise returned, your heart warmed immensely at Sirius’ words. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your voice before replying. “I think I’d just about die if I don’t get to spend the rest of my life with you, too, Sirius.”

Sirius’ lips stretched into a large, beaming smile. “So you’ll go with me, then?”

Your smile matched his, and you nodded. “Yeah, I think I will.”

Somehow, his smile widened. Sirius pulled you into him, your bodies just inches from touching. He leaned down, tilting his head as you tilted yours, lips touching under the moonlight, just meters away from where your brother was celebrating his new marriage. You could feel the love Sirius was pouring into the kiss, and your heart swelled in your chest as you thought of the future – your future with Sirius. The life you would build with him, of your own accord.

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[every-marveler-ever]

Avengers Bingo Masterpost

I actually think I am more proud of myself for not finishing this bingo than if I had actually completed a bingo line. I fell off the face of the earth towards the end so I didn't get to complete one of the three possible lines I could have completed with just one little fill, I'm okay with that.

Thank you so much to @avengersbingo for hosting (and sending out a reminder masterposts were due, much appreciated).

Every-Marveler-Ever

1) SOULMATE AU: In Colour - So they say meeting your soulmate isn’t really important but to Steve it is important. So he hopes that he meets this person one day, and wakes up and sees colour. Steve is an artist, Steve is still colourblind, yet to find his soulmate. He's a dad, a father. Somebody that is slowly losing hope. Maybe some fresh air would be good for them. [0.7K] [GENERAL]

2) ROOMATE: Not Roommates (But Friends) - Tony and Bucky are okay with not being roommates this year, it's fine. It is much better when Steve is in the picture. [0.5K] [TEEN]

3) "DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE.": He Was Lost, Now He's Found: Ch4. Just Visiting - Tony and Steve have been through this before, Peter doesn't want to go through it ever, he's happy where he is. [1.6K] [TEEN]

4) BEST FRIENDS SINCE CHILDHOOD: Minimal Affairs, Maximum Dramatics - Bucky doesn't wnat Tony to get married, he does want Tony to be happy just not married. [0.6K] [TEEN]

5) CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS: Dancing Away - Dancing is sought of their things, from highschool dances, to rehearsals, to slow-paced on their porch while the night sky illuminates them. [0.3K] [GENERAL]

6) OPPOSITES ATTRACT: Love Language - Steve and Sam don’t have an unusual love language they just have what some would call an outdated one. But everybody adapts and sees how it’s important to them. It’s fine and it is absolutely beautiful. [0.3K] [GENERAL]

7) MISTAKEN IDENTITY: More Than - It’s a little bit of heartbreak, and Peter Parker learning to be himself. [0.3K] [TEEN]

8) SECRET ROMANCE: News Worthy - Tony and Sam are happily married, have been for a while. They’re just waiting for the rest of the world to realise. [0.3K] [GENERAL]

9) CUDDLING: "Such a dad!" - Bucky is fairly sure there is something wrong with Peter, he’s not talking and he hasn’t touched any of the food. Tony, just thinks he’s tired and Tony’s known him longer, so he must know, right? [0.3K] [GENERAL]

10) SNUGGLING: Rifting - Steve, Tony and Bucky watch Pitch Perfect, kind of. [0.2K] [GENERAL]

[i-am-very-not-aight]

My interpretation of how Sk8 characters would wake eachother up

Langa, picking Reki up by his under arms and dragging him off the bed, blanket and all: morning, its skating time

Reki: mhhrmrrnhmfmm

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(this turned out way longer then originally planned)

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Reki, dive bombing onto the bed: WAKEY WAKEY, SNOWBOY!

Langa: A A A A H H H H H H H H H H

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Langa, entering the room: hey, it's time to- oh

Miya, didn't sleep the night before and stayed up all night gaming: yeah, yeah, I'm coming

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Miya, creepily standing next to the bed: *just stares until Langa wakes*

Langa, waking up: *yawn* mmm, hm?

Langa, looks up and sees Miya: *sitting up right* AHH- wait, Miya? What are you doing?

Miya: it took you 15 minutes and 34 seconds to wake up

Langa: oh...kay..?

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Reki, opens the door a crack and launches a water balloon straight at the bed before promptly running away: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Miya, shooting up out of bed after getting water exploded in his face and chasing after Reki, now soaking wet: YOU MOTHER FUCK-

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Miya, ripping the pillow from under Reki's head and then attempting to smother him with it: Bro, its noon, get up

Reki: *muffled struggling*

~

Cherry, slaps Joe: he-

Joe: AH- what the fuck??

Cherry: wake up you little shit

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Joe, pressing a bunch of little kisses on Cherry's face: wake up Karou~

Cherry, startles awake and instinctively punches Joe in the face: Agh!

Joe: Ow! Fuck!

Cherry: ah, shit, sorry

Joe, glarring: no you're not

Cherry, laughing: no I'm not

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Joe, waking up peacefully: *yawns*

Joe, realizing someone's in bed with him: ah fuck! *falls out of bed*

Miya, peers over the side of the bed: is it comfy down there?

Joe: what the fuck are you doing in my bed!? Do you know how incriminating that looks?

Miya, as cheekily as humanly as possible: what can I say, I'm a daddy's boy~

Joe: GET OUT!

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Joe, opening the curtains: up and at 'em, shit head

Reki, pulling his blanket over his head: UUGGHHHHHHHH

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Joe, smacking Miya in the face with a fly swatter: wake

Miya, jerking awake: HISSSSSS

Joe: *smacks him again*

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Miya: *sets carla to have an alarm go off at three thirty in the morning without Cherry's knowledge*

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Joe, ripping the covers off of Langa: Dennis the menace! Reki's dressed as a cat and wearing a maid outfit!

Langa, looking around wildly: where?

Langa, launching to his feet: Buthe'dlookbetterinatailcoatanddogears!

(But he'd look better in a tail coat and dog ears)

Joe, snickering to himself: nowhere other than your dreams

Langa: ..... how'd you even know-

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Cherry, spraying Miya with a squirt bottle: Child

Miya: Ah! What the hell

Cherry, staring for a long moment: ...... *sprays him again*

Miya: Fu-

Cherry: watch it *sprays him yet again*

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Cherry, dropping Langa's skateboard on him: up, kid, we've got shit to do

Langa, yawning: okay

Langa: just gimme a minute

~

Langa: *wouldn't even try to wake Cherry up*

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Reki, waking up to something happening elsewhere in the house: *goes to see what it is*

Reki, finding his mom having tea with Cherry: wha- mom??

Masae: Reki! Have you met Sakura-San?

Cherry, eyeing Reki with a sly suspicious smirk: good morning, problem child

Reki, glaring: you motherfuc-

Cherry: are those really the words you wanna use in this situation?

Reki: A A H H H H H H H

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Reki: *throws a nerf gun at Joe's face*

Joe, sitting upright: ow! the hell??

Reki, already running away: we're all meeting at shadow's place at 10! Prepare for the battle of the century

Joe, laughing maniacally: oh, you are so on kid!

~

Reki: Cherryyyyy, *shaking him* wake uuuuuuup!

Cherry, grumbling: I hate you all.

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Joe, startles awake with Langa's face an inch away from his face: oh- uhhh, can I help you?

Langa: can you be my new dad?

Joe: what-

Langa: nothing *just walks away*

Joe, watching him leave: ........ what is wrong with all of these people?

~

Reki: *bangs two pans in Shadow's face*

Shadow: AH! FUCK! WHAT DO YOU-!?

Reki: hi, can we use your place for a nerf war?

Shadow: w-

Reki, already walking away: kay, thanks, bye!

~

Shadow, waking up with his eyes covered: wha-huh?

Miya, ominously: brother

Shadow: Miya??

Miya: you have committed a great sin

Shadow, pulling a blindfold off: what are you talking about?

Miya: *just standing there in a cult leader getup*

Shadow:..... why do I hang out with you people

~

Shadow, wakes up with someone tapping his shoulder: huh?

Langa: what's a love hotel?

Shadow: .......... it's too early for this shit

Langa: no seriously, not even Joe will tell me, and he's usually pretty liberal-

Shadow, throwing his pillow: just get out.

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Cherry: you're an adult, can't you set your own alarm?

Shadow, grumbling: you're an adult, dont you know not to break into my house?

Cherry: ................ *kicks him* get up

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Joe, pushing Shadow out of bed: join us clown face! *throws nerf gun at him*

Shadow, sighing: why is this a weekly occurrence.....

~

Shadow, just sitting outside in his car: *honks his horn until the whole neighborhood is awake* (applies to any and all of them)

[hotxcheeto]

Hello, I've absolutely fallen in love with your writing for The Last of Us and so I submit my humble request. If possible a piece where reader and Abby navigate intimacy when the reader is on the Ace spectrum (will engage in everything except receiving when they get down and dirty XD). Thank you so much for all your good work!

━ 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x G/N!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, Very suggestive, awkwardness, talk of the reader being uncomfortable in situations, fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint very hard and use binoculars

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/some

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - having not experienced anything myself, i did my best especially because i didn't know how much you wanted but i don't think i did to bad lol, thank you sm, have a great day!!

reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

You weren't sure how to bring it up with her, if you were being honest. It was early on in the relationship, so maybe it was too soon to tell her. Or maybe it was becoming too late, it was a question you'd been bouncing around for a long time, but you weren't quite ready to catch.

Overthinking was a habit, you knew that but this time was different. Because what if she'd thought you were weird? What if she didn't want to be with you? You liked her, a lot.

More than you'd ever liked anyone, and that scared the hell out of you.

"Hey." You jumped, turning around from where you sat at the bar. "Hey Abbs." You smiled, her hand resting on your back as she moved around to stand beside you. "How was patrol?" "Good, boring and Manny drove me fucking crazy." You laughed, taking a sip of your drink while watching her sit down.

"What about you?" "Mm, Jordan was his usual annoying self but Leah helps with that. M'glad you had a good day." Her hand moved to rest on yours, seeing you hand her your glass. "Have the rest, I wanted to try something new." You shook your head and made a face, Abby laughing. "We can't hang in my room tonight, Manny's all over that damn place."

You made yet another face making Abby laugh into the drink, trying not to spill it as she set the glass down.

"Thank God I don't have roomates." You murmured, Abby handing the glass back to the bartender. "Mm, just wait till I move in." She winked, smiling as you giggled while standing up from your seat. "You wish, I'm gonna let you be stuck with Manny for as long as I can." "Dick." You laughed, walking away while she followed.

"Y'know I missed you today." You said softly, turning around to smile at her. "It was so boring with those two lovebirds, I missed my own." Abby grinned, grabbing your hand as you walked up the stairs. "I missed you too, hard being around Manny talking about all his 'conquests' when all I want to think about is you."

You felt your face go hot, even if you couldn't see it.

Keeping your eyes forward thought you continued up to your room and opening up the door.

"So I've been thinking..." You started off, not sure how to start the conversation in general as you turned to meet her clouded eyes. A shy smile lingering on your face, "yeah?" "Well, since we're getting closer... and getting... serious." "Mhm." You took a breath, backing up towards your bed while she followed, staring you down like prey.

"What if we... took things... somewhere else?" "Like where?" She asked in a teasing tone, lightly laughing when you shrugged. "Anywhere you want. But I–" You didn't get much time to speak, Abby leaning down and kissing you, hand cradling your jaw as you felt the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

Her hands moving down to the buttons of your jeans.

"Abby.." "What's wrong?" You shook your head, taking her hands into yours instead. "Nothing, it's all great but... I wanted to talk to you about something before we go further." She stared at you, your heart feeling like it was going to beat out of your chest and fall onto the floor in front of you.

"You okay?" It felt like forever had gone by when she said those two words. But in reality, it was only a few seconds. You nodded profusely.

"Yeah it's just.." You paused, staring into her worried eyes. "..I don't like when people do things to me.. during sex?" It came out like question, watching her face as you formed the words. "I know it's weird–" "It's not." Glancing down, you played with your hands, avoiding her gaze. "You like giving, but not receiving. Works for me." You snorted, shoving her shoulder playfully as she laughed.

"That's one way to put it. I like kissing and all of that just not.. receiving." You laughed awkwardly while using her words, seeing her smile grow, watching your shoulders relax and eyes begin to wander back to her own.

"You don't think it's weird?" She shook her head with a light laugh whilst you continued on. "I just... thinks it's gross freaks me out, but at the same time it just... doesn't get me going like at all."

"But that doesn't mean I don't like doing other things.." You said slowly, hand wrapping around her wrist slowly turning her so her back faced the bed. "Oh really?" "Mhm." "What if I make you uncomfortable?" You smiled, tilting your head. "I'll tell you. Don't worry."

"One step at a time?" She nodded at that. You leaned up to kiss her, her hands moving around your waist. "We'll go slow." Abby muttered against your lips. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

[forsworned]

[♥] collegeau! to date or not to date {rengoku kyoujurou x reader}

Genre: Comedy, Slight Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Renguko Kyoujorou/Reader

Word count: 2,791

a/n: continuation of unintentionally roomates which you can find here ,,requests are open

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It had been some weeks since she had gotten used to Kyoujurou being her roommate. So far neither of them had walked in on each other naked--yet. He was pretty tidy and would call her out in a teasingly kind of way that she'd sleep with her mouth wide open which made her pretty insecure, but he insisted it was "very cute." Which didn't make it any better. He could concur that it probably wasn't a good idea to show her the picture he had taken of her (he actually would look at it when he was having a bad day or he just wanted a good laugh; he also nearly made it his homescreen but decided that was maybe a little too far).

Mid-terms would be coming up soon and Kyoujurou wanted to do something fun before all the stress would settle in from piles of homework assignments and study guides. He suggested that the both of them should go to the amusement park and [name] was more than delighted to go, but there was a small issue with this. She didn't know if it was a date or just them simply hanging out. He just brought it up so casually when they had just finished a round of Super Smash Bros. and [name] was trying her hardest not to be a flustered mess about it.

"Just ask him." Shinobu's usual singsong voice was now monotonous. She had had enough of [name]'s shit to say the least. Always inquiring about Kyoujurou since Shinobu and him had been in the same graduating high school class and friend group. Not to mention mid terms were coming up and pre-med was no joke.

[Name] visibly sulked at her friend's tone. She didn't like being a nuisance to Shinobu, even though it wasn't hard to irate her nerves, but this time she seriously needed help and Shinobu was being nothing less than unpleasant.

"Shinobuuuu," [Name] whined. "This is a big deal for me. Please give me advice and I won't bring it up ever again."

The ravenette's eyes darted to the [h/c] pleading gaze, and it was enough to make to [name] squeak. Shinobu let out a sigh before speaking.

"Fine," [name]'s expression brightened, but Shinobu's finger pressing into her forehead made it falter a little. "but you don't need to stop talking about him. Just do it a lot less. I need to focus on exams."

[Name] cheered in triumph and fist pumped into the air, which in turn made Shinobu laugh. She wanted to be there for [name] in anyway she could, just within some restrictions and limitations. Shinobu's face suddenly went gravely serious.

"So here's the game plan."

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[Name] took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. Her outfit was subtle yet cute. A simple blue top and beige skort to prevent panty reveals yet still have the illusion of wearing a skirt. Hair was pinned and pulled back abover her neckline since the sun would be beating down and she wanted to take every precaution to avoid any excessive sweating. Make up was light to circumvent it from melting off her face. Yes, [name] was over meticulous because she was resolute in this hang out/date to be absolutely perfect. And if Kyoujurou had decided to reject her than at least she'd look hot getting her heartbroken.

He had already left over an hour ago since he had to tutor a student in history at the tutoring center. A work study job that he picked up to help cover his tuition and endlessly spoke about when he got back to his dorm when you two were winding down from your day.

[Name] spritzed her best perfume to all her pulse points to extend the life of her scent as it hit her body. She threw it in her bag along with her make up just in case she needed to freshen up. One last look in the mirror and she was finally off to her date, er, hang-out thingy.

The autumn air was irregularly warm and humid. Well, not irregular for Okinawa at least. It was a sub tropical climate which meant mild winters and the moist summers were what [name] favored most about it here.

As she walked out of the dormitory and into the student parking lot, she was nearly blinded by the blond tresses sitting on the bench. Like quite, literally blinded. The sun was bouncing off his fiery hair more than usual and it was causing [name] to squint at him when she approached him. For some reason (she had an exact reason being that she looked super hot), [name] felt bold, and advanced toward Kyoujurou with hands concealing his vision. He visibly tensed and she couldn't help but feel a smile tug at her lips.

"Guess who."

His body now relaxing at the sound of her voice and she felt the apples of cheeks rise into a grin against the palm of her hands. "[name], you're finally here!"

She released her hands as he got up to face her and his jaw went a little aslack as he oggled at her profile. [Name] was stunning, indeed. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he dryily swallowed. His hair that was now pulled back in a high ponytail let his bangs frame his face beautifully, swayed in the small gust momentarily. She could've sworn that he was blushing at her, but then again it was quite hot...

"You look--um, quite sharp!" He stammered. Kyoujurou mentally socked himself in the face. Sharp? That was the best he could come up with?

[Name]'s expression was now in a state of bemusement before she laughed melodically. To him it was a beautiful melody that he always tried to sway out of her with corny jokes and memes. "Well, thank you Kyoujurou. You look quite sharp, too!"

[Name] wanted to die. She looked sharp? Sharp?! No, she looked Hot! With a capital freaking "H".

Nonetheless, [name] shook it off. She was determined to make this flawless even if it was off to a rocky start. Thankfully the ride to the amusement car was starting to make up for it. The both of them jammed to the playlist they had put together earlier and discussed which rides they were excited about most.

"$50?!"

"You really don't read things thoroughly do you, [name]."

[Name] ignored his attempt at poking fun at her. It was always like this whenever she freakishly exclaimed about information that was news to her, but had been there for well however long the inital post had been there for and Kyoujurou had always made it a point to call her out for it.

"Well, I can't make you pay for it." She deadpanned. And she absolutely meant it. Kind of. Not really. It would mean that it would technically be a date, right? Right? A guy paying always meant that it was a date. [Name] mentally nodded at herself reassuring herself.

"Well, that's too bad." He inserted his card into the chip reader and thanked the attendant while grabbing his receipt.

[Name] bit back a smile as they walked side by side into the park. "Well, I'm going to pay you back."

He looked at her with an uncharacterstically sultry gaze. "No, you are not."

His voice demanding, dropped an octave and it sent a shiver up her spine. [Name] would be lying to herself if she said that it didn't make the her stomach knot up. Kyoujurou pulled out his phone pointed it towards her, trying to get a good angle and lighting.

"Now, give me a smile!" He beamed in his usual cheery tone. [Name] smiled posing her usual peace sign as he clicked away at his phone. Had she just imagined that?

The day seemed to slip past them as they took pictures with their phones and disposal camera they bought at the one of the stands for a whooping $25. Which was a total rip off, but then again bottled water was $5. The pair were laughing as they looked through the pictures they had taken throughout their trip.

"Oh, no. You are not keeping this one." She reached over to tap the trash can on his phone screen to get rid of the terrible photo that was her inhaling funnel cake. But before she could, Kyoujurou moved his screen away from her as he chuckled at [name] getting flustered. There was no way he'd let her get away with such a cute picture.

"I am definitely going to be framing this as soon as we get back." And that made [name]'s face inflame in embarrassment and shock. She was definitely, not going to let him do that.

"You delete that, right. Now!" She tried her best to extend her arms in every which way Kyoujurou was flexing his arms out but to avail. [Name] knew she wasn't going to get her hands on his phone, but she kept leaning over in an attempt to get an advantage on his long arms. That was until she clambered into his lap, face first into his crotch.

Kyoujurou froze and his breath hitched as he lowered his arm down and let unholy thoughts pass through his head but he quickly shook them off. "A-are you alright, [name]?"

Nope, now [name] was definitely going to die. She slowly rose out of his lap and plopped back into her seat, trying her best not to make the situation even more awkward. She shot him a smile in a strive to shake off the graceless action of diving face first into the crotch of her crush.

"I'm all good." She took a deep breath before looking up at the darkening sky. Kyoujurou couldn't tell what she was thinking, but it looked almost as if she was unfazed which he was very thankful for.

"Let's go on the ferris wheel before we leave!" That snapped him out of his thoughts. A grin now making its way back onto his face and a sound of approval emitted from his lips. "Let's do it!"

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[Name] snickered to herself as they entered the ferris wheel seating after letting several people ahead of them. It was all going according to plan, well, not the face planting into Kyoujurou’s lap. That was definitely not in the plan she and Shinobu had concocted.

“So, here the game plan.” Shinobu stated matter-o-factly. Her name were in a crouched position as if in a very important football team meeting. “You’re gonna look hot. Like I’m talking Jennifer’s Body hot. And then—“

”But i don’t have clothes like that.”

“Shut up. We’ll go shopping. And your make up has got to be perfect like I’m talking no melting off your face looking like the Corpse Bride. Oh, and you’re drowning yourself in sexy perfume every thirty minutes.”

”But I—“

”Speak out of line one more time and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Fine.”

“Back to what I was saying. You’re gonna take loads of pics start it off friendly and lighthearted and then bam! You get him on that ferris wheel and get your flirt on. End the night off with a kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

Shinobu was extremely gifted in giving pep talks and revving them up. Which was probably why she was captain of the cheer team at their university.

[Name] felt like she was a crazy high. She could practically run four miles nonstop with the attitude she had in that moment.

Shinobu and her high fived, one leg kicked up in to the air with the most triumphant looks on their faces. “We got this!”

She shook her head as if to shake away the thought.

”You, ok?”

She smiled at the slightly dampened Kyoujorou who’s cheek were tinted pink from the heat. Beads of sweat has slid down his temples, but that only seemed to add to his sex appeal.

”More than ok. I love ferris wheels. They’re so romantic.”

Those words left her lips and turned in a smile that was as sweet as candy. Kyoujurou’s heart leapt in his chest as he eyed her intently.

”You could say that.”

He done fucked up again. Kyoujurou wanted to kick his own ass at this point. Why was he so terrible at flirting? It made him look like he didn’t pick up any social cues at all. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. There were many times where Tengen would point out that a girl was being extremely flirtatious with him but it would simply go over his head. He would usually reject the notion claiming they were just being nice which in turn would lead to Tengen face palming. And he thought he was doing such a good job at the start.

The silence was deafening as they reached the top of the ride and it suddenly came to a jerking stop. The view was wondrous. The sun kissed at their faces and grazed the tops of trees and the peaks of roller coaster rides. Brightly colored lights flashed simultaneously down below, but [Name]’s  stomach felt like it was caving in the longer she stared. Very romantic, indeed.

Her face must’ve looked a little green because Kyoujurou’s expression turned into a worried one. “You sure you’re okay, [name]? Have some water.”

She grabbed the bottle he handed to her and instead of water falling like she usually did, she pressed her lips against the same place his had been. Kyoujurou’s eyes widened in surprise as she absentmindedly guzzled his drink down and gave it back to him. His hands turning into fists as he flexed as hard he could to keep the warmth that was rising away from that region.

“Thanks.” She gasped. [Name] wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she leaned back against the seat. So much for her game plan. She sighed to herself as she collected her thoughts. What difference would it make if she just told him right now.

”Kyoujurou.” The name left her lips so effortlessly. He loved the way she said his name. He would think about it mostly in the shower, but more innocently before he went to sleep.

He raised his eyebrows fully attentive now. She turned to face him as she leaned forward. A different look on her face. Soft and flustered. “I like you, a lot.”

His body stiffened for a moment and a cool breeze swooped past their longing gazes. The sudden realization had dawned upon him that those words weren’t just make believe. She had really uttered them into existence. He hadn’t noticed how close her lips were to his until he felt her minty breath fan against his nose. He didn’t pull away.

[Name] closed the distance between their lips and Kyoujurou instinctively leaned in more as soon as they made contact. His hand cupped her cheek to deepen the kiss and she sighed in delight. A smile now etched on her face had now infected him and he pulled away to look at her. He caressed her cheek as she giggled and he gazed her puzzled.

”Did I do something wrong?” If he kissed her wrong he definitely wanted to know. One thing about Kyoujurou was that he was always open to constructive criticism. She shook her head. The content look on her face still evident.

”Not at all.” She leaned in once more. “I just didn’t expect you to be so frigid.”

She giggled again at his surprised, yet embarrassed mien. However, [name] stopped giggling when she saw the determined look on his face.

”Well, I can do better.” He suddenly captured her lips and she instantly melted at his hot touch. His hand loosely on her waist and she moaned a bit as their kisses turn into feverish open mouthed ones. His lips detached from hers as he felt the the ride coming back down. [Name] felt like her whole body was in flames and there Kyoujurou was sitting there as cool as a cucumber.

The ride shifted the shuttle as the two got up and his hands slipped in hers as he lead them out. She couldn’t believe  the stunt he just pulled. Her fingers on her lips still feeling the ghost of his. He laughed heartily at her reddened face and that captured her attention.

”Don’t worry. We can continue that when we get back.”

[Name] was speechless, but somehow was even more flushed than before. Kyoujurou chuckled at her again as he pulled her in for a side hug as they headed back to his car. The smug look never left his face.

[funtimebunnyblog]

I'M BACK!!! 🥰😍❤ Did you all miss me? I'm happy to say that I've finally gotten some WiFi where I'm currently living and updates are gonna try to be more steady here in the future but I can't make any promises because I get very busy with my work 😅😇 Please continue to bear with me!

In other words, a while back I wrote the OG version of this little short fic on A03 but I realized that I had never posted it here! 😱 Nevertheless, I decided to write the Part 2 to this and then decided to remaster that first part before posting it here! 🙂🙂🙂 I'm thinking about turning this into a little mini series 🤔🥰

Anyways, I'll stop rambling! Please enjoy! 😚

Pillarroomates (Chapter 1: Roommate wanted)

(This is dedicated to Dagdoth and Sureynot; 2 of the best bad influences I could ever ask for 🥰😍❤)

The steady click-clacking of keys filled the pleasant silence of the little kitchen, Kars typing away on the laptop before him at the table.

It was just a little after noon, a time where he usually put down his work for a brief session to sit back in silence and enjoy a cup of coffee, or maybe a mug of tea depending on his mood, with whatever baked-good had been whipped up recently. Today however, he chose to cut his little break out of schedule completely to get a jump on the deadline of the month that he was currently picking away at.

Hunched over, eyes glued to the screen, one could've swore he was a living statue perched like that so quietly if it weren't for his typing fingers.

The sweet smell hanging in the air came much closer as Wamuu strode over to the table, a soft smile was painted across the mans lips as he placed an oven fresh cookie on a plate down next to the mug of black tea his Master was letting steep at his side.

"Thank you, Wamuu." Kars said quietly, watching the blonde depart in his peripheral vision for only a beat before regaining his sharp focus on the sea of numbers staring back at him.

Kars had his own room with a desk to work in of course but he always found himself enjoying doing work down here this time of day. The heavenly smell of the kitchen when something was being baked and the pleasant background noise of the radio chiming softly, sometimes accompanied by Wamuu humming along, was something sort of relaxing to Kars.

Relaxing around here tended to be something rare too, as there never seemed to be a dull moment in the lives of the Pillarmen these days.

Not in this neighbourhood, no.

The younger man hummed in response, heading back to the stove to finish scraping fresh cookies off the pan to place on a rack to cool. He was sure Santana would make an appearance soon to try one, with the lovely smell filling the air and all.

Santana could never stay asleep (as heavy of a sleeper as he had the tendency to be) holed up in his room when there was something yummy being cooked.

The times where he appeared the quickest was when Kars flicked on the coffee machine first thing in the morning, the red-head manifesting at his side at the very first spew of hot caffeine never failed to nearly give him a heartattack; especially when it was 5 in the morning in a dark kitchen.

Kars' head lifted, cocking an eyebrow as there suddenly came a knock at the front door; three evenly spaced thumps on the wood. The thought of another complaining neighbour was the first thing to cross his mind, making him sigh as he moved to get up from his chair.

"PIZZA'S HERE!!!"

The sounds of heavy footfalls coming at a rapid speed from down the hallway accompanying the cry stopped him in his tracks.

The plum-haired man grimaced, Wamuu glancing over his shoulder with a frown, as none-other-than Esidisi sped by; the one hand clutching the towel around his waist was the only thing keeping it from blowing away completely.

Despite only catching a glimpse of his speedy companion, Kars didn't miss the fact that the other was sopping wet and trailing water.

Esidisi had simply lept out of the shower the second he heard the knock at the door, leaving with only a towel (just barely even) and the foamy suds that were still clinging to his hair and his body.

No doubt about it, he was dripping all over the place.

And all over his clean floor too.

Kars clicked his tongue, more than tempted to sigh again.

"Really, Esidisi?" He called out to the other.

It was hard to tell whether he was more displeased with his state of soapy undress or the fact that the oldest Pillarmen had gone and ordered yet ANOTHER pizza this week with only God-knows-what on it.

Sure, he the others found themselves actually partaking in "Human food" casually these days. Wamuu even went so far as to teach himself how to cook as a hobby to fill time around the house when he wasn't going to the Gym or to work, but Esidisi had become something of a strange enthusiast on the matter.

Some people in this world got a little riled up over something as simple as Pinapple being added as a topping on a pizza but Kars had a feeling those people would have an absolute fit listening to Esidisi's phone order of a multi-fruit pizza (consisting of: oranges, apples, watermelon and strawberries) with cheese, olives and pepperoni.

He was starting to wonder if his longtime companion was simply doing it just to see how far he could push a Pizza place with his barrage of odd orders until they yelled at him or worse, barred him completely from the place.

His question was only met with laughter. "I decided to ask for Mac and Cheese and Jalapeños on it this time!" Esidisi called back, voice echoing off the walls, as he finally reached the front door.

Wamuu's nose crinkled at the very sound of that, choosing wisely to direct his attention to his cookies once more.

Kars decided to follow suit and do the same with his own work.

He supposed it wasn't really his problem, therefore; he shouldn't say anything.

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The advertisment had been a strange one for sure, but really, you had no choice but to at least look into it. It never hurt to try and you were already desperate enough as it was.

Apartments and open housing in the area was becoming a rarity at best these days, this busy time of year didn't help things either, and you had been scouring the internet for every opportunity or opening there was to move in with someone in this portion of the city.

Sadly, you had turned up empty handed quite a few times.

The last one you had looked into had been great; a nice building, nice seeming people, decent budget; but alas, the people who put out the advert took it down just a day later.

They had decided to give the opening to a close friend of theirs who wanted to come across the country and live with them instead.

You had been starting to consider checking the complete other side of the city and trying to squeeze yourself in somewhere there or maybe even just going with the option of moving cities completely! The hassle of finding a place was just becoming too much until... this one happened to pop up.

☆ Roomate requSWIGGITY SWOOMATE, WE NEED A ROOMATE!!11!!!1!

We are Four Men seeking out a Human roomate to live with us in our rented house.

4 bedroom, 1 bath, 1 kitchen; upstairs, downstairs and basement.

Location: Western side of the city, 929 Bizzare av.

Rent and chores are divided equally among us.

Requirements as followed:

• Must be a CLEAN Human.

• Human must not bear the surname of "Joestar" under ANY means necessary.

•Must be actively working and have claims to have the ability to hold their job.

• Must be willing to contribute to the household via chores and yard work when necessary.

• must be CUTE!!!

• Mus

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• Must like llf6io78fjjl0

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• Jo9sjw6jnsjej27ebeolu

• Jsjsij wkk d18kkjs lkdjsjsns52jsjjsnend2njsmdv 6272jsndbdhs2672 jd Djjsija bsij eeskdnne9s782728 jd bjejrn rnusjjsj

• the human must not be loud

• It would be most appreciated if the Human was a mannered person, who holds appreciation for similar hobbies we do. -W

•

Ask within to apply! ☆

You couldn't help but wonder if whoever had written this advert had been drunk at the time by looking at the grabbed mess that took up half the page.

Better yet, you could only hope this was a real advertisement and not some sort of stupid prank.

Either way, you were determined to find out today and claim this oppertunity before anyone else got the chance.

Glancing down at the print out you had made of the ad at the Library, you sighed as you kept going down the street. You had been walking all morning and were beginning to wish you had the foresight to pack a snack or a drink for your seemingly endless sojourn for this supposed place.

There was no picture put onto the advertisement, even a proper description of the place would've been nice, and finding a direct address wasn't exactly a piece of cake to you.

Nonetheless, you kept going. Stopping at every house you passed in hopes to spot a matching address; finding nothing but different numbers and barking dogs tethered in yards.

With every different number meeting your eyes, the possibility of this just being a fake ad just kept growing and growing in your mind.

You were even starting to consider just giving up entirely when, at last, there it was. "292" the numbers were bolted to the front porch, the 9 starting to tilt to one side.

It seemed nice enough. The lawn was well kept, the walkway however looked as if it needed to be redone. The building was a sunbleached blue, probably a nice clean periwinkle once upon a time, but now leaning a tad white and staring to flake. The place was definitely in need of a touch up.

This was the place, now if someone was Home to even just talk to you about this ad that would be great.

You gathered up the courage to leave the sidewalk and start up the overgrown walkway, the wood of the porch whined under your feet as you stepped onto it. A couple of chairs, a book carelessly left behind in one, a little cage sat all by its lonesome in the far corner, and a big unmissable stain (probably coffee) caught your eye on the wood.

The word "Pillarmen" was scrawled on the name card over the mail slot of the front door.

A strange surname, you had never heard of it before, but it must've been safe to assume that it belonged to someone here. Presumably one of the men who had made this advertisement in the first place.

With only a moments hesitation, clutching the print-out in hand, you reached out and rapped on the door hard with your knuckles, then stood back and waited.

Silence... You took the opportunity to fix your appearance slightly, suddenly becoming a little self-conscious, smoothing out your shirt before clasping your hands behind your back neatly and putting on your best smile.

First impressions were important, most especially a first impression made at the door after all.

There came the sounds of voices, too muffled for you to hear through the walls, followed closely by the unmistakable thundering of footsteps coming closer and closer from within.

Finally, the door flung open.

You felt your eyes go a little wide, the smile drained from your face as you craned your neck back slightly to meet the gaze of the very tall and very muscular dark-skinned man that now stood before you.

Belatedly, as your eyes followed the droplets of water that were dripping off him, trickling down every inch of his muscular body and pooling at his feet, you realized he was practically naked; clutching only a fluffy white towel around his waist.

The towel didn't look nearly as fluffy and white as his hair, however.

"Uh--" Your tongue swole in your mouth as you both found yourselves staring at one another, seemingly sharing a similar dumbfounded moment.

He blinked owlishly.

"You're not the Pizza delivery." He said matter-of-factly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between the two of you.

Your head shook violently, broke from your sudden stupor, pulling out the slightly crumpled piece of paper out for him to see.

"Uh-- I--... N-No! I'm not-- I'm uh.... here ab-about the-- the roomate ad...?" You sputtered, the words felt as garbled as alphabet soup falling off your tongue, you felt a nervous sweat beading on your skin under your clothes as it hit you for a second time that wasn't wearing any. "Oh! If uh-- this is a bad time I-- I can come back later!"

His face lit up suddenly, eyes shimmering like sapphires. "Oh!" He cried. "I forgot about that!"

The massive man turned, calling back over his shoulder deeper into the apartment.

"Kars! There's a Human here, they saw our advert!"

You happened to be so gobsmacked, still reeling from the slight shock of the very first of your encounter, you hadn't even noticed he distinctly used the word "Human" there.

"What?!"

You couldn't see past the mans hulking figure but you could very well hear the scraping of a chair in the distance, followed by more thundering footsteps heading towards the door.

You blinked as yet another larger-than-life sized man made his appearance, pushing past the first with a frown. The both of them looked almost comically squashed where they stood taking up the whole doorway.

This man was just as tall and as muscular as the first. His skin was like ivory, framed by dark cloth wrapped from his neck to the top of his head with only a tuft of deep purple hair dangling precariously out over his pointed nose.

More importantly, very much unlike the first, this one was fully clothed.

Clad in a dress shirt that matched his hair, slightly unbuttoned to just give you a peak of the buldging muscles he had underneath and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, neatly pressed black dress pants and house shoes.

Kars blinked in surprise as he caught sight of you at last, eyes scanning over you. He honestly hadn't expected someone to come to their door about the advertisement they had put out so quickly, they had only put it out less than a day ago.

If anything, by the way it had turned out, he was surprised someone responded to it at all.

"Please, come in." Kars told you, making his best attempt to save this lousy first impression.

His surprised look was short-lived, turning sharp as he directed it onto Esidisi. The other man smiled sheepishly, turning and retreat back to the bathroom to finish his shower without the pizza he had left it for...

☆☆☆

☆Previously...☆

Kars hummed, reading over the advert for a 4th time with pursed lips.

He had listed all the necessary information about them and the living situation and even put down a few requirements to set the bar for any Human who would happen to want to apply.

However, even with the ground rules set, it still just seemed a little too bare to him.

"Hmm," Kars peered over his shoulder towards the living room doorway; he swore he could hear more of the crunching of the flaming hot cheetos Esidisi was enjoying rather than the actual program he was watching. "Is there anything specific you would like to add to this before I post it?"

"Shay they mush be cute!" came the reply though a mouthful of spicy junkfood. Kars could only hope he wasn't getting crumbs all over the couch again, not to mention getting too handsy with the T.V remote eating those things...

"That isn't what qualifies as a 'requirement', Esidisi..." he sighed.

The other swallowed, now blessed with the ability to speak much clearer; the crinkling of the cheeto bag hit Kars' ears next.

"Well excuse me for having standards." He heard his oldest companion grumble, drowned out by the crunch of more food.

Wamuu's head peered out of the kitchen, the pie he was just about to place in the oven cradled in oven-mit hands. He had decided to try his hand at fudge pie this time, having mastered apple so quickly.

"It would be nice if the Human were a Warrior as well," he said, disappearing from Kars' sight again as he went back into the kitchen, carrying the pie to the awaiting oven. "Or perhaps if they were interested in going to the Gym or baking as I do..."

Kars sighed, "Wamuu, I understand you would like someone to train with but this--"

"The Human must not be loud."

The Pillarman practically jumped out of his chair, the tiniest yelp escaping his lips as he swiveled his head to find none other than Santana looming over him. The sheet lines imprinted in the others face indicated he had just arisen from a deep sleep; most likely venturing out of his cave and into the kitchen to see what Wamuu was up to.

Even after thousands of years, he still couldn't get used to the youngest Pillarman sneaking up on him.

It probably didn't even count as "sneaking" anyways as Santana was just so naturally quiet he just happened to go unnoticed until he spoke up.

Kars opened his mouth to make an attempt to speak again, only to be cut off one more time as Esidisi finally made his own appearance; leaning over the purple-haired man to see the advert in the works.

"See, this is all wrong." Esidisi told him, frowning at the screen. "This is too formal! If we're going to get someone at all, we need to grab their attention somehow. Here, I'll fix it!"

The other practically clamored over him, cheeto bag tucked under arm as he reached over to type on the computer, deleting the majority of the title Kars had written out and already replacing it with one of his own creation.

Kars belatedly realized the others' hands were still coated in hot cheeto crumbs, smudging the keys of his pristine computer with imprints of red and orange as he typed away.

"Esidisi, stop this at once!" He commanded, trying to push him at arms length, only to be met with a hand pushing back and smooshing against his face. The smell of spicy cheese flavoring hit his nostrils, only fueling his fire. "This is my work computer! I'm the one writing this advertisement!"

Santana merely stood back, watching the two elder Pillarmen fight over the computer in silence. Esidisi was pushed by Kars into the keyboard a handful of times before their focus was solely on one another and no longer the ad.

"Get your grubby hands off me!" Kars growled as the other straddled him in the chair, his face now smudged like his keyboard. They kept pushing on one another, a clumsy slap war already underway, obscenities and curses getting mangled as they argued back and forth.

"You never let me--"

"I told you that--"

"I wanna do it! Just let me--"

Santana peered down at the computer curiously, uninterested in watching the display before him any longer.

The red-head typed out his own request before picking up the device and carrying it to the kitchen for Wamuu to see and whatever he wished; Santana ignored the sound of two bodies toppeling out of the chair and hitting the floor as he left.

Kars didn't even get to see the ad (or rather; the remainder of what qualified as an advert) before it was posted online by Santana.

[daenqyu]

— love language (2) kirishima eijirou

pairing: kirishima x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive (?

a/n: i don’t really like how this turned out, felt like i could’ve done better but oh well :/ also it’s a little longer because i got carried away hehe. anyways, i hope you guys had a good time during the holidays and that you’re staying safe!!

love language masterlist

kirishima’s love language is: words of affirmation

do i even need to explain this?

we all know this baby is very insecure even tho he has absolutely no reason to be:( and he doubts himself way too much 

so it’s not much a surprise that he loves compliments

especially when he doesn’t even have to ask for them

like when you’re at the gym working out together (he insisted you made him some company bc bakugou had refused to) and you can’t stop looking at him because GOD DAYUM👴🏾

“why are you looking at me like that, babe?” he asks after he puts down the weights he was just lifting 

you swallow hard, realizing just how shamelessly you were checking out your boyfriend 

“hm you’re handsome” you’re so straightforward and it takes kirishima aback, making him stop in his tracks to look at you with a faint blush on his cheeks

“you hate when i’m sweaty tho”

you shrug while walking over to him, “yeah because you smell but i never said you didn’t look good” 

let’s just say you ended up leaving the gym way earlier than expected 🏃‍♀️

kirishima also loves when you call him manly

it makes him feel all warm inside

probably one of the best compliments you can give him, if not the best one

but he doesn’t only like compliments

he also likes when you show him you care about him

like when you remember something he said a long time ago or you ask him about his day

“hey kiri, isn’t there going to be a new festival in town tomorrow? the one you wanted to go to?”

“yeah, how’d you know?”

“you told me about it a few months ago”

it’s something so small and meaningless, yet it makes kirishima’s heart melt

“you remember that?”

you look up at him from your phone, your brows furrowing at his question

“of course i do”

please you just have to do the bare minimum and you have the boy wrapped around your finger

it’s so cute because he always says ‘i love you’ whenever he has to leave you or even just to hang up the phone

he just wants you to know that he loves and appreciates you with every fiber in his body and that no one could ever change that

so that’s why he’s constantly showering you in his love

for example, whenever you feel insecure about your body and you voice out your concerns to him, he’s quick to look you dead in the eye and point out every little thing about you that he loves,

even the ones you hate so much

“baby, you’re absolutely mesmerizing and i’m not letting you think otherwise. i love every part of you and if you need me to remind you every day until you love yourself too then so be it”

he’s so romantic too oh my God don’t even get me started

whenever he has the chance, he writes you little notes and leaves them in your locker 

once, you opened it to take out your science book and a sticky note fell out 

‘hey princess! i hope you have a good day today, i love you. also we’re having dinner  tonight so get dressed up ;) - kiri’

a smile takes over your face as you keep reading your boyfriend’s sweet words a few more times

he likes giving more than receiving so expect LOTS of reassurance and random compliments 

the room is quiet as you lay down in your bed while reading a book, the only sound filling the room being the faint music coming out of your phone and the laughter of your roomates from next door. you indulge yourself in the novel on your hands, concentrating on the vivid descriptions so you can maybe picture exactly what the writer was trying to convey, but a knock on your door interrupts your train of thought. 

you ignore it, thinking it must be one of your friends doing some stupid prank again (aka denki and mina), but the person knocks a few more times, enough to annoy you, and so you end up standing up to open it. however, the frown on your face quickly goes away as soon as you see who’s the person who kept on insistently knocking. kirishima stands in front of you with a big smile on his face and you can’t help but copy his actions; just seeing him was enough to make your whole day perfect.

“hey, babe!” his tone is cheerful, as always, and he leans down to give you a kiss, one that ends up way too fast for your liking.

“hey, kiri. what are you doing here? weren’t you gonna hang out with bakugou and sero?” you close the door behind you once he enters. he sits down on your bed as if it was his own, stretching his arms out in the process and you lick your lips when his shirt rides up a bit, showing off his v-line and the outline of his abs. kirishima smirks when he notices your gaze, but doesn’t say anything about it.

“yeah, but sero is feeling sick and bakugou didn’t feel like going out so.” he shrugs, and you pout at him, feeling bad his friends basically ditched him.

“i’m sorry baby, i know how much you were looking forward to today.” you walk towards him and take a seat on his lap, your legs loosely wrapping themselves around his waist and his hands holding your hips steadily. he smiles at you one more time, completely ignoring the feeling of his heart hammering against his chest.

“it’s okay. besides, that just means i get to spend more time with you.” he says before kissing your neck softly, making you erupt in a fit of giggles as his lips tickled your sensitive skin. you wrap your hands around his neck and tilt your head to the side to give him more acces, biting down on your lower lip when he sucks on a certain spot. but before things can get too heated, kirishima pulls away and you whine at the loss of contact, which makes him chuckle. 

for a few minutes neither of you say anything, simply enjoying each other. you rest your head on one of his shoulders while your hands play with his own, touching his fingers gently and kissing his knuckles from time to time. he smiles down at you, asking himself what the hell did he ever do to deserve someone as precious as you. 

you’re so good to him; always making sure he’s eating well and that he isn’t overworking himself, helping him with homework whenever he doesn’t understand something, taking care of him when he gets sick, hyping him up when he starts a new hobby, and so much more. you do so much for him and sometimes he wonders if he’s doing enough for you, because he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his love for you.

with that though in mind he takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him while squeezing your cheeks slightly. you send him a questioning look, wondering what the hell is he doing, but he just kisses your forehead before speaking up.

“you’re so gorgeous.” the compliment takes you by surprise and your eyes widen slightly.

“where is this coming from?”

“well you are. and i love you so much.” you know kirishima likes to compliment you and let you know how he feels about you, but this time feels different.

“babe what are you-”

“thank you for taking care of me and loving me, for making my days better and for believing in me,” his thumb caresses your cheek and you instantly lean in to his touch, your eyes focused on his. “you mean everything to me and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without you. so i promise to never leave your side, to love you until my last breath and possibly even after that.” your breath hitches in your throat when you notice how serious he is, not missing the passion that drips from his words. 

you can feel tears forming in your eyes so you distract yourself by kissing kirishima roughly, pulling at the ends of his red hair and bringing your body impossibly close to his. he groans against your mouth when you press down on his lap, pulling away to give you a few more kisses before flipping you over so you’re laying under him. a smirk grazes your lips at the change of positions and before he can continue with whatever it is he wants to do, you kiss his cheek gently. kirishima blushes and looks away from you, but you just smile.

“i love you, eijirou.” the way his heart flutters when he hears his first name leaving your lips it’s actually embarrassing and he wastes no time before connecting your lips again and pouring all of his emotions into it. 

if there was one thing both of you were 100% certain about was your love for each other, because you knew that no matter what happened, whether you broke up in the future or not, you would always consider him your soulmate. 

[b0rista]

— ❝︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍! 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔. ·˚ ༘

♡︎ : the atmosphere i'm going for is frustratingly difficult to describe djjfjg the word "somber" doesn't really do it for me, but it's pretty much these emojis 🌑🌨🎞💸🚬⛓🔭

lowkey just wanted to put this trio & y/n (aka the loml) in a really dark, gloomy, modern metropolis type of place full of cold weather, inner monologues, and cigarettes JFKGK

ALSO my insp was the reiner + annie fanart in the center of the divider i made!! i really wish i knew the artist, but i couldn't find them :(( definitely NOT taking credit, it isn't my art whatsoever. but LOOK AT THEM UGH THE AESTHETIC

to balance things out, i wrote the reader as female! && characters are aged up to their early twenties.

the bunch of you met through your college courses— of course, the three of them had known one another since childhood, but you managed to weasel your way into their close-knit friend group. ever since then, you all share the melancholy city life.

during your guys' campus days, reiner worked for his master's in kinesiology. it isn't that big of a shocker that he aimed for something that pertained to his bulkier build,, mans grows up to be an absolute unit, lmao. wanting to maintain an above average salary, he used his education to earn himself a place in the certified training department. currently, he's a personal trainer of many clients, all of which he does his best to maintain.

bertholdt majored in philosophy, and worked toward his master's degree. with his intelligence, he got it. while all three of you (reiner especially), urged him to pursue non-profit professionalism, praising his skill and all around ability to do so, he lacked the confidence to push for it, and ended up going down another path. currently, he's sticking to the safe road, aiming to become a professor in the very course he excelled in. he's yet to get there, though— right now, he's a professor's assistant. it's less tiring, at least. still, he was capable of becoming something better.

as for annie, she majored in political science. unlike the other two, she worked to obtain a bachelor's degree. with that being said, she attended college for a little longer. eventually, she got her degree, and while she was a little lost after graduation, she made her way into the policy analyst game. she had the writing skills, sOmewhat of the drive, and while she's the youngest worker in her office, she's also the brightest. they're all also terrified of her, she speaks .6 words a day.

of course, what you did is entirely up to you! if you took two or three years to get your degree, you likely graduated alongside the boys. if it took longer, no worries, annie's degree took quite a bit.

now, the four of you are living in the same city, and you're all experiencing that said city's constant mournful, dingy atmosphere. the aesthetic is calming, actually; the weather is never nice, it's a rarity that you ever get an actual glimpse of the sun. no matter the season, so long as it isn't summertime, layers are a must. rainfall is a weekly occurrence, as well as the occasional thunderstorm. the merged stench of coffee grounds and burnt oil linger within the streets of the city, simply adding to the melancholy. basically, the general scenery is dark, cold, wet, and quiet. it's a gloomy place,, definitely comparable to forks, washington, but more of a metropolis than a town.

even with all of that being said, you and your friends have a good time. honestly, if you didn't all have eachother, you'd all probably go mental.

while reiner and bertholdt have their own seperate apartments, you and annie share a place. the rent was cheap, especially once split between two homeowners. two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a single kitchen & living area. it was too good of a deal to pass up. fortunately, you and her are compatible roomates.

with that being said, of course, it's often that the four lounge around at your guys' apartment. bertholdt always makes sure to check in before visiting, while reiner has the sour habit of showing up unannounced. you've both had to deny him a key, despite his pleading. you love him, but not that much.

sometimes, the two of them crash in your living room. typically, it's reiner on the couch while bertholdt takes up the floor, waking up the next morning in whatever flamboyant position he'd folded himself into during the night. every now and then, you and annie forget to head back to your rooms, and you crash right there with them. before you all fall asleep, you're typically all huddled up near the glass doored balcony, allowing the rainfall to serenade the four of you into a deep slumber whilst sitting within the crisp remnants of cigarette smoke and freshly opened liquor.

in a way, it's funny, because you all have a tendency to do that on a work night. just the four of you, sitting in your living room, drinking your alcohol, coating your furniture in the brisk stench of pure, solicited nicotine, watching your very own city drown within the darkening sky's tears as little to zero words are even spoken. when it comes to you and your friends, that's something that can never be contradicted; the quiet. these were how you spent your evenings together, especially after a rough day— silence, smoking, and the most peaceful sorrow imaginable.

of course, when you aren't wallowing in your own self pity, you're known to get drinks together. there's this certain booth in a local pub, it had burnt burgundy seats made out of leather. it's your guys' booth, and whenever you go out for a drink or two, that's where you sit. it's way back in the corner, where none of you can be bothered. one time, a couple of rascals had stolen it, and they refused to move. without a second thought, annie slammed one of those motherfucker's faces into the table. in suite, reiner took care of the other one, yanking him from the collar and kicking him to the floor. you and bertholdt only watched,, you were laughing, poor bert simply dragGed his palm down his face.

hey, at least you got your seats back! absentmindedly, you etched your initials into the bottom of the table with your pen. without a thought, the other three did the same, marking the corner as their own. don't fuck with that table, you'll be slaughtered.

when winter hits, it hits mercilessly. it's insanely aesthetic, seeing your group standing on the side of the busy street, all absolutely layered up in buttoned up winter coats and thickly knitted scarves. because they're both unnecessarily large, you depend on them for warmth every now and then. the amount of times you've buried your face within reiner's side while sitting on the subway during the midst of wintertime is stupid. as for bertholdt, he occasionally takes off his very own coat, draping it over you or annie's shoulders whenever either of you are seen shivering. he doesn't mind getting a cold, so long as you're warm.

speaking of the subway, your city has one. it's a pretty average way to travel, and due to none of you actually owning your own vehicles, it's where you go whenever walking or taking the bus isn't an option. the only one who isn't allowed to ride the subway alone is you. there was instance where on your way home from work, you had a run-in with an unpleasant bystander with the means to hurt you. ever since then, a code has been set where if you want to travel underground, you do it with one of them.

^ one time, you didn't listen, and you went by yourself anyway— unfortunately for you, reiner was boarding the exact same stop as you, and gave you quite the scolding. however, it's only because you're special to him. to all of them.

you and annie are actually closer than you'd imagine. being one of the only female friends she's ever been able to keep, you've grown to be an important figure in her life. of course, she'd never admit that to you, but you know. some nights, the two of you lean against one another on the sofa while black & white reruns play on the television, ultimately sending you both to sleep.

once a week, you have lunch with bertholdt at the university he assists at. you know just how glum the work makes him, and fortunately, you showing up every single sunday with coffee and sandwiches never fails to brighten his day. sometimes, you're the only one that can get him through the week.

bert's crush on annie is still very much a thing, even in this universe. of course, he's older, and for the most part, he's grown out of it. still, he stares. not as much as he once did, but he does. you and reiner only watch from afar, quietly sullen that he'd never quite gotten the guts to act on it.

bertholdt is also the group's umbrella holder. it's constantly raining, and due to his height, he's the one holding the bigass umbrella over the four of your guys' heads. when there isn't an umbrella, you just sort of seek refuse underneath his arms, which he gladly gives you. reiner and annie don't really mind, they get wet. it is a thing where you're all rushing to get out of the rain, the two men shielding the women's hair from the storm with their jackets as they run for shelter.

you all smoke. well, actually, whether or not you smoke cigarettes in this scenario is entirely up to you. if you'd like, ignore this part. anyway, cigarette sharing is a given. while reiner's preferred brand of darts is far more lucrative and more likely to kill him (he's dead inside, it fits), he won't hesitate to snatch a cigarette from in between the tips of your lips, bringing them to his own. it's something all of you do, even bertholdt. sharing is caring, you all say. you tend to do the same thing with wine glasses, or beer bottles.

it's practically gotham city, you're all dead inside grownups, god isn't real.

irllydidn'tlikehowthisturnedout-

[babbling-idiot]

Herbert West x reader

Requested: “Do you write Angst? Not like self harm or suicide angst though. Because if you do, I have a request;

So Herbert West x a platonic roommate reader (Dan can be there too, if you don't mind) and the reader has an s/o that for whatever reason dies and Herbert reanimates them and obviously it goes wrong and the reader has to kill their once beloved, and rightfully freaks out afterwards (whether that be a mental breakdown or yelling at their roomate/s)

Now, I had another idea similar to this where it's all practically the same except the reader's s/o was abusive and the reader gets a little carried away "taking them out" and that's what freaks them out?

Thanks even if you don't do it, I hope nothing in this makes you uncomfortable, thank you 💚🖤” -By Anon

Warning: Angst, Mentions of abuse, Descriptions of murdering someone

(Hello! So sorry for the long wait, I hope you likes this and enjoy!)

*****

The day had been going smoothly. You woke up easily. Looking at your phone before heading to the bathroom to start your morning routine. Luckily there were no messages. Thankfully, your partner hadn't texted you. As of lately they had been very, off. You had been with them for a bout a year now and after many attempts to keep it a secret, they found out about you living with two other people. Ever since then they had acted strange. Always texting to see what you were doing more than once a day. And sadly also being very rude. You didn't want to say abuse but what they had said to you throughout the relationship had been very much that. Especially when they had the balls to put there hands on you. Which was one of the things you didn't want to tell the boys about. Especially when they would come over to the house. At first it was harmless. They'd come in, see they guys and then you would both leave, end of story. But then it started getting to the point that every time they saw the guys they'd get angry. Command that you both leave right then. Now it wasn't that you didn't want to go. But Dan, bless his heart had always asked where you'd be. For safety reasons. Which was so thoughtful of him. Because in his eyes he saw you as his sibling. And the protective brother in him, came out around you. Now as for Herbert, he was the same way. Except he didn't like your partner in any kind of way. He thought they were a complete waste of time and were not good enough for you in anyway. He had a silent hatred for this person and every time they were rushing you, raising there voice at you and even when they would get close, the protective and slightly murderous part of him came out.

But as of this morning, there were no text. Now this would have been completely fine but something about no texts seemed odd. But not really paying attention you did your routine. You walked downstairs after and ate breakfast with Dan then headed out the door to your classes. Throughout your whole day you felt this sinking feeling in your gut. You felt as though something was terribly wrong and that something was up. It was around eleven in the afternoon when you got home and when you were walking up the steps to the front door. You found what looked like drag marks. Now with how long you had been living with the boys, you had grown to make out things. Like what drag marks look like. So, when you saw them trailing into your home, panic filled you. The first thing that came to mind was Herbert and how he has yet another dead body and is about to reanimate them. So, with speed in your step you made your way into the house. Locking the door behind you, you sat all your things on the coffee table and made your way to the basement door. When you got close you could the sound of two people, and the sound of another making some very nasty, guttural sounds. Like I said before living so long with them you made out the noise to be one of his reanimated corpses. It frightened you to hell and back and when you got the courage to go down those stairs you came face to face with a problem. Not only was there a very angry corpse, but that corpse was someone very familiar. At first you thought it was just your mind playing a cruel joke on you, but when they turned around and the prominent gash on there head and all the black goo pooling at there feet. You knew they were gone. You didn't know what to do, but when they lunged at you, hands gripping your shoulders, you felt as if you were in another heated argument with them. You pushed them off and they stumbled giving you enough time to grab the nearest weapon. You held it in hand, not wanting to hit them with it but a part of you knew it wasn't them anymore. They lunged yet again, this time you side stepped them and was able wack them over the head when you got a clear view of the back of there head. The first hit sounded like hitting a hollow object, and oddly it was satisfying to hear. When they turned you didn't give them enough time to do much until you hit them again. This time, you heard an even more satisfying "Crack" and the gash opened wider and was starting to run up into there hairline. It was after the second hit that you kept hitting them.

Herbert and Dan knew that your anger would take ahold of you, but with how much anger you were expressing on the reanimated corpse of your previous lover, they both were weary of getting too close. Out of there own safety as to not get hit as well. But Dan saw you tiring out and leapt in when he could. He wrapped his arms around your arms. Slowly pulling you away from the body as Herbert grabbed the bat from you. While Dan was helping you sit down Herbert was putting a cover on the body. Dan squatted down in front of you and tried to talk to you. You had tears brimming under your eyes and it was then that you fully realized what you had done. You broke down and Dan wrapped his arms around you again. This time comforting you best that he could. He explained to you that your now dead lover was in a fatal car accident and they brought their body into the hospital. The doctors tried to resuscitate them, but their heart beat never came back and Herbert saw an opportunity for parts. Bringing them here was a mistake, Herbert admitted to you when Dan mentioned bringing the body here. Herbert even apologized for putting you in this position.

It wasn't long after the incident that the police came to your door step and gave you the bad news. You had reacted as if you heard it for the first time. You cried yet again. Dan and Herbert were there for you. When the cop left, both Dan and Herbert apologized again. Feeling absolutely horrible for doing this to you. But you told them that it was ok, that hopefully you could forget that this day ever happened. But for now and a little into the future you would have to live with this. Live with the fact that you killed your lover. So, until then you would have to look at your hands, and remember the image of that object in your hand. And the satisfying sound of the "Crack" against there skull.

*****

(Hello again, So I hope you enjoyed this and if you did any kind of feedback would be highly appreciated. I hope you have an amazing day/night and stay safe out there in the world!)

[wisespookysalad69]

Racing, Part ll (Allison's perspective)

I was just trying to fall back asleep for the 4th time in the last 20 minutes, due to the stomping above of my roomate, and best friend, Nadira.

Suddenly as I was about to doze off I heard a loud bang and Nadira called my name sounding panicked. I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could. She could be seen lying on the ground holding her chest, chest towards the ceiling, grabbing her chest, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Her breathing seemed abnormal and I began to wonder if it was her heart?

"All..ison.."

"NADIRA?! what the fuck happened? What's going on did something sca-"

"I think *pant* it's my heart, it's beating too quickly and it's.. -UGgnn. Skipping" it's like it's out of rhythm I cant catch my.. *pant* breath.."

She looked so afraid yet so ready to drop dead, I was mortified. Nadira grabbed my hand and placed my palm on her chest, strands of her long, soft black hair fell under my hand against her tanned Italian skin, but under that I focused on the irregular pumping that made itself apparent under my left palm.

"Do you feel that?"

"Y.. yes."

Her heart was beating erratically, extremely erratically. But I had a secret i kept from Nadira, she had no intuition on my.. interest I'd assume because it seems so out of bounds. I had a, fetish, you could call it. Hearts, they got me going and I never ever planned on telling even my best friend.

"Allison"

"Wha-! What?" Do you need me to call an ambulance is this normal is this just something that you havent told me about?"

"Go in my left hand dwaer fhe bottom there's a steth. Grab it.:

"Why would she have a- not important."

I opened the drawer to push past an old cellphone and t shirt she's likely been using to hide it.. like I have mine. Normal materal items would distract you from the potentially abnormal.

I walked back over to Nadira who now looked a little better. She was always beautiful anyway, but less sweaty but still panting. Although still panting she's sitting up now, which is a very good sign. I put the stethoscope in my ears and sat in front of her, Trying to make it look like I had no Idea where to put the stethoscope even though i knew I wanted to start with the pulmonary auscultation location. I gave a "confused" stare at Nadira as she panted and put the steth on her chest. Suddenly, my ears are filled with the sound of her irregular heart.

"BOOMBOOMBOOMthumpthu-BOOMthump. BOOMTHUMP.thump boom.

It almost sounded like her heart was in both tachyarrythmia, and bradycardia. It skipped a lot and was at about an inconsistent 210 BPM..I was both concerned and so incredibly turned on.

"Alli."

Hmm

"What does it sound like?

"Well. Not normal. Your heart is racing. Absolutely racing.. it feels like you cant catch your breath from the rate I'm feeling your chest rise and fall.. your heart is arrhythmic its uh. Skipping beats and youre tachycardic. Has this ever happened?"

"I- no but how do you know all this stuff about whats happening to my heart right now?" I -ugh *grabs chest * thought you were an art student, we're both art students i didnt know you we're into cardiology, what are you like a cardiophile or something?"

Did she just.. call it a.. how would she know? Shes so obvious but im growing more concerned with the task at hand. Her heart seems to be recovering but it should be monitered.

"How did you know it was called being a "cardiophile?" Huh?

"I.. i uh.. i didn't. I made it up. We're both creatives haha.. remember?"

She looked so panicked. It was so cute.. wait?what?

No. I need to listen to her heart furthermore. I put the ear pieces back into my ears and placed the steth onto her apex after tugging her tank top down.

Bathump-bathump-bathump-...babaBuMpBump.. baba..baba.. bababUmpBump. Bathumpbathumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump- baTHUMP.

Her heart sped up and slowed down, skipped, ect. But was recovering surely, she had her hand to her chest and panted.

"It feels like my heart is beating backwards. Pumping at the efficiency equivalent to a flipflop starting a fire smacking a sidewalk. " my chest.. it hurts. Check my pulse.

I placed my two fingers against the side of her neck and she grabbed my hand and placed it on her heart. Fuck.

Baboombaboombaboombaboombaboom. My heart.. its racing too. Its going at about 160 beats per minute. I'm going to be the one having a heart attack tonight..

Well, this is only part two, will things get even more heated between these two? Idk yet lol, well

I hope y'all liked this, the first part was so successful and I will get part lll out reguardless of how decent the second part goes but will also be starting on other heart-related stories simultaneously, really got off writing this one lol

-Nikki

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Why do I write primarily mlm fanfic?

This was something I asked myself the other day. I am a girl, I think I'm queer (but I am attracted to men, whatever I am), so why do I fixate on mlm relationships? Why do I never feel compelled to write wlw or even just some good 'ol straight stuff? I brought this up to a few friends of mine who also watch anime. One of them said that it’s because lots of popular media only really focuses on developing their male characters well, and I think this to be a very suitable explanation (as well as the fact that I’m queer and thus gravitate towards queer stories).

Take Sk8 the Infinity for example. I could count the number of female characters in this anime on one hand, and one of them is a robot. The others are supporting roles who only serve to support the male main characters. I love Sk8 very much, and with the possibility of a 2nd season I’d love to see a prominent, well-developed female character (but if they make her Reki’s love interest I will literally stab someone). But as the anime stands right now, there are no female characters that aren't just basically plot devices.

Another show I love dearly, Yuri!!! on Ice, is much the same. While there can be more of an argument made here because 1) competitive figure skating is split up between men and women, and 2) I believe that the story Yuuri and Victor is absolutely meant to be a romance, so having the two men as the focus is somewhat necessary, there's an overwhelming lack of fleshed-out women in the story. All the female characters are supporting members that only exist for the benefit of male characters. Yuuko and Minako support Yuuri, Lilia exists so Yuri P. can improve, Mila is just... kind of there, and Sara's whole character is centered around her brother being overprotective of her.

Okay, so let's look at something a little less... fruity. Horimiya. I've only watched the anime, so if there's stuff I miss from not having read the manga (yet), please forgive me. I still think this is a valid perspective, though, because if there's female development that the creators decided was so unimportant that it could be cut, that still supports my point here. In my opinion, Miyamura is a lot more developed than Hori. He has his tragic backstory of being a loner, and having his secret piercings and tattoos and all that. A lot of the story ends up focusing on his side of things... despite the fact that Hori is the protagonist. The story follows her perspective for the most part, we learn things about Miyamura as she does, yet I feel like she's a bit dull. She has a uncommon home life and has to take care of her younger brother, that's her big bad secret? I get that it's kind of unexpected since she's the pretty, perfect, popular girl, but I still feel like it's a tad anticlimactic. It's hardly ever addressed beyond the first few episodes, too, and it just kind of exists as a fact within the story. Even beyond our main couple, it seems like the other female characters development and stories are all focused on the boy they're interested in (except for Sawada, but she's there for like a couple of episodes and then doesn't really show up all that much again... and her crush on Hori is handled really weird, I didn't exactly love it). Remi's entire character is pretty much centered around her boyfriend, and Sakura and Yuki are basically competing for Toru. Meanwhile, the guys have story beats themed around the girls they're interested in, but I feel like it's not as obsessive or dramatic as how the girls are depicted.

So, we're given these female characters, who are really watered-down and honestly kind of boring, and we're not super compelled to write about them. When we are given flat female characters, there's nothing to work with. It's more fun to use the characters who have had development and play around with the "what ifs" and our own personal headcannons. The characters who get this special treatment are primarily male. And while I commend a lot of shows for developing their male characters in such a way that doesn't exactly fit with society's idea of masculinity (ex: Reki's insecurities and depression, Yuuri's anxiety and femininity, Miyamura's isolation and depression), in the end these characters are still boys, men, males.

I also think mlm is so prominent because of both straight girls and queer people. For straight girls, it can often be fetishization (forgive my generalizing, I'm sure not all straight girls are like that, but an overwhelming amount definitely are). I think one of the best examples I can give for this is Phan. This is a bit different since it's not anime, but instead real people, but if anything that really drives home the point even more. The way Dan and Phil were (and probably still are) treated in the fandom internet space is disturbing, to say the least. Their audience, while much of it was queer, was also made up of an overwhelming amount of heterosexual girls who not only shipped them intensely, but also often sexualized them. And look, there's nothing inherently wrong with being a straight girl and writing smut, but it gets to a point where it can be kind of weird if its excessive. Like, if that's all the relationship is really about, and if the people you're writing about are real human beings, that's definitely overstepping. I will admit that I had a Wattpad and that I wrote Phanfic way back when, and this is something I'm not exactly proud of. Granted, I did not write anything explicit, it was still super weird, whether or not I was queer. And I'm not saying all the problematic aspects of the Phandom were because of straight girls, because what I contributed was arguably problematic, and I did not identify as straight at the time. At the same time, though, there were straight girls who wrote exclusively smut (or "lemons" as they might've been referred to at the time). There were those who analyzed every post, every bit of information they could find about these men on the internet. They obsessed over the fact that they occasionally shared clothes (which is fairly common for roomates of similar sizes to do), and gathered evidence to support the theory that they shared a bed. It was bad. It was invasive, and it got to the point where it wasn't about the people, it was about the fetishized fantasy these girls made up in their heads about these real, actual men.

Dan and Phil's online presence kind of disappeared for a few years... and I don't blame them.

Getting back on track, mlm is prominent for queer people because it's the LGBT representation they so desperately want to see actualized in media. If a show doesn't make their favorite queer ship canon (and they often don't), they'll do it themselves! That's what fanfic is for! I also know that queer people project onto these characters a lot, and that writing about them is almost like a form of therapy. They see these characters as queer, and they see themselves in these characters, so they write about these characters experiencing similar emotions to them. The thing is, the most compelling characters are male, so those are the characters they end up focusing on, even if the person in question is strictly sapphic. My best example is how I project onto Reki. Personally, I end up thinking of him as (and thus end up writing him as) having some internalized homophobia around being bisexual. That's literally what I am currently going through. I can't project this onto any of the female characters in Sk8, because I couldn't see them going through this experience because they're not developed enough to.

Despite all of this, I still enjoy all of the shows I mention a lot. I think it's just an interesting topic that I was thinking about. I'm not trying to bash anything that I used as an example, these were just my personal observations based off of what I know about these shows and their fandoms. I do, though, believe shipping real people isn't super cool, and I stand by that as someone who used to do it. I'm not going to stop you... I just think it's intrusive and inappropriate to pretend like you know enough about influencers to dictate who they should be involved with romantically. Their love life is, frankly, none of your damn business.

So, long story short, we should make anime (and popular media in general) less misogynistic.

(Also, please leave Dan and Phil alone, they deserve privacy)