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luffyvace · 2 months

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I just need ussop x male reader head cannons I can never find any cus I can definitely see them kissing and then ussop bragging about it as is he wasn’t sweating and race red please 🙏 I love your work it makes me smile at how silly it is smt 💙

I KNOWWWW I never see any usopp x male reader!!! 💥💥

awww that scenario is so cute and true <3

THANK YOU!!! That’s so kind of you to say! Yesss I’m so glad you enjoy my siliness because my writing always has been and always will be ;D 💖💖

Honestly Usopp probably isn’t fazed much about the fact that your a male

he’s educated on lgbtq+ and if you hc him to be apart of them that’s probably why!

So he’s not much flustered or surprised at the fact that he likes a guy just the fact that he likes YOU.

and your!- just!- yoursoepicsoawesomesoincrediblesobreathtakingsostunningsoastoundingsoextrodinaryso-

LIKE YOUR JUST SO COOL!-

i mean I guess he could’ve just said that buuuut

’cool’ is not cool enough of a word to describe you😉

alr that was a terrible dad joke but anyway-

thats not the point! The point is!….it really doesn’t matter your gender he just thinks your phenomenal (pan usopp? I’ll let you decide…)

the strawhats also don’t mind!

now every time I write they’re reactions it’s the same so I’m not doing it all over again- 😆

just a few honorable mentions :)

first off Robin knew it’d happen all along and nami got paid from the bets of it

Sanji doesn’t get the appeal but he knows every man isn’t the same (my boy zoro scarred him) and so is everyone’s preferences. (he supports)

luffy suggests to throw a party (just as an excuse to have one) but it’s not a bad excuse so you guys through one anyway

and yeah that’s all your getting 🥰

usopp tells the strawhats (probably luffy first) that you two are dating

he’s so excited when he does 💗

as soon as you say yes he’s running off to find everyone, (again- luffy first) shouting at the top of his lungs that you two are an item

okay on to your scenario~ 😊

*chuu*~ usopp gives you a little kiss on the lips (for the first time)

his face gets as red as a rose while standing there computing that he singlehandedly just had his first kiss with you and in general

you blinked and he’s already bolted off to go brag to the rest of the crew

specifically sanji, luffy, chopper and franky/brook

why them specifically?

Sanji because he didn’t even get to kiss at least Charlotte + plus he got his first kiss and partner before him

luffy & chopper because those are his loser bsfs

franky and brook? because he’s way younger than them and he got his first kiss before them 😂😂

he basically couldn’t stop boasting about it for a week straight

even then he’ll bring it up every chance he gets

”you may be strong sanji but at least I’ve had my first kiss” 😁☝️

his love languages are physical touch & gift giving (quality time too)

he will never not be shy about physical touch 💗

he just never gets used to it

his affections? (🤗) he lives for every form of physical touch ever from you

kiss on the cheek/forehead/lips/temple/hand, cuddles, linking pinkies/hold hands, footsie, high fives, shoulders/knees touches

you name it he wants it

seriously even the little stuff- generally before you start dating

Because then he’s even more shy/nervous around you

I haven’t mentioned that but he definitely is

he doesn’t know what to not do or how to act

yes those precisely bc he worries he’ll screw smth up by doing smth you don’t like

as far as how to act he simply doesn’t know what to do with himself around you

he becomes very self conscious

I’m sure quite a few peeps do in front of they’re crush ^v^

making you laugh counts as a love language for him

he loves the sound of your laughter. it lets him know he’s making you happy

he’s really worried about being a good boyfriend

so when he’s able to make you laugh he knows he’s doing something right

with quality time it’s all about the fact that he looooves to be around you!

whenever your away?

*goes to find you/asks around about your whereabouts* “hey m/n whatcha doin?” 😋

don’t get me wrong he’s not clingy the man still has hobbies—you know working in the usopp factory n such

But he does like to spend a good portion of his day with his lover 💛 (who doesn’t?)

gift giving is heavily his thing since he can give you his tinctures

you know cuz he likes to make stuff?

especially if your weak

then you can defend yourself

and he won’t have to worry about you <3

even if you are strong he’ll still make you stuff :P

maybe something that can help in battle but since you can handle yourself it likely protain to other things you like

if your strong he 💯 runs to you to protect him when danger comes

”YEAH!! M/N’S GONNA BEAT YOU UP! YOU BETTER NOT MESS WITH US!!”

(he’s saying this as he runs away :3)

if he ever manages to save you he’d be so proud of himself and brag to everyone about it

”yeah!! I saved m/n’s BUTT!” 😼

he keeps retelling the story more dramatic a each time and the only one still buying it is chopper <3

even luffy don’t believe him no more 🗿

If your weak he will protect you with everything he’s got!

even if that ain’t much 💪

which it’s essentially just him telling you to run, stalling, then running away himself

He likely leads the threat to someone who can defeat them and takes the credits 😎

random :)

he is most certainly simping if you have abs

like he would just loooove to watch you work out 😍😍🙏

if you met back in syrup village he probably followed you everywhere

like you were his only friend before the usopp pirates type thing

Btw you were the vice captian of said group

If you’ve known each other for that long it’s likely love and not just a crush by now but you label it 🤷‍♀️

if not then when you helped save his village he prob developed a crush on you then

how bravely you fought 😍 (even if you were crying like him)

Or maybe he goes to your island and he finds you very cool (even if your not physically strong)

either way he romanticizes how you really are and develops a crush on that idea of you. BUT- dw he DOES genuinely love you ‼️

quick mention on kaya- lets say him, you and kaya were just close friends and they weren’t crushing on each other

you, chopper, usopp and luffy are a group- ain’t no doubt about it c;

y’all are always being silly 😜

If your the mature one of the group your gonna go crazy 🤗🤗 not crazier than nami

Pranks also happen a lot (water bucket on door, stealing stuff, ding dong ditching etc.. little harmless stuff 😚)

overall usopp boyfriend review and rating? 100/100 green flag please date him

Usopp def needs some more content ! Male reader particularly

Hope you enjoy lovely nonny~♡

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twsted-idiot · 5 months

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mind if I project onto Dazai a lil rq

THAT FUCKER IS SO TOUCH STARVED‼️‼️ but he's also wary of any sort of physical affection at first (not wanting to make others uncomfortable. He's an asshole, but he's not THAT much of an ass. And also he's just hesitant in general)

^ after that initial hesitation though, yer stuck almost constantly having some sort of physical touch w him when he's around (as long as ur comfy w it. Romantic or platonic.)

TRANSMASC DAZAI!! but femzai is transfem if that makes sense :3

Dark circles dark circles dark circles dark circles d-

He's such a loser (/aff)

Def had braces at some point as a teenager

He's horrible w social cues sometimes good GOD (canon honestly. He literally called this one chic sexy after saving her like..)

BISEXUAL‼️‼️

Very few people have actually seen under his bandages (Yosano, Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Mori, and maybe Chuuya [don't tag this as SKK. I will fucking get you. <3]) it's not necessarily a lack of trust, he's just self conscious.

Younger members of the agency are like little siblings to him :3

HIS HANDS ARE SO FUCKING COLD!!

His music taste is ALL over the place

#Dazai Osamu #Dazai headcanons #Dazai Osamu headcanons #Bsd headcanons #Dazai bsd #Bsd Dazai #Osamu Dazai

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dangermousie · 10 months

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Farscape Rewatch - 2x07 and 2x08

Not my fave eps (in fact, 2x08 Dream a Little Dream is my least fave ep in the season and in my bottom three eps of the show) so not too much to say.

Home on the Remains 2x07

The start of D’Argo x Chiana, a glorious secondary ship.

I love the visuals of the pollen floating through the ship. I love that you can never feel entirely comfortable with Zhaan because underneath her calm, even good demeanor, there is madness waiting to peep out and the show never lets you forget it. Here it really manifests when she is in starvation mode and it’s scary and surreal and oddly beautiful. For Zhaan, like for many other of the characters, being good, doing good is not the default - it’s a conscious, hard-won choice and I love that. Second comment is that we get some glimpse into what Chiana’s life was before Moya, and why she was all spikes when she came on board. Her loyalty is manifest here as is her lack of self-worth: she is OK with whoring herself to get Zhaan a meal(!!!!!) (and I love how both John and D’Argo would much rather kill the guy). And so is her darkness: she kills the guy in a pretty gruesome way and doesn’t dwell on it for a second. I really do think she is the one who killed the Nebari keeper in the ep she first appeared. And also here is the start of Chi and D’Argo. I squealed at the kiss when I first saw it and get !!! on every rewatch. I loved how complicated this OTP was and how invested I was and how their flaws and strengths both intertwined into it.

And some of my fave quotes are here. I love Aeryn’s snide ‘I get to babysit the blooming blue bush and you get to play with your favorite little tralk’ and Crichton’s ‘you can eat anything if it’s fried’ is sort of a catchphrase in the Mousie household. I also love the scene with Rygel on the sled and Rygel biting John and John biting back. Yeah. This show was gloriously unhinged.

Not a favorite ep but enjoyable enough, which is more than I can say, with few exceptions for the ep that follows.

Dream a Little Dream 2x08

This is my most fast-forwarded S2 ep ever. Honest. Blah.

But even a truly bad ep has some glorious exchanges.

Anyway, this ep is largely a flashback by Zhaan about what happened to her, China and Rygel between end of s1 and start of s2. Zhaan goes crazy while being framed on planet of evil lawyers. Rygel and Chiana save her. Blah. End of flashback.

I’ve read someone say that the problem with this episode is that since it’s a flashback we have no tension. We know everyone will be OK. But I don’t think that is the case. After all, do we really expect Crichton et al to be bumped off at a random ep? No, but we still get excited about the eps (of course, DALD takes it further as we know everything will return to status quo we know now but still…) And we just a few eps ago had The Way We Weren’t which was largely set three years prior to the premiere episode and it’s one of the best eps of the season. For me, the flashback is not the problem. I think this is the ep that reiterated for me that while I find Zhaan and Rygel interesting in small dozes, an ep centered around them is not really my thing. And I love Chiana, but probably ditto unless she is interacting with someone other than them. Basically, my character order of preference goes: John, Aeryn, D’Argo, Chi etc etc. And an ep where my top 3 characters are absent (minus a very very cool hallucination) drags. The plot is also not scintillating. In fact, to call it simplistic with truly boring characters except for the regulars is to compliment it. Oh well, they can’t all be winners and Farscape had way less losers than most (after this ep, I adore every single ep until S4′s Coup by Clam - every single ep and that’s insane.) I do love Chiana and Rygel as trial lawyers, utterly hopped up and themselves in wiggle room exploitation. And the courtroom design is very neat. But that is about it.

Also, this is a small framing scene but I do love how, once again, John is the one who believes that talking it out helps. He gets more and more hardened but he still believes in talking it out, even if it’s now limited solely to those he loves (that is why in part the end of 2x22 DMD hits so hard - John lying there, agreeing to a procedure that will render him mute, because, as he says, there is nobody he want to talk to anyway and nothing to say. One of the worst times he’s been broken thoroughly; though he always manages to reassemble himself somehow.)

I do love Zhaan and John’s bond. I will always love Farscape for many reasons but one of them is creating all these powerful, complex women and not having them be love interests for the male lead. Crichton’s relationships with important female characters are varied - with Zhaan here she’s the older sister in so many ways - but except for Aeryn, they are never romantic, and very very rarely sexual (and if we remove Grayza where the sexual element is not by his choice, the rarity becomes even more pronounced) and I love that.

#farscape

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eyelessfaces · 2 years

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not allowed

llewyn davis x reader

summary: you're used to llewyn playing with your head, but his reaction when you introduce him to your new boyfriend to try to forget him is quite unsuspected.

warnings: angst, lots of angst, smoking, alcohol, language, llewyn is an asshole (emphasis on that one), sexual innuendos. it ends well i promise

tags: gender neutral reader

word count: 4.1k (what the hell no one's gonna read that)

a/n: 1. there's a character named wilson and i just imagined him as wilson bethel while i wrote this (hence why i named him that way) so,, yeah if you need to imagine someone just imagine wilson bethel lol

2. I named this one shot not allowed because while i was writting it not allowed by tv girl came on shuffle and i thought the lyrics weirdly fit. anyways enjoy and give me some feedback or ill eat your toes

3. i lost my mind multiple times while writing this

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

Llewyn is here, standing against your living room window, once again. You don't know if the cigarette between his lips is consuming really fast or if you've just lost track of time. You haven't seen Llewyn since- since the last incident. And it is it all over again. He comes back to your flat, asking to stay over, and you say yes. You don't talk it through and act as if the last time you saw each other, nothing happened. Again.

You had known Llewyn for a few years, when Jean introduced you. Llewyn was rude, cruel and an asshole but he had that complexity that you lowkey loved having to deal with. Maybe you just loved kinda toxic and difficult men, but you swore Llewyn wasn't like any other men you had come across. He had good parts too. He was honest, sensitive, generous, and when he had something in mind, he couldn't get it out. He was also stubborn, hell, so stubborn. But he had that determination that no one could take away from him, and when he wanted something, he made sure to do his best to get it and show others that he was capable of doing it.

And you admired him for that. You truly did. But it also got on your nerves for a reason you couldn't quite catch.

You knew deep down that the reason it got on your nerves was that you were very obviously in love with Llewyn. You dreaded having to admit that to yourself, and everytime the thought occured you felt nauseous and light headed. Jean's reaction hadn't helped you. You didn't even tell her, but after sharing a bottle of scotch late at night in your kitchen and babbling about the most random subjects of conversations, she randomly drunk yelled at you for wasting your time over him, telling you that he didn't deserve you and that he was an asshole and a loser. You wondered why they were even friends.

But maybe she was right. Yours and Llewyn's relationship had always kinda been ambiguous; it was never the right moment. You had lost count of the number of times you and Llewyn had almost moved further. Almost. But there was something wrong each time and nothing happened. And your relationship gradually became worse.

And in those moments, he made you feel self conscious, worthless, and overall miserable. You felt like a toy he fiddled with whenever he was bored. You didn't know if he knew you were in love with him, hell, you didn't even want to know, but you felt like you were just a little game to him, a distraction from his miserable life.

It didn't stop you from sheltering and letting him crash on your couch everytime. Despite your efforts, you couldn't say no to him. You didn't know why it was that way; you despised him sometimes, but you felt bewitched and his tired, worn out eyes made you so vulnerable.

You knew you couldn't stop loving him just like that; and you knew he certainly didn't feel the same way. He had other projects on his mind and you could understand that. A relationship was probably the least of his concerns.

So it was the worst way to cope, but you started hanging out with the first man that showed you interest when you went out to that bar to get drunk after Llewyn had played with your feelings once more. Llewyn had almost kissed you, and apologized when he told you that he shouldn't do that because he was drunk. Once more.

Out of your mind and desperate, you had started seeing Wilson after you learned his name from seeing it on the diploma hanging on his bedroom wall when you woke up in his arms the next morning.

Wilson was a good man.

Wilson was nice, smart, and first and foremost, Wilson cared about you. Wilson could have been the perfect boyfriend if you weren't in love with someone else.

You regretted it. You really did. Wilson was too good to you, and you appreciated him. You even wondered what the fuck was wrong with you for not being in love with him.

But you still felt that void because you were in love with someone you couldn't have, and nothing could fill that void, not even someone who appreciated you the way you deserved to be appreciated.

The open sliding window lets New York's cold air run through your apartment. A few drops of rain fall from the frame, disappearing with a discrete sound when it crashes against the window sill. You can hear that sound because it's the only sound you're willing to listen to around, mixing with the soft rain outside. You're sitting on your couch, legs crossed, mindlessly staring at those raindrops. You don't hear anything besides them, you know Llewyn is trying to chat and babble about where he's playing tonight but you just block it out, trying to give your patience some space.

"My boyfriend is coming over for dinner" you let out absent mindedly, cutting him off in the middle of his rant. The man turns to you, his almost fully consumed cigarette still sitting between his lips. He jerks his head forward and raises his eyebrows slightly, as if he misheard you or as if you just let out the biggest piece of bullshit ever.

His face relaxes, and he turns around to blow out the smoke through the window.

"Didn't know you had a boyfriend" he says in a low voice, frowning and pulling the cigarette away from his mouth to scratch the end of it in the ashtray on the edge of the window.

You hum and stand up from the couch.

"It's quite new" you say pulling on the hem of your sweater as you get around the couch to go to the kitchen.

He lightly clears his throat and follows you.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, scratching his beard.

Your look shoots back at him.

"Oh no this is not what I meant. You can stay, it's pouring out there anyways." you say taking a glance outside, the rain having thickened over the past few minutes.

---

Despite the cold air hovering over the room, the atmosphere is heavy. The situation feels awkward; the man that you love and your boyfriend in the same room, sitting across eachother. You feel gross for letting this happen. You should have told Llewyn that yes, he needed to leave, so you wouldn't have to witness this scene that seemed to be straight out taken from a nightmare. You sigh softly as Llewyn examines your boyfriend.

You place the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and sit back besides your boyfriend, and he rests a hand on your thigh before smiling at you. You smile back at him, a fake smile hiding your discomfort, and look at Llewyn who immediately deviates his look, taking a portion of his food. Not one word has been exchanged since you started eating, and you were almost done eating.

Wilson clears his throat lightly after pouring himself some wine.

"So what do you do for a living Llewyn?" he asks, trying to indulge some enthusiasm to the tense ambiance as he fills yours and Llewyn's glass.

Llewyn looks up at him, pinching his lips and shrugging. "I'm a folk singer. Doesn't pay much. I'm homeless" he says with a smile before shoving his fork into his mouth.

Wilson turns at you and frowns a bit, not sure if Llewyn is joking or not. Your eyes dart to Llewyn, and back to Wilson.

You sigh softly and put your hand over Wilson's. "That's why he's staying here" you whisper to him, and his mouth forms a 'O' shape.

"You?" Llewyn asks. "What'd you do for a living?" he questions throwing his chin at him.

"Well I'm taking over my father's company. He sells refrigerators" Wilson says nodding.

Llewyn chuckles softly. "Refrigerators? Pays way better. Especially if you're the CEO's son" he says raising his eyebrows in contempt.

You roll your eyes at his remark and grab your glass of wine to shake it off.

"Well it depends" Wilson shrugs, looking up from his plate.

"Bet it's still better than some random musician begging bar owners to let him play" Llewyn says cutting him off after taking a sip of wine. "At least you're guaranteed to have some place to sleep at every night huh" Llewyn snaps back at him.

"Yeah" Wilson chuckles, insolently smiling at Llewyn. "Let's just say you're lucky to have them, I wouldn't let some grubby homeless man sleep on my couch" Wilson snaps, the end of his sentence slightly muffled by the glass meeting his lips as he turns to you.

Llewyn lets his fork fall down on his plate, a ringing sound filling the room, and you know exactly what he's thinking at the moment. "They must trust you to let a misfit like you even approach someone like them." Wilson continues sitting back in his chair, grabbing your shoulder as a sign of possessiveness. His touch is gentle but you can't help but feel threatened by the whole situation. You can only feel nervous when you see Llewyn's face. He's infuriated but restraining himself except you can feel this won't last long.

Llewyn chuckles dryly, crossing his arms. His look darts over you before going back to Wilson. "Trusts me? Not sure about that. I didn't know they even had a boyfriend an hour ago" he huffs, gesturing to the man in front of him.

You close your eyes before bringing a hand to your forehead.

"Okay hum-" you try to speak but quickly get interrupted.

"And you know what the grubby homeless man has to say?" Llewyn questions Wilson rhetorically. "Fuck you man" he says loud and clear, insisting on his words, pointing a finger at Wilson.

"Can't we just- finish eating in peace" you sigh, one of your fists unintentionally clenching under the table.

"No." Llewyn snaps glancing at you before turning to your boyfriend. "Your daddy can gift you whatever the fuck you want? Good for you. But that's not life. Life is a bitch and you should be fucking grateful you're not struggling every single fucking day" he hisses before grabbing the bottle of wine to give himself a refill. "And it's not my fucking fault you were born already privileged you jerk"

"Llewyn" you whisper through gritted teeth. You breathe out loudly and stand up to clear the table as you declare everyone has finished eating. "Sorry he's being like this" you let out bitterly, looking down at Llewyn before putting everyone's cutlery over the plates you had quickly stacked.

You rush to the kitchen to put the stack in the sink you then grip your hands against. You roll your eyes, shaking your head before laughing nervously. This couldn't have gone worse.

You stand straight when Wilson joins you there.

"I think it's better if I leave" he says, hands in his jeans pockets.

You purse your lips and nod.

"Hum, yeah, yeah" you agree sending him a weak smile.

You accompany him to your entry and quickly kiss his cheek to avoid the eventuality of him kissing your lips. Llewyn is watching you from a distance, plopped down on your couch, a lit cigarette between his fingers, his legs spread in a nonchalent position.

You open your front door and tell Wilson goodbye.

"I'm sorry. I'll call you" you say before closing the door after him.

Your hand remains on the door knob and you sigh in despair, closing your eyes. You turn around and hurriedly join Llewyn in the living room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you" you retort standing in front of him.

He inhales the smoke and pulls the stick away from his mouth, extanding his arm to lay it over the back of the couch.

"I fucking hate your boyfriend" he says casually, smoke coming out of his mouth as he speaks.

You chuckle dryly, slightly astonished at his boldness.

"Yeah well I figured. You made him feel uncomfortable and you embarrassed me in front of him!" you shout crossing your arms, disappointed.

"Why do you even care? You don't love him" he declares sticking the cigarette between his lips while standing up in front of you.

Your gaze follows him as he does so, and your face drops.

"How could you say that?" you snap at him offended.

"It's so fucking obvious" he says as he turns away from you to exhale the smoke. "You don't like him touching you" he says raising his chin at you.

You hated just how right he was.

"Cut the bullshit Llewyn" you sigh pacing around the living room, a hand to your hip and the other one at your forehead, avoiding his heavy gaze.

"Want me to cut the bullshit with a fact? Your boyfriend is an asshole." he hisses as he walks to the table to pick up his unfinished glass of wine.

"And so are you! You're the one to talk? You're bold for that one" you scoff, not believing your ears. "You know what Llewyn? You should be happy for me. But you're so fucking selfish you don't even want to see people around you be satisfied with their lives" you blurt out speaking louder and louder gradually.

He sighs and chuckles. "You don't fucking get it don't you?" he asks rhetorically raising his eyebrows behind the curls falling over his forehead.

"I wish I could be happy for you but I can't." he says with a steady voice and a stern look on his face. "Why do you think I'm doing this and purposefully avoiding you constantly?" he asks rhetorically, his voice getting louder. He quickly finishes his glass and puts it back on the table with a loud sound.

"I am in love with you and I fucking hate it and it's another problem added to the long list of the misfortune that my fucking miserable life is!" he shouts pointing at you. "I can't be happy if you're with someone else. I can't be happy because I wish I could be that guy and I can't provide you what you deserve and you deserve so much better than what I have to offer you." he says before sticking his cigarette back between his lips. "So no, I'm sorry, but I can't be happy for you." he mumbles with his arms stretched out to the side, the cigarette boucing between his lips as he speaks.

You're baffled, and you don't know what to say. The atmosphere feels even heavier than before and you didn't even think it could be possible.

"What the hell are you even doing with that prick?" he continues. "Did this loser even make you cum once? No? Wouldn't be surprised"

"Llewyn just- just shut the fuck up." you sigh avoiding his gaze.

"This-"

"Shut the fuck up!" you yell cutting him off as soon as he opens his mouth, losing control. If you were calm before you just couldn't handle it anymore. "Leave" you say calmly this time, tears teasing your eyes. "I want you to leave. Get out. Get out of my flat"

He sees that you're dead serious about it and sighs before gathering his stuff and leaving without a word. Maybe he has gone too far. Once again.

---

Llewyn hesitates before knocking at your door. He knows that you certainly don't want to see him but he desperately needs to see you and fix the mess he's made. He has given you some time and some space but now he has to catch up with you.

Thankfully he didn't have to ring at your intercom, an old man was coming out of the building and held the door for him. He knew his mission would have been cut short if he rang.

It is late, and he sighs when he considers the possibility of you sleeping. He knocks nevertheless.

Your face jumps up from your book when you hear the firm knocks. What would anyone want from you at such an hour? It was probably one of your neighbors lacking something for dinner or any other kind of issue.

You walk to your entrance and open the door with a polite smile. That smile drops and you instantly become upset when you see Llewyn's face.

"Go away" you grunt as you close the door in a hurry.

The doorframe creaks under the force with which you slammed the door.

Llewyn sighs and closes his eyes after the sight of your door shut right in front of this face.

"Honey I-"

"Don't you fucking dare calling me names" you cut him off with a settled tone from the other side of the door.

He was ready to get on his knees and beg for you to forgive him.

"I'm not asking you to let me sleep here tonight." he mutters. "I just want to apologize" he says with a beaten expression he wishes you could see, but you can imagine it from the sound of his voice. You almost feel bad at this moment, and you roll your eyes in defeat when you make your mind.

You slowly open the door and do your best to look as annoyed as possible but he looks so miserable it makes you want to just welcome him into your arms and tell him that it's okay. That was the hold he had on you. You were still furious at him but he had the talent of making you feel weak anyways.

He steps in and you close the door behind him and follow him to your living room. He puts his stuff down on the floor and searches through his jeans pocket.

"I found this at Jean and Jim's place" he says handing you a picture.

You look up at him before glancing down at the photograph and taking it.

It's a picture of the both of you, you widely smiling at the camera, holding the several copies of Llewyn's album you had just bought, and Llewyn looking down at you and smiling at you endearingly. You had forgotten this picture existed, because Jean took it and you never heard about it ever again after that. You glance at the multiple 33 rpms still storaged on your shelf and you sigh as you hand him back the picture.

"Keep it." he says holding up one hand to stop you.

You sigh and bend to put the picture down on your coffee table.

"What do you want" you ask him plopping down on your couch, crossing your legs. You don't really know if you want to hear what he has to say.

"I want to apologize for the awful behavior you've witnessed two weeks ago" he says with a pinched smile. "And you're right, I should be happy for you"

"It doesn't matter anymore" you scoff cutting him off and getting up from the couch. "We broke up" you say walking to the kitchen as he follows you.

"Really? Fuck I'm sorry" he says behind you.

"You don't have to act like you are." you declare opening a cabinet and grabbing two glasses. "I'm not particularly sad about it. He was nice and caring but he was a shit eating fascist"

Llewyn snorts and nods in agreement. "So you dumped his ass?" he asks.

"No" you shake your head. "He did. He thinks I'm in love with you" you turn, giving him his glass. "He's right." you blurt out casually, walking past Llewyn to cross the kitchen and open another cabinet.

You grab your bottle of scotch and close the cabinet with your foot and open the bottle to pour the liquid in Llewyn's glass. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't know what to say.

You look up at him and chuckle. "You should see your face" you laugh before turning and filling your glass. You turn back at him and he's stuck making the same face, standing there like a deer caught in headlights. "Come on Llewyn" you say pushing your hands against the counter to lift your body and sit on it. "Don't act like it's shocking news" you chuckle before bringing the glass to your lips.

Llewyn remains there, his glass in hands and nothing to say. He takes a step forward and dips one of his hand in his jeans pocket and takes a sip of the scotch as if he suddenly regained consciousness.

"Are you really?" he questions swallowing the warm liquid.

"In love with you? I've been for the longest time" you affirm, not even scared to say it out loud anymore. There are things you have to come to terms with.

Llewyn lets out a dry laugh, turning his face away.

"Are you making fun of me?" you ask him in dismay.

He shakes his head looking at the floor. "Absolutely not love" he says looking back at you. "I'm making fun of myself" he says nodding and walking to you, placing himself in front of you. "For not kissing you fully every time I had the chance just because I thought you wouldn't want it." he says in a low voice, almost a whisper, looking up at you and putting down his glass next to you.

You weakly smile at him and also put your glass down. Your gaze remains on his face and a sudden urge occurs. Your hand settles on the side of his face and you gently caress his cheek with your thumb, an action you've been wanting to do for so long. To just hold him, to just touch him gently. He easily leans into your touch and looks up at you with desperate, aching eyes.

"Then why don't you catch up now?" you purr, offering him the first step.

A weird feeling expands through your body when his firm hands settle on your waist and he pulls you closer so your lips can finally meet. You asked for this but you can't help but gasp softly against his mouth when it's finally meeting yours.

The taste of his mouth feels lovely and you know you're going to get addicted to it.

You're on the edge of the counter, he's pressed between your thighs and your legs are caging him like you're going to lose him if you don't have him as close as possible to you. Your hands meet the back of his head to gently tug at the curls and his hands are roaming around your body like it's the last thing he's ever going to do.

He pulls away from your mouth and quickly reconnects his to your jaw, peppering gentle kisses there before going down to your neck. You can't help but softly moan when he kisses at one specific spot, and he lingers there when he hears that, gently biting on the skin.

You run your hand through the nest of curls and he comes back to your mouth, and you swear that the feeling of his tongue against yours is the loveliest thing you've ever experienced.

Your hand leaves his hair to gently cup his jaw, and you never expected his beard to be this soft.

You pull away for air and when he looks up at you with rosy cheeks and lips, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life doing this with him.

He laughs lightly and rests his forehead against your chest, softly breathing. You catch your breath and nuzzle his hair, laughing too. Your hands are resting on his shoulders and you close your eyes, realizing how all of that happened so fast.

His face shifts to your neck again, leaving small and delicate kisses, his beard lightly grazing against your skin.

"I'm so sorry for the asshole I've been" he mutters between kisses, as if it was part of the apology.

"You're a good kisser so you're excused" you chuckle softly as you watch him face you again.

He smiles at your compliment and cups your face, carefully tracing your features with his calloused hands.

"I want to be yours." he murmurs nodding, staring deep into your eyes he swore he could almost drown in.

"You can be mine" you whisper back at him, weakly smiling.

"Good."

He smiles and pulls you in for a gentle, lasting kiss.

He pulls away and grabs the glass of scotch he had almost forgotten about.

You stare at him drinking and softly chew on your lower lip.

"Llewyn?" you ask quietly.

"Mhh?" he hums, the glass leaving his pink tinted lips.

"I take back what I said. You can stay here tonight" you say softly grining.

He smiles and walks back to you.

"Awesome" he grunts putting down his glass, lifting you off the counter.

Your couch indeed gets busy that night.

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cuddles-with-dragons · 2 months

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Purge Trooper Squad 96: Explained in conversations/Incorrect quotes

AKA Hunter's side of the Switcheroo AU

Basically one giant spoiler for where my fic, Bridges, Blasters, Mud, and Blood is going.

Hunter: *tries not to get attached* Hunter: *gets attached anyway* Hunter: ...Fuck.

Hunter: Is stabbing someone immoral? Sev: Not if they consent to it. Scorch: Depends on who you're stabbing. Mayday: YES??!!?

Voltz: Ow! Hunter: What’s wrong? Voltz: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Hunter: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Scorch: Are you mad? Hunter: No. Scorch: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Scorch: I don't want to fight you! Hunter: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Hunter: Alright, listen up you little shits. Hunter: Not you Mayday. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Sev: ...So, you're a natborn? Voltz: Yes...? Sev: ...Why? Scorch: OH MY STARS Sev you can't just ask someone why they're a natborn!

*high-stakes situation* Voltz, driving up in a LAAT at the last second: Get in, losers.

Mayday: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Hunter: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Mayday: I- Mayday: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Voltz: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Voltz: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hunter: Wasn't Mayday with you? Mayday: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Voltz, trying to comfort Scorch: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Hunter: I am a responsible adult! Mayday: *raises brow* Hunter: I am an adult.

Hunter: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

Scorch: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Voltz? Voltz: Mayday, easily. Mayday, laughing: What the fuck, man. Voltz: Well, Hunter would be too easy. He'd probably be into it. Hunter, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Mayday: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so shitty and still look so good?

Hunter: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Voltz: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Mayday: I got distracted halfway through. Scorch: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Hunter: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Sev: That's because you're too short to do so. Hunter: ...Listen here you fucking—

#tbb hunter #commander mayday #rc scorch #rc sev #purge trooper #purge trooper voltz oc #tbb au #yes voltz is a natborn and wears glasses #his helmet is modified so that he isn't completely blind with it on

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mysterycharacterbracket · 10 months

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Round L2, Poll #20

Remember, this is the losers bracket. The winner of this poll will move on, and the loser will be revealed.

Character 20: reckless with a mask on. take the mask off and he suddenly becomes self-conscious of his actions

Character 178: at the beginning of the story, she was introduced as a authority-hating, troublemaking punk who was trying to find her place in the world. she butted heads with one of the other characters, but as the story progressed, they grew as people and developed a sibling-like relationship with each other :) throughout the story she dealt with many challenges, but ended up growing into a mature, responsible, and still very badass punk <3 she was even able to get her dad & somewhat kidnapper put in jail!! yay!!! also she punches things in a very cool way & has a girlfriend/wife who also is very badass <333

#mystery character bracket #polls #round L2 #batch L2.3

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hollow-indigo · 1 year

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deciding to go on a ramble about my interpretations of the splatoon agents

so if you don’t already know, all the agents identity/personality are based off of the kind of person I was when first getting each game. this will also include names for each agent (Captain 3 being an exception as their characters grows with me) (also note that any mention of capt 3 during splatoon 2 in the timeline just means when octo expansion happened)

Captain 3

Started as she/her in splat 1, grew to she/they in splat 2, is now as full fledged they/them by splat 3

Chose their enby name based off a joke nickname they made for themselves back when they were younger, Raine (pronounced rain). this is because they loved bomb rush and liked thinking that they were so badass, making all the bombs “rain from the sky”

went absolutely feral once ink storm came out

used to be very hyper in splat 1, grew a bit self conscious around splat 2 (before realizing enby identity), strives to be the “cool chill mystery guy” (but is still a hyper loser (affectionate) once they’re comfortable around you)

kinda had a crush on the octoling rivals (still does)

pansexual, but can’t flirt for shit and is awkward as hell

merciless in battle, but knows it’s all in good fun (more merciful when it comes to octarians. if stealth is an option, they will take it)

fan of dedf1sh

agent 4

hyper but doesn’t hide it

she/her

big lesbian

feral art kid. her style is the typical “anime obsessed middle schooler” art style, but it’s charming in a way.

used to not have a name but really liked flowers so her and marie went through like, a flower dictionary until they found sunflowers, and decided to go with sunny.

100% a dualie main

likes to joke around even in battle. 9 times out of ten, she’s the reason behind a cephalo-party (see what I did there?)

very feminine

likes horror games, but can’t stand playing them. needs to watch a play through otherwise she’ll explode the second a jumpscare happens

agent 8

she/they

named herself “Skye” once getting to the surface (Marie likes to joke about how them and Sunny were destined to meet)

learned the “art kid lifestyle” from Sunny, but is more shy about it

is honestly just more shy in general

admires Raine, but is honestly a bit scared of them-

lives with Sunny

Foil Flingza roller main

LOVES stargazing

if you thought Raine was awkward, double it, then triple it, and that’s how awkward Skye is.

questioning, but will say they’re bisexual if asked

likes watching horror game play throughs with sunny

prefers games like animal crossing

only knows dedf1sh from Raine’s fanboying, enjoys the music, but is more interested in how tf being “partially sanitized” works

wants to find a way to un-sanitize the metro octarians and visits often for research

Neo 3

They/them

demi romantic

octoling

named Indigo (because they like purple and their eyes are the double blue ones)

chill, but can get hyper if anything they’re interested in is mentioned

very prone to getting salty during matches (especially if on a losing streak)

silver aerospray main (reef slider my beloved)

tried using gold aerospray but hated using sprinklers so ditched it for silver

fucking LOVES dedf1sh

refuses to touch ranked matches

loves horror games and will play any of them

hates Mr.Grizz, but admires the fuzzy octoling’s drip.

wants to un-fuzzify the alterna octarians, but has no knowledge of science at all so they’re trying to find someone (with more knowledge) to help

yeah that’s about it for now. I might edit and update some things later. thanks for reading if you did.

#grape flavored ramblings #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #splatoon oc #splatoon agents

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my jaw? on the fucking FLOOR

DEAR GOD LUMI THAT FILL. I HAVE NO WORDS WHAT

oh but it was soooooo good!! literally went above and beyond anything i imagined when i sent the ask. i love that jihyos bad behavior was cumming all over nayeons clothes cause she was jealous over jeongyeon like it reminds me of when a dog chews up a shoe lsdkjflsk it's perfect!! and i reallyyyy liked the punishment + the make-up fucking + jiihyo wanting jeongyeon to see nayeon getting bred by her + THE MOMMY KINK.....just absolute 100/10 goodness right there

i also loved the little details, like jihyo knowing what she did was wrong so she was already kneeling when nayeon came home, and how she sniffed nayeon when she came back to make sure she was still hers, and how much nayeon still cared for jihyo like she cooked her steak just right even if she was still a little mad cause she doesnt want her puppy to go hungry :((( losers in love

and you introduced momo and sana and kitten!mina and jeongyeon!! thats fucking awesome!! i have questions if youre up to answering: are samo a couple so is mina their kitten? is jeongyeon actually trying to get with nayeon or is she just flirty like jihyo says? does jihyo actually try to become friends with jeongyeon or is she stil jealous and possessive? im just very excited abt it thats all, so feel free to answer or talk abt whatever u want!!

thanks for filling it, ur the best!!

-🐶

i'm so glad it you liked bc i really loved the request and i had to write it right away bc i won't have that much time in the next few days 🤕

doing that to nayeon's clothes was her silly way of delimiting her territory, and OF COURSE jihyo had to check nayeon's scent or else she would be actually angry if she caught any of jeongyeon's scent on her nayeon. she's a territorial puppy!!!!

so, yes, samo are a couple and mina is their kitten. the four of them (along with jeong) are nayeon's friends, but jeongyeon happens to work with nayeon and jihyo had always felt hatred towards jeongyeon because 1) jihyo is a shy puppy 2) jeongyeon is... too much around her friends, and when jihyo was still trying to adapt to nayeon and being nayeon's puppy, jeongyeon scared her (unintentionally!!!) with her extreme outgoing personality and 3) jihyo thinks jeongyeon is trying to steal nayeon from her, the fact that jeongyeon saw nayeon every day at work made it all even worse

and, well, that's not true at all. jeongyeon is just flirty and playful by nature, and jihyo is a jealous puppy. she despises jeongyeon, mostly because she's really insecure and she thinks nayeon might like someone as pretty and extroverted as jeongyeon rather than her (and the fact that jeongyeon is not a hybrid makes jihyo even more self conscious),,, her jealousy overall comes from the fear of being abandoned or replaced by someone else. unfortunately, nayeon still doesn't know that that's the reason why jihyo doesn't like jeong

i feel like yes, jihyo will try to befriend jeongyeon because she loves nayeon and that's all, even if she's insecure! nayeon deserves to see her trying

also it would be so funny if jihyo and jeongyeon ended up having a thing idk idk 🫣 if so let's make this g!p jeongyeon

and thank you again for the request, i'm so invested in this puppy hyo 🥹 and you're very perceptive of things, it's really gratifying to see your comments about the fills, i'm really glad 💕

#🐶 anon #asks #puppy!hyo #this is a permanent au by now #i'll tag it as puppy!hyo #not creative with names #im lame

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feuillesmortes · 1 year

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I posted 2,448 times in 2022

64 posts created (3%)

2,384 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cithaerons

@godsopenwound

@feuillesmortes

@givemearmstopraywith

@primaveravenus

I tagged 2,215 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#quotes - 304 posts

#art - 204 posts

#the heart is also the cemetery - 130 posts

#every story needs its pound of flesh - 92 posts

#essays and criticism - 92 posts

#'love! that red disease' - 89 posts

#compilation - 82 posts

#aesthetics - 77 posts

#to read - 70 posts

#poetry - 68 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#'as i was self-aggrandising and egocentric i saw brief glimpses of self-awareness'

My Top Posts in 2022:

— Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser” | Time is a Mother

[Text ID: “No, not beauty—but you & I outliving it.” End ID]

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— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway’s Party; “A Summing Up” (1925)

[Text ID: “Now the tree, denuded of its gilt and majesty, seemed to supply her with an answer; became a field tree—the only one in a marsh. She had often seen it; seen the red-flushed clouds between its branches, or the moon split up, darting irregular flashes of silver. But what answer? Well that the soul—for she was conscious of a movement in her of some creature beating its way about her and trying to escape which momentarily she called the soul—is by nature unmated, a widow bird; a bird perched aloof on that tree.” End ID]

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— Mark Doty, Lament-Heaven (1993)

[Text ID: “isn’t everything so shadowed / by its own brevity / we can barely tell the thing / from its elegy? Strip something / of its mortality, and how do you know / what’s left to see?” end ID]

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— Anne Carson, “The Truth about God”; Glass, Irony and God

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My #1 post of 2022

— Jean-Luc Nancy, Noli me tangere: On the Raising of the Body (tr. Sarah Clift, Pascale-Anne Brault, and Michael Naas)

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#finally.... a good wrapped #tumblr wrapped 2022

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kart0 · 2 years

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meds update plus rant: day 20

almost 3 weeks guys ! I'm doing it !! I need to schedule an appointment cuz I only have 10 pills left oof

hmm...folks, not gonna lie... these few days have been tough.. I started becoming more and more frustrated cuz I felt like they weren't working ( days 16-18 ) and my mom also asked me a few days ago "so... Dani... have you been feeling better ?" in which I replied "nope" and she asked "do you feel any different at all ?" and also again "nope"

btw it's not PMS lmao I swear

and then I got even more upset that, maybe I might just be undiagnosed with adhd ? cuz I'm still struggling with doing tasks, procrastinating, forgetting stuff, getting overwhelmed easily, getting angry easily. I had to change my bed sheets and I really started crying. I am so tired.. and it's hard to change the sheets cuz of my mattress and the shape of my bed and also I have to fold and put the comforter a certain way and its not exactly a simple and fast task and it can mess up the sheets and make everything look and feel wonky and... like fr I am not exaggerating... and then also I just. started going on a spiral yet again :(

I feel so insecure and I just wanna cry all the time. because I'm so tired. I keep forgetting or procrastinating to fix my sleep schedule. it's 2am rn...

I feel horrible with my appearance, I hate my face and my body, I hate everything about how I look. and I feel very ugly all the time, I'm too self conscious and too self aware of my surroundings and I can't never relax... don't slouch, don't show your teeth when speaking or smiling, don't move your head too much, don't touch your hair, don't stand this way it makes you look weird. I'm exhausted, why can't I just accept how I look...

I feel dumb, and untalented. I feel lazy, and stupid, because I keep seeing people around me succeed and I can never do that. yes I am fucking envious of people. no I do not wish them bad things but all I can think about is.. that could've been me if I had tried harder. if I had tried enough. if I forced myself to do it.

and it's taking such a toll on me rn I feel stupid and dumb and lime a failure.

I'm frustrated cuz I can't improve my artstyle either, nor my poses or composition. my art is so repetitive and unoriginal, and uncreative. predictable. forgettable.

boring.

n also, no one fucking interacts with me on twitter and I don't blame them cuz I never post art, not interact with them, and all I ever do is cry and vent like a fucking loser. who wants to read this shit anyways. but what makes it worse is that I'm currently at my peak, I have never had this much followers ever. and I know it doesn't mean worth but I can't seem to change this mindset

which makes me feel like such an imposter... how can I have this many followers when I don't post shit. when my art is shit. when I am a shit person. why are they following me, I don't deserve anything. and now it's even more pressure I want them to be happy I want them to not see how much of a loser I really am.

and I just. I don't know. I could do such great things. I know I have the talent. I know I am smart. but why can't I just be better, use my time more wisely, and improve myself. I am such a waste. that's how I feel most of the time, I'm wasting myself, wasting my time, my parents money. I'm so tired of being stupid and not doing what I have to do just cuz I don't want to do it.

it's a bad bad bad day and week. I guess this is the confirmation that the meds aren't working, or haven't started working yet. I just want to die

#me #update #rant #antidepressants

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witchoflegends · 2 years

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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

@infernalrampage: Bill and Bev

1. Bill is incapable of loving another woman. He fell in love at such a young age that she’s the only woman he could love. That’s not to say he won’t be happy for her if she’s with someone else, because he will be. Overall, he just wants her to be happy, and will fight for her to have that happiness. Regardless of who it’s with.

2. Bill is incredibly self-conscious of his stutter. Especially as a kid and when he first gets it back as an adult. Yet Bev finds it adorable. She also lets him work through what he’s trying to say without forcing him or getting him to get to the point.

3. Bill always put some kind of small homage/easter egg to the Losers in his books after he gets his memories back, but there were always homages to Bev. Even when he didn’t remember her or anything about Derry, he still had little pieces in his books that made him think about her. If there wasn’t anything in terms of personality or writing, then at least one character would have red hair.

4. They are always the first to call each other out on their bullshit. If one of them is being stupid or ridiculous, the other will not hesitate to point it out. They’re both super honest and real with each other. Making Bill feel like he can tell her just about anything.

#ooc #infernalrampage #headcanon: bill denbrough

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years

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hellooo, i’ve never tried this before but i would like to have a matchup as well \o/ i really like your blog and this is my first ask (also english is not my first language— so sorry if i make anything wrong

i’m an intp-t and my hobbies mainly include reading and playing games, i’m bisexual and use she/him pronouns!! i also have hardcore depression anxiety and adhd lmao :,) i’m unintentionally sarcastic which might come as rude to some, that’s ironic considering that most people see me as very trustworthy since i have a tendency to try to help everyone around me as much as i can. besides my two roommates i also have a cat who i love very much :,)

when i was younger i used to be more sociable and honest but through the years and after certain events i developed hard trust and commitment issues(which makes kinda hard for me to maintain a relationship but i’m trying my best!!); now that i’m older i’ve turned into someone very closed up, nowadays i pretty much have only two real friends(even if im invited to uni parties often help). im a medicine student and my main goal is to become a forensic psychiatrist in the future, tbh i had a golden child syndrome and seek academic validation constantly(talk about being a high achiever) lol this kinda makes it hard for me to let go of “control” of stuff and lowkey a workaholic, being stubborn as well is not a great addition. i’m pretty self conscious towards my looks and personality but try my best to not let it show, that comes from my family/“friends” from high school making fun of me bc of my freckles and many scars.

i can play the piano, speak 3 languages and have a waaay younger brother who i used to be a mother figure for, even if we lost contact after some time due to my complicated status with family. i can be very competitive and sort of a sore loser hahaha, however i really admire people that are better than me at something and try to learn with them(so i can surpass them /hj). even if i have a hard time relaxing i can be very outgoing with the ones that i trust(my only two besties lmao) almost becoming a whole different person, i love to make them laugh and make sure that they are healthy :))

welp, i don’t know what else to say but again i really like your blog and thank you for sticking around w the fandom <3

I match you with...

Jumin!

You're somebody that's gone through a lot of things through life but you don't let it bring you down. You know that there are things that have to be done and you don't hesitate to do them. You know that it's going to be for the better if you do what has to be done, even if it feels like you're overwhelmed. You have struggled and fought to be where you are in life and you know that tomorrow is going to be better than yesterday because all the hard work you're putting in now. Even if it's hard to see it on the surface, you want to believe that there is something good common next.

That's why somebody like you goes perfectly with Jumin. You both share a lot of the same issues but you deal with it in different ways these different ways are confounding and confusing to the other but that does not mean that you are not able to make a lasting bond out of it. It's simply means that you get to see that there's another side to the way that you deal with your emotions and that if you allow yourself to trust in others, you can feel a lot better. The two of you together are able to work through so much and you're for the better for it. Not just for your relationship but for your personal strength. Since you're going to be butting heads, it means that you challenge each other in a way that opens up the door to grow.

#anon #ask #mod kait #matchup

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white-pearls · 2 years

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Dopamine 18+

Sakuatsu + Bokuaka

Master list || Chapter 2|| Minors do NOT interact

Nobody is perfect everyone has their flaws. What happens when Atsumu who has one of the biggest rumors at school revolving around him and Sakusa who has a secret he can’t tell anyone. While Akaashi a boy who cares so much about his image but has someone trying to dig up a dirty secret about him falls in love with a boy who seems so far of reach.

TW: drugs, underage drinking, needles, blood, fighting, language, violence, rape?, mentions of being molested, mentions of abuse, ect.

Chapter 3

"Eyo, heard there is a party at Aran" a guy from the football team yells. That was todays gossip around the school. A party being held at one of the most loved players house. Apparently his parents had gone out for a business trip for the week meaning he had all the freedom a teen could ever want.

Atsumu leans back in his chair pleased from what he had just heard. Aran was a man who held the best parties in the school and he was definitely not going to miss out.

"Yer coming to the party?" Atsumu says turning his attention to Akaashi who was busy writing notes.

"Please Atsumu you know I can't do that when I'm trying to keep up with my work. Why don't you actually try doing your anatomy work instead of partying. " The boy said.

"Please I can't go alone!" The blond protest. Not like he was going to be alone entirely. Suna also went to the party's to do business or to pick up girls. But Atsumu needed someone he could rely on to look out for him. Last time Suna left him blacked out in a strangers bathtub. It was the awkwardest day of his life trying to get out of the house.

"What if I get hurt? In trouble? Or even worst molested." Atsumu pouts. Still his friend did not budge. He was dead set on not attending. Party's weren't Akaashi's thing. He didn't like the idea of sweaty drunk people around him.

"It will make you look great! A boy with the best grades and socializes with his fellow peers." Atsumu said knowing how to get him to come. "You'll be recognized greatly that you'll earn scholarships for being the best."

He watched his friend contemplate what he had just said. Akaashi did anything to look good. He had this weird thing where he lived to make his image look great. Maybe he was self conscious?

The boy fiddled with his fingers for a bit before exhaling heavily giving in.

"Fine, but you better not make me regret this."

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"Atsumu did ya bring the alcohol?" Aran yells as the blond enters the house.

"Ya bet, I even brought Suna if you guys want to get really fucked up." Atsumu spreads his arms out greeting his friend.

Suna waved as he sat down with his black bag next to him. The party had already gotten started. It wasn't too crowded yet. People where already drinking and dancing. Chatting with old friends and starting beef. Loud music played in the background making people get hyped.

Akaashi sat next to Suna due to the fact that this was his first party. He didn't know how to act or look without being seen as a loser. He laid back for a bit watching Atsumu disappear in the crowed. He felt anxious being in such a place. The music played loudly and people where yelling. This was definitely not a place for him. He should of been home studying. Actually doing something productive. Not babysitting his friend who can't control their alcohol. It was too late now, he was already here he might as well make it worth coming.

Standing up he went to pour himself a drink in a red cup. He wasn't much of a drinker but he couldn't just sit down and be bored the whole time. It might help him loosen up a bit.

At least he hoped.

"Let's get this shit started!" Atsumu yelled as they poured juice, alcohol, candy and sugar in a barrel. Other members of the football team helped creat the drink. Was it really going to be a high school part without this drink?

As they finished Atsumu grabbed a cup and chugged it down feeling a sense of energy serge through him. He watched how girls began dancing around him. One brunette dancing on him. He grabbed onto her waist and started dancing with her as he drank. He felt as her ass pressed onto his groin. Moving to the beat of the music. She wore a short dress that would go up every time she moved her ass. At some point Atsumu could see her undergarments. Not like he cared though. He was kind enough to help keep it down time by time.

"I see you," suna said as he walked passed him with the same girl he had at his house last night. Atsumu gave him a wide smile and continued having fun.

Suddenly he felt another girl grab onto him. She reached for his face to give him a kiss. What he didn't know was that she had alcohol in her mouth. She passed it down to him as their lips connected catching the blonde off guard. He looked at her bewildered.

"Your a freaky one huh?" He said as he grabbed her. Leaving the other girl alone. He looked deep into her eyes seeing she was already drunk. Her blonde hair in a high ponytail. She wore a green tight dress and a sly smirk on her face making Atsumu want to act up. He grabbed her wrist putting her hand on his chest. While his other hand grabbed her by the waist. They danced to the song Dark Red by Steve Lacy. Getting more and more intoxicated by the minute. He caressed her cheek as he leans in for a kiss. A kiss that lasted a few second. Her lips where so soft. She smelled so sweet that Atsumu's kissed her neck to get a closer smell of whatever she was wearing.

"Arnt ya from the cheerleading squad?" Atsumu said trying to make conversation.

"Yea I am, what about it?" She giggled.

"Nun I just couldn't believe such a gorgeous girl is dancing with me." Atsumu kissed her again slowly.

"How about we go into one of those rooms?" She asks as she puts two fingers on Atsumu's chest. Slowly rubbing them up and down to his groin area.

Atsumu smiles as he grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot. He proceeded to then take it down in one go.

"Take the lead," Atsumu said as she grabbed him.

But before he could make it out of the kitchen he felt someone tug on his sleeve. He turns around to see Hinata standing there. Quickly snatching his arm from the girl. He turned his full attention on Hinata.

"Hey Hinata I didn't know you where going to be here, what ya looking for?" Atsumu asks putting his arm on the table next to them.

"Ah I was wondering if you seen Kageyama, he said he was coming." Hinata said looking around.

Atsumu looked at him up and down wondering if this boy was playing games. He was sure that he made it clear that he had a crush on Hinata. Either he was playing hard to get or he was actually dense.

"I haven't but if ya like we can sit together so you won't be alone." Atsumu said acting as if he didn't care. Being honest he didn't know how this Kageyama guy looked like.

"Of course we can, let's sit at the couch. Are you drunk yet?" Hinata asks as he begins walking sliping through the crowed.

"I'm getting there but not quite yet," Atsumu says trying to keep up with the the smaller one. Eventually they made it to the sofa where Akaashi sat scrolling on his phone. The two friends made eye contact.

Akaashi with disbelief and disappointment in his face. While Atsumu winked at him.

"How have you been? Sorry we haven't spoken so much. Ever since we parted ways we stopped talking." Hinata says as he looks around for something.

Akaashi takes notice of the bizarre behavior. He debates if he should join in the conversation but he knows Atsumu will be mad later. Instead he gets up to look for a new location to rest.

Walking around for a bit he notices people watching him. Might be due to the fact that it was their first time seeing him at a party. Quickly he moves outside with a feeling of relief seeing empty chairs at a bon fire. The other people around it where high or passed out which was no problem at all.

Taking a seat he relaxed feeling the warmth hit him. Hearing the fire crackle softly. Hopefully nothing ruined this peace right now.

"Akaashi? I didn't think you would be here, how ya feeling?" Akaashi was startled by the sudden loud voice.

Behind him was Bokuto wearing his varsity jacket. He was shocked to see him here but he shouldn't be surprised at all. Why wouldn't he be at a party hosted by his fellow teammate.

"I came with a friend and I'm feeling a lot better, just a bit chilly so I sat here." Akaashi smiled at him nervously.

Bokuto chuckled removing his jacket and putting it over Akaashi. The small boys face flushed red. Luckily the night hid it pretty well.

"If you ever need anything come to me okay? I'll come back in a few to check on you." Bokuto says ruffling Akaashi's hair.

'Thank you' he mumbled. As he crossed his arm.

"I know you saw that Kate," a girl said as she crossed her arms. She had just witness Bokuto give out his Varsity jacket like that. How ridiculous was that? Who even is he? Are they just friends?

"Yea Sabrina. I'm guessing your not going to try to get Bokuto tonight huh?" Kate says looking at her friend who would not look away from the boy at the bon fire.

"He's known as one of the schools best honor students, he's a well behaved student in general. Already got accepted to a few colleges and from what I know he's pretty well off financially. His mother has a pretty big check from working as a nurse. I see why Bokuto would have his eyes on him." Kate continues.

"So he’s basically the perfect child no? We will see about that. Everyone has a deep secret no? I'll make sure to find his. I’m going to ruin his reputation." Sabrina took a sip from her drink as she walked away laughing.

Sabrina was a troubled child. Very spoiled since she was born and was the one who started all the rumors at the school. She had dirt on everyone using it to her advantage. And this was not going to be an exception. She was known to bring anyone Bokuto talked to down. To make him rethink about who he really was talking to.

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