#bestie it’s not working <3 please stop trying i don’t want to deal with these fucking dreams again

[florestmoon]

Glimpse Of Us.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!reader

Summary: Eddie was left reeling after a sudden fall out between you two, and he can’t help but search for you in everything.

Contents/Warnings: angst angst angst. Friends to strangers. Tinnnny comfort in the end. Small hints at Eddies past. Flashbacks. Arguments. Unresolved feelings. Because when do I never.

A/N: to the besties who are waiting for me to post the fluffy part 5 of my slow burn, please look away, I’m sorry! I’m a victim too </3 I saw an edit to this joji song and I couldn’t sleep until I wrote this with that song and Scott Street outro replaying in my ears. Scream at me, enjoy or don’t <333

Eddie was use to losing people in his life. He watched his father pack his bags, leaving no note or even cash to make up for his pathetic attempts at the ‘dad’ title the first 9 years of Eddie’s life.

He saw his own mother give up on her facade of being a parent shortly after, who decided that being a solo traveler was much more appearing than caring for her own child. Leaving her son to her brother to look be looked after as she hitchhiked the first chance she got.

He saw his own mother give up on her facade of being a parent shortly after, who decided that being a solo traveler was much more appearing than caring for her own child. Leaving her son to her brother to look be looked after as she hitchhiked the first chance she got.

He expected it from Uncle Wayne, the numbness setting in after seeing the only two people who were suppose to love and protect you discard him. He constantly waited for the day the old man decides to kick him to curb. Especially with the way he would come home with angry letters from teachers or being escorted by Chief of Police Jim Hopper for his drug deals. Yet it never came.

At least not yet. The small voice that resembled his fathers constantly whispered into the back of his mind.

He still felt that he was prepared for anything, any disappointments or losses in his life because that’s just how things were for people like him.

It was engrained in him, the sentence that states ‘Eddie Munson was not someone people want to stick with’.

He would be able to handle anything thrown his way.

But fuck, had he desperately prayed every night since the moment he met you his junior year— for that curse of his to not imply to you too.

Tired eyes scan over the multiple heads that filled the small cafeteria, over different questionable hair dos and blotchy dyed colors, searching and searching until he finally found what he was looking for.

You sat on the opposite end of the room, chewing on the end of a pencil as you nodded along to whatever a friend of yours was saying. The corner of your mouth turning as they talk, bright eyes widening as they came to a climax of their story and you covered your mouth as you both burst out into a fit of laughter.

The sight of you doubling over, holding your friends arm and squeezing your eyes shut as you laughed has him forcing to look away as the ache in his chest grew larger.

“Eddie, make sure you don’t put any sprinkles on my sundae!” You whisper harshly, leaning over his kitchen counter as he concentrates on carefully scooping ice cream into your bowl. He grabs a bottle of strawberry syrup the same moment you ask for it, shushing you.

“Be quiet, heathen.” he scolds, trying to be quiet himself, as you began to giggle, eyes red from the half smoke blunt forgotten on the living room table. “Wayne is going to kill us if he wakes up.”

“I thought he was working tonight?.” You both pause and stare at each other. He blinks as he remembers that Wayne had left a few hours prior.

“Then why are we whispering?”

“I was whispering because you were whispering.” You answer back, voice continuing to stay low.

“Then stop whispering.”

“Only if you stop whispering.”

“Why should I stop whispering first?”

“I don’t know, this is your trailer.”

“That’s stupid” he retorts, feeling a smile spread across his face.

“You’re stupid.” You giggling began again, eyes squeezing shut as you hid your face into your hands. Amused by your ridiculous comeback, he rolls his eyes and grabs your bowl and hands it to you, enjoying hearing your laugh fill the silence of his home.

He shuts down the memory as quickly as it came.

That didn’t stop him from imagining the sound of your laugh, clear in his ears despite the loud chatter of his club members around him.

Anger sizzling beneath him as he stabs his fork into his food.

It’s been a month since you spoke to him, since your voice was directed at him and he didn’t have to strain to catch glimpses of it in your classes together.

A month since an argument had broke out between you two after days of tension that he never fully understood.

He felt angry, disappointed that you turned out exactly like the rest. That you were able to exit his life the way his parents did or the way everyone else who he’s had the displeasure to let in his life.

He always directed that anger to hate. It made things easier for him, made it so he was able to deal with lifes disappointments.

Yet, despite all the harsh words thrown at each other that fateful night and his disbelief at you deciding to drop the friendship—as though you both didn’t spend years by each other side— he can’t bring himself to hate you one bit.

He hated what you did. Hates that you barely gave a reasonable explanation for the cold shoulder. Hates that he spend many nights reliving very single moment leading up the argument, trying to find something he missed. Something that gave him a hint of your detachment.

He hates that he can’t stop thinking about you despite how easy it is for you to forget about him.

But he could never hate you.

That anger was simply a barrier from everything else that was waiting to drown him.

Giggling next to him draws his attention to Chrissy, on the seat you use to occupy. He ignores the disappointment he feels every time he sees her sitting there instead of you.

She was holding his hand under the table, pushing at a ring on the pointer finger and twirling it around the digit. He refrains himself from pulling away, the action only pushing more memories of you to pile on top him.

You use to love playing with his rings, always complimenting new ones his uncle gifted him, going as far to find antique ones at thrift stores you often visited. The gentleness of your touch whenever you would pull them off and slide them on yours felt like a ghost that wouldn’t stop haunting him.

“Keep that one.” He said as he watches you hold your hand out and wiggle your fingers happily. The sight of one of his favorite rings decorating your finger stirs something in him. You perk up and turn your head towards him, smiling brightly.

“Eddie?” He snaps out of the memory. He looks at Chrissy who was staring at him expectantly.

“Huh?” He clears his throat and tilts his head at her, throwing an apologetic smile and she only smiles softly in return.

“I was saying if you wanted to go to the movies tonight. ” She says, reaching over to brush a curl from in front of his eye. The act affectionate as she shyly smiles, yet he can’t bring himself to feel anything from it.

“Sure, what movie should we see?” He asks, looking back down at his food.

“That sequel to Nightmare on Elm street just came out last week.” She chirps. “I heard it’s really good.”

“Freddy’s Revenge?” You gasp, staring at the newspaper clipping that Wayne left out that morning. You turn the small black and white ad towards Eddie, shoving it closer to his face. “We need to see that opening night!”

“A sequel already?” He scoffs, glancing at the ad as he shrugs on his jacket. You pull your leg close to your chest as you sat on his bed, his hoodie pulled over your head, hiding the mess of a hair you woke up with, as you pull the newspaper back and continue glancing at the other movie ads for the upcoming months. “Don’t they realize they can never live up to the original, really, how are they going to beat Johnny Depp in a crop top.”

“Valid point eds..” you bite your lip smiling and he stares at it. “Still! I’m sure it’ll still be entertaining. It’ll be fun to see teens our age be murdered by large razor blades”

You making a clawing motion with your hand and Eddie laughs, plopping himself beside you on the bed. “You are one sick individual darling,” he muses, pulling on the hood and you groan, covering your head. “This is why I adore you.”

He wills himself to not glance towards you again, instead looking at Chrissy with an tight smile. “I’m in.”

He drops Chrissy off after the movies. She turned around towards him once she unlocks her front door, waving at him.

For a split second, he sees you, sticking your tongue out at him the way you did every time he waited for you to get inside safely.

“drive safe idiot!” echoing in the back of his mind as he makes the drive back to his trailer. Knuckles gripping onto the steering wheel tightly as he tries to not focus on the fact that he was driving by the street that led to your home.

He pushes harder on the gas, speeding down the road as he reaches out and increases the volume on his stereo, the heavy guitar solo booming around him distracting him from the lump in his throat.

He didn’t care. Eddie didn’t care that despite your lockers being so close together, you still managed to act like you didn’t notice his presence between classes.

“I love Black Sabbath.”

Eddie pulls himself away from his search of a certain sheet of homework, the mess in his locker worse than he originally thought. He turns to see you, nervous expression and a shy smile. Your fingers holding onto the handle of your own locker, just 3 away from his.

“What?” He finds himself asking stupidly, unable to process that you were talking to him.

“Um, your sticker..” you nod towards his locker door, the black and purple letters of Master Of Reality bringing him back to reality.

“Oh! Oh uh, yeah,” he laughs, rubbing his neck and glances at you, the prospect of you listening to it has him bubbling with excitement. “Yeah they’re fucking great. One of my favorite bands actually.”

“I think Heaven and Hell is their best album,” you say, your posture relaxing as you pull your locker door open. “in my opinion.”

“Hmmm I don’t know..” he crosses his arm, leaning his shoulder on the lockers between you two. He clicks his tongue as he regards you. “It’s hard to beat Paranoid. The guitar solo in Iron Man was a spiritual experience in itself man.”

You huff. “Come on, over the Walk Away? You’re insane.”

He cant keep down the grin that grows, his nervous habit of pulling on his curls over his mouth itching at him. Your playful gaze has him glad that he didn’t decide to ditch school that morning. “Maybe I am.”

He watches you let out a short laugh, shaking your head amused as you close the locker and turn towards him.

You smile up at him for the first time. And he can’t help but think how pretty it was.

Your expression stays neutral, giving nothing away to his small glances as you seem to be grabbing your gym shorts.

He frowns at this, your act of pretending like he wasn’t just two feet away from you.

He did not care.

He didn’t care for the way his hands begin to feel clammy as long seconds went by. Or how the stickers from his junior year were covered with a few pictures of you and him together. Happy smiles tormenting him.

He still hasn’t taken them down. He wondered if the inside of your locker door was any different.

Shit.

His body begins to move before he could stop himself, opening his mouth to say anything that could make you look his way for once. But Chrissy pops up in front of him, your locker slamming shut as you walk away at the same moment.

“Hey!” She kisses him on the cheek. He focused his attention on her instead of your retreating figure, pushing down his annoyance. “ Becky’s throwing a party this weekend, and she really wants me to be there.” She says, slipping her hands into his. “We should go.”

He couldn’t remember which cheerleader this Becky was, whether it was the short brunette that usually stuck by Chrissy’s side, or the other blonde that threw glare his ways every time he was around. The ones you and him would make fun for their preppy attitudes.

He doesn’t really care, only being hit with the small fact that this means he’s going he surrounded by Chrissy’s own circle of friends.

“You sure you want me to tag along?” He half jokes, regarding her with an amused expression. “Hawkins Freak at one of your parties isn’t exactly ideal for any of your friends.”

Hawkin’s Freak and favorite cheerleader, now isn’t that the most ironic shit I’ve ever heard. You had gritted through your teeth. Maybe now you can be accepted into the popular crowd, congratulations Eddie.

He ignores the way his stomach drops, the memory of the venom in your voice, directed at him, is pushed away, keeping his gaze on Chrissy as she shrugs. “I don’t care about that. I think it’ll be really fun.”

“Okay.” He says, hoping the tension in his voice isn’t easy to pick out. “Sure. Sounds like a great idea.”

“Are sure this is a great idea?” You nervously laugh as he continues to spin your in circles on the rusty swing. The chains above your head twisting into each other, beginning to tighten and creaks as it becomes harder for him to spin you.

“When have my ideas never been great?” He muses, gripping onto the sides of the seat as he pulls you close, leveling his face with yours as he grins. You narrow your eyes when he pushes your beanie down. Gloved fingers gripping onto the chains in fear.

“Um, every freaking tim- wait! Wait!” You shout as he lets go and the swing starts spinning uncontrollably. He grimaces once he notices how fast it was going, and the way the metal poles holding up the contraption was beginning to sway.

“Shit-“ he realizes his mistake.

One thing lead to another, the rusty chains gave away and he has a split second to throw himself forward, catching you before you can fully splat on the snowy ground.

“Fuck,” he breaths out, basically pinning you down against the ground, holding the back of your head from touching cold ice. Your eyes squeezed shut as you groan. “Shit- I’m sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay? “

“Oh yeah,” you grumble, finally opening your eyes and gazing up at him, holding down a smile. “I definitely didn’t just break my tail bone.”

He snorts, earning your weak attempt at a glare before you both burst into fits of giggles. You lean your head back and he stares at you.

Some snowflakes were kissing the tips of your eyelashes and cheeks, and he finds himself feeling jealous.

He was drunk.

Pop music blasts into his eardrums. The high pitch voice of whoever was singing scratching at his brain and pushing a headache to begin to form beneath his temple.

The fruit punch in his cup, mixed with probably many different liquors, sloshes in his cup as he pushes himself into the tiny kitchen. He couldn’t bring himself to care when he bumped into someone, their curses towards him falling deaf to his ears as he focused on the thrum under his skin.

He sighs as he leans against the counter, rubbing his face as he tries to not focus too much on the headache. The pit in his stomach only worsening how he felt.

He had caught a glimpse of you during the party.

He was leaning against the wall near the front door, watching with no interest as many drunk teenagers dance and grind against each other, when the door opened and shut close.

He didn’t look at first, expecting it to be a pregame drunk jock waltzing his way in, until he felt someone bump into him. A small “oh sorry about that.” reaching his ears, your voice processing as he turned quickly the same time you looked up.

Your eyes softened for a brief second, striking Eddie with hope that maybe you were going to finally talk to him, but then the contact was broken. Your eyes looking off to the side as you’re pulled away from the person he recognized from lunch periods, who you sat with instead of him.

Their arms wrapped around your shoulders, the gesture, the closeness between you two, was enough to break everything inside him.

He takes another swing of the alcohol in the cup, hoping the burn in his throat is enough to distract the one in his chest. Cup thrown aside, he enjoys the tingle that erupts through his body, slightly slaying as he tries to focus on the feeling.

It felt good. He felt good, no longer feeling the threat of sadness to wash over him like it has been since he could remember. Maybe being drunk will be enough for the sorrow etched deep into his chest to be ignored.

Eddie Munson was great at dealing with loss.

“You okay Eds?” Chrissy voice suddenly pops up from beside him, and all his efforts come crashing down. He squeezes his eyes shut at the nickname.

God, the way you use to call him that all the time. It was such a simple and unoriginal one that anyone would call him, but he only ever loved hearing it come from you.

When you would say it excitedly when you would have a lucky roll during his dnd campaigns, or he brought you your favorite coffee and donuts before school. When you would say it in an annoyed tone anytime he pushed your buttons.

Or when you use to quietly say it during your phone calls late at night, as he was reading to you one of the books you both borrowed from the library.

goodnight eds

“Yeah.” He strains, opening his eyes and leaning his head back towards the ceiling. He wasn’t sure if he could handle his thoughts anymore. “Perfectly fine. Whoever made this punch knows how to put a fucking drink together.”

Hands cup his cheeks and she pulls his attention from a spot on the beige wall, towards her. Eddie’s breath hitching at the small gesture.

“Come on” you giggle, squeezing his cheeks between your palms as you lean in, blowing gently into his eye. The blush that nearly painted his cheeks pushed down as he focused on the burn. “It’s just an eyelash, you big baby.”

He grimaces, as she switches her gaze between his eyes. Searching for something. A part of him was afraid she’ll find all the hidden memories that wouldn’t let him sleep at night.

“I think you drank too much.” She conjures, biting her bottom lip and pulling away slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay Eddie?”

“I’m fine.” He says, imagining your eyes to be the one staring into him. “Perfectly fine. Peachy.”

She nods, a bit hesitant before leaning and kissing him softly. He tried to melt into. Enjoy the feeling in a way anyone else in Hawkins would have dreamed of with Chrissy Cunningham, but he can’t feel anything.

He hasn’t felt anything since you left him.

Were you also kissing someone else? That person that wrapped theirs arms around you, like you belonged to them.

He jolts back, pulling away from the kiss and breaths out. “I can’t..I’m sorry, shit, I can’t do this.”

Chrissy looks taken aback, and Eddie feels everything start to close in on him. His heart beats rapidly as he stumbles his way out of the kitchen, pushing past bodies as he tries to find his footing down a narrow hallway.

He throws himself inside the first open door he sees, a dull bathroom greeting him as he slams the door close.

“Fuck,” he hisses, gripping onto the edge of the sink as he leans his body forward. He could still feel the vibration of the speakers through the door, as one song transitions to another.

Welcome to your life..

It all hits him. The barrier inside him breaks and he finds himself struggling to breath properly. The sorrow, confusion, and heartbreak washing over him like waves, drowning him as the tears finally stain his cheeks.

“Please..” his voice breaks, holding onto your arm as you try to pull away. The Tear for Fear album playing softly in the background, his van door thrown open as you had stormed out. Your eyes angry from the sudden argument that spiraled out of control.

“I said I was sorry..I..I really don’t understand why you’re acting like this right now y/n.” He tries, gripping onto your wrist. His heart beating fast, hands shaking as he tells himself all the words that you threw him moments before didn’t mean anything. That you weren’t actually considering ending your friendship.

“At least tell me you didn’t mean what you said? All that..mean shit you just threw at me right now. You don’t mean any of that do you?”

You’re not looking at him, only making him feel worse. “Eddie, please let go..”

“No.” He grits out, feeling on verge of breaking apart. He knew that if he let go, it was going to be official. “You can’t just..for fuck sake y/n. Don’t do this. Please, let’s talk about this-“

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore, Eddie.” You finally turn towards him, your expression unreadable. His grip loosening as he takes it all in. “Okay? I need you to leave me alone.”

A sob tears out of his throat, shoulders shaking as he cries in the empty bathroom. His anger dissolving into pure heartbreak as he slumps down onto the floor. Ringed fingers covering his face as wishes he would have tried harder, push against your stubbornness, figure out why things ended.

Eddie couldn’t handle losing you.

There was less people once he finally managed to calm himself down enough to be able to walk on his own towards the front door.

Cold air is a relief against his face, hands struggling to pull out his keys from his back pocket. He stumbles a bit, cursing as he tries to remember where he parked.

It takes him a few minutes to remember he parked down the road, swaying here and there down the side walk until he finally sees the unmistaken ugly brown color of his van.

He stops when he sees you sitting on the curb besides it.

You look up and smile weakly, wrapping your arms tighter against yourself.

He feels a warmth return and spread through his body as you finally speak to him for the first time in a month, his name sounding angelic coming from your lips.

“Hi Eds.”

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[imdoingsortagay]

Can you please write Agatha x female reader who has been having terrible migraines and nothing works except for sleep and Agatha using her magic to sooth reader's brain?

Migraines and Magic

Warnings: Mentions of her coven ( brief), Lil gay activity, cute pet names, use of magic, work, fluff

a/n: god I love Agatha

word count: 1.1k words

Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! happy reading besties!

From the moment that you met Agatha that one day in Westview, something about her magic always drew you to the older woman. Some would assume that the brunette had used her magic to somehow seduce you into being in a committed relationship with her but it always shocks people to hear the story about how the relationship blossomed into something so beautiful. 

Everyone in the neighborhood was used to Agatha practicing her magic in her house, with the garage open for the fun of it. Some people would stop by for a couple of seconds before moving into whatever plans they had but she was shocked to see you just watching in awe. It was something that you’ve never seen, which is a bit weird to say living in a world where aliens exist. 

“ I don’t bite darling,” you hear the woman from the garage yell,” how about you come over so I can show you some of my skills?” 

While Agatha just stares at you, she notices that you’re deciding whether to come into the garage or not. It’s not like she’s gonna do anything to you.  If you yell loud enough there’s got to be someone in the houses next door to hear you. 

“ Promise not to use your magic to harm me ? “ you ask which makes the woman chuckle. 

“ Only if you don’t annoy me”, she jokes. 

And as they say, the rest was history. 

At that moment, Agatha had taken a liking to you, there was something about you that made her so interested to be near you. Though the brunette wanted to go the quick route and schmooze you, she decided to take it slow with you and it was the best choice that she made. 

3 years later, both of you were living in the same house that you met, happily married to each other, with a son ( who’s Agatha’s pet bunny cause yes ). It was heaven for the both of you but there was one thing that was always not fun to deal with. 

Your migraines. 

About 6 months after the both of you met, the older woman offered up her home office as a space for you to do your meeting while your roommate had family over. After a grueling meeting with some stubborn coworkers who didn’t want to listen and your body betrayed you when you feel a migraine coming. Lucky for you for always planning, this was something you knew how to deal with but Agatha always felt a little bad for you. She wanted to help her loved one out but being a stubborn person, she was always assured by you that it was fine. 

It was around the holidays which meant that you would be stressed trying to make all of your deadlines while all your girlfriend could do was offer up any sort of help to be a stress relief. Time and time again, you told you that it was fine so Agatha chose to clean a bit for the time being til you were done. 

A couple of hours go by, the house is all clean and Agatha could hear whining from your shared bedroom. She was unsure what was going on with you, one side of her wanted to leave you be but it was best to check up on you in case anything happen. 

“ How’s my little superstar doing ? “ she gently asks as she opens the door to see a heartbreaking scene. 

You had all been under the bedroom sheets, and pillows as well around you. Curtains closed so as to not let any of the light in as you were experiencing a bad migraine and while sleep usually helps with it, this time around it just didn’t seem to work for you. All you wanted was the dumb migraine to go away and it made you cry which almost made your girlfriend cry as well at the scene before her.

Using all of her experience of hiding, the older woman quietly makes her way to the bed, careful to not make any noise to alert you. Once she makes it under the sheets, Agatha scoops you up into her arms to comfort you and you jump in surprise not noticing that she made her way into the room. 

“ How’s my little love bug doing? “ she whispers and she gets a whine back in response. 

“ y/n, can you be a good girl for me and use your words? I wanna be able to help my darling out,” she pleads quietly to you and you slowly get up from her chest even though you don’t want to. 

“ It’s my head, fucking migraine,” you whisper back to her and immediately go back to laying your head on her chest to see if that helps you out for a bit. A temporary solution at this moment is so much better than nothing. 

“ oh my sweet y/n,” Agatha starts,” Is there anything i can do to help you? Whatever you need me to do and I’m happy to do it?” 

“ Can you use your magic to sooth me?” you sleepily tell her while Agatha is stunned to hear that her girlfriend wants her magic to help in the moment. Sure she had used her magic to do the chores in the house, sometimes even cook if you were in a clingy mood and whatnot but you never had asked the witch to use it on you. There was something in her mind that feared accidentally harming you if the spell went wrong and she would never forgive herself if anything happened to you. Not after the harm, she caused to her coven all those years ago and the harm she caused to her Coven mother. 

“ Honey are you sure ? i don’t want to - “ 

“ Aggie please, “ you mumble as you shove your face into her chest,” I know about your past and i trust you with all my being not to hurt me, please help me, baby’. 

At that moment, Agatha gets her spell book from the nightstand on her bed in her hand quickly, skimming through the pages of spells she learned over the year to see which would be the best one to use in that moment. Didn’t take long before she found one to soothe you. The book is quickly put back in its designated spot in the nightstand and she gets a bit comfier to be able to use her magic on you. 

“ This isn’t going to hurt you, my love, just please remember to tell me if it does,” she warns before enacting the spell. The moment that her fingers hit your forehead, you feel relief from the terrible migraine, cuddling harder into your lovely partner for helping you out. 

“ Love you aggie,” you mumble before drifting to sleep in your arms while the older woman continues her spell on you, tearing up a bit to see that after all these years, her magic didn’t hurt someone that she loved. 

“ I love you too my sweet superstar”.

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[hyunsvngs]

So I hope this is a safe space to rant. I just need to get this out to someone and this seems like the place to do it.

I have never had sex with another human being where I have cum by the other person. I’m pretty limited on my consensual experiences, but still most have just been the worst. I do have a thing going with my best friend and we’re just taking a minute to figure out what works. Unfortunately it is incredibly hard to make me finish and I’m terrible at explaining the right way to do it.

But my biggest issue is actually my experience with my piss kink. My all time biggest kink is and always will be piss. It was first introduced to me by my high school boyfriend. It started with him holding me close to him anytime one of us had to pee and saying we should just stay together and piss. I always thought it was a joke though. Until one day at my parents lake house he suggested us finding a private place for him to piss on me. I was confused by it but I’ve never been one to kink shame, so I agreed. I have never felt more beautiful, more sexy, more special, or more loved than I did in that moment. I’m a very insecure person, but in that moment I felt like perfection. Since our breakup I have found one person who was comfortable with this kink. Everything we did together was bad except for the piss. That was when I experienced letting it get into my mouth. I came very close to cumming without any stimulation.

But other than those two people any friend or sexual partner that I’ve brought this up to has made me feel so bad about it. Calling me fucked up and disgusting. Don’t get me wrong when said in the right tone “my disgusting little fucked up slut” is the best thing to hear. But these people are intentionally putting me down. Striking it off as weird before I can even explain how the kink makes me feel.

So now I’m like extremely insecure about this kink, and literally the only way I can somewhat satisfy my desires is by your fanfics and an occasional good porn video.

Side not about the whole sleeping with my bestie thing. One of her only big No’s is excrement, so piss is off the table with her. She has stopped making fun of me at my request, but I still low key feel like she judges.

So I guess my question is, how do you go about introducing this to people without getting shot down so horribly? How do you deal with the rejection?

Another thing people judge me for is my nose kink. I have no fucking idea why, but other than a phat ass the sexiest feature of a person is a big nose. When I tell you that I drip just from looking at Chan’s face because of how perfect his nose is, oh my fucking god. But people make me feel so bad about it.

Anywho that’s my rant. I feel a bit better.

I put another anon ask out recently where I brought up the idea of Chan coming home to you in the shower and inviting himself in for some piss fun time. If it wasn’t of good taste, I understand. Just a little fantasy.

I also asked if 🥃anon was available. Is it? I’m a dark liquor girlie so that’s my favorite emoji

Anyway, love you and everything you post bestie

I literally check this page everyday

hi friend!! so i'm so sorry to hear you haven't had a good time with sex :( before i respond to everything i want to say i do still have your previous ask in my inbox!! i had planned to respond to it soon and yes 🥃 is definitely free <3

firstly please do not feel as though you should be ashamed for this kink. trust me there is a lot worse out there lol and as long as they're consensual who cares! you're not forcing anyone into trying this with you, you're just being open about what you're into. that's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

secondly in terms of introducing it to other people, i would personally wait until a topic about sex came up with the other person and maybe slide in a little "oh, what are you into in bed?". i think a LOT of people are into piss and just don't want to say it either (further reinforced when i started writing about piss here and so many ate it up). in terms of dealing with rejection, i think it's just a sort of thing like ah, okay, ygm? like not everyone's into choking. not everyone's into bdsm. it is exactly the same with piss! not everyone's into it, and some people are, and that's okay.

i really hope you feel more accepted soon. this is always a safe safe place for kinks and piss in general so please do not ever feel afraid to come here and rant to me <3

#juno’s asks ♡ #🥃 anon 💌 #PISS! #sex talks with juno!!

[g0reoz]

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#tw for csa mention and overall not great stuff being vaguely talked about #u gotta love when a dream about getting lunch turns into a dream about a psa on s*xual pr*dators to children which turns into a- #-hyperrealistic reliving of you narrowly escaping something like that #like what tha hell is my brain doing rn. can we not #i’m 100% convinced this is bc of the court thing at least partially bc that’s been fucking me up lately #and i only have around a month left #so there’s that #like the dream didn’t even end there it just ended with me running to my house and grabbing a gun and then i woke up #i have noticed that violence has definitely been a recurring thing in these dreams over the years #like my brain is trying sooo hard to rewrite everything so i have more power to defend myself physically/mentally/emotionally #bestie it’s not working <3 please stop trying i don’t want to deal with these fucking dreams again #i also don’t want to have to make more vent art as a way of dealing w this because i have Actual Fun Art that i’d rather work on #but sometimes that art is the only escape i have bc texts are monitored and i can’t just. talk to my parents bc of how closely- #-connected to religion this is too and how religious they are #they see him as some bitch-ass kid fucker which is bad enough but how do i explain that he also was one of the major contributors- #-to my religious trauma? like he was very much a c*tholic fundamentalist but i can’t get into that w/o my parents finding out all- #-the OTHER religion-related shit i had to deal with and am still dealing with #annnnyways yeah i just want to make fun art and not deal with any of this :’) sadly that’s not always the case tho #.woof.

[exphhoria]

hey bestie ash here - im in a bit of an iSsUe. im currently on crutches with a sprained ankle and im struggling a little. how would diluc, zhongli and childe help their s/o with this 😽

You Sprain an Ankle

Character(s): Diluc, Zhongli, and Childe

Format: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 688

Note: I'm alive! But yeah, sorry I haven't been posting recently- it's hard for me to keep consistent schedules and motivation, also I know the limit is two characters but I kind of owe it to everyone for not posting

Acts unfazed but is actually super worried about you under the surface! He just doesn’t show it. Dw bby, he cares a lot. Sometimes it’s just hard to tell.

Definitely has some sort of physician being rich and all. He’ll bring them to you immediately so you can get checked out.

When the physician concludes that the healing process will only take a few weeks, Diluc feels a little more at ease. Though, you will still have to deal with the pain for said amount of time and he doesn’t like to see you hurting, emotionally or physically.

To make it up to you, he’d try and cook you something despite the presence of maids. Although, he ended up burning it… He is Diluc, so it’s expected. Mans is pyro and radiates heat. But hey! His heart was in the right place.

If and when you tease him about the burnt food, he won’t stop you just to get you to smile since you’re hurt.

After you recover, it’s hard to disguise how overjoyed he is. Diluc is just so glad you’re back in good health!

Overall, he’s not the best at helping out but he tries his hardest. He’s a bit awkward since he’s not sure what to do, so you get a good laugh in as well. And as they say, laughter is the best medicine, and it does well at distracting you from the pain.

Seeing as he’s like 3,000+ years old, I believe he’d know a remedy or two to heal you, you’d just have to be the one buying the ingredients-

He isn’t the type to do everything for you after your treatment. Though, it’s because he has a certain sense of respect when it comes to you and understands you can handle yourself.

Of course, if you need help with something, how wouldn’t mind lending you a hand here and there.

That is, unless you can’t handle yourself. One prime example would be if you were reckless. Like me ehe. Zhongli would always be nearby you in the case that you fall, which would most likely be often.

If it was extra hard for you to walk, he’d support the side your injured leg was on. His arm would support your waist and yours would be over his shoulders. It might take a while to get where you wanna go, but it’s better than nothing!

During the period of your injury, you’ve been spending more time in bed to avoid excess use of your leg. Because of this, he often brews you tea to bring to you while telling you tales of topics; such as the archon war.

Zhongli is great at keeping you occupied, and, without him there with you, you’d otherwise be bored beyond your mind. He’s someone you know you can rely on in your times of need.

He would definitely carry you (if you let him). Doesn't matter if it's piggyback riding or he's carrying you bridal style, he will carry you around.

If you get too embarrassed or just don't like being carried, he'd let you walk around with your crutches. Please let him, he just wants an excuse to hold you <3

Mans would also get extra affectionate! He often has to be out of town for work, but he'd either take some time off or at least try to make you feel as comfortable as possible when he is around. By this I mean getting everything you need. You want some water? On it. What's that? You're out of snacks? Boom. Your favorite assortment of treats right in front of you in a heartbeat.

Another thing to mention, this harbinger here would find whatever or whoever caused you to sprain your ankle and delete it from existence. He won't care if it's the neighbor down the street, a hilichurl, a rock, or even the stairs. He'd be on it and they wouldn't know what hit them.

In conclusion, you wouldn't have a thing to worry about because you have the ultimate genshin househusband (but not really since he has work) as your s/o!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin diluc x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli #genshin zhongli #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin tartaglia x reader #genshin ajax x reader #childe #tartaglia #ajax #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin ajax #x reader #headcanon #requests #fluff

[whoree321]

can I request some headcannons of the bad batch reacting to reader getting called fat and comforting her?

(today while I was at school someone called me fat)

omg well ok first of all bestie i’m so sorry that happened to you!! i def experienced my fair share of that sort of thing back in my day, but just remember that above all else your body is merely a vessel to contain the infinite galaxies that form the irreplicable, unique multitudes of humanity that live within you. you are so much more than the physical form you inhabit and simply the presence of your soul on this planet makes it a brighter place<3

but anyways! i hope y’all enjoy this! i would love nothing more than for this gaggle of big strong men to defend my honor

the bad batch + comforting gn!reader (body image)

WARNING: this is entirely about comments being made about the reader’s body. there are potentially triggering themes. please read with caution<3

Hunter

when hunter hears what happened, he experiences probably every single negative emotion a person could feel at once

angry at the person who insulted you, worried about you, sad that you’re sad, stressed about the best way to handle it and help you

internally, hunter is probably more distressed than you are

this man NEVER EVER shows it tho. the inside of his brain is literally like that scene in spongebob where his brain is the office and it’s on fire and all the little spongebobs are running around screaming. but on the outside?

“oh cyar’ika, come here. i’m so, so sorry my love”

he is tenderly holding you to his bosom, praising you and reassuring you and providing that feeling of safety and warmth that’s just so uniquely hunter until you almost forget why you were even upset

he is also such a good listener. he doesn’t exactly know what to say beyond complimenting/praising you (that’s easy- all he has to do is say what he’s already thinking), but he is so attentive and really takes in everything you’re saying as you’re ranting or letting your emotions out

just knowing how invested he is in trying to understand your problems and make you feel better makes you feel so loved and so special

Crosshair

crosshair is not the fucking one

crosshair hears that someone has called you fat, and he is literally breaking their knee caps like they owe him a gambling debt within 24 hours of the comment being made

like i’m serious. of all the batchers, he is the one to go out of his way and inflict serious violence upon the individual in question (wrecker might join him)

although he’s seething with rage on the inside, he does try to be there for you in the moment while you’re upset

he’s not very good with words, and he’s definitely the type to let his actions do the talking

he will spend literally hours just worshipping your body, kissing every inch and whispering little comments like “gorgeous” and “so beautiful” and “all mine” and he won’t stop until he’s confident you know just how enamoured he is with you. mind, body, and soul

he’ll get in the shower with you and wash your hair, letting the warm water and his fingers on your scalp soothe you as he presses feather light kisses to your back and neck and shoulder blades

he will wait to seek out his victim until you’re nestled into his bunk, snuggled under his covers and fast asleep. he’ll lay a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, admiring the peaceful look on your face for a moment before disappearing into the night to deal with the perpetrator

seriously tho crosshair is sending whoever said it to the med bay for EXTENDED time. he won’t kill them, but he will definitely disfigure them

Tech

tech would honestly be so confused. like he would be so upset that someone would say that to you, and even more upset that you were upset, but i think the entire situation would be a little bit baffling to him

like i think that he is probably one of the least likely batchers to notice or care what people look like physically, and so he just would not understand why someone would be so cruel

like what would someone have to gain from commenting negatively on your body? as far as he knew, there was nothing wrong with how you looked (quite the opposite, actually), and he would just find the whole idea of someone doing that to you so absurd

despite his confusion, i think in any situation where you’re upset tech would def sort of let you indicate what kind of comfort you wanted, and would go all in from there (he read that your partner often needs different kinds of emotional support at different times and he has worked very hard to recognize when you need each type of comfort)

like if you need verbal or physical reassurance, he’s worshipping you and letting you know exactly why he finds every piece of you so dazzlingly beautiful

if you need to cry and rant, he’s holding you close and stroking your hair and giving you a safe place to just let out your feelings

if you need to be angry about it, tech will sit with you and absolutely roast the shit out of whoever said it. like he’ll pull up files about them and just verbally demolish they’re entire existence until you’re wheezing with laughter

tech would just be so sweet and would hate seeing you upset and would try his best to fix it. he loves your body, but to him you are so much more than that and it kills him that someone could make you feel so badly over what he views as such a small aspect of all amazing things that make you who you are

Wrecker

when wrecker hears about what happened, he is equal parts heartbroken for you and LIVID

he doesn’t tolerate when people have things to say about the way he or his brothers look, and he CERTAINLY won’t tolerate someone commenting on the way you look

he’s already gearing up to go bash some heads in when it registers with him how upset you are

expect the hug of the CENTURY from this man

like seriously you’re worried he’s gonna crack one of your ribs with how hard he’s squeezing

he becomes the self care king

wrecker will spend an excessive amount of time pampering you and doing his best to make you feel loved (like literally days if he has enough time)

he’s running you warm baths, he’s doing face masks with you, he’s setting up a movie night with a pillow fort and yummy treats, he’s using your entire body as a pillow and wrapping his arms around you, planting sweet kisses all over your torso as the movie plays. anything he can think of to care of you and take your mind off of the horrible way you were spoken to

wrecker isn’t gonna have as much verbally as hunter or tech or echo, pretty much confined to statements like “oh don’t listen to them, Y/N, you’re absolutely perfect”, but the way he dotes on you and the tenderness he shows to you and your body lets you know that he really, really means it

(also, he won’t seek them out, but if he ever happens to run into person who said it, he does not hesitate to beat the living shit out of them. disrespectfully)

Echo

when echo hears about what was said to you, he’s really just unbelievably sad

while people don’t usually make comments about him to his face, he knows how terrible it feels to be uncomfortable with your own body and he would do anything to keep you from feeling that

echo responds initially like hunter, holding you close and letting you cry or yell for a while, but he refuses to let you feel anything other than beautiful

he takes you to your closet and tells you to pick out one outfit that makes you feel good about yourself (if you have trouble feeling good about any of them, don’t worry. he won’t hesitate to pick out one he knows you look great in)

once you’ve decided on it, he tells you to put it on. if you’re uncomfy with him watching you change, he happily looks away until you’re ready for him to turn around. if you’re cool with him watching, he makes it a point not to hide his admiration of your form, offering sweet compliments and sultry glances

once you’ve changed, he stands you in front of the mirror so you can see yourself, and describes to you all your wonderful features. he lets you disagree with him and point out your flaws, and he counters each of them without missing a beat

echo just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he stands there with you, offering so much patience and love, until he’s filled your heart with so much warmth you can feel your tears returning (this time in a good way)

you do so much to help him when he feels insecure about his appearance since the citadel, so above all else, echo needs you to know just how perfect you are, regardless of what some prick might say

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #the bad batch x reader #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch headcanons

[c-e-d-dreamer]

AHHHHH DEMON NESSIAN PT 2 PLEASE!!!!! It’s such a fun idea, I love it!!!!! And I need the angst of Cassian making a deal for Nesta 😭

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it. But I have to be honest, I don't know what Cassian's deal is. Like in my head, I know he makes one, but try as I might, I cannot get my brain to think of something clever and/or creative. The obvious answer is of course a soul for a soul, but that feels counterproductive to them living happy and in love sooooo. I even tried to crowdsource with my two besties but they were equally stumped. I mean happy to crowdsource here on what people think Nesta's soul is worth... Anyways! All this to say, this isn't quite what you asked for, but I hope you will enjoy each member of Cassian's family finding out about Nesta. I did throw some angst in at the end for ya ;) TW: for mentions of death

Part One

Another sigh has Cassian’s attention being pulled away from his laptop. He glances over the screen to where Nesta is lounging on his sofa. She had finally given up on her dress, instead opting for an old pair of Cassian’s sweats and a t-shirt. He can’t help but notice how at home she seems to look in his space, legs tucked up under her, her hair down from it’s usual intricate style and pulled back in just a simple braid that falls down across her shoulder. Her eyes snap to his, and he knows he’s been caught staring, so he goes back to the email he was writing.

“If you’re bored,” Cassian starts. “You’re welcome to any of my books.”

“You mean your books that are almost entirely nonfiction?”

“You don’t like my books?”

“What kind of person actually reads and enjoys nonfiction?”

“I find the history interesting,” Cassian defends. Nesta merely rolls her eyes with a scowl in response, crossing her arms across her chest. “You’re not exactly threatening dressed like that, you know.”

Cassian knows he’s made a mistake when he watches Nesta’s eyebrow raise, the way her chin raises just slightly. Her face is a cool mask of unimpressed. Dangerous. Before Cassian can even formulate an apology in his brain, let alone speak it aloud, his laptop slams shut, almost taking his fingers with it.

“Now, that’s just rude,” Cassian quips, but the way the left side of Nesta’s mouth tilts up in a teasing smirk and the glint in her dark eyes almost has him forgetting to mean it. “Look, my last meeting is at 3:00, then we can go to the bookstore and you can get some better books.”

“Fine.”

Luckily, the bookstore is quiet and mostly empty, just a few customers milling about. Cassian lets Nesta lead the way, following behind her as she weaves between the stacks, her hand outstretched and fingers dragging gently against the spines of the different books. She stops in front of one of the shelves, her head tilting as she reads the different titles declared along the spines. The motion leaves a few wisps of her hair falling across her brow, and Cassian shoves his hands in his pocket before he does something stupid like try to brush them aside. She just looks so soft nestled amongst the books, pulling out different ones and reading the summaries on the backs before settling one in the crook of her arm.

“Wait. If I’m the only one who can see you, does that mean people will just see a floating book?” Cassian asks, stepping forward to pluck the book away. “How about I just hold on to the ones you want.”

“Works for me,” Nesta replies, holding out another book for Cassian to take. Soon, he has five books stacked in his arms.

“The full moon is in a week. Are you really going to read all these books in that time?”

“Cassian?” a voice cuts in before Nesta can reply.

Cassian turns toward the end of the aisle to find Mor standing there, a book nestled in her own arms and her face a mask of confusion. She steps closer, eying the books he’s holding.

“Oh uh hey, Mor,” Cassian greets her.

“You know this is the romance section, right?”

“I... thought I’d branch out. Try a new genre.”

Mor reaches forward, taking the top book off the stack. She stares at the cover before flipping it over to read the summary with a snort. When she holds the book up for Cassian, she has her eyebrows raised, an expression that clearly reads ‘seriously?’ Cassian can’t help but grimace, the cliche shirtless man on the cover staring back at him. Maybe she has a point.

“That’s what I thought,” Mor smirks, setting the book back down on the stack. “So, what’s her name?”

“Her name…?”

“Who you’re actually buying these books for?”

Cassian can feel himself floundering as he stares at Mor with wide eyes. He glances over his shoulder to where Nesta is still standing, but the demon just has an amused expression painted across her face. Not helpful. Cassian turns back to Mor who is still looking at him expectantly, but then her features soften.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me, but I fully expect to meet this girl soon.”

~ * * * ~

Cassian is just finishing pulling his hair up and away from his face when the knock on his door echoes throughout his apartment.

“It’s open,” he calls.

He hears the opening and then subsequent snick of his front door, and when Cassian walks out of the bathroom, he finds Azriel standing in his living room. His brother’s eyes are stuck to the floor, his eyebrows pinched and a frown tugging down his lips.

“Why do you have an air mattress out?” Azriel asks.

Cassian’s eyes snap to the offending object, the mussed sheets and pillow making it clear it’s been slept on. At the snort from the sofa, Cassian’s eyes find Nesta’s where she’s curled up with one of her new books. The expectant look on her face and the smirk tugging up the corner of her lips is all teasing, and Cassian narrows his eyes at her in response before turning his attention back to Azriel. Apparently, Azriel saw the entire exchange, or Cassian’s side of the exchange, and his expression has turned from confusion to concern.

“Cass, is everything alright? You know you can talk to me.”

Cassian rubs a hand against the back of his neck awkwardly before letting out a sigh. “Az… what would you say if I told you… I met a demon?”

“A demon? As in…”

“Demon. Like dark eyes, does biddings. Demon. Her name is Nesta.”

Cassian expects Azriel to ask more questions, maybe even call him out for the absurdity of it all, but instead his brother just steps closer, settling a hand on Cassian’s shoulder.

“Are you getting enough sleep?” Azriel broaches carefully.

“You know what,” Cassian cuts in. “Just forget I said anything. Let’s just go.”

Azriel looks like he wants to say more, but luckily, he doesn’t, and the two make their way to the gym, Nesta trailing behind them. Cassian tries to keep his eyes to himself as they start their workout, determined to avoid any more confused or concerned looks from Azriel. It’s easier said than done, though, and Cassian’s eyes keep drifting to where Nesta has perched herself on one of the lifting benches. It especially doesn’t help that her eyes are decidedly not on him.

Cassian grabs a set of weights and makes his way over to the bench beside her, trying to look inconspicuous as he starts doing chest presses.

“Do you mind?” Cassian mutters.

“It’s not my fault your friend is so attractive,” Nesta remarks dryly.

Cassian doesn’t deem the comment with a response, keeps his expression cool and unbothered. But if he takes off his shirt to finish his workout? It’s just hot in the gym. And if he pushes himself extra hard, doing the exercises that he knows really flex and pull on his muscles? Well, no one has to know.

~ * * * ~

Cassian isn’t sure if Azriel said something, Mor said something, or they both said something, but he tries to push it all out of his mind as he pulls into the driveway at Rhys and Feyre’s house for a declared ‘family dinner.’ He takes a deep breath and turns to where Nesta is sitting in the passenger’s seat of his truck.

“Alright. I don’t need my family thinking I’m crazy, so if we both just play it cool, we should be fine.”

“I’m not the one you need to worry about, and you know it,” Nesta reminds him, throwing open the door and hopping out.

Cassian barely reigns in a sigh as he opens his own door. Mostly because he knows she’s right. But he puts all his focus and willpower into it, and he doesn’t look at Nesta as he greets his friends and family and settles at the table. He loads his plate up and eats, and he doesn’t look at Nesta. He listens as everyone around him talks about their weeks and what’s new, and he doesn’t look at Nesta.

“Cass, are you alright?” Rhy’s voice interrupts Cassian’s thoughts, and his head snaps in Rhys’ direction.

“What? Why would you ask that?” Cassian tosses back, trying to keep his voice light and teasing.

“You’ve been quiet,” Rhys points out. “And we all know you’re never quiet.”

“He’s probably too busy thinking about his new lady,” Mor pipes up.

“New lady?” Rhys asks.

“Oh, yeah, apparently it’s a ‘demon named Nesta,’” Azriel adds, throwing up air quotes.

Cassian is about to tell his family off with a well placed retort, when the loud clatter of silverware hitting a plate echoes through the dining room. All four sets of eyes snap to Feyre who has suddenly gone very still. Her face is pale and her eyes seem to have glazed over, like she’s seen a ghost. The look has Cassian’e eyes darting around the room, but Nesta is nowhere to be found.

“That isn’t funny,” Feyre says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rhys reaches over, comfortingly squeezing Feyre’s hand in his own. “Nesta was the name of Feyre’s sister.”

“You have another sister?” Mor asks quietly.

“Had,” Feyre explains softly, her hand tightening on Rhys’. “She died a few years back. She was dating this… guy. Tomas. We could never prove it, but I know he was at fault. I know he did it. The one bright spot was some freak accident that happened to him.”

The silence that follows is heavy. It presses against Cassian’s chest and threatens to shatter his ribs until he can’t take it. He stands, the legs of his chair scraping against the hardwood, as he excuses himself. He wanders through the hall until he sees a door slightly ajar, light bleeding into the hallways in a single soft white beam. Feyre’s art studio. He pushes the door open slowly, finding Nesta standing at the easel, staring at the painting perched there.

“She painted me,” Nesta says, her voice hushed and awed. “I know all sisters fight, but sometimes it felt like we were on another level. I didn’t think she’d ever paint me.”

“That deal you made,” Cassian starts, keeping his voice equally quiet. “It was for revenge, wasn’t it?”

Nesta turns then, her dark eyes settling on Cassian. With her spine straight and face set in a cold, hard line, it reminds Cassian of the demon she is. The one he first met standing in his apartment. Power rumbling off her in waves, tendrils of darkness and fire licking at Cassian’s skin until goosebumps break out in their wake. It leaves him breathless.

“Yes.”

#my fic #acotar #nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #answered

[chil2de]

bestie, you gotta give us some kinky gojo sooner or later😤

i actually haven’t written gojo for months but— bestie i hope this was kinky enough for you😳😳 i can always take it up a notch [wink wink]

readmy disclaimerrr <3 thanks enjoy

also: i vibe with second year gojo more than i do present gojo but, that would make him 16-17 so lets bump him to a third year, thanks!

w.c: 1.5k / characters: 8.5k (incl spaces)

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icy cold and curious fingertips easily curl around your waist, padded digits carefully kneading the delicate skin underneath your uniform. your head snaps to face gojo, who only passively stares past you and outside the window at the cityscape whizzing by.

“satoru—“ you grit through your teeth, swatting his prying fingers away from you. he hisses a meek sigh of hurt, cooing at you through his plush lips.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. pretension drips in his tone and you can feel the heavy weight of his grin flash against you.

“come on now, baby girl. don’t tell me you were all talk earlier.” he hums, tone low and rich. it sends acid bubbling in your stomach, throat clogging and ears ringing.

“we’re on a train, you fool. can’t you wait until we get home?” you snap at him, turning to face the doors of the train. you wiggle out of his inviting and enticing touch, opting to wrap your hand around a nearby handle for some support.

his large and calloused hand wraps around yours. he’s adamant about this.

gojo’s toned chest collides against your spine. you can feel the brush of his dick print heavy on his jet black uniform. he rests his jaw on your shoulder, tinted shades sliding down to the bridge of his nose. you meet his azure stare in the reflection of the door and he gives you a small smirk, free hand traversing underneath your arm to give your breast a small squeeze.

“so what if there’s people on this train? no one’s in this cart right now.”

it would be a miscalculation to say that it took you less than a second to melt into gojo’s coaxing words. you may always try to believe that you’re the more mature partner in your relationship, but you’re equally as terrible as he is.

“you’re awful.” you snort at him, reaching out behind you to run your fingertips through his soft titanium white locks. his hair has the fresh scent of coconuts laced through it.

“but you still love me.” he hums, trailing the tip of his tongue against your neck. you can’t help but jitter a little at the temperature difference and the cold air that clashes against the wet patches afterwards.

his teeth nibble against the skin there, lightly pulling and tugging. as much as he wants to leave bite marks, he’s not about to deal with infections. he decides to settle for second best and instead works to suck and pull onto your neck. you can feel the slight crackle and static where the small nerves underneath your skin burst.

“don’t look away.” he murmurs, commanding you to keep watching him in the reflection.

gojo’s saliva dribbles down your neck, sliding trails down into your shirt that lies underneath your jacket. your thighs squeeze and rub together as you emit small whimpers. it’s music to gojo’s ears, the way you’re writhing underneath him and pressing up against his cock. it almost makes him want to allow you the thing that you crave so dearly.

“satoru-“ you exhale breathlessly, resolve faltering already.

“swear you were against the idea of us fucking on a train minutes ago?” he drawls, finishing up his masterpiece on your neck.

“s-shut up” you grunt, breaking off the eye contact. you can't stand to see how his eyebrow perks up in mockery, the way he peeks at you through his thick lashes.

gojo grabs fistfuls of your hair, yanking you back with such force that it leaves your eyes glassy.

“you want me to stop?”

you swallow thickly, shaking your head.

“that’s my good girl. open your legs for me, yeah?”

when gojo spins you around before crouching down himself, you’re left with shock and awe painting your features. your lips hang in a wide ‘o’ as you gawk down at him.

“no.” you guffaw.

right here, right now?

he’s still going to tease you, even on a train?

his hands pry your legs open, pretty pale face staring up at you. but holy shit, if he doesn’t look so good like that. for once, you understand why he gets off so much whenever you stare up at him during blowjobs.

he bundles your skirt up, hitching the fabric up before letting out a low wolf whistle. he scoffs, lips tugging into a grin and he glances at you with amusement.

“you’re so fuckin’ cheeky. how long were you prancing around like that?”

he eyes the glistening juices that slick against your cunt, how the viscous liquid paints the inner portion of your thigh. it shimmers in the fluorescent light, clashing against the soft pink tones of your pussy.

“all day, actually.”

at this newfound information, gojo lifts an eyebrow up in concern. his long middle finger prods against the entrance of your cunnie. he presses into it, applying pressure, but never really enough to fully finger you.

“so needy. waiting for my cock all day?”

gojo suddenly dips not one, but two of his fingers deep inside you. you swallow him up instantly, sucking him in and taking his digits down to the knuckle. he’s fucked your pretty little pussy too many times to count, curled his soft fingers and massaged your walls for months. he has no difficulty in claiming your sweet spot, kneading into the spongy crevice there.

he cranes his neck up a little, running his tongue down flat against the length of your cunt. he twirls the muscle around your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers procure obscure squelching sounds.

you whine a pathetic plea, yanking some of his strands and thus pulling his face forward for more friction. he slips his fingers out, opting to slurp against the entrance of your pussy.

“tastes good, baby.” he hums, seas of deep blue staring up at you. it makes you hiss and jolt, eyebrows furrowing and face contorting.

“satoru- please—“

“hmmm? what is it, princess?”

you can barely afford to mince a sentence together. the way he’s crouched underneath you and feasting on your pussy like it’s the last supper he’ll have leaves you breathless and dizzy.

“your dick-“

“mine? what about it?”

you groan out a fit of frustration, knuckles turn white in his hair. there’s a pout that adorns him as he flinches.

“i want it, you fucking idiot”

“oh? you want my dick? that’s cute, babe. you should’ve just asked.”

“i can’t say no to my little angel.” he gives your pussy one last kiss before straightening himself, clicking the tension out of his neck.

“now then…”

he motions his index in a slight flick, other hand working to unzip himself.

“leg up.”

you reach out behind you, laying your palm flat against the train door to catch your balance. you shakily lift your leg up, allowing gojo to press his hand and hold you by the back of your knee. he groans when his veiny dick springs from its confines, curved shaft slicking against his jacket. the fabric makes him cringe a little, but he doesn’t waste time in aligning himself with your creamy cunt.

gojo guides his throbbing pink tip in, glancing down to watch how your pussy wraps and folds around his cock. it’s always been one of his favourite sights.

your head tilts and jaw falls slack at the initial push of his head. your thighs tremble and chest heaves as his dick fills you up and snaps into place like a jigsaw piece. there’s that vein on the underside of his shaft that always drives you crazy.

“so tight. you’re so wet for me. fuck.”

“you little shit, you’re totally into this as much as i am, aren’t you?” gojo grabs ahold of your chin, tilting your face to look at him. his lips briefly clash with yours. he pulls you in, tugging at your bottom lip and circling his tongue against the tip of yours. there’s a thin line of saliva that separates your mouth from his. he tastes faintly bitter yet sweet. it takes a couple of moments for it to click that it’s the taste of your own cunt.

“i know it feels good, but, try not to scream?”

“yeah ri- aah!-ght-“ you squeak, body jolting when gojo pulls himself out before slamming himself right into your g-spot. there’s the loud slap of his balls hitting against your skin, and it’s only a taste of what’s to come.

“you say somethin’?”

“n-no-“

“really? i thought i heard you talk. you tryna say that i’m wrong, then?”

“n-no-“

you’re not sure how he can keep up with the conversation. all you can hear is the garbled static in your mind, the froth that wants to seep out of the corners of your lips. you babble and whine incessantly. every rough slam of his hips sends you even more over the edge, ecstasy and harsh tingles crashing against your body as gojo rearranges your guts. you’ve lost all feeling in the leg that he’s holding up. just watching him fuck you like this is almost enough to make you cum.

you eye the deep blue veins that ride against his pale skin. his long and slender fingertips reach out as he curls one hand around your neck, thumb brushing affectionately underneath your chin. it’s nothing but a warning sign.

“listen to me when i’m talking to you.”

#praying that he sounds in character LMAO i’m so rusty #the people on the passing train stations be like:👁👄👁 #KNFHGJSHGH HAHAHAHA #jjk #jjk satoru #jjk scenarios #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo hcs #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojou #gojo x y/n #gojo saturo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo sensei #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

[noritoshiikamo]

besto friendo been a long day 😔😔😔🥲🥲🥲 take ur time in writing but pwetty please may i get a choso drabble where the reader is super tired from a long day of work and when she comes home she still has to study and she wants to cry but she needs to finish her work sp choso just scoops her up and comfort her but because hes not great with words, he just cuddles and kisses her face and cheeks and says she's doing a great job also yes this is self indulgent i just need me a soft choso drabble 😭😭😭 CHOSO HUG ME PLEASEEEE

here for you

part 2 of ? husband choso series suki bestie pls enjoy soft husband choso dhfjhejfiufnijnf soft husband choso makes me wanna cry i want soft husband choso!!!!! also, 2/2 DRABBLES, IM BLONDE AND BETTER THAN BEFORE san san ku do - Instead of vows, the bride and groom drink sake, three times each from three different cups called sakazuki. Next, their parents take sips, which represents sealing the bond between the two families. Each person takes three sips of each of the cups- with all of the sips having a unique meaning. The first three represent the three couples, the second three sips represent hatred, passion, and ignorance (stay with me here) and the last three sips represent freedom from those three flaws. The term san san ku do means three, three and nine and the “do” is the part that means the deliverance from the flaws. Nine is a lucky number in Japanese culture. anyway, enjoy!!

sometimes, choso understands her way better than herself.

he didn’t quite understand why she wanted to continue her studies. the only reason he first found out that she was going back to university was when he received a letter. with groceries tucked in his arms, he opened their letter box, something she had told him to do because she’ll be expecting a something. he scoffed thinking it was another parcel for her beauty product or oh, oh is it the beeswax cloths he had asked her to buy for her because apparently too much plastic is bad for earth. his smile died when it was just a letter sitting in the large metal box.  

congratulation! on behalf of university of tokyo, i would like to welcome your admission for fall 2019.

“i thought you’re already working,” he wiped his wet palm on the apron he was wearing, a slight confusion on his face, “i thought you don’t need to study anymore. you are a sorcerer, and you have that full time job with the numbers and calculator thingy where you yell at your computer a lot.” she wore a small smile on her face as she listened to her husband’s trying to explain her job scope.

“it’s just 2 years, i deal with satoru daily,” she shoved a piece of the meat in her mouth, “i think i can handle 2 years of master’s degree.”

he leaned against the table, grabbing her free hand and planted kisses on her knuckles, “i support your decision then. you’ve always been so smart, how did i ever get so lucky to have you.”

she likes to think that she’s the lucky one.

despite being locked up for years, he managed to adapt quickly. she knew the huge responsibility that she’d to deal with the day they got married at the closest open temple they could’ve find. it rained heavily outside; their kimonos were slightly wet, but it didn’t matter. she held her laugh as the priest started their wedding with a purification. choso wasn’t happy to know that it was to exorcist cursed spirits, ironic but he bit his tongue. there was no vow sharing or reception; they have no families, so they returned home, opened a bottle of sake into 3 cups and did san san ku do their own way.

they don’t wear any wedding bands. to him, she’s still his, a round overly priced metal isn’t about to define her status.

they are a perfect match. choso is a great cook, a great husband. she hates the idea of staying home, doing nothing. they complement each other.

he could immediately notice the change in her mood even by the way she opens the front door. choso stopped stirring the pot. he listened to the jingling of her keys and the creaking of the door. there was no hello or i’m home. “baby?” he called, and he heard a sigh coming from her. he walked over to greet her, but he ended up crashing on her. his arms immediately went around her, steadying her from falling. she cursed below her breath, annoyance on her face was clear. “hey, are you okay?” he asked, concern on his face and she quickly dismissed him. he followed her as she walked into the kitchen. she washed her hand, placed her dirty bento box in the sink, opened the top cupboard for a cup and poured herself a cup of water.

his heart pounded heavily.

have i done something? did she know that the plant by the window is newly replaced because i murdered the last one?

his mind raced, thinking of what possibly the causes of her ruined mood. he wanted to press on, his husband instinct wants to make her feel better and nursed her, but she was shutting him out. his eyes shone hopefully when her lips moved, but the shine died when she spoke, “i’m going to shower.”

she walked pass him and headed straight to their bedroom. she might have spoken it below her breath, but he could catch the i had a shit day so easily. he closed the stove when he realised that the soup has boiled enough. he heard the slamming of the bathroom door and the sound of the shower being turned on.

his instinct clicked instantly.

he threw her towel in the dryer for few minutes before rushing to the bedroom. almost ripping off the drawer, he pulled out a pair of his shirt she loved to wear to bed, a pair of short and laid it on the bed. a pair of socks joined the bed soon and he could hear the beeping of the dryer. folding it carefully, he rushed to the bathroom and knocked on the door. the shower closed.

“i know you have a bad day. it’s fine if you don’t want to talk to me. i warmed up your towel and laid down some clothes,” he pressed himself against the door, waiting for a response, “please come out and eat, okay? i love you.”

still no response. the shower turned back on.

i can fix this, he whispered to himself. hanging the towel by the door, he rushed to the kitchen. he knew that one day, this kind of day is going to come. he’d been preparing. he opened the fridge and pulled out his special weapon, a roll of homemade cookie dough. he moved so fast, pre heating the oven, greasing the pan, preparing the cookies before throwing it in for 30 minutes.

“cookies?”

he turned around and watched as his wife strutted around with towel on her head. he held himself from smiling as he stared at the clothes she wore; he picked that. a couple of books tucked under her arms with her laptop and pencil case in her arms. “what do you mean?” he decided to play dumb. she settled on the kitchen island, frown on her face. “i swear to god, i smell cookie dough,” her eyes roamed around before settling at the oven. she scoffed, “are you lying?” she circled the table, cornering him against the counter. “that depends.”

he was surprised when her arms went around him, her face fell flat against his chest. “baby?” his eyes widened when he could make out the sound of a small sobs.

“you baked me cookies, i’m sorry,” she looked up, tears flowing down her cheeks, “i didn’t mean to make you worry. you always bake when i'm upset. i swear to go, my classmates are fucking stupid, i’m just so tired, i didn’t mean to go off on you.” he shushed her, pulling her back in his arms. his face buried in her hair, inhaling her berry scented shampoo. his hand gently stroked her back.

“your feelings are always valid to me, bubs.” the gentleness of his voice made her heart ached and she cried harder. “hey, hey, you shouldn’t be so hard to yourself. unlike me,” he pulled back to look at her, playfully flicking her nose, “you’re human.” she wiped the tears with the corner of her sleeves, a small laugh escaped her lips.

he smiled, "humans need break, baby.""

“i’m just so frustrated.”

he nodded, tilting her head to look at him, “i know. you’re a sorcerer and the sexiest accountant i’ve ever known and getting a master’s degree. you’re fucking awesome. no one could say otherwise. you know how many people who can do what you’re doing right now?” she shook her head, a small pout on her lips.

he grinned, “exactly.”

with the sleeve of his shirt, he gently rubbed her cheeks and the corner of her eyes, gently kissing her forehead, “i love you so much. you’re doing so good. and if you ever felt so overwhelmed, it’s okay to take a step back. and if took a couple steps too much and you fall,” he kissed her nose, “i’ll be there to catch you.” he pulled her back in his arms, rocking her slowly in the kitchen of their home. kisses scattered all over her face and shoulder, his fingers gently raking her hair back.

words were never his forte, there’s a reason why she is their household’s spokesperson. but physical love is his way of showing he cared.

tracing patterns on her skin, playing with her hair, giving kisses and hugs are his things. packing lunch for her, doing groceries together with his wife sandwiched between him and the trolley, chin rested on her shoulder and making sure she’s not overdosing on coffee daily. on some days, he would take her to the subway station, waving as her silhouette disappeared among the crowd and be there 30 minutes early to wait for her. the way her face lightened up as she saw him, a loud squeal and her running into his arms with her lunchbox clanking has become the sole reason he wants to live.

he brought her hand up, gently kissing her digits. she stopped crying, quieten in his arms. she looked up, even after crying, she looked so precious. “i have a couple papers to proofread and a report for the office. i should start now,” he nodded, unwrapping his arms with a heavy heart.

“i’ll pour you some soup, okay? we can pull all-night together.”

she smiled, “you don’t have too.”

“i enjoy spending time with you.”

it was the calmest 3 hours of his life. she multitasked, one hand with pen and mouse and another just shoving spoons of soup. they talked about their days, her smile grew wider and wider despite sprawling in front of them are papers and numbers. she went through papers and files with ease. soon, the cookies were out. it was interesting to watch a cursed human marveled at the idea of ice cream sandwiches.

“it’s cookies with ice cream in the middle? we can do that?”

she nodded, “there’s no wrong way to eat ice cream, choso.”

after a while, they moved to the couch. her leaning in his arms, typing away her report while his eyes glued to the television. she hummed some songs, fingers moving at fast speed acting like his own white noise. he reached over, his finger ghosting over her cheek, gently brushing her hair back. she didn’t break her focus, but the corner of her lips curled, and she eased closer.

“i love you,” she said.

he ruffled her hair gently, “i love you too, my wife.”

the clock ticked 1.30 am. he was so invested in the movie, he didn’t realise that his wife had fallen asleep, laptop sliding down on the sofa. making sure that her works were saved, and laptop shut and on the table where she could easily fetch tomorrow, he gently scooped her up. he laid her down, tucking her into the blanket with a kiss on her forehead.

“come to bed,”

she mumbled, grabbing his arm. scooting aside, she pulled him in her space. their lips met, arms around each other’s bodies. she settled between his neck, her breath tickled his neck, her chest pressed against his. he could hear her heart beating gently. he could feel his own wave of exhaustion hitting him with its force, his eyes closed so easily as he breathed in her scent.

“you’ll be okay,” he cooed, “i’m here for you.”

tagging @unabashednightmarepizza , @sassyeahhhh, @sukirichi lemme kno if u wanna be in my taglist or sumn

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[ophelia-writes]

fragile - xiao x reader

warnings: mild language

being one of the most prominent young designers in teyvat meant that you were on the road constantly. by now, you were used to it, of course— you had found a temporary “home” in every region that you visited. that way, if you ever had to come back, you would at least have some sort of familiarity. it just so happened that one of those homes was wangshu inn.

due to liyue being the city of commerce, you found yourself having to travel there a lot, be it for business meetings, selling your works at festivals, or even the occasional commission from some of liyue’s most affluent families. at this point you were on a first-name basis with the inn’s owner, verr goldet, and you stayed in the same room every time. you liked it there. it was quiet and peaceful, and the golden light of dihua marsh made for a surprisingly inspiring atmosphere, so you usually ended up getting some extra work done. however, tonight was one of those nights when inspiration just refused to strike.

you quietly climbed the stairs to the upper balcony, the wood floors sending a cold shock to your bare feet. you hoped that a bit of cool night air would get your ideas flowing. but when you got there, it seemed the balcony was already occupied.

leaning with his back facing you stood a slender man— a boy, even— the wind gently tussling his turquoise hair. you froze, unsure of whether you should leave and look for another spot. however, before you could turn around and make a graceful exit, the man turned around, his intense amber eyes locking with yours.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice quiet and disinterested. you stood there, gaping. there was no need to be rude! you were a guest of the inn, after all, and you just as much of a right to be there as he did.

“if you must know,” you began, folding your arms, “i needed a little fresh air. but i don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

the man scoffed. “you mortals have no respect for the adepti.”

wait, the adepti?? as in, the protectors of liyue? you thought those were only a legend. surely this asshole couldn’t be…

whatever, it didn’t matter anyway. you weren’t from liyue in the first place, so you didn’t really owe this guy anything, adeptus or not. “hm, is that so,” you replied sarcastically, setting your materials down on the balcony floor. “maybe we ‘mortals’ just have bigger problems to deal with than appeasing the egos of some hypothetical wannabe archons.” you heard the man make an indignant sound, clearly offended by your words. but you never look up from your work.

the so-called adeptus cast you a glance, watching your delicate artisan’s fingers sweep over the fabric with an elegance that he would never expect. how could someone with such a sharp tongue be so gentle with their work?

when you caught him staring, he quickly looked away, a tint of rose dusting his cheeks. “what is it, mr. adeptus? want me to make you a pretty dress too?” you teased, although you were only half joking. he would actually look pretty good in a dress.

“of course not, i—” he cut himself off, an annoyed look in his eyes. “i was simply surprised by how fragile you are.”

you dropped your needle and thread, leveling him with a deadly glare. “how what i am?” you asked incredulously, rising to your feet. “you’re the fragile one, what with your delicate ego and all.”

the adeptus crossed his arms, staring stubbornly out at the marsh below. “i don’t know why i’m even entertaining this conversation,” he said after a moment of silence. this time, his words weren’t laced with malice— honestly, he sounded rather defeated. you wondered if perhaps you had gone too far with the adepti slander. you were a bit of a diva these days, as your friends were prone to telling you. maybe coming to liyue and insulting their beloved guardians wasn’t such a great idea.

“hey, i’m sorry.” you leaned against the railing beside him, your height nearly level with his. you weren’t a particularly tall person, but for so reason you just never expected someone of his demeanor to be so… small.

so fragile, as he so kindly put it.

he let out a grunt of some kind, and you assumed that meant that he wasn’t really interested in saying anything else. “you know, if you really are an adeptus, then i guess meeting you was kind of lucky, right?” you said, almost more to yourself than to him. “i mean, some people spend their whole lives trying to seek audiences with the adepti, and here i just happened to stumble upon one during my midnight stroll. it’s kinda funny.”

you stood there in an awkward silence, not sure if he would ever respond. he did say that he was done entertaining the conversation, but still… you sighed, letting the breeze rustle your hair as you watched the peak of the sun start to rise over dihua marsh. it seemed that the two of you had been out there all night.

“look, i don’t expect us to be besties or anything, but could you at least tell me your name? it feels weird, having nothing to call you but ‘’mr. adeptus.’” you turned to look at him and saw the fresh sunlight glinting in his eyes, giving them a sparkle that they didn’t have before. he looked down, a small sigh escaping his lips.

“xiao,” he said quietly.

you can’t help but smile, somewhat pleased with yourself for getting him to give you any sort of personal information. “hmm… xiao,” you repeated, turning your gaze back to the mottled sky.

so the two of you watched the sunrise in silence, both so unbelievable fragile, yet so deceptively strong.

thank you for reading! if i’m being honest, i don’t usually plan things out before i write them, i just kinda have a general vibe or idea and then just kinda see what happens?? and this was one of those fics where idk where any of the ideas came from and tbh i don’t even know if it’s coherent lmao. but uh xiao is my absolute favorite character in genshin impact (ive been saving for his rerun for months) and i’ve been wanting to write for him but i just feel like he always ends up kinda ooc when i do. idk. anyways, that definitely won’t stop me from trying to write more for him in the future <3

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[moxfirefly]

For MIKEY with a female companion please?!?!?

59. "How mad would you be if we took a break for pizza rolls?"

47. "I know we're just friends but you're sitting on my lap and I'm so sorry if I get hard."

11. "Sit on my face immediately."

Hello there! Yes I can. Also I’m tagging @annaliaandtheturtles on this too because you basically asked for the same prompts so I hope you don’t mind friend!

Also I’ve been dying to these with my orange boi so let’s get it.

Rated Explicit/Comedy? (18+ only)

This didn’t exactly feel like a very ‘friendly’ thing to do, in fact this isn’t something friends do and while those thoughts did race in your head along with warning bells, you simply ignored it.

Because seriously, friends do not in any way shape or form platonically dry hump each other.

Naturally this evening your plans didn’t exactly consist of this to begin with. Michelangelo had shown up after patrol, looking a little more bruised up than usual and somewhat glum. He’d explained the hiccup during patrol had been partly his fault and he’d gotten the stern big brother(s) talk from all 3 of his eldest siblings.

It wasn’t fun.

Being the baby had its perks but at moments like this is truly annoyed him that at his twenty one years of age he was still being treated like this whenever he messed up. So he knew he could blow off steam with you by just being away from the Lair for the rest of night.

You noticed how affected he was by it all, the usual peppy banter not there and the way he hissed when he moved around his seat spoke of the nights events. So what? You had sat on his lap, side saddle and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You’d given him your own stern talk, but this one filled with a lot more praise for his skills, wits and strength. His blue orbs had shone, he’d really needed that.

You’d hugged him, he’d hugged back (somewhat shyly wrapping his arms around your midsection) and it had been a nice long embrace. He’d felt your hand rub his shell, he’d rubbed a soft circle on your back.

When you leaned back you gave him a quick, albeit friendly, peck on the lips. Which wasn’t a big deal, right? Of course not, so what Mikey felt his cheeks heat up? And you chuckled nervously because his lips were insanely soft?

Not. A. Big. Deal.

There had been a solid five minutes of silence with Mikey bitting the inside of his cheeks and you adjusting your weight on his lap. He had winced again some what and you feared you’d sat on some bruise. You were about stand up and let him have his reprieve when he kept you there. “Um, uh...” He swallowed, brow ridges raised. “Mikey? You alright th-“ You fixed your posture and he looked away.

“I know we’re just friends but you’re sitting on my lap and I’m so sorry if I get hard” He basically spoke it to the floor, clearly embarrassed of the predicament but more so because you did feel something rather, well hard poking your backside. Your ‘oh’ face was followed by your cheeks heating up, but something inside of you urged you on. A gentle press of your palm to his cheek moved his face back into your line of sight.

And while your brain chanted ‘you’re just friends you’re just friends YOU’RE JUST FRIENDS’ it seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. You had leaned in and kissed him.

It never dawned on you that one simple kiss could lead to such a turn of events:

That included a thorough dry hump session where the chair had started to dangerously creak. By then you had unglued yourself from him but your hands had urged him on to follow, pressed against the table Mikey had kissed you again like a possessed man. Pent up didn’t summarize it, pent up couldn’t exactly explain it. It didn’t explain the tearing of your shirt from your head or your shaking hurried hands untying the jacket around his waist. It didn’t explain you both kissing sloppily towards the living room because the bed felt too far away and Mikey was tripping on kicking off his own shoes.

The laundry list of questions that ran through Mikey’s head were pretty much the same ones you had. Would this ruin the friendship? Were the two of you secretly in love? Was being in love with your best friend a good topic to bring up when you had your hand down said best friend’s shorts?

Mikey moaned, so did you.

Questions could maybe take a back seat for now.

His eyes fell on your chest, desire evident in his pretty blue eyes and so you tore yourself away from him long enough to catch one another’s breathes and unhooked your bra. You’d never seen somebody look equal parts shocked and excited, but there he was a shaking mess as his eyes looked from your chest to your eyes. “Yes for Christ sake have at them” You half laughed and commanded him, Mikey’s ‘right right’ only made you laugh more when he cupped them.

To say he had dreamt about this moment was a true understatement. Getting to do it? Actually holding such soft pieces of flesh, and god they were soft, Mikey felt he should maybe thank god or the closest affiliate. But it still nagged at him that this was all happening with you, with his Brest friend.

His breast friend who has the softest and most beautiful-

Focus man.

“Y/n I know this is like happening but I don’t want us to be weird afterwards because you’re well my bestie dude, and well- this isn’t weird right? We’re good?” You had never seen such a level of concern for somebody literally grabbing a hold of your tits.

This was absolutely bonkers.

“Do you want to stop?” It was firm, you weren’t going to allow whatever exactly this was, cloud your judgement. Mikey’s hands slid from their hold to rest of your waist. He thought, he honest to god pushed all desire away for five excruciating seconds and thought if maybe it was best to discuss this.

It also dawned on him that he was starving.

Impressive how the mind and body work.

Mikey’s gaze landed on yours, “How mad would you be if we took a break for pizza rolls? Just to like get our bearings man, I want to do this but-” How he was doing this while still staring at your boobs was impressive, you shook your head with a smile.

“Look at your being the mature one. I guess we should talk about this first and I wouldn’t mind some pizza rolls” You picked up his jacket, opting for putting that on since it covered most of you, Mikey couldn’t help but feel kinda giddy about that. He also couldn’t help his smile when you grabbed his hand and went back to the kitchen with him in toe.

Having a beautiful girl in nothing but his jacket pulling out two bags of Tostino’s pizza rolls while simultaneously trying to curb your hard on to take a break, was no easy feat for him. “I’ve got five cheese and pepperoni, who am I asking of course you want pepperoni, you want the entire bag?” You were already depositing the entire bag on the tray, going over to turn the oven on (because you knew how he hated when it was microwaved).

Mikey blinked at you.

You were making him pizza rolls, in the oven, you were giving him a Costco size bag all for himself, you were beautiful and absolutely a smokeshow of a woman.

“Holy shit I’m in love with you” It dawned on him so easily and so clearly and so abruptly.

You smiled, he looked so adorably flustered but happy. Mikey being happy due to you had always done that, it had always made you warm and excited. Somewhere along those lines the answer was there, it had just decided to announce itself now.

“I’m in love with you too, I can’t believe it took us nearly fucking” You covered your mouth, laughter bubbling up to the surface, Mikey couldn’t help it too, he started laughing with you. After a few seconds the two of you sighed contended with each other’s confessions.

You walked over towards him and threw your arms around him. Mikey hugged you tightly, your aroma so pleasant and comforting, he was happy it would be on his hoodie for a few days. He liked it even more that he would get to feel you like this, against him all warm and soft.

“Do you maybe wanna try this again and we’ll eat the pizza rolls afterwards?” You asked a little embarrassed by how turned on you still were.

He could have a beautiful girl? He could have pizza rolls with said beautiful girl afterwards? And she liked him back too?

“Sit on my face immediately” He responded without hesitation.

#tmnt bayverse #mikey tmnt #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo x female reader #michelangelo tmnt #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #Mikey #Michelangelo #ask #lithebunnyq #annaliaandtheturtles #smut prompts #ns*w

[bestiepetedavidson]

Can I request hcs what Pete would do when you're standing in the middle of the night at his door, after a break up with your now ex boyfriend? Thankss ❣

yes! this game me inspo and i’m going to try to do a written-out story if that’s ok! :)

a/n: y’all this is the first story ish thing i’ve ever written so i apologize if it’s really bad/cringey! i feel like it’s extremely choppy but idrk how to fix it. constructive critism/suggestions/etc is ALWAYS appreciated! thank u! <3

song to listen to: i’m thinking adore you by bestie harry? idk it just fits hehe

tw: angst? i think? idk this is my first time writing this much lol. some strong language. ending with fluff :)

it was almost 3 am on a saturday night, pouring rain and thundering, and you were left crying on your now ex’s doorstep. you ran into your car, soaking wet. your boyfriend/girlfriend of 3 years, the person you were gonna marry- had just dumped you. they cheated on you with your best friend.

you had no one to talk to and nowhere to go. you’re pretty introverted, and the only people you really had were your ex-best friend, your ex, and your friend pete. and pete’s friends too, technically. they were mainly his friends but you would all hang out together, none of which you felt comfortable enough to go to.

you called pete- no answer. he probably still hasn’t left 30 Rock. but anyways, he had a lot on his plate. you continued to bawl as tears rolled down your cheeks and your mascara smudged underneath your eyes. you broke down and you couldn’t stop. he/she broke your heart into a million pieces in the matter of seconds. the past 3 years of your life had gone to waste.

you decided to just drive. you didn’t have anywhere to go because you were staying with him/her. you just drove around aimlessly for 20 minutes, still crying the whole time. then, you got a phone call. “pete”, your phone read. thank god. quickly, you pulled into a random grocery store’s parking lot. you picked the phone up and your bluetooth connected to your car.

“y/n” pete said. he sounded tired.

“yeah?” you responded, still crying.

“what happened? is everything okay?”

you tried to explain what had just happened, but you were too much of a crying mess for him to make out anything you were saying.

pete, confused, told you “y/n, i’m sorry, i can’t understand what you’re saying”. he took a deep breath, and continued. “do you want to come over? i just got home from work. we can talk it out”. his voice sounded worried

you agreed and hung up, and set your google maps to his apartment address. you started to blast a random spotify breakup playlist and drove.

~

a little later, at around 3:40, you finally made it. still soaking wet from the rain, you took the elevator up to his floor. you had somewhat calmed down, but you looked like you’ve been through a trainwreck. you knocked on pete’s door and he opened it to see you in your current state. the moment you saw him you just broke down, and he pulled you into a hug without saying anything.

so there you two were. just standing in the middle of the building’s hallway, hugging. in the middle of the night. he didn’t care that you were getting him and his clothes wet, and he didn’t care that he couldn’t go to sleep. he was simply focused on you and what was going on. he softly rubbed your back, and every time you would start shake uncontrollably again, he’d just hug you harder.

eventually, he suggested going back in. “y/n, let’s go inside and sit. you can tell me what’s going on and i’ll do my best to help.”

he held the door for you to go in, and you walked in and sat on his couch. he sat right next to you and there was a moment of silence before he decided to speak up. “hey.. y/n look at me. please.”

his words only made you cry more. he place his hand on your chin and slowly lifted it, giving you a slight “please tell me what’s going on” smile.

you took his hand off of your face and held on to his thumb. you were luckily able to get a hold of yourself and explained to him what had just happened, crying in between sentences. he didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second. he stayed there and listened to absolutely everything you had to stay, his thumb still in your hand. by the time you were done, any trace of makeup that was still on your eyes was a done deal, and it was all smeared on your cheeks. he took a deep breath and gave his opinions.

“wow.. y/ex/n is a fucking scumbag. no like seriously, what the actual fuck. who would do that? and especially to someone like you.. y/n you deserve so much better than that piece of shit. fuck him/her.”

you cried, and responded with “no, he/she’s right. i wasn’t worth it and y/bsf/n is so much better fit for him/her. she’s so much prettier and smarter and just better”

pete took a second. “y/n that is so fucking wrong. you can’t say that about yourself. you are beautiful and smart and amazing in every single way. anybody would be lucky as fuck to date you.”

you simply shrugged, he knew that he couldn’t technically change your mind and that you weren’t in a state to really believe that, so you just let it be. he took both of his hands and cupped your face.

“you are perfect.” he tried to wipe your cheeks with his thumbs but it only made things worse, spreading it all across your face. you looked across the room at that large mirror he had hanging on the wall and went “ah”, making fun of the way he made it look.

“hey, at least we have matching raccoon eyes now” pete said, smiling. to that you giggled, and he responded with “gahhh, there’s that smile i love”, as he hugged you again.

still sniffling but now with a smile on your face, you whispered “thank you” in his ear.

“anytime. and listen, you don’t get to talk about my best friend like that.” he responded

sending him another smile, you went to his bathroom to wash your face.

best friend, he said. nothing more.

while you still loved your ex boyfriend/girlfriend, you always secretly had a crush on pete. it was ever anything you would’ve acted on though. first of all, because of your friendship. you wouldn’t want to ruin the way things were. second, because you were dating someone. you loved them and you wouldn’t just cheat... but apparently they would. and did. third, you had just had your heart broken. you were in no state of mind to just go and admit your crush. but god, was it tempting. and it’s not like if you were to, you would want to start dating him. he most likely wouldn’t like you back, and even if he did, you wouldn’t want to date. you learned that you needed to take things slow, and pete knew that about himself too.

you walked back out, and you noticed that pete was in the kitchen, making tea. he knows that you love it. he saw you glaring and smiled, going “what? you love it.” you started to giggle because pete is absolutely not a tea person, but the gesture is just so cute. “shut up,” pete jokingly went, “we’re watching spongebob to help calm you and you’re sleeping here tonight”

“oh petey! how you’re just the sweetest!” you mocked him, smiling at each other.

you went to his closet to get a bunch of blankets, and soon enough, y’all were sitting & cuddling on his couch, watching spongebob on his couch, drinking tea, and cuddled up in a multitude of blankets. you were still worn out from sobbing and very tired, but. it was the perfect comfort spot. he always knew what to do. he was your comfort person.

he started smoking a blunt, (that’s pete for you) and he offered if you wanted a hit, but you declined. smirking, he decided to put it out. after an episode, it was already 4 am. you knew he was tired and so were you, so you suggested going to sleep, but pete insisted that y’all finish the episode. neither of you were really paying attention but it was kind of just playing in the background.

pete starts talking about random stuff going on, life stuff, making little jokes, the SNL show that he just did, etc etc. he’s sitting back on the couch and you’re on his side, head on his chest. you’ve cuddled platonically before so it’s nothing new. you’re both watching the screen and going in and out of conversation. at some point, you lift your head up off his chest, and you just stare at him while he’s continuing his story. he doesn’t really notice you getting up, and continues to talk about a recent standup he did.

watching his face, his jaw moving, talking, the way he speaks and the way his voice sounds, something changes in you and you feel the urgent need to kiss him. he notices that you’re looking at him. he turns his head and looks down at you. the second he notices that you’re staring at him, his words slowly fade out and he just looks into your eyes, forgetting what he as saying before. you’re still in his arms, but your head is up and you’re just staring at each other. there’s about 5 inches between your faces, and your heart starts racing. his does too.

“pete” you quietly whisper.

he softly presses his lips into yours and you kiss him back. his hand runs through your hair. his lips are perfect and it’s like you two were made for each other. the kiss lasts for like 10 seconds, and he slowly pulls away. you’re both at a loss for words, and you’re still staring into each other’s eyes. pete, breathless, quickly glances that the digital clock underneath his tv.

“wow,” pete says. “i’ve been waiting for as long as i can remember for this to happen and it happens at 4:20,” slowly creeping up a smile.

“i kno-” you start to respond, when you fully realize what he just said. you cackle out and can’t stop laughing, neither can he.

you pull him back into you as you’re both still giggling and you softly make out for a little longer. eventually you fall asleep in his arms, right on his couch. with spongebob still playing in the background :)

i hope u enjoyed my very first mess of a story <3 requests are open!

🤍🤍🤍

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x you

[theyarebothgunshot]

this is exactly how it went down in my head.

misha: hey, everything okay? do you need me to do something?

jensen: no, lay low. we’re figuring it out.

misha: got it.

— the next day —

misha: things settled. should i say anything? draw attention? stay neutral?

jensen: you don’t have to, but if you want, tread lightly. we’ve had enough chaos.

misha: say no more.

when nobody got your back you KNOW dmitri got your back.

ANYWAYS i turned my back for TWO MINUTES and y'all went the fuck off in my inbox so, you know the drill: more under the cut

NO BUT JENSEN’S RESPONSE LMAAAAAO honestly fallout theory is so on oh my God I can’t stop-

on god they are so loud like-

Worst damage control i've ever seen. god bles.

so true bestie

I think Jensen probably just wants to be done with this petty little drama, so if he has to pretend everything between them is okay he is going to be the bigger man and lay it to rest. Whatever is going on between them he definitely doesn't want to sort that out on social media and the earlier he pretends everything is sorted out the earlier people will forget about it again.

Also it's kinda funny how J*red Tweet was like implying they had a misunderstanding but still talk to each other regularly, while Jensen went full on the we grow apart a little bit, because we were busy, let's catch back up. Makes me wonder if they actually talked or if there managers just said hey that's not good pr, let's put that to rest. Also did J*red know before yesterday that they had a falling out or did he just not realize.

- 🐌 anon

literally jensen went out of his way to say 'uhhh we never talk, worstie' god if pr management is involved then they did a bad job. also j*red still does not realise they have fallen out. jshfjdsfh

Jackles was like God bless but we ain’t talking like this worstie

good for her.gif

csdsc heeft gevraagd:

All I need now is for Misha to tweet “ is it safe to come out now?” And I’ll be complete lmfao 😂😂😂

that would have been better than what we got lmfao

I have one fear and it's Jensen being forced to add j*red to his show and his other projects because he couldn't stop whining like a baby,,, ugh i hate him

i pretend i do not see

Kinda selfish of me tbh but i don't want them to be "friends" again, Jensen sweetie run as fast as you can

co-signed

Ok Jensen's answer to Jared tweet made me feel so bad for him. Like, I can see it's damage control and public relations (obviously) but there's stuff behind it. I can't name it, but idk, I felt terrible for texas man this time, I don't think that reply was written with a "love and light energy" or even without much care. I felt some heavy vibes.

- 🌻, who is now a fortune teller and a prophet apparently

yeah i feel hella bad for him to, for having to deal with this shit. nonnie please if you ever have anything to predict, lemme know sjdfhs

You know Jensen's tweet has the energy of like kindergarten wenn an other kid started a fight with you and the kindergarten teacher wants you to forgive each other and hung it out and you really don't want to, but your kindergarten teacher is being annoying and he isn't worth the annoyance either.

- 🐌 anon

you are not wrong

Incredibly thankful that I have the day off from work 😂 I'm with hatching chick anon, the 3 dots read as passive aggressive/insincere to me, and I love it! I haven't spent this many hours on tumblr since I first discovered cockles! (On a side note, the lack of fimmf posts today has me feeling like it's not friday lol) -🐢

i, too, miss fimmf but alas things happen, they do they do they do

I was right. :(

It got almost romantic...

👀

nonnie you know i love you but this is really not the case, like, at all??? idk how you could look at those tweets and think it was almost romantic. it was THEE most scripted, pr bullshit ever. it was staged and fake. idk what else to tell ya

Danneel liked Jensen's tweet

i saw

That is so so awkward I feel so sorry for all of us being exposed to this and so happy I chose to leave the Internet for half a day - tea anon

god bless your stance on that cause i would have hated missing out on this lmao

You know what? I think it’s okay being a 38 year old moron if you’re bringing us this type of content

im happy with the food but still think its not okay tbh

pspspsps Misha this is the perfect day for you to drop the gay Cas essay pspspspsp it is still pride month pspspsps

you know you want to king pspsps

So that JIB6 link (I think it was from your post, right?). I went and watched that bit, and a little more.

Jensen makes a comment about Jared being first on the call sheet because Sam was supposed to be the main focal character.

And that him nor Misha cared about what number they were, so in all that time it never changed.

And I’ll be… if that just doesn’t perfectly sum them up and their feelings on things. And how a certain someone can be petty… 🦚

idk if it was from my post? but maybe? my analysis probably? but yeah things are making more and more sense huh

Ohh that's also an alien? Welcome to the extraterrestial family then, purple alien anon!

Also it's probably because I'm coming off the high this drama gave me but I'm not looking forward to them trying so hard to convince us everything is normal between them. Even though we now Know, they will have to keep pretending. Today (yesterday?) was a shitshow but some masks fell off, at least for a moment and I kinda wish Jensen was less professional 😂

👽

oh for real, fallout theory IS confirmed and nothing they said today will change my mind, it only made me believe in it even more lmfao and with that in mind i am just gonna sip my tea if they try to be buddy buddy on main again

I THINK MISHA UNRETWEETED BUT HE TWEETED "LOVE AND MISS YOU BOTH" I'M LOSING MY DIGNITY HERE - tea anon

yeah he now answered them sjdfhsjfhsf instead of rt

MISHA COLLINS IS A KING I STAN THE RIGHT MAN

YOU SURE DO

I just know Misha’s process was oh crap I have to let people know I’m supporting them and I can’t choose sides. Ok. Retweet. NO. Delete. I love both of you. Yes, good.

sjdfsdfh this makes me think of that post that dissected jackles' birthday post for misha where he used the heart. 'call him bro, that makes it less obvious. nailed it.'

Lol I'm off for a few days and come back to total chaos... God I missed it here

Like the "et tu... #bravo" tweet? Made my day! Frikking hilarious (every time I see it I picture J*red with a pissy frech accent saying it out loud lol) it's just such an incredibly petty hissy fit he threw (I know he tweeted more later on but... Really all that stuff coming afterwards just sounds like damage control)

Missed you Rose

-🐻

LOVE the french accent detail im gonna do this too sdjfhsjfh missed you toooo!!!!

Oh man Misha is really gonna get hate for that I KNOW IT

sigh well. nothing he isnt used to by now, unfortunately

i mean i believe they feel like brothers, but constantly falling back on the “brother” thing to keep up appearances is really starting to feel like “#spnfamily” at this point.

honestly brothers can be very annoying, or so i have heard, so it fits with the fallout theory lmao

They actually said if we’re gonna make this gay we cannot have Jar*d Pad*lecki involved

oh my God this is the funniest timeline to ever exist God bless I’m just waiting to canon bi Mary

king shit tbh

#snail anon #csdsc #sunflower anon #turtle anon #eyes anon #tea anon #peacock anon #alien anon #bear anon #THAT WAS A LOT #anyways next time im just gonna spam you all fsfsgdsgd

[tokyokookmin]

Hey, there kesh.Before I start asking you I just wanted to tell you that I really like your blogs and it's my safe place. I am 10 years old (hope that I'm old enough to be here lololololololol) I have read most of your posts and you have told us about your bond with your mum and how BTS made your bond even stronger, I'm dealing with stress and anxiety due to school, examinations and just that I feel that I'm useless. I don't even pay attention in classes anymore, and I HATE that. I have read how @stormblessed95 and her family are BTS armies too and my bond with my mum is not that strong. I really want to introduce them to her but how should I? I don't even talk too much with her, she's busy and so am I. I know that even she is going thru some stress due to work at home, and it must be really hard for her to juggle everything on one plate. How can I bond with her? Can you share your experience????? I love jikook, keep going and don't stop. /: ///:

My sweet anon, this is so heartwarming. I have met people of various religions, generations, and genders throughout this whole blogging journey of mine. Everyone has a right to speak and to voice out their opinion regardless of any age. First of all, I really appreciate the support. I'm pleased to know that I can become a source of comfort in any way.

I'm dealing with stress and anxiety due to school, examinations and just that I feel that I'm useless. I don't even pay attention in classes anymore, and I HATE that.

Anon, it's okay to take a break at certain times. Trust me. I hope that you would mind this few cents of mine about my education and studying process. I hope that by sharing my experience, I would be able to make you and much more of our sweeties more inspired. I wasn't that smart and I didn't really care about school. Here, many parents wish for their children to be successful and smart. I come from a family which takes education as an important matter. My dad is a professor and my mum is an ex-nurse. I started training since standard 1 ( which is 7 yrs old ) and I used to do my exercises forcefully just because I wanted to play lol. Little did I know that I scored a high mark for my exams lmao. Since then I started taking my education seriously and the results did pay off. Not all tho. There we're bittersweet memories. I once scored position number 2 in the whole school and standard during Standard 5 and I cried so so hard. ( I know that it's really stupid but I wasn't satisfied with my results lol, it's okay to take a break, sometimes your mental health is more important) My overall positions in school was steady (1 &2). I'm not bragging, just sharing my experience.

my bond with my mum is not that strong. I really want to introduce them to her but how should I? I don't even talk too much with her, she's busy and so am I.

Anon, how do answer this? I often watch RUN BTS with my mum and usually hang out at night once my lectures end + assignments too lol. ( do remember that I'm the only child so there might be differences) Maybe try asking her out after school or whenever she's free. Don't force her, she will take time to adjust. I can't advise much sorry for that sweetie <3

Any mommy bloggers here who want to advise this lovely anon? Feel free to share your mommy daughter/ family BTS time.

Sweetie, good luck with your studies. I wish you the best. Sending lots of hugs virtually <3. Do remember that your mum is your ONLY ONE BESTIE in life, so if you do need to speak regarding something, please talk to your mum... she only wishes the best for you. You can trust her.

#kookmin #jikook #jimin #jungkook #anon #ask #mummysgirl #mummy #babie girl #sweetie !!! #your mummy is your only bestie that you can trust

[cubexr]

My first ever newsies fic :D I got this idea ages ago. It was actually going to be a longer fic that I never ended up writing, but I loved this scene so much that I just had to write it, and maybe in the future if people like it, I might continue, who knows... enjoy <3

LOOKING FOR FINCH

Kind of modern era redfinch but more like Race and Albert being chaotic besties, Race trying to play the match maker and fangirling over birds and Albert acting like he doesn't believe in love at first sight

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“Did you get his phone number?” Race asked Albert, who had just made his way back to their table.

“No”, Albert answered shortly. He would never admit it to Race, but he felt disappointed. It had taken him a while to even build up the courage to talk with that cute boy, but now it all felt like it was worth nothing. He hadn’t asked his phone number or his social media, so they would probably never meet again. Great.

“But you liked him, right?” Race asked.

“Yeah, I guess”, Albert said. Yes, he had liked him. They had hit it off right away until the guy had noticed the time, said ‘it was nice to meet you’, and left very quickly. Why, that he didn't tell.

“Then why don't you have his number?” Race asked, interrupting Albert's thoughts.

“Oh, because I found out that he is a time traveler from the 1800s and doesn’t have a phone,” Albert deadpanned. “You idiot, because I didn’t ask for his number of course.

Race raised his eyebrows.

“Okay Einstein, what are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean what I am going to do now? Finish this cupcake and leave is my best guess.”

“About the guy! What are you going to do with him? Are you just going to forget that this dreamy boy ever crossed paths with you and move on? Just like that?”

“Well,” Albert said and took a bite of his cupcake. “That is pretty much the plan, yeah.”

“You know that I am not going to let you do that,” Race said and grinned. “We will find him or we will die trying.”

Albert rolled his eyes. He knew there was nothing that could stop his best friend now.

“So,” Race started. “Did you get any information out of him?”

“He thinks that chocolate cake here is absolutely delicious but coffee could be better. He also told me that he doesn’t come here often so no, before you even suggest that I spend all my free time here hoping that he would come back, not going to happen. This isn’t some cheesy romcom and we should just let it go,” Albert noticed that Race was going to interrupt so he continued before the other one could say anything. “It is not worth it. Seriously. It was just some guy. Yeah, we had a fun chat but it lasted like five minutes. Could we just drop it?”

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and for a moment there Albert actually thought that Race was considering his words.

“Sorry to break it to you but the information you just gave me was absolutely useless,” Race said, ignoring completely everything else Albert had tried to say. “Give me something I can use. I got to agree tho, chocolate cake is heavenly”

“Race…”

Race sighed, and looked at Albert. There was something almost sad in his eyes, and this sudden change of emotion made Albert forget what he was even going to say.

“Hey, Albert, listen to me for a moment here,” Albert was so caught off guard by the sudden seriousness of Race’s voice, that he didn’t even try to stop him. “I know you liked him. Sorry buddy, but you are not that hard to read. And it was more like 20 minutes you two were talking, not five. See, you didn’t even notice how fast time went by. And I saw your face when he left and I think the last time you looked that disappointed was the time I couldn’t fit three tennis balls into my mouth. I am aware that this might be totally useless but can’t we even try? So what we never find him, at least you didn’t just give up like that.”

Albert stared at Race, not quite knowing how to respond to that. Race was hardly ever this serious and reasonable. Had it really been 20 minutes? Could Race actually be right for the first time in his life?

“Okay.”

“What? Are you for real?” Boom, happy Race was back. Albert rolled his eyes again.

“Yes yes don’t make a big deal out of it. What do you want to know?”

“His name.”

“His name?”

“You heard me.”

Albert sighed. “Finch.”

Moment of silence.

“Finch?” Race said, amused.

“You heard me.”

“Yes I did but did you hear him? Finch? Isn’t that like a bird?” Race said, sounding now way too amused to Albert’s liking. Albert nodded.

“There is no way his name is actually Finch.”

“Says who, Race? Like that is a normal name.”

“Sweetheart, that is not my real name.” Race said.

“Yeah Sherlock, maybe Finch isn’t his real name either. People go by nicknames all the time. Like Buttons for example. Or Specs.”

“Yeah but they are our friends. That’s why we call them that.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me Specs’ real name then.”

“What?”

“Our friend Specs. I am pretty sure that is not his actual name. Can you tell me what it is?” Albert asked, and now it was his turn to be amused.

Race went quiet, clearly trying to think for an answer to the question. After a moment, he let out a frustrated sound.

“No, that is not the point. The point is, that ‘Finch’ will get us nowhere,” Race said.

“But that is all that I got, so,” Albert smirked. “So, maybe we should just give up.”

“No!” Race almost shouted. He was not going to let Albert win. “Yes, Finch is good we will work with that.”

Race pulled his phone from his pocket and started searching.

Albert was almost sure there was nothing to be found. It was ridiculous, there was no way Finch was the guy’s actual name. Maybe surname? No, that seemed unlikely too. Maybe he had just lied to-

“Look, Al! Look what I found” Race screamed suddenly.

Small hope woke up in Albert.

“What? What did you find?”

“There is a literal finch fan page, look! I mean for the birds, actual finches. It has like 400 hundred pics of different kinds of finches, this is wild! Do you think same person took all of the pictures or-”

“Oh my god Race, I actually thought you found something.” Albert could barely hide his growing frustration. The hope that had just been there was gone. “Come on, try to concentrate, this was your idea not mine- Oh my god did you just follow the god damn finch fan page?”

“Maybe I did,” Race said happily. “These pictures are actually super cool, I never knew there were so many different kinds of finches, I thought it was just one bird”

“Race please, this is getting us nowhere.”

“Oh my god, maybe it’s him! Maybe he is a big finch nerd and that is how he got his nickname!”

Albert laughed. “If it’s his page then I don’t think our interests match enough for me to reach out. And he didn’t exactly seem like a guy who’d be that into some birds.”

“What do you know, you talked for like five minutes.”

“Hey, you said it was twenty!” Albert said and kicked Race under the table.

“Ouch! Okay, okay, it’s probably not him. We should keep looking,” Race said.

“You still think we will find him?” Albert asked. After all, there still was a small amount of hope left in him. Just a little bit.

“Of course!” Race said cheerfully. “We will find him. And in your wedding this will be an excellent story in my best man speech.”

thank u so much for reading <3333

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies fic #newsies modern au #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #finch cortez #redfinch #platonic ralbert

[heaven-in-a-wild-flower]

Congrats bestie!

💚 for academic rivals to lovers

Thank you! <3 <3 <3

Okay, I'll name the characters Y and W and use they/them pronouns for both because it's gender neutral (feel free to replace them with any other names/pronouns in your head as you read). Enjoy!

Y

I can't believe this is happening. It feels like every hope I've ever had has been trampled and crushed to a pulp. Every bit of sun in the sky is shrouded by dark, dark clouds. Every cell in my body-

"Oy! Stop that!" V says, smacking me on the arm.

"Hey! What was that for?" I say, rubbing my arm, he (V) works out way too much.

"I know you're dramatising everything in your head. It's not that big a deal, W just got half a mark more than you," he says narrowing his eyes at me, already knowing how I'll react.

"It's not just half a mark. It's half a mark! And it's more! It doesn't matter by how much!" I'm indignant, V just doesn't get it. He isn't that focused on academics and he doesn't have an academic nemesis like I do!

He just sighs. I know he's annoyed, this is our daily, sometimes even hourly ritual.

"And you want to know what the worst part is?!"

"I don't, but I'm sure you'll tell me."

I ignore that and continue, "They got that extra half mark by arguing with the teacher, and when I tried to do the same, the teacher told me that she can't just give extra marks to everyone! How is that fair?!" I'm a little out of breath, and I know my eyes are wide and my cheeks are flushed.

"Okay, come on, I can barely deal with this on a full stomach, so I certainly can't with it on an empty one. Let's go for lunch," he says wrapping one hand around my wrist so we don't get lost in the crowd and tugging me to lunch.

***

We have physics next and they're in it. They who must not be named, oh screw that, it's W. We've been arch-nemeses from 1st grade. It all began when they finished a colouring activity before me, turned to me and stuck their tongue out at me. Oh, to lose would have been one thing but the humiliation of being made fun of for it, and to add insult to injury the teacher displayed their colouring sheet on the wall and not mine. Granted theirs was way neater, but it's the principle of the matter.

They take a seat right at the front as usual. And I take mine adjacent to them but far enough that they can't sabotage me. As the teacher drones on and writes derivations on the board, my mind drifts and lands on W, as usual. Soon my eyes have followed.

How can they just sit there with their perfect braids and soulful deep brown eyes- it's just infuriating! I memorise all their features as if there'll be a test on it soon (it'll probably be useful in some way). Brown skin, lightened acne marks, heart shaped scar near their forehead, sharp eyebrows, big nose, wide mouth for evil smiles (Y, their smiles are not evil, the V in my head says). Even this is unfair, they're just sit there paying attention to class and they look so- ugh!

I quickly switch my attention back to the teacher. For all I know this could be a scheme to distract me. The rational part of me says that this is how they look everyday, but the rest of me insists that they probably just look this striking to distract me.

I feel their eyes on me so I quickly turn to look at them. They stare deeply into my eyes (I'm drowning in them, this is definitely a distraction tactic). Then they offer me a smile, a small goading smile and look back at the teacher. I'd almost say they were blushing because their neck looks red, but I know they're not. They're just pleased that they distracted me even more. Gah, pay attention!

***

It's Chemistry class now and we're paired together, as always. I have to sit next to them to make sure they don't cheat or anything. So, of course, we get paired together (this job fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction).

They smile at me. "Hey." I know this sounds innocent to you, but this is their plan. They've been trying it on me all year long. They're trying to get me to trust them and then bam, they'll stab me in the back. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that.

"Hey," I respond, neutrally. It's better for me not to reveal that I've realised their scheme. It'll give me the upper hand eventually.

"Do you know what we're supposed to do in this experiment?" they ask. Ha! They thought they could stump me with that? Just by pretending to look confused and question whether I know the experiment? Well, I studied it thoroughly yesterday and I know not to fall for their tricks, so I explain it to them. They nod and smile again (when will they stop with this act? But I guess it's better that they don't know I know and keep doing it. Yeah it's better they continue all that smiling and twirling their hair).

We complete the experiment easily. See, this is another reason I have to be paired with them. If not, they might try to sabotage me. But now, they won't because it'll affect their own grade in the process.

***

I have a break period, so I go to the library and sit in one of my favourite nooks with a book. Suddenly there's a shadow above me.

"Hmm?" I look up.

"May I sit with you?" It's W. Their navy blazer and slacks look perfectly pressed and smooth.

"Okay." I guess this'll be good. I can figure out what they're studying from and if they do any extra reading.

We read in silence for a while. From time to time I check that they're not too ahead of me and I feel them checking out the same thing for me.

Then we both turn to look at the other at the same time. I freeze for a moment, caught in that deep brown gaze. Their lips look glossy (that's irrelevant). They lean forward and quickly smack a kiss onto my cheek.

I'm so dazed that they get the time to quickly gather their bag and run off.

"Hey! Wait!" I run after them, once I've regained my senses. I want them to...explain what that was, no I just...I want....more. More of...that. I blush bright red and run faster.

#thank you for the ask #hope you enjoyed #I haven't ever written this trope so I hope I did it justice #academic rivals to lovers #academic rivals