#bones' pout is a lot lmao

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OP Men When You're Injured

Context: I don't mean mortally injured, I'm talking something not too serious that kind of inhibits your movement like a broken bone or recovery from a surgery

Law, Kid, Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Law

A/N: can we get a little commotion for this gif tho?? Why is he so perfect?? 😭

Law as a doctor is perfectly normal about your injury. He knows with some rest and eventual rehabilitation you'll be just fine. No big deal.

He makes sure you're healing well and comfortable, like he would with any patient

Law as your boyfriend is different.

In the case of an injury with no risk of infection, he'll press a kiss to it. Yes, like he's kissing your boo-boo 🥹

Law does not leave your side. He is your shadow. Where you go, he's right beside you or at the very least in the same room as you.

At first he deadass tries to convince you he's not lingering at all and he's the same as he always is.

But you both know he's lying. He practically moves his office wherever you decide to be for the day.

He can't help himself. What if you fall? What if you reinjure yourself? He's so pressed about the worst case scenarios, and given his past, can you blame him?

He quietly grumbles and pouts about his own "irrational" behavior because he knows in reality you can absolutely go about your day. You're a little slower but you're fine. But he just can't let you. As soon as you start to struggle, he's right beside you offering to help.

If you're aggravated by his hovering, he's twice as annoyed by it. He's literally so frustrated with himself lmao, you might end up having to comfort him instead.

Even if he complains (is it really complaining if he's actually happy lol) you're happy because all this extra time around you makes him extra affectionate. Law snuggles close to you, justifying his closeness by explaining how physical affection can lower cortisol levels.

KID

Oh Kid smh 😔he has no idea how to treat you so he just decides to behave like everything's normal lmao

Legitimately though, even if a inanimate object is what caused your injury, he's destroying it. Just out of pure fury that you were hurt.

He'll huff when you fall behind or have trouble doing something, but he just can't leave you to suffer

He's a man of action lol so he'll probably end up doing things for you just for efficiency sake. You're walking too slow? He picks you up. Can't grab or hold something? He'll do the whole thing for you and next time you try to do the same thing you find he's made something to make it a lot easier for you while you heal.

Anything you need to assist you he'll happily build.

If you have a cast or anything like that, he's gonna draw all over it (honestly, the whole crew will. You're gonna have the most bad ass cast ever)

He absolutely calls you a baby for wincing or complaining. He doesn't mean it...mostly.

If he's not keeping an eye on you than Killer is.

It's not like he's worried or anything! Fuck you for saying that!! He just doesn't want to hear or see you whining and complaining. It's annoying. Okay, sure Kid.

He genuinely hate seeing you in pain though, even if it's just wincing it reminds him of losing his arm and he never wants you to experience anything close to that.

ACE

Ace is your little emotional support boyfriend...or maybe it's the other way around 🤭.

He'll curl up at your side while you recuperate and completely dozes off.

He takes looking after you very seriously and asks Marco lots of questions, even if there's not a whole lot he can do.

He doesn't pity you, but he does feel really bad. Even if it was just an accident, he hates seeing you limited in any way.

He might accidentally treat you like you're made of glass.

It's just because he cares a lot, and he really doesn't want anything else to happen to you.

Every single morning he wakes up and asks how you're feeling or if you're in any pain.

There's a lot of people on the Moby Dick and accidents happen all the time, so don't be surprised when he literally clears a way for you to traverse around the ship.

I'm not saying he's impatient buuuut he will definitely glare at whatever part of you is injured and say, "Jeez, can you heal up already?"

He gives you space, but only if you ask for it. He just doesn't want you to feel like you're ever in this alone.

LUFFY

Luffy is neither patient nor gentle lol but he's extremely loyal

He'll goof off and continue to go on adventures, but he's not gone for long

Even his crew is surprised when tells them he's not going to get distracted because he knows you're back on the Sunny waiting for them.

He's always bringing cool things back to you since you can't do as much as you usually can. Just because you can't be right beside him doesn't mean you have to miss everything.

God bless him he's gonna try to bring you some meat so you'll heal faster 🤭.

He'll absolutely forget you're injured at some point and probably tackle hug you.

The last thing he'll let you do is stay cooped up in bed unless Chopper insists that you have to. Even if you need to rest you can do it right next to him on the head of the Sunny, right?

Exactly like Ace he's going to frown at whatever part of you is injured and say, "Jeez, can you heal up already?!"

He gets whatever you need and probably overdoes it. Need a glass of water? He just straight up brings you the whole barrel.

More is better! Besides, you need to hurry up and get better!

ZORO

He's not worried. He's so chill about it, actually. ...Until you start to move around.

The way he switches up is laugh worthy. He goes from nonchalant to overprotective in an instant.

He practically holds his breath as you make your way around the Sunny, watching you like a hawk.

Admittedly, he does tease you a little. He'll grab things for you, but hold them out of your reach or call you a little turtle if you move slower. He thinks it's very cute hehe.

For better or for worse, Zoro's not a hypocrite. He won't hound you to take it easy if you think you're up to a task. Even if Chopper really wishes he would.

He still won't leave you though, unless you're resting and stationary, he's by your side.

Zoro is your attack dog boyfriend. There's no way anyone (*ahem* Luffy) is fooling around too close to you. There's not going to be a chance you could get hurt more or reinjured.

When you're alone he checks in with you to make sure you're okay, not because he's shy about being soft in front of people but more so to protect your privacy.

He kind of likes doing extra things for you, he won't say it out loud but it makes him really happy when he can do things while you recover. He considers taking care of someone he loves to be such an honor.

SANJI

Unless whatever injured you is vitally important (e.g. the Sunny), he's kicking the shit out of it on principle because how dare anything even dare to hurt you lmao

Are you surprised that he dotes on you hand and foot? You shouldn't be.

I think it also goes without saying he is cooking you best meals.

They're gonna have to tie him down when it comes time for your rehabilitation because he wants to do everything for you.

He's such a sweet heart! He leaves you little messages like "you're doing great!" and "I love you!"

Literally this man lives with you on the ship and he still got you flowers, a get well card, and a little stuffed animal like he's not going to see you every single day

He loves carrying you (as long as it's Chopper approved). He's beaming down the sunny with you in his arms.

He makes the cutest little picnics so you can eat comfortably

Sanji's also an emotional support boyfriend lol. In between cooking for the crew and other duties, he's curled up right next to.

He might coddle you a little too much but it's just because he loves you so so so much

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader headcanon #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #kid x reader #ace x reader #roronoa zoro #portgas d ac #trafalgar law

[enjisbf]

Hungry man

° Pairing: Enji Todoroki x fem!reader

word count: 935 words

summary: During the first heat spent together, Enji finally gets a taste of your slick. Also, reader has a quirk that gives her bunny attributes (ears and tail + behaviour)

warnings: nsfw (duh), lots of pet names, fingering (fem receiving from herself and m), praises and thigh riding! (if i missed anything, pls tell me!)

author's notes: I need to get this out there before it consumes my whole being, folks. This is basically the origin of pussywhipped!enji lmao. The idea wouldn't leave my mind ever since I revisited this fic by @nyxronomicon (great great great writer by the way, i devour all of their fics so check it out <3). Actually, that fic could be the continuity of this one if you don't think too hard. Anywayz, I'm rambling I know most of you just want the unhinged thoughts sooo hope you enjoy !!! <3 Again, any mispells or mistakes left are my fault ;-; (tried to proofread it but blergh boring)

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The first time Enji had gotten a taste of your sweet ambrosia, it had been an accident. It happened during your first heat spent together. You were being such a sweet bunny now that he thinks about it, playing with yourself so he could rest after the rigorous day spent together for the first time.  

However, you couldn’t help yourself. Your fingers were no match to his thicker ones, you were twisting and flicking your wrist in vain, trying to find the right rhythm. Growing frustrated, whines turned higher pitched, trying all sorts of positions to ease the tight knot in your tummy.  

With all the noises leaving your mouth, it was inevitable for the flame hero to slowly arouse from slumber. Eyelids still heavy with sleep, he rubbed his eyes while sitting up against the headboard to pull you onto his lap, but Enji didn’t account for his pretty bunny to be so pent up that she just straddled his thigh and started riding it. 

Now, Enji was a strong man and his stamina had to be good to be Japan’s number one hero, but he was only a simple man at the end of it. So, when this simple man saw his good bunny desperate to rub her clit on his strong thigh, he couldn’t do anything but watch. Well watch and flex the muscle under her.  

“Fuck, baby, look at you being such a good bunny.” His dick was probably crying from all the action it had gotten, but fuck, it was still trying its best when the flame hero heard his bunny’s whines. “My pretty baby was trying to let me rest, huh love? Don’t worry about that next time. It’s all yours, my legs, -” He flexed his thigh once more for good measure. A whimper escaping your mouth at his words and at the added pressure, making the friction on your bundle of nerves so much better. “my fingers an-” He quickly shut his mouth when you grabbed his right hand and directed it near your lower puffy lips while continuing to ride him.  

“Enji, fuck Jiji, please please can I have your fingers. Please, they’re so much bigger and fuck- I- I just want them in me, baby.”  

Did Enji die and wake up in paradise? Here you were, your slick covering his upper leg, your mouth in a pretty pout, your pupils taking over your irises, lust painted all over your face, and you were begging for him to finger you. You were so good, waiting for his approval, for his ‘yes’ even if he could see tremors taking hold of your body from the frustration dancing in your bones.  

In awe of his luck, the number one hero just nodded in response to your pleas. His fingers pressed on your puffy lips when you stopped directing him. Of course, you were just waiting for him to finally easy the knot in your stomach, but your Jiji seemed to be in a lust haze thinking you were waiting for his fingers to be less dry. It didn’t matter that your slick was plenty enough already. Enji couldn’t feel, see nor think clearly.  

So, as Japan’s best hero, he executed the best course of action, sucking his fingers. You, on the other hand, were on the verge of tears, when you felt his fingers leave your wet cunt. Your frustration didn’t get the chance to be voiced out when you heard Enji’s groan.  

He couldn’t believe it. As his fingertips grazed his tastebuds, he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t had a taste beforehand. Your slick was coating his fingers, coating his tongue, mixing in with his saliva, dripping down his throat. He audibly groaned at the taste of yourself. He had to get more, he needed to have more. He licked every last drop of your juices before parting ways with his slick covered fingers.  

“Fuck, think you can give me more of that, bunny?” You just nodded your head at him, excited to have his fingers back to yourself now. “Yes, yes, yes, just- please please just make the pain go away, Jiji.” Your lover cooed at you as two of his thick fingers thrust in one stroke in your pussy, making you cry out from the relief. His bunny was chanting Thank you’s, love and lust dancing around every letter, syllable escaping your throat.   

He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on your ambrosia once more, but first he had to make you feel better. Had to see just how well you took him whether it be his cock, his fingers and fuck his tongue soon.  

It didn’t take much from the hero to make you cum, you were already on the edge of an orgasm, on the cusp of it from all your attempts earlier, you riding his thigh, and now his fingers. Finally, you felt the knot in your stomach untangling itself, coming loose. Incoherent words and noises graced Enji’s ears as he worked you through your orgasm. His eyes glancing from your face to the arousal leaking out of your lips to his fingers. 

The both of you knew that it wouldn’t take long before the pain would come back in your stomach, but before you could voice out anything, the number one spoke up. His eyes sparkling at the idea of drinking directly from you.  

“Fuck, bunny, think you can give me another one?”  

Suffice to say that that night, Enji Todoroki learnt a new skill, because who would you be to pass up that kind of service from your beloved? <3  

#enji todoroki #enji todoroki fanfiction #enji todoroki smut #enji todoroki x reader #endeavor x reader #endeavour x reader #cinnamon original #also this is the same bunny!reader as before guys #it's midnight and you will not believe how hard it was this one to come alive #but it's here now so yippi e #okay im rambling good NIGHT

[svngiem-remade]

Okay so I saw your prompts and I just had to ask- could you do prompt 6 with Jisung? I'm thinking like friends to lovers.. if you get where im going with this. Whatever spice tou out into it is fine with me!!

I get if yiu have other things to tend to, so please take your time!! וו

DISTRACTION | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + afab!reader

synopsis. even feeling as exhausted as you were from the stressful, long shifts at your new job, missing your weekly barbecue with your friends was never an option— how would you be able to freely ogle at your best friend otherwise?

🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; friends to lovers; smut

smut warning: public grinding and grabbing, semi-public foreplay, car sex/foreplay, oral (m & f receiving), han stares at readers' boobs a lot (sorry, I just love boobs lmao), deepthroating, palming.

6. "It's…really distracting when you do that."

The sound of your friends happy chatter and the smell of the sizzling meat, fish and vegetables being barbecued by Minho's skillful hands just a few feet away from you made you almost want to get up from the blanket youd laid on the grass earlier to cool down under the shade and join them, however, the gentle summer breeze hitting your fatigued body felt too nice for you to ponder about that too much, opting to close your eyes and relax instead.

And soon, you'd started dozing off with your face buried between your crossed arms, the loud music blasting from Changbin's speaker lulling you to sleep, when a loud thump and a subsequent chorus of laughter shook you awake. You frowned and turned your head to your left to see what all the fuss was about— and you immediately chuckled at the scene before you.

Jisung, who was playing football with the rest of the guys that were not helping with the barbecue and were free to do whatever they wanted, had apparently fallen to the ground while trying to steal the ball from Chan, and his light gray sweatpants and tight t-shirt were now full of dust, which he was frantically trying to clean off as he rambled on and on about how “Chan-hyung cheated” and “pushed him to gain advantage since he was just too good at playing football”— all with the cutest flushed cheeks and pout you'd seen in a while.

“Mhm, keep on believing that and maybe, one day, it’ll become true.” Hyunjin snickered and Jisung glared, throwing at him the football he remembered he was still holding, before stomping towards the wooden picnic table where Felix, Jeongin and Seungmin were having a heated discussion regarding which Cheetos flavor was the best of all time. Your best friend fondly smiled at them as he bent down to open the cooler that was under their seat, his doe eyes suddenly sending daggers at Hyunjin and Chan when he heard them clowning him once again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, following Jisung’s every move, “He really can't handle losing in anything, huh?” you muttered, the fatigue you still felt in your bones from the previous night’s long and stressful shift slowly disappearing as your attention got completely monopolized by your long-time friend— who was now leaning on the table, one hand in his sweatpants front pocket and the other holding the can of beer he’d just taken out of the cooler and swiftly popped open, his sweaty skin and neck glistening under the warm noon sun as he dipped his head slightly back to take long gulps of the cold beverage.

“Fuck, why do you keep doing this to me?” you bit your bottom lip and rubbed your thighs against each other in need of friction— feeling so pathetic, because all it took for you to get that wet was just the sight of his sharp jawline that he could cut stones with if he wanted, and the lingering way he brushed his bottom lip with his thumb, making you wish those were your lips instead of his. And, lucky for you, he decided to wear a fucking skin tight white t-shirt to kick off the first barbecue of the summer, which was now almost completely see-through from all the sweat it absorbed, “How dare you look this hot. Asshole.” you clenched your teeth, feeling annoyed and aroused at the same time.

You had no idea how he managed to make you feel like that— you’d been best friends with him ever since you were children and in all those years, you’d never felt the slightest bit of attraction for him, until he decided to go on a two-month long trip to Latin America with a couple of friends and when he came back, looking too scrumptious and appetizing for his own good, all you could think about when around him was kissing his soft lips and licking every inch of his oh so buff body and choking on his big cock until you’d pass out. You’d dreamt that exact scenario in that order too many times now, it was becoming exhausting.

You huffed and pinned your elbows to the blanket below you to keep you up, reaching for your purse on your right, where you always kept a lollipop, “Better than nothing.” you said as you took off the wrapper and plopped it in your mouth.

You rolled on your back and closed your eyes, trying with all your might to not think about the growing wetness in your core, to stop the urge to slide your fingers between your folds and relieve your arousal right then and there, but when your ears picked up the sound of his footsteps coming towards you, you knew you were fucked. You held back a needy moan, sucking on the lollipop as hard as you could to distract yourself and not jump his bones.

He plopped down next to you, and you opened one eye to peer at him, just to see him staring down at you with a big grin on his face and an unopened canned beer dangling above your face, “Thought you might need one, it’s getting hot as fuck, jagi.” he sang, immediately pressing it on your neck to cool you down, making you shiver and bite down a whimper, both from the coldness of the drink and Jisung’s proximity.

“Hm, thanks Ji.” you tried to act nonchalant about his presence as you sat up, mindlessly sucking on your lollipop while focusing on opening the beer he brought you. You didn't notice the way he nervously gulped and squirmed at your action, trying to look as natural as possible when he moved his free hand in front of his growing bulge in an attempt to cover it. “I’m hungry, has Min almost finished grilling everything?” you asked, looking at him with a pout as you leaned forward, giving him just the perfect view of your cleavage which was only covered by a flimsy tank top.

“Ah…” he took in a shaky breath, forcing himself to look away from your tits and oh so perfect and kissable lips, “I think he told us that it should be ready in about thirty minutes.” Jisung said, bringing the can he’d placed down on the blanket to his lips, gulping as much as he could in one go— his throat suddenly felt dry.

You, on the other hand, had barely registered his words, focusing your attention to his heart-shaped Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down repeatedly as he spoke to you, then taking a peek at his prominent chest muscles, which were now completely visible along with his defined abs, the white t-shirt reduced to a second layer of skin— not that you minded, quite the opposite.

“Y-Y/N…” he whispered, his eyes opening wide when you unconsciously started rubbing your thighs against each other in front of him, one of your hands reaching for the white stick of the fruity lollipop in your mouth to slowly and shamelessly twirl your tongue around what was left of it, which was not much. He gulped as he stared at your skillful tongue playing with the candy, heat rising up his puffy cheeks, “Fucking hell— It’s… really distracting when you do that...” he almost moaned, whimpering when you adjusted the strap of your tank top, which made your soft boobs bounce deliciously, just a few inches above his hands.

“Do what, Hannie?” you teased, resting one of your hands on his thigh to squeeze it a couple of times, just to see his reaction. You smirked when his breath quickened and his muscles tensed up, your hand going further up his leg.

“This… I—” he stuttered, completely enthralled by your actions and forwardness, the bulge in his pants now completely visible and only a few centimeters away from your fingers, who were tracing patterns on his inner thigh, careful not to touch him where you knew he needed it most— the big stain right in front of his bulge spoke by itself.

You stared down at the outline of his cock— if your panties weren't stuck to your folds before, they surely were going to be now. Your breath quickened, “Ji? Can… Can I?” you leaned forward and whispered in his ear, worried any of your friends may hear you, even though the loud music and sizzling of food made that impossible, and the significant distance between you and the picnic table played in favor. He stayed silent for a while with a stunned expression, most likely still trying to process everything, but you were getting impatient, so you started lightly nipping at his earlobe, “If you want me to stop, just say the word anytime.” you mumbled, sneaking a hand behind his neck as you grazed his bulge with the other, moaning at how big and girthy it felt.

Jisung grunted, his eyes completely fixed on your erect nipples right in front of his face. He was just mere seconds away from ripping your tank top off to avidly start sucking on them, when he remembered where you both were, “Should we really have sex in a public park?” he asked, giggling, “Glad to know you feel as desperate as me then.”

You’d started palming him over his sweatpants in the meantime, leaving love bites all over his neck and upper chest, making him a moaning, stuttering self. But luckily, his words brought you back to reality right in time, since when you opened your eyes and looked straight in front of you, a very suspicious Changbin was eyeing the both of you from his spot in front of the grill, “You’re right. Bin already caught us. My car?” you suggested since your car was parked the farthest away from the ones of the rest of your friends.

—

“Holy fuck, how a-are you this good at giving head? Fuck, you’re t-the —ah— best.” Jisung moaned, thrusting up in your mouth harshly, successfully making your gag reflex activate— which you didn't really mind. You loved sloppy, messy oral, both giving and receiving, and in these couple of minutes since you sat on the backseat of your car and let free his red, angry, throbbing cock, you’d learned your best friend, whom you were currently jerking off, was a big fan of it too.

He was actively manspreading, you between his legs, sat down on the floor of your car, desperately grinding your clothed clit against its rough surface in search of your own relief— though seeing Jisung’s fucked out expression when you let the saliva you’d been accumulating on your tongue dribble down on his red tip, his whimpers when you spread it all over his length and balls to slick them up properly and his big hand entangled in your hair, keeping you in place, making you feel his— was more than enough for you.

And he was, as you had always assumed, big, so big and girthy you almost came untouched when you saw it spring up proudly in all its glory a few moments earlier— but you could barely take him, so you used your right hand to rapidly jerk off what you couldn't reach as your left played with his balls, all the while your head bobbed up and down his length, your tongue tracing every vein it encountered, slicking them further. And by his “please, don’t stop” and “don’t you dare fucking stop”, you assumed he was reaching his high.

You started fastening your pace, deep throating and swallowing around his tip for that extra clench, but as you felt he was about to bust his warm seed in your mouth, he pulled you away from his cock by your hair, tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes, a confused expression taking over your face, though before you could ask any questions, he brushed your bottom lip with his thumb slowly, catching a drop of pre-cum trying to run away from your mouth.

Jisung grinned, pushing his thumb between your lips and signaling you to suck it, which you happily did as you looked him deep in the eyes, “Your turn now, sit here. I wanna eat you out, jagi. Then we’ll finish together— you’ll come wrapped around me and then I’ll fill your pretty cunt up with my cum, how does that sound?” he proposed with a big smile, chuckling when you nodded eagerly and pointed to your pouty lips, waiting for a kiss— which he happily gave you, before sitting you on the backseat with your legs spread wide open. And by the harsh but passionate suck he gave your clit the second after, you knew that was going to be the best head you’ll ever receive.

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[nikutsuneart]

I've been admiring your art, while consistently struggling myself to keep Sora and Riku's faces consistent...whether that's bc of emotion or angle or how soft their features are, I'm not sure. You'd think that after 2 decades of looking at these characters I could draw them properly.

Can I ask what facial features you think makes them distinct?

*RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER* This is the best question you could have asked me and I am frankly STOKED to answer it (even if it took me a hot minute). It's something I've personally made notes of and have thought about a lot, SO! You came to the right dude.

For starters, it helps that Sora and Riku were made to be complementary. Riku was specifically designed counterbalance to Sora (as stated by Nomura in the KH1 Ultimania Gallery comments) and is something they’ve continued to lean into over the years. So thankfully it’s really easy to single their features out when compared to each other, specifically.

To boot, I have a lot of fun trying to boil down designs into an easily recognizable visual language just in general. Developing visual shorthand for a character, boiling them down to their bare essentials, etc. How low can we go? It’s a fun exercise and great for strengthening silhouettes!

And from what I’ve found, to put it simply; Sora is Round. Riku is Angular. Where Sora is short, Riku is Long! Like this;

Simple, right? You can tell which is which? Just zhuzh it up a little and you’ve got the boys!

Perfect.

While these are very simple examples, reducing them down and still being able to readily tell who is who even as little circles is the point! It let’s you know what to focus on as you shift from little caricatures to more detailed drawings at any level. And you’ll see how much these simple little rules/identifiers carry all the way thru!

Let’s start with their faces; Round vs Angular.

Soft vs Sharp.  

Sora’s cheeks are more prominent and rounded, sloping lower on the face and pinching in to a smaller round, pointed chin. It makes his head look more round and short! His Jaw is also softer, less defined, which is an easy way to make somebody look youthful. (this is a tip I learned from tf2 actually?? lmao) He’s got a bit of that baby face!

With Riku, his cheek bones peak higher up and cut in cleanly down to a more prominent chin. This leaves a lot of space for his jaw which can make his head seem taller. It also affords his features more space which can serve to make someone look “more mature”. His jawline is also sharper and more defined, cutting inward compared to sora’s outwards slope. He’s just a handsome guy!

But it doesn’t stop there!

When it comes to their noses, I really like to lean in to the little things.

With Sora, I like to accentuate the upturn (hence the accent lines) but his nose is shorter and more rounded with a prominent tip pointing up and out. Some might call this a pixie nose

Riku’s is broad and straight (haha) and one of my favorite features of his. It’s a strong shnoz, longer than Sora’s and with a flat bridge. A detail of which I’ve always really liked and make sure to include. Gives it that strong handsome look.

I’m sure you’re getting the idea, but every feature follows these rules! Short and Long! Round and Sharp!

The eyebrows are something I feel always go missed, so I wanted to bring them up specifically. Riku’s eyebrows are longer and have a high arch to them as they wrap around his brow. Sora’s are short and much thicker towards the bridge before quickly tapering out.

You can see this along with their eyeshape a lot more clearly on their models. (Sora’s eyebrows are my favorite i love em I think they’re just the cutest thing. Really adds to his expressions, especially his pouts.)

What’s fun is that these are all things I’ve observed in official material in one way or another (namely Nomura’s art, the 3d models tend to round things out more.) Once you know what to look for, it’s easy to spot their consistent features. I’ve grabbed some fun examples;

Sora: upturned nose, round cheeks pinched in to a pointed chin, rounded jaw

Riku: Harder jaw, prominent chin, straight nose

You can see here how the curve of riku’s jaw goes in towards the face as sora’s goes out.

Riku: The Nose even more clearly, chin pointing out, and though mostly covered, you can see that strong jaw.

Sora: the same as above, really, but it’s consistent. Who says you can’t draw characters facing slightly to the left for a living.

You’re starting to see a pattern I’m sure.

And here you can see the flat bridge on riku’s straight ass nose! A flat of which Sora doesn’t have by comparison. You can also see here the different points their cheeks turn in, Sora’s being notably lower than Riku’s.

Anyway, you get my point!

For a generalized ending statement; Riku is always drawn with harder, yet graceful masculine features. He’s both very handsome and beautiful, wow. Package deal. Sora has a more boyish cheekiness. He’s got a baby face he’ll probably never outgrow along with other “cute” features. His can be a harder balance to strike, he’s cute but he’s also a dashing young man, a little charmer!

Focus in on those details n just remember compared to each other; Round vs Angular Short vs Long Soft vs Sharp They’re complimentary opposites, both in concept AND design! I love it!

I hope this was sufficient, kind anon. Good luck to everyone and I hope to see more strong Riku noses in the future.

#Kingdom Hearts #Soriku #sora x riku #tutorial #ask #maybe later I can do one about their body builds because they're also opposite and interesting and I've thought a lot about that too lmfao #i have a soriku phd #character study

[graytalents]

A little something for my Gojo and Geto lovers out there:

After getting blazingly high, one person's horniness affects the entire vibe.

I miss weed so much lmao.

CW: smut, threesome, oral, fingering, lots of mentions of drugs and alcohol.

“Doll? You want s’more?” Geto nudges the lit joint towards you. You take it, and inhale the smoke towards your lungs.

You, Geto, Gojo, have all been lazing around and smoking joint after joint, with some empty beer cans around you. Gojo, smoking and watching TV, sighs. It’s not often he gets to relax completely like this.

“Hey, you ever dated someone before?” Gojo suddenly asks.

“Hm?” you take one last puff and pass the last of the burning roach to Geto. “Why’re you asking?”

The white haired man lolls his head back lazily and stares at the ceiling. You’re all sitting on the ground in front of the actual couches, backs pressed against the bottom of the furniture. Someone thought to put on a sitcom for background noise, but it had been a while since any of you paid attention.

Quiet laugh tracks and corny jokes were the backdrop to your stoned conversations. Nothing was off the table when you guys got together like this. Not school, not work, and certainly not gossiping.

“I was thinking about it. Me and Geto tell you who we’ve been seeing, who we have a thing for,” he pauses to sip his beer. “Who we’ve been fucking.”

He says the last word with a hint of humor in his voice, though his face is expressionless. Almost.

“Mm, that’s true,” Geto starts. “You don’t really tell us if you have a thing for someone. Do you? I’d feel real hurt if you didn’t tell us.”

He fake pouts at you, but his eyes betray his amusement with the situation. It’s now your turn to sigh.

“Am I interested in someone right now? Not really. At least, not romantically.” In order to avoid revealing more, you quickly grab your beer and begin to take large swigs. You’re almost out, though. Damn.

“Oh? Not romantically? So sexually huh? Who do you want to fuck? To bone? To get it on with?” Gojo perks up at the newfound revelation. “Don’t tell me … Shoko? She’s hot, and I heard she just got back from studying.”

“Mm.” You opt not to answer, instead reaching for another joint that Geto had thankfully made. The lighter chooses not to cooperate with you, sending only shitty little sparks that won’t catch on the thin paper.

Geto sees this, and remedies the situation. Fishing another lighter from his pocket, he motions for you to come closer. Because the windows are open to air out the room, a breeze was making its way through, causing Geto to cup his hands around the stick in order for it to light.

Your faces were impossibly close, and Gojo looked on in interest. He always thought you were attractive, if not sometimes reserved. Questioning you and your private life directly just to see you squirm entertained him. He wanted to push some buttons, just to see what the outcome could be.

“You guys look hot like that,” he stated. “I should take a picture for later, just to see if it’s the weed or if I’m crazy.”

Geto seems to have taken the hint. “If you’re gonna take a picture, might as well make it a nice one.”

He sticks his tongue out and poses, waiting for you. You hesitatingly stick your own tongue out.

“‘Ake ‘ha ‘icthure,” you try to say. Gojo whips out his phone and snaps a few pictures. He then gives you both a half smile.

“Why don’t you guys kiss for one?”

Geto takes a drag on the now-lit joint and motions for you to come closer as he hands it off to Gojo. Gojo watches as Geto blows the smoke into your slightly ajar mouth for you to inhale. As you do, he licks your bottom lip and fully kisses you.

Surprised, you gasp. You weren’t expecting him to do it so quickly. Geto grabs the back of your head with one sure hand to bring you in closer. His tongue makes his way into your mouth, fully giving Gojo a show.

Gojo finishes his drag and puts out the joint on the nearby ashtray. He then picks up his phone and snaps a few more pictures, making sure to center your mouths in the middle of the frame. He can feel himself starting to get hard, watching his two friends make out in front of him. Geto’s long hair falling in pretty strands over his shoulders, all while your high and enthusiasm kissing him back had Gojo wanting to palm himself.

Not yet, though. He couldn’t start pawing at himself before he cemented this situation for what he wanted.

“Okay, okay, I got my pictures. Geto, be a gentleman, would you? You gotta let people breathe, man.”

And it’s true. You pulled away with a soft, wet pop! and you were slightly panting. Lips were cherry red from where Geto had nipped, and your heartbeat could be heard in your ears. Hell, you could feel your heartbeat and blood rushing to your groin.

But that was it, right? It was just a kiss, and it’s not like they wanted more. They were being dumb on purpose, is what you thought.

That’s why, when Geto pulled you in to bite your lip, you were completely surprised. Despite your shock, you took the opportunity to place your hands on his thighs for support, and lean into him. He bit you, and ran his tongue over the indentations to soothe the string. Tiny dribbles of drool coated your mouths as you hungrily made out. Geto’s hands began making their way to the bottom of your shirt, seemingly wanting to remove it.

Gojo has had enough. He wanted in on the action too. He wanted to see that same hunger on your face for him as well. He reached out to your arm, and gently pulled you away from Geto and towards himself. You broke free of Geto’s embrace, and began to kiss Gojo. Kissing him was different. Whereas Geto was sure of his actions, Gojo was more curious. He was dying to know what you tasted like, and if you would make cute noises for him. He slid his hand up the back of your shirt, and his hot fingers made you sigh into his mouth.

You felt like putty in his hands, and he wanted to mold you to his desire.

“Take it off,” Geto murmured into your ear, tugging at your shirt. You quickly tugged it upwards, Gojo helping you discard of it by tossing somewhere behind the couch. Geto took the opportunity to feel your smooth shoulders, back, and snaked his way to your chest. He thumbed over your nipple, causing you to gasp and let out a small whine.

Gojo took your face with his thumb and forefinger to make you face him, and promptly forced your mouth open. He stuck his tongue inside, swallowing your pretty little sounds.

Geto was hard. He was so hard it was almost unbearable, and he was sure that you needed a fucking that only he could provide. He sucked on your neck, and nibbled on the soft skin, taking care to leave marks. He wanted you to think about him long after today.

After being satisfied with his work, he made his way down your chest and flicked his tongue over your sensitive flesh. The cool air had caused your nipple to perk up, so he played with it with the tip of his tongue.

His actions caused you to arch your back, seeking more. You whined into Gojo’s mouth, and he responded by taking your free hand to place on his upper thigh. You moved it towards the bulge in his pants, and lightly traced your fingers over it. He was so undeniably hard as you stroked him slowly and rhythmically.

Meanwhile, Geto had taken to lightly rolling your pretty nipple between his teeth. The sensation was indescribable, as you felt sticky between your legs. The ache you felt was all consuming, clouding over your judgement and causing you to seek pleasure now, consequences be damned.

“Fuck, you look so hot like that,” panted Gojo. A thin string of saliva still hung from your mouths. You looked incredible right now, a needy expression painting your face as Geto continued to give your chest and neck attention.

Gojo slid his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them slightly. You understood his intentions, and grabbed his wrist. After loosening your pants a bit, you stuck his fingers inside, guiding him to your warm wetness.

He practically moaned. “You’re so wet, baby.” He collected your arousal on his fingers, getting to know your folds. The pad of his fingers hovered over your entrance, as if waiting for permission.

You shook your head, and fished his hand out. You gently pushed Geto away, and shimmied your pants off.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one getting naked,” you pointed out. The two men quickly took off their shirts. Gojo guided you towards the couch and gently pushed you to sit. The two men sat on either side of you.

Geto grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch. You stroked him over his pants, and motioned for him to take them off. He stood, removed them, and sat back down in his boxers. You hesitatingly pulled his waistband down, and let his cock spring free.

It was fully hard, heavy weight causing the tip to touch his stomach. After giving him a moment, you leaned down and gave it a kiss on his leaking tip.

Geto groaned, and pushed your head further into his lap. You gave it small kitten licks around the shaft, taking special attention to the vein running on the bottom.

“C’mon, stop teasing,” he breathed. You gave it a few broad stripes with a flattened tongue before taking it into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed, sucking hard on the mushroom tip.

“F-fuck, yes, just like that,” he keens. He bucks his hips upwards, trying to find more pleasure in your hot and wet mouth.

Gojo could not contain himself at this point. He had you on your knees facing Geto’s lap, and pulled your ass up into the air with his big hands. The movement caused you to take more of Geto into your mouth, drawing moans and whines from the two of you.

Gojo inspects your clothed pussy from the other side of the couch. Your underwear is damp with arousal, and Gojo can’t help himself but to press a long finger against your slit. You wiggle your ass slightly, trying to find more needed friction.

Gojo slides the cloth to one side, exposing part of your pretty pussy. He uses two fingers to spread your lips and observes the way your arousal begins to drool down your thigh.

“How are you this wet already?” he murmurs. He gives you a tiny lick with a pointed tongue, and collects your juices in his mouth. As you groan, the sensation has Geto snake his fingers into your hair and gently pulls. Gojo takes your noises as a sign to continue, and he licks a longer stripe from your throbbing clit to your empty hole.

You arch your back and keen, as much as you can with Geto’s thick length in your mouth.

“Relax your throat for me a little, I want to try something,” Geto pants.

You relax as best you can, as Geto cups your throat. He slowly thrusts upwards, and feels you gag and try your hardest to let him in. Feeling the way his dick slides into your throat makes him throw his head back and groan. He keeps up his slow and steady thrusts into your mouth, taking his dick out every so often to let you breathe.

Gojo, at the same time, is fully making out with your messy pussy. His mouth, nose, chin, and cheeks are covered with your juices as he keeps up a steady rhythm of flattening and pointing his tongue on your clit. He increased the speed once he heard you deepthroating Geto and inserted a long finger into your hole. All three of you could hear the squelch as he filled you up to his knuckle. With the pace of his tongue never faltering, he soon adds another finger, slowly working you open on his mouth and hand.

By now, there was just too much. You felt so full, so stuffed from two of your friends. They were working you open so meticulously that you had no choice but to let go.

Geto, feeling you coming close, held your head down on his veiny cock. He came as you gagged uncontrollably, throat squeezing his cock in the most delicious way possible. He bucked his hips a few more times involuntarily, as he released thick and hot ropes of cum down your throat.

All the meanwhile, Gojo heard his friend coming and tried his damnest to get you to come at the same time. As he heard you gagging, he began to suck on your clit hard and kept up the same pattern of sucking and flicking his tongue over your hard little nib. As he did this, he curled his digits into you, reaching for the soft and spongy pad inside of you. Your velvety warm walls sucked his fingers in, and made the wettest squelching noise he’d ever heard. If he weren’t so focused on your perfect, messy little pussy, he would have wondered if you were a squirter.

As Geto came in your throat, Gojo gave a particularly hard suck on your clit, which sent you over the edge. The warm feeling of tension in your lower belly exploded, leaving you shaking and releasing clear liquid into Gojo’s waiting mouth. He slurped loudly on your clit again, and had you release Geto from your mouth to keen loudly.

“Please, a-ah aah, pleasepleaseplease—“ you choked out as Gojo plunged his curled fingers into you again, causing you to gasp.

Just as you thought you finished, Gojo began to plunge his fingers into you again, faster and with more purpose. He stopped eating you out to watch the look of pure ecstasy on your face.

After a few pumps of his fingers, he lowered his pants and boxers and guided his tip to your folds. You wiggled your ass on him again, drawing a chuckle from him.

“God. Holy shit. You’re insatiable. You seeing this, Suguru?”

He rubbed his tip around your soaked pussy, and finally pushed his tip in. He went slowly and watched you grip Geto’s thigh. Geto stroked your hair and whispered filthy profanities to you.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like the way Satoru plays with your slutty pussy? Look at you. If I knew it only took some weed and beers to get you like this, I would have down this a long time ago.”

You whined at his words, but he continued. As he spoke, Gojo pushes all the way in, and thrusts into you lightly.

“Satoru, look at her. You should have felt her throat. The way she was squeezing around me..” he laughs. “Incredible. Don’t wear her out too much, I want to see her bounce on my cock later. Would you like that? Or how about me and Gojo take turns fucking you later, tie you down so we don’t do anything but that? What if you take us both in that pretty little cunt? Hm? We’ll get you nice and wet, like you are now, and just have you take on both of us.”

You nearly scream as Gojo increases his pace, hands gripping your waist with such strength, you knew you were going to bruise later. A thick ring of white formed around the base of Gojo’s cock, and all you could hear were the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your labored breathing.

Geto’s words made your walls squeeze around Gojo. Gojo sucked in his breath, trying hard to maintain his composure. He angled your ass more towards him, and began to drill into your hole.

Geto slipped his thumb into your mouth, and you suckled on it. Gojo reached between your thighs, and pinched your sensitive and puffy clit between his fingers. As he rolled your clit in his fingers, you felt that same burning white sensation and came around him, hard. Gojo pulled out and spilled all over the small of your back.

After getting cleaned up and clothed, Geto smiles at you.

“I wasn’t talking out of my ass earlier. I do want to try other things. But maybe you should take it easy today. And tomorrow. Maybe next week?”

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo x geto x reader #smut #jjk smut #jjk fanfiction #i haven't proofread this well and idc!! #gojo satoru #geto suguru

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Frenchie Would Include...

Request: Hi, May I please request some headcanons of what dating Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death) would include, please? Thank you so much!! 🖤

Of course my darling, here you go!!

Warning: a little strong language! Also I wrote this at 3 a.m. so it may be unintelligible 🏳️‍🌈

(I do not own OFMD or any of its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @crucifiix.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Lmao love a bit of fanfiction about Frenchie big fan

You are 100% the only other crew member, or the only other anybody in fact, that Frenchie allows into his room. Far too many times have you been caught sitting side saddled over Frenchie’s lap by Wee John Feeney, stroking the bottom of his beard and giggling as the two of you bump foreheads and continue talking shit about the newly crowned ‘Dizzy Izzy’ (during a rough patch in the storm that had raged earlier that night, he had accidentally tumbled after a large pitch into Lucius’ lap, and by golly was he not letting anyone forget about it.) Wee John just sighs, walking straight back out and letting the door slam shut; the last thing you can hear as you try to stifle your laugh against the side of Frenchie’s neck is him calling you ‘the weirdest eejits’ he’s ever met. Neither of you are really paying attention though: your lips managed to accidentally rub against the tip of Frenchie’s collar bone, one of his more ticklish points, and the man was too busy apologising and trying to give you a hand up after accidentally flinging you to the floor.

After a lot of coaxing, a lot of fake pouting, and a lot of pecking forehead kisses to try and convince him round to the idea, he does eventually get used to the idea of you sleeping over as well! I feel like Frenchie is definitely a ‘leg over you like a mossy log that’s been stuck in a marshy bog for hundreds of years and hasn’t moved an inch in that entire time’ kind of sleeper. Like, the man is so tall that on your single shared bed you’re lying properly on it as the bottom layer, and then Frenchie is playing a game of Tetris with his limbs over you during the night. Usually it ends up with his head dipped down and tucked up all neat and cosy against the side of your cheek, his snores resonating loudly enough through the walls of the ship that they could have invented the foghorn right there and then, and his left leg splayed completely over your midriff.

If you get too uncomfortable and give him a shove he will eventually roll over and curl up like an armadillo so you can spoon him though. That is, if one of you hasn’t managed to shove the other out of the bed first - it’s a common occurrence for Wee John to wake Frenchie up from where he’s half lying under the bed, but even though he’s got aching shoulders from spending half the night rolling about the wood he’s still all smiles and doe eyes at you when he sees you’re awake too. Like a Jack in the box, he pops up over the side of the bed with a smile bright enough to make even the crystal dawn of the sea pale by comparison, and presses a kiss against the tip of your nose before skipping off. He’s so sweet your honour I actually cannot with this man.

Sometimes he likes to talk before the two of you fall asleep. Before he’s splayed out like a starfish, the two of you lie in the cot side by side and just fiddle with each other’s fingers on the pillow. Noses close enough to rub against each other if you dared to move a hare and legs pulled up in a half-sit so they can rest familiarly against each other, Frenchie relishes and relaxes in the knowledge that there’s someone on this ship that will know his story. That there’s someone left in the world that’s even willing to hear it, to care about him, and not just what he can do for them. There’s a poignant wistfulness to the air, to his words, so much so that from time to time he can’t even meet your eye. He still always flashes you that shy, optimistic smile from time to time, but you can see the past in the wrinkles of his face every time he uncomfortably starts to recoil when you press your palm to his cheek.

Not going to lie, he may not be a visual artist to rival the mastery of Lucius, but you can bet your sandy ass that Frenchie has pinned up the walls some doodles he’s drawn of you in his spare time, with parchment that he tore out and ‘borrowed’ from Stede’s diary. When Stede collected the crew on the deck a few days later and had a ‘team meeting’ about why stealing was wrong, Frenchie gave a very convincing shrug and ‘it wasn’t me’ frown when Stede asked who had taken the paper. I mean, he was always bound to find out, and when he did stumble into Frenchie and Wee John’s room the next afternoon to borrow his lute (he was planning to write a song for Blackbeard to convince him he was more of a catch than Calico Jack don’t even ask), he only smiled fondly and shut the door when he spotted what his diary had been used for. (And secretly hoped that Ed wouldn’t find his own doodles of him in said diary lmao.)

Oooh, can you imagine how lovely it would be to stumble through Stede’s secret tunnel and to go sit out by unicorn figurehead with Frenchie?? Just the two of you, feet swinging together through the planks, the swirling pockets of silver dancing over the warm tides and the comforting buzz of Frenchie’s voice as he sings for you. With your head resting on his shoulder, you’re too busy falling into a blissful oblivion to even notice that Frenchie’s stopped picking at the strings of his lute, and has instead set it down at his side. He’s found that a much better use of his time would be staring at you, so obviously, so fondly, so sweetly: as if dewdrops hung from his lips, ready for the northern dawn that only your splendour could bring.

Getting to tie that cute little cravat around his neck before the five of you jump ship to go to that fancy dinner party. Every time you try to loop the end of it back through he chases your fingers (to try and kiss them or bite them, you’re not entirely sure), but it does make the two of you burst out into another fit of giggles.

Although he has quite a sweet disposition, Frenchie is 100% ready to throw hands for you. The whole time he’s trying to crank up Oluwande’s ‘pyramid scheme’, he has one eye on the valuables being handed over and one trained solely on you. If any of the esteemed and highly respectable guests become a little too eager, coltish, agitated, Frenchie is straight on it. Before you can even knock their wig off, he’s grabbed your wrist and pulled you either behind his back or dragged you out to the hull with the sternest expression you’ve ever seen on his face. Either way, he’ll always put himself in the firing line of harm’s way first, if it means protecting you.

The two of you spend about 70% of your time singing together on deck. Frenchie’s jamming along with his lute, and you’re animatedly singing and dancing around him, often roping in Lucius to come do full body jigs or a ridiculing minuet Frenchie’s intensifying sea shanties. Since the three of you were supposed to be finishing Izzy’s order to mop the deck, he’s sitting cross legged on the helm behind your spinning bodies, with enough steam coming out of his crimson ears to drown the sky in thunderclouds.

During crew meetings he’ll just straight up wander in late and just... come up behind you and plop his chin down on top of your head. He won’t listen to a word of what’s going on either: too busy chatting with you, or with Jim, or fiddling with the rings on your fingers, or just trying to figure out if the stain on the ceiling looks more like an orange or a fish. To be honest he didn’t even realise it was a meeting until Stede asked him if he was paying attention - he just saw you and immediately came to seek out your heat (and also your hugs).

His love language is doing and making things with his hands, so instead of doing actual work to help out on the Revenge, he tries to craft for you. He sits by the mast, cross legged, and with his tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth in the uttermost form of concentration. He’s trying to remember how his ma taught him to thread a needle, so desperate to fix up your shirt properly after Spanish Jackie nearly tore the sleeve to shreds during your first meeting at the Republic of Pirates. Of course, you’ll eventually have to free him from where he’s managed to sew his shirt to his jacket (very well, might I add). He smiles all the while, leaning down to gently kiss your knuckles every time they bump up high enough with a new thread of the string to be within his reaching distance.

He likes to steal Wee John’s old hammock - he’s a big fan of having snuggled up naps on deck while Ed and Stede have stopped off at some new island and are busy off smooching on their foliage walks. 

Or, he likes to venture out sometimes too and see someplace new with the love of his life! Usually it’s just some slightly different variation of a beach, but this just allows him ample opportunity to perform his favourite activity: scooping up wet sand and hurling at you in a mock sand-ball fight. The two of you fly across the streaking honey-gold boughs of the winding branches of the strip, Frenchie rolling his trousers up and finally catching up to you between the torn crags and cliff edges. He jumps, flying full sail through the air until he’s knocked both of you to the ground. He tries to be all romantic and pretend he hasn’t just knocked the ever loving wind out of you. He leans over you, crawling his knees up between your thighs and slowly dipping down to kiss you, before getting bashed up the face by a huge tide and falling ass over teakettle backwards in sweet revenge lmao.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd imagine #frenchie #david jenkins #frenchie imagine #frenchie x reader #our flag means imagine #frenchie headcanons #frenchie ofmd #frenchie ofmd imagine #joel fry #ofmd headcanons #our flag means death headcanons #x reader

[quil12]

Souyo + oblivious yosuke? (extra points for flirty yu as well)

This one was really fun to write! There's lots of just like mildly flirty banter between them and I love writing things like that lmao. I should say that, just as a content warning, there's some underage drinking in this.

"Hey, look at me," Yu said.

Yosuke looked up at him. They were sitting together on the school roof eating lunch. Yu had brought food for both of them that day - those were his favorite days. He was so good at cooking.

Yosuke blinked as Yu reached over, swiping his thumb against the corner of his mouth. 

"You had something right there."

Oh, so that's what that was. He shot him a warm smile. "Oh, thanks, Partner."

Yu gave him a small smile back. "Of course."

As he kept eating his lunch, he continued to feel a sort of warmth right where he had touched him. It was such a pleasant sensation. 

- - -

They were sitting together in Yu's room on the couch. Yu had just suggested that they watch a movie and he had set it up. Now they were just watching it together. It was nice to just sit with him, even if they weren't actively talking.

All of a sudden, Yu moved so that he was leaning against him, gradually moving down until his head was resting in his lap. 

That was also really nice. He was such a warm and comfortable weight against him.

It couldn't have been comfortable to watch the movie like that though. 

"Partner?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you even see the movie like that?"

"It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Well, if he said that it was fine, then it was fine. He had no reason to doubt him.

"All right."

Yosuke laid his hand down, resting it on his shoulder - it was more comfortable like that. 

- - -

Yosuke took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. This had been a bad idea.

It was the summer of their third year. Yu had come down from the city to spend a few weeks in Inaba. 

At work a few days prior, one of the other part-timers had given him a bottle of vodka. It had been his last day before moving away to go to school in the city. He had said that it was to thank him for everything that he did at work. 

He had decided to bring it to Yu’s since they had made plans to have a sleepover. Nanako was staying at a friend’s house and Dojima had called saying that he probably wasn’t going to be able to make it home that night. And so, after dinner, he had busted it out and they had both drunk some.

He had stopped after about two shots, his whole body warm and tingly, but Yu had kept going. He had lost track of how many shots he had taken after about five of them. 

“Yosuke. Your hair is so soft,” Yu said, slurring his words as he ran his fingers through his hair.

At some point in his drunkenness, he had decided to start touching him and was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Part of him did have to admit that it was a nice feeling - he really liked being close to him, but at the same time, he didn’t know what to do with the fact that he was being so clingy.

“Thanks.”

Yu laughed, moving his hand out of his hair, and down onto his face, bringing his other hand up to squeeze his cheeks. At that, the laughter got more intense until it was uncontrollable, his face turning red.

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched him. He liked hearing him laugh. 

As he continued to laugh, he leaned forward, letting his forehead rest of his shoulder. 

Yosuke brought his hand up, laying it against the back of his head, holding him against him. 

After another minute, the laughter slowly subsided. Yu let out a contented sigh, burying his face against his collar bone.

“I love you,” Yu whispered.

Yosuke smiled. “I love you too. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my best friend.”

At that, Yu pulled away, pouting at him. He climbed off of him, walking toward the other side of the room where the bottle of vodka was. 

As soon as he realized what he was doing, he quickly stood up. “Hey! No more.”

“Why not?”

“You’ve had enough already.”

“But-”

Yosuke grabbed onto his hand, pulling him back toward the couch and sitting, wrapping his arm tightly around his waist. He tugged him into his lap, pressing his face against his back, just enjoying how warm he was.

“You’re definitely not gonna feel good tomorrow.”

“You’ll take care of me.”

Yosuke let out a small laugh. “I will. So don’t make it any harder on me.”

“All right.”

Getting drunk with Yu would probably be more fun if they were at a similar level of being drunk - he would keep that in mind for next time.

- - -

“So which room did you want?” Yosuke asked, staring down at the hallway of the apartment that he was sharing with Yu while they were going to college.

Yu hummed, setting down a box behind him. “I don’t know. Maybe we should just share one.”

Yosuke rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, sure.”

“That way we would only have to bring one bed up here.”

“That would be nice.”

“Right?”

“Might get kind of awkward if one of us brings a girl home.”

“You should focus more on your schoolwork.”

“School hasn’t even started yet.”

“So? Besides, who else do you really need besides me?”

Yosuke let out a small laugh. “Mm, yeah, but I can’t exactly kiss my best friend.”

“Can’t or don’t want to?”

Yosuke rolled his eyes. “I guess I could physically do it.”

“So what are you waiting for then?” Yu raised his eyebrows at him almost suggestively.

Yosuke let out a loud laugh. “Buy me dinner first and then we’ll talk.”

“I’ll make dinner for you tonight.”

“You want a kiss for doing that?”

“What if I do?”

“Sorry, Partner, I don’t put out on the first date.” He didn’t quite understand why, but his heart was racing in his chest.

“I guess another time then.”

“I guess so.” Yosuke paused for a few seconds. “I guess I’ll take the room on the left side of the hall.”

Yu nodded. “Sounds good.”

He walked into the room, opening the door. He was really excited to spend the next while living with Yu. It was guaranteed to be a good time.

Still… sharing a bedroom with him. Why did that thought make his chest flutter?

- - -

Yosuke yelped, letting the knife clatter to the cutting board. 

“Ow, ow, ow, damn it.” He put his index finger into his mouth, the coppery taste of blood saturating his tongue.

“Are you okay?” Yu asked, peaking his head into the kitchen.

“I just cut myself.”

He frowned, walking over to him, and grabbing hold of his hand. The cut was bleeding profusely, dripping down his finger. 

Yu turned, ripping a paper towel off the roll, and holding it to his finger.

“Hold this here. I’ll be right back.”

He was definitely more than capable enough to take care of it himself, but if he was being honest, he liked it when Yu would fret over him and take care of him.

Yu walked back in a few seconds later carrying the first aid kit. He set it on the table, then walked back over to him, once again grasping onto his wrist, then pulling the paper towel off.

“Wash your hands.”

Yosuke nodded, then complied, walking over to the sink. It stung as the water went over it, but it wasn’t too bad.

As soon as he was done, Yu was at his side again with another paper towel, drying it off for him.

“As much as I like you doting on me, I can dry my hands myself.”

“Sorry. I just hate it when you get hurt.”

“It’s fine. Thank you for caring about me.”

Yu gave him a soft smile. “Come on. Let me put a bandaid on it.”

Yosuke nodded, letting himself be led over to the table where Yu finished taking care of the wound. 

After he was done doing that, he leaned his head down, pressing his lips gently against the bandaged finger.

Yosuke blinked. “What was that for?”

“I’m kissing it to make it better.”

“Dude, I’m not five.” Despite that, his heart was pounding in his chest. Why was that happening?

“I know.”

Yosuke let out a small laugh. “Okay, thank you.”

“Anytime.”

- - -

Yosuke let out a sigh, locking his phone, and leaning back on the couch, disappointment pooling in his stomach.

“What’s up?” Yu asked, walking into the room.

“You remember that girl in my history class that I asked out on a date?”

Yu nodded. “Yes.”

“She just texted me and said she had to cancel.”

Yu frowned, walking over, and sitting down beside him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Yu hummed. “Well, if she doesn’t want to go out with you, she’s kind of an idiot.”

“Huh?”

“Well, for one, you’re really hot.”

Yosuke blinked, a sudden realization overcoming him. “Partner, are you flirting with me?”

Yu raised his eyebrows at him. “I have been for the past three years. Thanks for noticing.”

His whole world felt like it was crashing around him. Yu had been flirting with him? Flirting? Yu? With him?

His mind started racing through all the interactions that they had had over the entire time they had known one another, picking out all the ones that seemed obviously flirtatious - at least obvious in hindsight.

For some reason, that thought didn’t feel bad at all to him. If anything, it just served to make his chest warm and his stomach flutter. Did he like that Yu was flirting with him?

“I- you- huh?”

Yu took a deep breath, leveling his gaze at him. “Yosuke, I love you and I’ve loved you for a while now.”

His body started moving before he had time to think. 

He reached out, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck, tilting his head as he pressed their lips together. Yu made a slight noise of alarm, but immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling them flush up against each other.

This was so warm and comfortable. Every touch sent a pleasant tingling sensation across his skin. His lips were so soft as they moved them together. 

After a few seconds, he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Yu nibbled gently on his bottom lip before pressing his tongue into his mouth. 

He sighed into the kiss, the sensation so tingly and pleasant and tender. 

He wasn’t sure how long they did that before Yu started pulling away. He didn’t want him to go though and he moved to follow him. 

Yu stopped him by pressing their foreheads together, letting out a quiet laugh.

His whole body felt so light, filled with so much affection. He wanted to do this again. He wanted to keep kissing him for the rest of his life.

“I love you too.”

Why had it taken him so long to realize that?

#souyo #fanfiction

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

haikyuu boys being emo

a/n: in honor of myself going to an emo concert soon ~ here are my thoughts.

includes: bokuto, kageyama, tsukiishima, kenma, tendou

bokuto:

okay despite probably not being full fledged emo, i feel like i had to mention him

bokuto would probably be in “life is only despair” mode after a loss

mans fully sits in the back of the bus and leans his head against the windows while blasting whatever comes up when he searches “sad emo music playlist”

no one is allowed to sit next to him except for akaashi - MAYBE

he blasts whatever spotify offers in it’s cumulative playlist with this big pout on his face

this leads to him mainly knowing medium to slow paced songs but those with clearly heart-wrenching lyrics

bokuto also probably just knows songs, compared to being an actual fan of the bands who wrote them

mans is on the verge of TEARS when iris by the goo goo dolls comes on and he remembers how he missed that one spike that probably could’ve turned the game around PLSS

kageyama:

so much of kags’ life revolves around angst man

and i mean, he does almost have an emo fringe going for him LOL

but at the same time, i don’t really think kageyama would be one to make his music taste too big of a part of his personality - that’s what volleyball is. so you probably could t tell he was a little emo from the way he dresses.

(outside of a school uniform, mans probably lives in athleisure).

ain’t no way he didn’t manage to cope with music

i think we’re not surprised that he gets kinda angry sometimes so i feel like he might turn to a lot of music with screaming

when he discovered it, something about it felt kind of cathartic, like ‘here’s some guy screaming and voicing out my frustrations for me’

he also found comfort in the isolation that this kind of music talked about

after a frustrating (but productive practice) he probably listens to pierce the veil to let off some steam

(hinata wanted to walk home with him once but mans just kept walking out the door bc the music was so damn loud in his ear)

tsukishima:

this guy lmao

another relatively aNgStY bOy are we surprised

i think he would delve a lot more into the music he listens to and he’d listen to the most bands out of anyone here

he’s also shown a lot with his headphones so it’s a bigger part of his life compared to others

he’s a man of culture- one of his favorite band being my chemical romance because of the band’s theatricality but also tremendously well-written lyrics

i feel like his music taste would lightly influence how he dresses too

tsukishima probably owns a wide variety of black band tees, somewhat fitted black jeans, one very worn in pair of converse

but i doubt he’d wear everything together, but it would be mixed with all of his other clothes

like if you paid attention, you’d probably be able to figure out his music taste

he thought about getting a piercing once but backed out after seeing a piercing video

kenma:

he’d probably have a pretty broad range of bands he listens to

i feel like kenma would enjoy paramore and it’d lowkey influence what color he’d dye his hair

he also found music as an escape that he needed sometimes

kenma probably doesn’t listen to so much screaming so maybe he’d gravitate towards fall out boy and secondhand serenade

OH and he learns some ukulele because he gets into twenty one pilots at some point

just imagine kenma strumming along in his room aw

tendou:

maybe it’s because he’s my fave but i really think he’d get into all of this - the vibe would suit him SO WELL

he already has the red hair that he either styles up, but also looks SO GOOD when he just lets it hang down

he’s eccentric so i think he’s just hits shuffle and let’s spotify pick what he listens to

he just has a really big playlist filled with music from so many bands (and he’s still adding to it)

tendou isn’t so angsty but he likes how fired up music can get and how such a sick guitar solo feels like his bones are coming alive

my oh my do black skinny jeans look good on him - he cut the holes on the knees himself lol

DEFINITELY HAS PIERCINGS

mans got one of those side lip piercings and it’s over for anyone when he smirks he’s so damn hot

i think he’d go to the most concerts out of all the boys, he’s tall enough to be able to see the band wherever he is in the pit and he’s not so easily pushed when things get rowdy

definitely loves the feeling of the speakers blasting music into his soul and moshing with a crowd

(fun side fact: he gets ushijima to come to a concert once and mans sticks out from the crowd so badly. he doesn’t understand why the lead singer is screaming, is this music? whY did someone just push him? he ends up going to the back of the pit bc he can see anyway and it’s less violent)

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #hq #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu characters #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu boys #tendou satori #tsukishima kei #kenma kozume #kageyama tobio #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x reader #kageyama x reader #tsukishima x reader #tendou x reader #kenma x reader #bokuto hcs #kageyama hcs #tsukishima hcs #tendou hcs #kenma hcs

[robinpixels]

Beta/Alva ofc 😶

ALVABET BABY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ask meme here!!

who is more likely to hurt the other?

Whoof, honestly? Beta. Poor girl's never been in any kind of real situation with a peer before, never really learned any healthy coping mechanisms for her intense emotional and attachment issues, and we've seen her lash out pretty snappily when cornered before.

While Alva completely understands and sympathizes, I'd imagine it does still hurt whenever this happens even when she tries to slide with a smile. And once Beta picks up on it she'd apologize profusely and do her damndest not to repeat the incident again.

who is emotionally stronger?

..Ironically? I think also Beta, after a time. I don't think she ever fully recovers from the literal psychological torment she experienced with the Zeniths for all those years, I don't think she'd ever look back at it and say it made her 'stronger'--it messed her the fuck up and she knows it. it still affects her and I think it will for her whole life. Recalling the past makes her go numb and sometimes she might have difficulty telling what's real and what's not.

The reason I think she'd be emotionally stronger when it comes down to the wire is that the threat of the Zeniths is in the past now, the worst thing that ever happened to her has finally ended. They're all dead, and she clearly was still able to hold on to even a sliver a hope in those times.

I can see little things about socialization and interacting with others getting to her and overwhelming her day by day just because they're new, but simultaneously holding and comforting Alva through her own inevitable breakdown that's yet to come by just sitting there w her and letting her scream and wail.

Because Alva's sister, her family, and her tribe is still in danger and she's been living with all these things rattling in her head with a smile and a positive attitude for so long it might break her. And Bee gives her the space and permission to just let go of all that, because she's been there before herself and this is familiar territory.

who is physically stronger?

For now, Alva!! Not the best fighter at Base, but she can hold her own!! Beta is still working on her gains lmao

who is more likely to break a bone? 

..I know Alva's out and about more but to be honest I can see it being Beta alsjkfdslkdflskdf poor girl's got the coordination of a newborn fawn after having no experience in exercise her whole life and mountain terrain is Tricky.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Beta--I can see her defense mechanism as being able to cut people down with words, but she would never purposefully unleash that on someone that she recognizes as well-meaning and genuinely sweet as Alva.

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? 

Both lol--at the same time. And I'm pretty sure they forgive each other just as quickly.

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Beta, treating Alva's. Take care of ya Diviner gf and the scrapes she got into in her time outside Base. I personally think Alva deserves to have a pretty Sobeck quietly focused on dressing a nasty wound of hers, checking back and forth between APOLLO and the gash (with what Alva thinks is the cutest little pout) to make sure she's doing it right.

who is in constant need of comfort? 

Beta requires a lot of reassurance particularly at the beginning--is she doing this right? Does Alva like her? Does Alva really really like her--are you sure? And Alva's happy to provide it with a smile and a kiss.

But vice versa with Alva admitting her greatest fears and insecurities as the two of them look for solutions to help the Quen back home and Beta gently letting her know she believes in her, that she knows she's doing her best and that things will be all right if they can help it.

who gets more jealous? 

Beta, hands down. Because she still is BAMBOOZLED why Alva would ever have interest in someone as plain as herself, she thinks.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

Both of them retreat when things get overwhelming, or to mediate heated fights. They both recognize the importance of "I'm too riled up to talk things through with you right now, I'll come back later when I'm ready to NOT say something I'll regret" 

who will propose? 

...they WOULD be those cheesy motherfuckers to accidentally propose at the same time LMAO

who has the most difficult parents?

Honestly? Probably both's parents would love each other! But I suppose Alva's parents would be the most difficult owing to Beta isn't sure what to do with all this attention all of a sudden ahahaha

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

At first Alva, and then gradually Beta starts initiating!! She like the holdm hands....

who comes up for the other all the time? 

Since Alva's currently out and about getting the Quen rallied, she probably pops back to Base where Beta is stationary the most often. But Beta would eventually work up the courage to go with Aloy to visit the Quen settlement herself--surprising and charming Alva since this would've been before they were ever any semblance of 'together'

who hogs the blankets? 

Beta gets coldest fastest, poor dear. Alva jsut finds her an extra one while fetching another for herself.

who gets more sad? 

Probably an even split--as bubbly a person Alva is, I'm sure she's harbouring her fair share of turmoil she just doesn't tell anyone. And we all know Beta has a laundry list of issues to contend with now that the Zeniths are gone.

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Alva--she's definitely way more experienced in this kind of thing, and really it does come very naturally to her as a cheery friendly kind of person.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Alva! With how much she gesticulates and speaks with her hands--a laugh and a chastising, "Beta!", I feel would be a common occurrence

who is more streetwise?

Alva, 110%. Liaising with people and getting a read on their intents and personalities while also knowing her way around travelling is all part of her job. Beta would have a good intuition too but it's nowhere near as practiced as Alva's.

who is more wise?

Beta is, in a more existential sense, while Alva is when it comes to the whims of others.

who’s the shyest? 

Beta, before she gets comfortable! She doesn't like doing things that draw attention to her, unless that attention is that of her cherished ones--then she LOVES it but isn't quite sure how to convey it ahaha

who boasts about the other more? 

OH IT'S INSUFFERABLE THEY'RE BOTH TERRIBLE WITH THIS LMAO [affectionate]

It's always "Beta did this!!" and "Wow, Alva's so clever, I never would've picked that up!" and "Beta cracked this impossible code in no time, isn't that incredible?" and ENOUGH THESE LOVEBIRDS DON'T STOP CHIRPING

who sits on who’s lap? 

Beta on Alva's--gf comfy!!! Wraps her arms around her neck and leans on her shoulder, for support, while cuddling in the lobby. Alva can't say she complains~

#robin chirps #alvabet #ask game #hfw spoilers #THANK YOU FOR THEY...I WUV THEM #alva #beta

[confusedgeek]

crying over a BL drama~utsukushii kare (2021)

so i finished this japanese BL drama in a fucking day (yes im that devoted to get into BL dramas lately :,) very sad)

and it was,,, beautiful (lmao no pun intended;))

it basically goes around the ship dynamic of “servant and his king” kinda thing, a student with stuttering problems gets saved by the so-called “king of the school” from introducing himself to his new class and only embarrass himself even more.

as the drama goes, along with the episodes the two get closer to each other and that’s where ALL THE FUCKING MAIN REASON IT IS CALLED A DRAMA REALLY STARTED TO FUCKING SHOW UP

they were literally pushing each other apart everytime they had a chance with “oh he probably has a boyfriend” and shit like that

THERE WAS A KISS SCENE BETWEEN THE “SERVANT AND HIS KING” BUT LET ME LET LOOSE A LITTLE AND SAY THAT

with no judgement whatsoever, the kiss scene lacked its realism

idk bruh like,,, AGGRESSIVE GRAB AND NOT EVEN MAKING A POUT LIKE YOURE ACTUALLY TRYING TO FAKE A KISS IS UM

shussy (｀・∀・´)

other than that, um, *evil gremlin laugh* there wassssss

um,,,, A VERY NICE FAN SERVICE SCENE WHERE HIRA (the “servant”) IMAGINED KIYOI (the “king”) KISSING ANOTHER DUDE AND TAKIN CLOTHES OFF AND KISSIN NECKS MOANING SHIT LIKE THAT

made my bones stand straight with my boner meheheheh (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

other than that, there were a lot of BEAUTIFUL SCENES WITH THAT TENSION THAT EVERY THIRSTY HOE LIKE ME WANTS

with that SLAP OF CLASSIC MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUD TO SPICE MY SOUP UP AYE LETS GOOOO!!!!

(=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)

<< by those scenes i mean where they have the best eye contact with classic dramatic music in the background

and their memories together from high school rise up in the midst of it all _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

to sum it up, cause i CAN AND WILL talk about this for hours long, i recommend this BL drama if you’re into that tsundere angst shit

WITH REALLY BEAUTIFUL VISUAL SCENES AND WHATNOT

and a lot of um

PAINFUL LOVE TRIANGLE MOMENTS *cri*

#utsukushii kare #j drama #bl drama #boys love #yaoi #very very sad #THERE WAS THAT ONE SCENE THAT STILL SWIMS IN MY HEAD WITH THAT CLASSIC MUSIC AND I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME #DENY THE URGE TO GO BACK TO THAT SCENE AGAIN

[n0t-le4fy]

"Love me—that's all I ask of you."

Credits to: one of Azaleas Rollo bots (inspired a bit of this fic) and Phantom of the Opera (for the quote dialogue and title).

Genre: Twisted Wonderland

Relationship: Rollo and Seb (MC), a  short fictional story with Leafy and Idia.

TW’s: Mentions of slurs, insults, ‘making out’, gay😰, ginger hate, lots of sobs, Crowley, idia being a gamer discord mod, mentions of suicide (no action just lighthearted insults), kissing, oblivious.

*NOT PROOFREAD*

“-and the last name picked is Sebastian Hartz from Ramshackle Dorm!” Headmage Crowley announces as the crowd of eager and disappointed students cheer for the infamous Seb. 

Grim- a weird cat-weasel creature- is the first to cheer at him. Sebastian pulls the tuna-loving cat into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “Mrrah! Let me go! I’ll tell my henchhuman about you!” Grim squeaks out, semi-ly regretting his past excitement.

Ace pouts, standing next to Seb. It took everything in the Ramshackle Prefect to not gloat at the ginger boy next to him. 

“Hey! How come he got in instead of me?” Ace Trappola, a member of Heartslabyul, complains about not getting to go. 

“Guess what, Ace.” Seb boyishly smiles as he faces Ace.

“What?” The already aggravated ginger asks back. “Are you gonna give up your spot to me?” 

“No.” 

“Well, what?” 

“Don’t you want to go to the Fleur City Social?” 

“Yeah- but I can't.”

“Well, that sounds like a skill issue!” He blows a childish raspberry at his friend and continues death-grip Grim. 

“I hate you,” Ace mutters under his breath and turns to start talking to a happy Deuce.

Like Seb, the delinquent-ish Deuce Spade had also been chosen for the social, along with Ruggie Bucchi, Epel Felmier, Riddle Rosehearts- housewarden of Heartslabyul, Azul Ashengrotto- housewarden of Octavinelle, Idia Shroud (mmmngh)- housewarden of Ignyhide, Jamil Viper- vice housewarden of Scarabia, Sebek Zigvolt, and Silver (lmao he doesn’t have a last name because he has Lilia as an adoptive father L (i can be his new adoptive mother after a night with Lilia-)). Quite the diversity, ranging from a feminine-looking country boy to an octo-mer, Professor Crowley made sure to include at least one person from every dorm.

“Congratulations, Seb.” A well-known wolf male approaches the group from behind, startling almost everyone.

“Huh-? Oh, hi Jack- and thanks. It’s a shame you didn’t get in, though,” Seb gives the boy, Jack Howl, a closed-eye smile and puts his hands on his hips. “it would’ve been great for you to be there too!” 

“Yeah.” Jack nods with his usual professional expression plastered on his face and a still sing-song tone. “I have to go; Leona is asking all of Savanaclaw for a Ruggie-fill-in while Ruggies at the social.”

“Alright, I'll see you later.”

✩

“Leafy, no, you knew he would act like this and you still asked him to ‘make out’.” Seb was comforting his dear friend, Leafy Ayaki, who had just been rejected by the Ignyhide housewarden and was now sobbing. 

Not rejected, more like he got flustered and ran away. Idia was always anti-social and anxious, so this reaction was rather expected of him. 

“b-b-b-but.. I love him..” Leafy chokes through sobs. “why doesn’t he love me back..” 

“You literally walked up to him and asked to make out with him. Did you expect a different reaction?” Seb sighs as the sobs continue. 

“It’s kinda funny, to be honest..” He mumbled to himself. “Hah, L..”

“f-this is not-.. the time! Go kil-kill yourself!” The sobbing mess of a Pomefiore member beside Seb was, well, sobbing. 

“Be a buddy, not a bully.”

“Tell that to Vil! He’ll literally kill me if he sees me like this!” 

“Womp, womp, wooooooomp.” 

Just as Leafy was about to scream slurs at Seb, the peacemaker Ace comes in. Not really a “peacemaker”, just able to make everyone against him instead of each other, but still not offensive in any way. Just annoying. 

Gingers have a rather.. un-diverse personality range; they’re either an ugly annoying ginger or an attractive annoying ginger. 

“Leafy! Seb! I need your help!” The ginger boy peeks his head through a broken Ramshackle door, which was broken from an encounter Grim had with the Ramshackle ghosts. He got scared by the ghost roommates and quite literally jumped out of his boots.

“What?” 

“w-what?” (still choking words through sobs)

“Nothing.” Ace gives them a boyish grin as he skips away like a circus clown. 

“This is why gingers don’t deserve love.” 

Leafy still sobs into Seb as he comforts her. “I like Deuce better.”

“I agree, Deuce at least tries to have morals. Ace makes it very clear he treats most people the same, bratty and obnoxious.”

Seb, with the front of his shirt drenched from tears, begins to pack for the social.

✩

“Get off of me,” Seb says as he desperately tries to release Leafy's death grip on his shirt. “Now.”

“Nooooooooo! Don’t gooooo!” Leafy, again, is sobbing while grabbing onto his shirt. “I can't liiive without you!” 

“Non, Roi De Trickster, let go at once!” The professional French hunter comes to Seb's rescue and pries Leafy away. “Tu est un peu stupide..” 

“You’re like a rabid dog,” Seb mutters under his breath and makes his way to the group, though an unexpected Malleus is also awaiting. 

Malleus is conversing with Silver and Sebek. 

Seb decides to look around while Leafy is being physically restrained and scolded by the Pomefiore housewarden, Vil Shroenheit. 

“It’s okay, big brother!” The housewarden's younger robot brother comforts him while Idia is panicking. Seb stares in confusion and slight amusement.

“No, it’s not! I’m ‘bouta go 0 HP! I can't do this! It’s the final boss and I'm not ready for it!” Blue hair flaring as he panics, Idia is not mentally prepared for the trip. “This is too high a level! * crying emoji *” (he says the crying emoji thing.)

“Big brother! You should make new friends; I believe you can do it!”

✩

“Why did I get placed next to him..” Seb mutters to himself as he waits in line to go to Fleur City. “I hate everything.”

The blue-haired man next to Seb was absorbed in a mobile game (probably something like Clash Of Clans tbh) and was smelling of Ax body spray and energy drinks. Seb gags, now breathing through his mouth.

“LMAO! Did he think he could win against Blue Idia? LOL.” Idia brags to himself after beating a bot.

“God, I know I’m not much of a perfect one of your children, but please, give me the strength to restrain myself from jumping off a bridge.” The Ramshackle prefect silently prays.

“Shroud, what is it you are playing?” A friendly tone comes in front as the Diasomnia housewarden asks Idia curiously. 

“Gh-! N--n-nothing!” The pathetic ‘gamer boy’ of a man scrambles to put his phone away as Malleus looks back at him. 

“Oh,” 

“Sebastian!” A familiar, rather annoying voice comes from behind Seb. There he stands, the one and only Grim. “I and my henchhuman were allowed to come!!” 

The tuna-starved weasel scrambles up the line to stand next to his second henchhuman- or friend. He smells Idia and immediately backs away slightly and scrunches his nose up. 

“It’s great to see you, I thought I would be alone,” Seb explained. “I don’t think Leafy would have fed you any tuna.”

“Yuh huh I would!” Another familiar voice is heard- this time from a different angle. 

“Mrrah!” The weasel is startled as both of them quite literally snap their heads around to see a, well, familiar person. 

Could you guess it? It's the infamous Leafy again!!!!!!!! All dressed in their Pomefiore uniform too, how great.

“I totally would give Grim tuna! Go hop the border again,” The Pomefiore student insults Seb. “I would give Grim a lot of tuna!!!” 

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“This is why you look like an 80’s rock band lead singer!”

“At least I have good taste- you asked Idia to make out.”

“I-” 

MucTobody's surprise, Idia and the other few students in front of the group in line were.. watching. Embarrassing, huh? 

“Ayaki and Hartz; please stop arguing.” The dragon fae attempts to calm the spectrum-induced duo.

“I AM PERFECTLY CALM YOU-” Seb gets his mouth covered by a terrified Leafy who was shaking in their boots. 

“O-of course, Malleus! I’m s-so sorry-,” Petrified and practically shaking, Leafy begins to apologize profusely to the Diasomnia housewarden, Malleus Draconia. He was quite intimidating for someone who goes fangirl mode over gargoyles. (“Erm actually.. that gargoyle is from 1834, not 1833. Get it right before joining the ‘Gargoyle Appreciation Club’.)  “-so, so, so sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

Malleus nods and turns back around, Leafy sighs, relieved. 

“Are you... scared of Malleus?”

“I’M NOT!!”

“He literally shivered your timbers.”

“N-NO HE DIDN’T!!”

“Yes he did-” 

Again, much to nobody's dismay, Seb, Grim, and Leafy were not paying attention to their place in line; and they were indeed basically next.

“Leafy, I granted you permission to stand with Sebastian in line, because I am just oh so kind and generous, and not to accompany him to Fleur City.” Headmage Crowley informs the group of their situation.

Leafy was indeed able to obtain permission from Crowley to wait in line with Seb as a final goodbye, but not after many tears. 

So technically, Crowley is somewhat... Kind.. but it was mostly countles sobs from an acoustic Pomefiore student. 

“NOOOOO!! PLEEAAASSSEEE LET ME GO TO FLEUR CITY!! MY SEBBY WEBBY POOKS WILL BE ALL ALOOONE!!” Leafy sniffs and gets ready to sob again.

“Your Sebby Webby Pooks..?- never mind,” Dire Crowley shakes his head. “Sadly, I can not allow you to attend the social alongside Sebastian.”

“WELL WHY NOT YOU-”

“Language. And stop being childish, Roi De Trickster, tu es très ennuyeux.” The beautiful French hunter from behind shushes Leafy.

Realizing that no matter how many sobs they put out, Leafy will still be dorm-bound for the length of the social. She pulls Seb into a tight hug, sobbing into him again.

“I-I’ll miss you... *sniff*. I love you, Seb,” 

“Bros about to reenact a Calrity meme..” 

“I really wish I could call you a slur right now..”

“I love you too..” 

Another sob.

“PLEASE DON’T GOOOOOOOO!! I’LL MISS YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCHHHH” 

✩

Saying their goodbyes, the mildly fruity couple part ways: Leafy returns Pomefiore, ready to be scolded by Vil for not properly crying, and Seb enters the Magic Mirror into Fleur City.

Still sobbing, Leafy looks back one last time as Seb enters the Magic Mirror. She does a dramatic stare at the mirror and turns away as a single tear falls down her cheek. 

“What was that?” A nearby student asks his friend.

“I dunno.. let’s stay away from them..” His friend replies

“I was gonna do that anyways..” 

“Good..”

As Leafy enters the Pomefiore dorm Mirror, she braces herself for a harsh scolding from the housewarden

And a scolding she gets.

“Leafy! Where in Twisted Wonderland have you been?! You missed my makeup session with you, I was supposed to show you the right way to put on eyeliner!” Vil Schoenheit yells at the helpless student. “You’d better have a good excuse!”

“Well, I-” 

“Not good enough of an excuse!” 

The moral of this story is to never miss a makeup training session with housewarden Vil.

✩

“Why are we even here? Everyone knows socials are F-tier!” Idia complains while waiting with the group for the rest of the students to enter the Magic Mirror. 

“Mrrah! When do we eat?” Grim looks around for any restaurants that are cat-friendly. “I’m staaaarving!”

“I want some rice pudding,” Sebastian says as he stands next to Grim. “It sounds so good.. Fleur City pudding... Mmm..”

Getting pulled into a daydream about rice pudding, Seb nearly falls over- if it weren't for the one and only...

ROLLO FLAMME!!!!!!!

“Stay awake. It would be disrespectful to Fleur City if you fell asleep while not in bed,” The blue bowl-cut man explains to a flustered Seb. “it wouldn’t make a good impression for Night Raven College.”

Blushing, Seb apologizes as Rollo walks away. Keep in mind that this is their FIRST TIME MEETING. Seb does not know Rollo. Rollo does not know Seb. 

“Mrrah..? Who was that, henchhuman number two?” Grim stops scanning the area and is now observing Rollo as he walks away. From his weird-shaped hat to his drag queen shoes, the cat-weasel takes in every detail without knowing it. He shrugs it off and continues looking for places that sell tuna.

“I don’t know..” He rubs his eyes tiredly. “That was weird..”

“You know what’s even weirder? The fact this place has NO tuna shops! I like Sam’s Shop better.” The tuna-starved weasel begins to complain about the lack of tuna in Fleur City. 

“Do not insult my liege! Apologize this instant!” The crocodile-like freshman scolded Idia for ‘insulting’ Malleus. “Malleus is far better than you in every possible way!”

“Stop yelling, Monsieur Crocodile. Roi De Chambre, please apologize.”

“No, that's like- mega L worthy. I'm not apologizing until the screech machine stops yelling at me for telling Malleus I would basically pound him into a dumpster if he challenged me to a game. Not literally, metaphorically. It’s so funny you can't even LOL about it.”

“I don’t remember caring, now apologize!”

“What’s all this ruckus about?” A familiar blue-haired man appears from the corner. 

“Who’re ya?” Epel asks, accidentally letting his country accent slip.

“Rollo Flamme,” he responds.

✩

“Seb.. isn’t that the weird dude who saved you from hospital bills earlier?” Grim pokes at Seb until he gets an answer. Cat weasels are very persistent.

“Yeah, probably.” Seb looks over and smiles at Rollo, who does not smile back- just looks tired. “He’s hot.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. He’s definitely bbg material.”

“You have bad taste in men.” Jamil butts into the conversation.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Not maybe, you do. Worse than Leafy.. they like Idia.”

Idia shutters at the thought of Leafy after their last... interesting interaction.

“Ils aiment le Roi de Chambre?” The Frenchman is very confused. Who could like the stinky shut-in housewarden, Idia Shroud? “Non.”

“Uh-.. how do I say yes in French? Wee?”

“It’s oui, Monsieur L’autisme.”

“I don’t care. Grim, have you found any food places yet?”

Grim, still observing the area like a drug dog on duty, shakes his head. 

“I don’t like this place.”

“We will eat momentarily.” The man whom Seb is fawning over appears behind them. “First, you’ll get a tour of Nobel Bell College.”

✩

(time skip to after the tour and they are now eating (I'm lazy))

Everyone was eating at different tables, though Rollo was all alone like a poor lonely German boy.

“Why are you eating all alone, Flamme?” The dragon fae asks.

“I just hate all of you.” That was what Rolli would have said if it wasn’t for Seb plopping down next to him.

“He’s not! I’m sitting with him.” Seb exclaimed and bit into his apple tart, giving Malleus a look saying: “Go away before I tear your arm off and beat you with it.”

And he did just that- he went away to talk to Sebek and Silver.

“What exactly are you doing?” The bowl-cut man asks.

“I’m sitting with you!” Normally, Seb wouldn’t be this outgoing with his crushes. Not nearly. But, since they’re literally in a different country, he decided to.

“Is an apple tart all you’re eating?”

“Ya, I’m too poor for anything else.”

Rollo nods and continues eating.

“You’re hot.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re hot.”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Who else would I be talking to? My dead cat?”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Okay.”

It was too awkward to speak for a while after that.

“You’re hot.”

“Stop saying that!”

“It’s true!”

(“grrr..” “bros going full alpha mode”)

“Do you... like me?”

“Naw.”

“What? Really?”

“No, I do like you.”

“I like you too.”

Seb tries to respond but gets a face full of apple tart. He was daydreaming again.

A concerned Rollo is urgently shaking Seb awake. 

Have you connected it yet? Rollo is slowly falling for Seb without realizing it. Who wouldn’t? With his muscular figure and dashing roblox man face smile, Josh Hutcherson core fr. /j The lovesick fool is just shoving his feelings so far down that he hopes they’ll disappear. 

“Sebastian Hartz! W-wake up this instant!” Close to crying, Rollo thought Seb had died.

“What the fart.” Seb wakes up with a face covered in an apple tart.

“Seb..!” Rollo pulls him into a tight hug.

He realizes what he is doing and immediately pushes Seb away with a red face.

“What the fart.”

“I-uh.. you passed out.”

“Oh, carp.” Realization hits him as both of their faces turn a  strawberry-like shade. “Why'd you hug me?”

“What do you mean? I didn’t hug you.” He’s in his gaslighting era.

“Whatevah.” 

…

“Oh poop, I messed up my tart.”

“..do you want a croissant?”

…

“RARARSRSTSHHZJSHA YES.”

Rollo gives him the croissant. Seb devours it, almost choking on it.

“Don’t eat it so fast. You’ll choke.”

Seb coughs and smiles like player 456 in his mugshot in Squid Game. (LMFAO)

“You’re hot.” Seb repeats his fantasy.

“What?” Rollo turns flustered as he stares at Seb in confusion. “I’m... hot?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..” He shrugs and licks his fingers. I guess you could say that the croissant was finger-licking good. (Mr. McElwain knee slap joke)

“You’re.. an odd creature.” Rollo meant that as more of a compliment than an insult, which Seb gladly took as one.

Rollo puts his hand on Seb's cheek, eyes sparkling as he leans in and gently presses his lips against the opposing person for a moment before pulling away.- HAHA L YOU THOUGHT LLLL SKILL ISSUE LMAOOOOOOOOOO

“Odd creature?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a hot creature.” Seb has ultimate rizz.

“STOP SAYING THAT.”

“Never.”

Seb yawns suddenly. He could be tired or this could be a Yandere Rollo fic for all you know. 

“Hot diggity darn... I’m tired.”

“Okay?”

“Can I rest on you?”

“Wh-no!”

Seb does it anyway, placing his head on Rollo's shoulder and passing out. Rollo is flustered and tries to push Seb off of him. Unsurprisingly, Seb just scoots closer and unconsciously hugs Rollo. Rollo, again, is flustered.

“What the fu-..” Remembering he is Christian and a Student Council President, Rollo stops himself from swearing. “-flip..”

Seb nuzzles against him as Rollo sits there like the touch-starved Christian man he is. He thinks about something, then thinks again. Then he decides to do it.

He plants a kiss on Seb's forehead and then jerks his head up to see if anyone saw it. Nobody- the group is busy watching the Masquerade show.

He does it again, this time holding his lips on Seb's forehead for longer.

He does it once again.

And again.

And again.

And.. again.

And again- until he was scared his brother was watching and would be disappointed in him.

✩

Seb wakes up, eventually, and Rollo is still patiently awaiting his awakening.

“Are you awake yet?” Rollo asks, not expecting an answer.

“Nope.”

“Okay, love you.”

Seb sits up quickly and Rollo looks at him, flustered asf.

“I thought you said you weren’t alove?”

“You love me?”

What a conundrum. 

“Uhh..”

“…”

This is awkward. I'm getting secondhand embarrassment. Dang Rollo.

“Uh.. what I said was.. uh.. I meant..” The poor boy struggles to cover up the fact he said he loved Seb. “Uhhh.. I mean-..”

“…”

“…”

“YOU LOVE ME??”

“N-NO!!”

“YOU SAID SO, LIAR!!!”

“NO, I DIDN’T!!”

“Alright, I’ll leave then.” Seb begins to stand up.

“Wait-”

✩

“Wanna share a croissant..?” Rollo says this in an attempt to go on a semi-date with Seb, romantic.

“Is that even a question? Of course, I do.”

They got a croissant. And they shared it. 

“How much was it? I’ll pay you back.”

“What?”

“You got me a croissant; I’m paying you back”

“Uh..” Rollo thinks for a moment. 

“Well?” Impatient and awkwardly sitting there in the silence, Seb pushes Rollo lightheartedly for an answer.

"Love me— that's all I ask of you." hushed in a hushed voice.

“What?” Seb didn’t understand. “Love you?”

“Never mind..” Rollo brushed it off and continued eating his croissant.

He had decided to buy two croissants instead of one so they wouldn’t have to break a Fleur City croissant in half.

“You want me to.. love you?”

“Maybe..”

“Okay..”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I’ll love you. I already do and it’s better than begging people for spare change.” He laughs, and Rollo does too, it would be very, very awkward if he didn’t.

“Is this your confession to me?” He’s confused. So is Seb. Couple goals???

“Sure I guess.”

“Okay.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

Rollo gets kiss shy and very flustered, so he doesn’t know how to answer more than turning his head to hide his blushing face. Seb takes this as an opportunity to rizz him up/j

Seb leans back and forth, fidgeting, worrying he’s messed something up with Rollo. He takes a chance and scoots closer- enough for him to give Rollo a little smooch. Just a quick little cheek kiss.

“Wh-” If it was possible, Rollo turns even more red. Even more red. Bro looks like someone after eating a pomegranate.

“I love you, Rollo.”

“Oh- uh..” He struggles to form words other than mutters. The poor boy has probably never had a girlfriend before- let alone a boyfriend. “I love you too..” (small text indicates how quiet he says it)

“Hm?” Seb shows how deaf he is.

“I love you too.”

“Quesadilla?”

“What-? No.”

“Oh. Well, just spit it out I guess.”

“I.. I-.. I..”

“You’re gay? I know.”

“No! I love you!” 

Rollo, surprised at how fast he blurted it out, blushes profusely again.

“I love you too.”

✩

“Sebastian? It’s late, you should go to bed.” Rollo explains random stuff while Seb leads him to an open place. Probably an open, late-night Fleur City street. (“Life at night is always finer- neon streets are full of lust.”)

“Never! I want to do something romantic.” He smiles widely while his new boyfriend of 3 hours blushes at the mention of a romantic act.

“I’m scared.”

(sorry for the small thing)

✩

Back at the Pomefiore dorm, Leafy was being visited by her friend from Savanaclaw- Callie. Leafy was, again, sobbing about being rejected by Idia.

“If that man harms you in any way again I will not hesitate to pound him into a ball and serve him as some sort of foreign onigiri to Ruggie.” Callie's voice is intimidating yet soothing and soon Leafy falls asleep. 

Callie decides to head for the exit, leaving a little “Goodbye!” note for Leafy to read when they wake up. She exits the dorm room and makes her way to the Magic Mirror to head back to Savanaclaw.

(another short one- IM SORRY) 

✩

Seb leads Rollo to an open bench and sits down, patting the seat next to him where Rollo sits too. The sunset is visible; a beautiful bright orange fading into a light pink, anyone else would be honored to see such a sight.

“Beautiful, right? I researched about Fleur City sunsets before coming here..” Seb says softly as his gaze falls to Rollos.

“I’m never up very late... I usually go to bed at 10.” Rollo explains his sleep schedule as he looks into Seb’s eyes.

What comes next? You could never guess it.

Rollo is the one to lean in, planting his lips against Seb’s for a cute little Heartstopper kiss. 

He and Seb turn red as they both look away, flustered. Rollo must feel so awkward. (“Did I mess up? What if he hates me”)

Seb gives him a closed-eye head-tilt smile, bright red blush plastered on his face, and he interlocks fingers with Rollos.

They both gaze up into the sunset, holding hands, smiling. Seb leans his head on Rollo's shoulder and he allows it. They nuzzle up against each other and get ready to stay in that position for a while.

“How do I repay you for letting this happen?” Rollo asks suddenly, though his tone is soft. 

Seb chuckles as they both doze off to sleep under the Fleur City stars. 

"Love me—that's all I ask of you." 

The end! Lmk if you want a part two or anything!!!1!!

inspired by Azaleas Rollo bot 

I picked my dialogue for literally everything because even if the Glorious Masquerade event was available to reread anytime I would be far too lazy to do that. Also, this is a fanfiction. Fanfiction. But in all seriousness I do hope you did enjoy  this fic because uhh it took time and stuff)  

Short mini-story.

The social is over, and Seb with the group go through the Magic Mirror to get back to Night Raven College. Much to nobody's surprise, Leafy is waiting patiently for Seb's return. They look like a mid-thirty-year-old woman camping outside of Walmart for Black Friday, blanket and everything. They watch attentively, giving the mirror their undivided attention as people come through the Magic Mirror.

First Malleus, then Sebek, then Silver, and so on. 

Seb finally enters NRC and is greeted by a sobbing Pomefiore student.

“SEEEB!! I MISSED YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!” Seb swears he can feel his ribs shatter as the wind gets pulled out of his lungs at the tightness of the hug he is receiving.

“I missed you too,” Seb coughs out as the hug only gets tighter. “Idia got Masquerade attire, you should have seen him- you would’ve melted.” 

A few seconds after he said that, Leafy was already waiting for Idia to come through the Magic Mirror. Epel, no. Rook, no. Ruggie, no. Idia, yes. 

Idia expected to have Leafy waiting for Seb, but what he didn’t expect was to be engulfed in a tight hug as soon as he entered the Mirror. Unexpected or not, it still happened.

“Ah-! G-get off of me!” Idia doesn’t know who's hugging him, but from the height range, he suspects it is Ortho. He looks down and does not find Ortho, instead, the person he ran away from before the social. He suspects she's mad and wants monetary compensation, she wants a kiss. “Gh-! uh... Leafy... hiii…” hi guys its basil

“Hello, big brother! Who is that you're hugging?” The small robot boy greets his brother and finds him hugging someone. Could this be a new friend? “Big brother, did you make a new friend on your trip? I’m so proud of you!”

The tips of Idia’s hair turn pink as he blushes. “N-no!” He makes another useless attempt to pry Leafy away from him.

In case you were wondering, Seb was standing a few feet away from them, the same as Ortho. Ortho was beaming, proud of his brother for making a new friend. Seb was snickering to himself; the whole interaction was quite amusing to him. Leafy was nuzzling up to him, burying her face into his dirty hoodie, getting tears all over him. Idia is freaking out and trying his hardest to get them off, but since he is a scrawny little dude he can’t. 

“G-get off of me!” Idia is about to have an anxiety attack while getting his ribs shattered by a hug. 

Idia is about to say something else when he is met with a tear-filled kiss on the cheek by Leafy. The tips of his hair turn red again as his pupils dilate. He is released from the hug as Seb pulls Leafy away and back to Ramshackle.

“Hi guys intermission welcome back 👽👽 its me ya boy basil with ANOTHER youtube video today we are being COOL. is cool ok bye guys back to the progrm” - basil

[zhongrin]

yup yup! tho sometimes i can't help but think dad pouts whenever you pay more attention to cute animals hehe. speaking of pouting, there's no way i'll ever let cyno down that he was all the sulky general mahamatra nyehehe >:)) /aff. as for protection, i can actually kick fairly hard! i'll aim for the knees. also i'm manifesting lots of sleep for you as well mom! pls take care of yourself + drink some tea as well ^^ hahdhxjw i lost track of how big dad's treasure hoard was :"D ~Lycoris

it's his dragon instinct of his, it's okay, it's called exposure therapy /j he's still the cutest human and animal in my eyes, i tell him this constantly anyway 🤭

i imagine you could kick to at least fracture a bone 🦴 so yes hit 'em in the knees!!! break them kneecaps hehheheh 😈

thank you <3 i'll be okay! downed my second cup of coffee but i drank lots of water too so i'm hydrated ✨

as for your dad's treasure hoard.... hmmm. yeah. don't even ask hahahah he has several caves all across liyue actually did you know

DO NOT CRASH THE WINDOW and i say this not just nc it would cost money to repair but your body!!! is important!!!! do not!!!! hurt yourself!!!! >:|

YEAH lmao idk why i said onsen (morning brain went brr) i did watch it again ♡

ALL THE DOGGOS!!! 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ you get a belly rub! you get a belly rub! you too shall get a belly rub!! 💓💓💓

VENTI. VENTI FOR THE LOVE OF REX LAPIS PLS STOP MAKING THE DREAM CATCHERS CHIME AT THE MOST UNEXPECTED TIMES MY POOR HEART-

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: anon 💟 #lycoris anon

[logicheartsoul]

STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES Deleted Dialogue from A Taste of Armageddon (1.23)

#tosedit #trekedit #stnetwork #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #gif #my gifs #long post #bones' pout is a lot lmao #i thought i could make this set 3 gifs long but whoops nope #i'm pretty ok with the color correcting job i did on this one #i know it's been awhile but i hope y'all like it

[totiredtowrite]

oikawa request? 👀 can I get uuuuuuuuuuh oikawa’s in love with reader but reader straight up doesn’t get it like oikawa kisses his cheek? he’s like “oh shit we kissing the homies goodbye now? bet” sorry I love himbos lmao

Helpless

Warnings - Just my main hoe oikawa and some cursing, also it's hinted that reader is shorter than oikawa so beware ig?

Note: I got a similar request, so I just decided to lump them both together to get one massive himbo reader and Oikawa's even massiver crush on you

Male Reader

Oikawa calls you a himbo a lot.

You aren't too sure what the word means, but you assume that he says it as a term of endearment judging by the smile on his face whenever he says it. It was almost like calling your best friend an idiot, or your boyfriend a doofus.

Whatever the case was with him, you didn't mind. Having a nickname from one of your best friends makes you feel all bubbly and happy, so there isn't a need to put too much thought into it anyway.

You hummed out of habit when you arrive at the gym. The tall ceiling and polished floors always made you feel right at home. Your dopey grin grew wider at the sight of Oikawa and Iwaizumi setting up the net.

Jogging up to them, you reach up to rest your hand on Oikawa's shoulder.

"Hi Tooru-kun!" You say cheerfully, eyes sparkling at him.

"(Y/n)!" He said, his voice cracking a bit. Iwaizumi muffled a laugh and continued with what he was doing. You, oblivious to Oikawa's reddening face, just turned smiled at him with a look that could only remind him of an adoring puppy.

He turned his face away from you to attempt to hide his blush.

"Shouldn't you be getting changed?" Iwaizumi says with an annoyed eye roll in an attempt to save Oikawa's pride. He isn't heartless after all, Oikawa's pathetic struggle was even hard for him to watch.

You shrugged. "I just wanted to say hi to Oikawa first!" You take your hand off of his shoulder. "I'll get changed now!" You grin, and wave at them before turning to go to the club room. Oikawa let out a heavy breath and banged his head against the net pole.

"Cut that out Shittykawa! We wouldn't want you to loose more brain cells..." Hajime muttered that last part quietly.

"Iwa-chaan, what can I do!" Oikawa whined. "He's just too perfect!" And too dumb to notice, but that little detail doesn't need to be said out loud.

Iwaizumi hums. "Well maybe it's a blessing in disguise. You almost outed your stupid ass in front of him."

"Always so mean Iwa-chan," Oikawa pouted mockingly at him.

Iwaizumi was right though. He almost gave himself away. (Well, not really, you would probably just assume he was sick).

How could he not be in love with you though? You always made sure he was doing okay, checking up on him, making sure he wasn't overworking himself. You always gave him that beautiful bright smile, and came to say "hi" or "good morning" whenever you saw him. It's not like he was never going to tell you! He just had to figure out how to do it!

"Why not just be direct," Matsukawa had suggested a week ago, "Do something that he couldn't misunderstand." Oikawa furrowed his brows and huffed as that interaction came to mind. 'Direct.' Like what? It's not like Oikawa could just walk up to you and kiss you! That'd be insane, He reasoned to himself as the rest of the team started lining up for drills. Wouldn't it?

~~~

Oikawa was going to kiss you.

In an attempt to reason with his seemingly outlandish idea, he told hinself that it wasn't a full on kiss kiss. Just on the cheek or something. That should be complex enough to get his feelings through, and simple enough for you to understand.

After dwelling on it all throughout practice, Tooru practically had stars in his eyes. His eyes were on you the whole time, focusing on your power and how concentrated you look when you play. He wondered what it would be like to finally kiss you.

He was fully energized after ending practice, bouncing on his heels while everyone else was tuckered out.

"What's up with him?" Hanamaki snickered.

"He's finally thought of a plan to confess to (y/n)," Matsukawa responded bluntly, taking a swig out of the blue water bottle he had in hand.

"S'about time," Iwaizumi muttered, looking irritated.

"Let's just give them some space," Matsukawa shot a coy smile at the other two. "We wouldn't want to embarrass our captain."

~~~

"(Y/n)!"

You turn around, startled by the sudden loud noise before looking up to see Oikawa, a focused and determined look on his face.

"Hiya Captain!" You said. "What do you need? You look kind of scary just standing there you know," you laughed.

Oikawa didn't say anything, choosing to replace any possible words with action as he moved towards you.

You nervously fidgeted. His lack of words and eerie movement unnerved you a bit. "Am I in the way of something?" You asked, sudden worry on your face, "I can move if you'd... like..." You trailed off as Oikawa brought his hand to your cheek, resting his thumb on your jaw so he could push your head to the side. "Tooru?" You said, voice much softer now.

He still didn't say anything as he leaned down to plant his lips on your cheekbone, moving just close enough for you to feel his body heat. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, and on the thinner side. It felt oddly nice, the way his lips were warm on your skin. When he pulled back, retracting his hand from your face, he smiled triumphantly.

"Oooh," you said, face lighting up with realization. "We're kissing our friends now? I mean bet, I'll get the jump on you next time!" You had a big grin on your face, one thumb pointed back at you.

You still didn't get it? Seriously? All that planning for you to chalk it up to some regular "kiss the homies" bullshit?

"Oh enough of this," Oikawa said suddenly, grabbing the back of your neck and slamming his lips to yours. You made some kind of surprised noise, the speed and suddenness throwing you off. He unintentionally tugged you closer, his long fingers weaving their way into your hair where yours were gripping his shirt at his waist.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, you stared at him with wide eyes. Both of your faces were no doubt red. "Oh," you start slowly. "Well if you liked me you should have just said so!" You gave him that puppy-like smile again, and wrapped your arms around his waist to bring him into a bone crushing hug.

Oikawa sighed, palming his own face. What a hassle, he thought as he returned your embrace.

He didn't know what kind of an answer that was, but he decided that it was a "yes." After all, you were the one who kissed him back.

#m!reader #hq x male reader #anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #tooru oikawa x male reader #oikawa x male reader

[mxvladdy]

HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING! aaa sO I don't know if you still accept prompts but if you do could you do one with MC being fascinated by the brothers' demon forms and seeing the brothers react to them carefully inspecting their horns/wings/tails??

AHHHHH I love that you love it! And of course! :) Horns are my weak spot lmao. Hope you like!

Lucifer

Hmph. Isn’t ecstatic about you wanting to nose around in his business at first. No matter how touched starved he is, just the thought of your tiny human fingers exploring him…Well on the other hand-

At first, he thought you had some weird fetish for his demonic form. Wouldn’t be the first time a human had. But slowly he realizes you are genuinely just enamored with him. It strokes his ego sky high.

He loves it when you stroke and pet his horns. The bases of which are super sensitive. The amount of time you have spent just looking at the gold-tipped bone, he is certain you probably have memorized the number of chips and notches in them.

You start bringing ornaments and tassels for his horns. Things you made or found pretty when out shopping. He doesn’t wear them in public but likes it when you put them on him in private.

It takes him longer to let you get your hands on his wings though. Looking at the mess of his back isn’t pleasant for him.

He has a dust bath. He loves dusting, and when you help him. Ugh-it’s like his own little paradise.

He teaches you how to preen and find broken feathers to pluck. Your cooing over his soft feathers just makes him fluff up more.

He shows off his horns and wings just a touch more in public now.

Mammon

Hells yeah you can see his demon form. Why wouldn’t you want to? He is absolutely delighted to have you lovin’ all over him. He’s big on scenting.

He is especially proud of his wings, in all his forms. Leathery or feathery, they are his favorite part of his body. They are strong, reliable, and fast if he needs to protect you.

He makes sure you are extra careful about his horns though. The spirling columns of bone aren’t smooth like Lucifer’s and have a wicked sharp point on the tips. His horns grow a lot faster than his brothers. A lot of his horn upkeep is him shaving them down and oiling them.

You take delight in doing that for him. The keratin of his horns flakes quickly so you like to help with that too.

He doesn’t have much feeling around his horn area so you won’t get too many reactions from him. Now his wings~

He gets a kick out of watching you open and close his wings. You are mesmerized by his leather wings stretching to their full wingspan.

His wings look fragile upon closer inspection. You can feel the beats of his hearts through the thin membrane stretched over black bones. It almost makes you forget that you’ve seen him bludgeon demons to death with them before.

You’re so enamored with his wings you miss how flustered he gets when you trace your fingers around the base of his wings. Right where the limbs attach to his back. It’s a very tender spot that hurts most times when he touches it, but maybe because it’s you it feels really good.

Leviathan

He is apprehensive to have you inspect him at first.

Doesn’t have wings and is kinda jelly. But he has a bitchin’ tail, and you remind him often of it.

His tail is strong. A lot stronger than you originally thought. You can feel the slide and pull of thick muscle underneath his leathery skin when he swifts around.

It took you a while to get him to understand you are 1000% ok with his tail and horns being out, in public or private.

He notices that you can't keep your eyes and hands off his tail. While he never does it in front of his brothers he loves to pick you up with it. Your giggles and gasps of awe, while you dangle above him in his secure grasp, brings a huge smile to his face.

He has the most strenuous care routine out of all the brothers. His tail sheds a lot and dries out easily. It is usually a very intimate affair. Lucky for you, he likes you.

He shows you how to use his dry brush to sluff off the dead skin from his tail and scaly parts of his back. It's therapeutic to him. He talks about his newest hyper fixation while you brush and pet his tail.

His horns are a bit more persnickety. They are made up of a delicate ecosystem of coral and sea vegetation. It’s a beautiful vivid array of purple, pink, and blues. Henry and schools of smaller fish make little homes in it when Levi is in his tank.

It has to be kept moist and landscaped or it gets overgrown. He has a knack for aquatic horticulture and gives you a chance to learn too.

It naturally changes size and color based on the Devildom seasons. Your favorite displays are during the warmer seasons.

You buy little tank ornaments to decorate his horns to post on devilgram from time to time. It gets so many likes he gets so excited.

He wears your work proudly, even if it’s not up to his usual standard. His water monster brethren are jealous of the attention, and that’s what matters most.

Satan

If you bring up your interest in a scientific or educational manner, he is more willing to share. He has had far too many run-ins with witches and humans vying for him to be comfortable flaunting his demon form.

As the only born devil out of the group you have to be extra careful with his horns and tail. The bony structure of them is like fine sandpaper. Rough, course and far too abrasive for your tinder human skin.

You have to wear gloves when handling his horns and tail. He apologizes a lot about it. It angers him that he is the one brother that has to be so careful around you.

You really don’t mind though. Even through the thick leather gloves you feel the pulsing heat of his magic. You like the tingling feeling of his magic through your gloves, it’s like licking a battery.

He doesn’t need maintenance on his horns and tail as much as the others. But his horns do fall off like deer antlers.

He gets really irritated when it’s shedding season. The itching and throbbing of his horns when they are ready to fall off is maddening.

You always know when it is horn season due to the deep gouges in the stone walls around the house. You help him though this by scratching around the bases of his horns. It feels so good to have it scratched, and it’s 10x better when it’s not him.

Normally he would just dispose of his horns when they fall off or use them for alchemical purposes. Now, he gives some of them to you. You collect them and have turned a few sets into some lovely pieces of art in his opinion.

Asmodeus

Very much like Mammon- who wouldn’t love his horns and wings? He loves them, so obviously everybody should.

Absolutely eats up your praise and curious touches. He shows you the best places to pet or stroke.

His wings are leathery like Mammons but 1000x more sensitive all-round. He can sense air currents with them, so sneaking up on him to touch a wing is out of the question. As much as you would like to.

Loves see you try though. Will fake being surprised when you come at him from behind to lovingly touch a wing.

He shows you the best places to touch and examine his wings and horns. His smaller set of wings have this one spot underneath their pit that is super ticklish. When you find it, exploit it. He has the best laugh.

He admits to you that he dyes his horns. What can he say? Pink is the best color and his horns just look that much more fabulous in it.

You can convince him to try different colors, but only if you help him dye them. Starts matching colors and outfits with you and his horn color of the month.

His cleaning and maintenance routine he likes to do himself. Sorry! Nothing against you, but he is too meticulous to ask for help. But please stay and watch!

He shows off a lot more when cleaning and moisturizing his horns and wings. Stretching them out, or making sure his horns are shiny enough to catch the light of his room.

Absolutely soaks up for enamored gasps and wide eyes stares.

Beelzebub

Just shrugs when you ask to see his wings and horns.

Of course, he doesn't mind you touching them. He just finds it odd. Kinda forgot that it's not a normal occurrence in the human realm.

He has no issues with you touching or rubbing on his horns. He doesn't have any feeling in them anyway.

But, unfortunately, you can only look at his wings. The cuticle is very fragile so he can't just flare his wings out whenever he feels like the others.

You find the hard casing that protects his wings just as fascinating though. The iridescent sheen of it is mesmerizing. Your eyes can't pick up all the colors that it gleams, but it's still beautiful regardless.

You have a hard time getting any of the shell bits when they shed. Beel normally eats them and he is much faster than you.

But he will temper himself and save a few for you once he figures out why you are pouting.

His paper-thin shell casing resembles stained glass when you hold it up to the light. You have taken to making a large wind chime out of the shedding of the brother's horns and wings. His chitin is the perfect addition to give the slightly macabre piece some color.

He-and the other brothers find it kinda odd that you collect essentially garbage to them, but they chalk it up to a weird human quirk.

If it makes you happy-*shrugs*

Belphegor

Like his twin, doesn’t get the hype around it. But, if it means you’ll be spending more time with him then he won’t complain.

You pet his tail a lot when he is sleeping. His tail is soft and fluffy. It wraps around you while he slumbers, locking you in place by his side.

He wakes you up by tickling your nose with the tuft of his tail. He teases you when it makes you sneeze.

If you thought his bedhead was bad, wait till you see him struggling with the tangles at the tip of his tail.

You offer to help comb it out. Maybe even convince him to invest in a good bottle of conditioner. He takes you along to buy it and lets you choose the scent.

He has a penchant for cucumber and melon scents when it comes to his detergent and pillow sprays so you keep to that realm.

He cannot express how much he doesn’t care about upkeep so if you want to brush his tail and examine his horns go to town, means he doesn’t have to do it.

Belphie gets addicted quickly to you doting on his form. He sleeps harder and better after a session with you brushing his tail or rubbing at his horns.

You’ve learned just how to massage his scalp and where to scratch around his horns to help him fall asleep. He doesn't realize he does it himself as a self-soothing mechanism until you bring it up one night.

When you hit the sweet spots at the base of his tail or horns he can’t control the twitching and movements of his tail.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me requests

[quil12]

souyo + skinship? :D

Tbh, I'd never heard this term before, so I had to look it up. From what I understood, it's just close physical (non-sexual) contact. I might be missing some part of it though, so if I am, I'm sorry lmao.

This honestly reminded me of that episode of Friends where Joey and Ross accidentally end up taking a nap together

“Yu, I’m bored,” Yosuke said, dramatically laying his head down onto the coffee table where all his school books were laid out.

“Maybe you should try actually studying then.”

Yosuke just made a noise, staring up where he was sitting at his desk.

“What do you want to do?” Yu asked, a resigned sigh falling from his lips.

The two of them were currently sitting in Yu’s room, studying for midterms that were coming up the next week. Yosuke knew that he should be studying more for them, but he really didn’t want to. 

“Do you wanna watch a movie?”

Yu seemed to consider that, “We can watch one movie if you promise to study more after it’s over.”

“But-”

“Otherwise, no.”

Yosuke pouted, “Fine.”

Yosuke stood up, walking over to the shelf where he knew that Yu kept a few movies. There wasn’t a lot of selection there, but it was enough to keep him engaged. After a moment of deliberation, he picked an action movie that had appeared on that shelf a few days after he and Yu had gone to go see one together in Okina. 

He set the movie up, then went and sat down on the couch. Yu had already moved to sit there while he was deciding on everything. 

As the opening to the movie played, Yu leaned toward him, letting his head drop onto his shoulder. Yosuke shifted a little to wrap his arm around him before leaning more against the side of the couch, laying down a little bit. 

It was surprisingly comfortable to be like that. He had always enjoyed physical contact with his friends, so having his weight pressed against him was just really pleasant.

After a few minutes, Yu reached out, grasping onto his hand, and pulling it toward him. He started to gently run his fingers across his knuckles - that was also a really nice feeling. After a while though, he stopped, moving to instead grab hold of his fingers. 

Yosuke squeezed his hand before getting absorbed into the fight scene that was going on in the movie.

He got so into what was going on in the story, that he didn’t even notice how much time had passed until the credits started rolling. 

He took a deep breath, waiting for Yu to tell him that it was time to work on homework, but he didn’t say anything. 

He looked down at him, confused, to see that his eyes were closed as he laid against his chest, still clutching his hand. He had fallen asleep. 

Yosuke smiled, reaching his other hand over, and placing his palm against the side of his face, running his thumb over the smooth skin of his cheek. Yu made a contented sounding noise in response, squeezing tighter onto his hand. 

It didn’t seem like he was going to be up anytime soon and he really didn’t want to disturb him. In a quick decision, he closed his eyes, letting himself drift off to sleep, so unbelievably warm and content.

- - -

He woke up a few hours later to Yu shifting over him. 

He groaned, opening his eyes. Yu was still laying against him, but he was awake now, staring up at him.

“What time is it?”

Yu turned his head, looking in the direction of his desk, where there was a clock, “About 9.”

It couldn’t have been later than 5 when they started the movie. Even so, he wanted to go back to sleep. It was just so comfortable like this.

Yosuke hummed, then wrapped both arms around Yu, holding him against his chest. Yu didn’t complain, just grasped onto the front of his shirt with one hand, the other reaching up to rest against his collar bone.

“You know, that was a really good nap.”

Yu let out a small laugh, “It was.”

“We should do it more often.”

He let out a quiet noise of agreement.

It was quiet between them for a few minutes.

“You know, we still have homework left to do.”

Yosuke groaned, “Later.”

#souyo #fanfiction