#happy birthday oth <3

[tteokdoroki]

aali………please please tell us exactly what Rin said about Isagi not being able to fuck that had Egoist Yoichi baby boy fuck reader right in front of Rin 😭 i KNEED to know I must know babes or I’ll go insane

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚—  lost in the lights, out of my mind + yoichi isagi, rin itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — rin itoshi has a bad habit of dishing out what he can't take and a locker room fight with his rival, yoichi isagi, leaves him in the most vulnerable place he'll ever be in. all because of his little unrequited crush on you.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! heavy!smut, porn with some kind of plot, characters aged up to 20s, established relationships (with isagi), unrequited love (rin lmao), some crushing, manipulaton, reverse cuckholding (?), voyuerism, unprotected s!ex, clothed s!ex, fingering (f!receiving), finger sucking, nipple play, body worship, dry humping, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, overstimulation, edging, orgasm control, aftercare, light!degradation, light!dacryphilia, light!sub/dom dynamics, sort of a threesome, creampies, psychologically tormenting rin lmao!!! pro player!yoichi isagi, pro player!rin itoshi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 8.5K.

⭑ notes — happy birthday tew me!! this is my gift to you all, i feel like its such a tradition for me to post something on my bday like i have for the last three years so here you are!! anon, i am so sorry this took so long, i hope you like this... i lost my mind writing it but it was sososo much fun!! enjoy my loves <3 m.list / fic that this refers to (you dont need to read it to understand!) ✩

if there’s one thing rin hates more than anything, it’s losing. after a sour defeat, three goals to a frustrating two, emotions are running high and the locker room fills with an atmosphere so tense even a butcher's knife couldn’t cut through it. it suffocates the boys as they flood into the room, defeatedtly shoving their cleats and water bottles into their cubbyholes — their breathing ragged and muscles aching. 

the silence is shattered by a vicious snarl from blue lock’s main star, yoichi isagi, as he walks in last and heads straight for his rival. “way to fucking go, rin! your stupid little act just cost us the entire game.” the striker bares his fangs, frothing like a rabid dog. “you happy now?” 

“oh fuck you, isagi. were all your shots supposed to be that half-assed? or was that just a weak attempt to impress your little girlfriend up in the stands.” rin fires back, equally as riled up, throwing his sweat soaked shirt into his designated cubby for this game. 

the rest of the team knows not to intervene when two of their best players go head to head, slowly retreating to the showers and changing out of their kit. rin is too highly strung, everything is his way or the highway and everyone is beneath him. isagi is hot headed, switches up on you faster than you can say your own name — and only gets worse if you mention his girlfriend during a fight. 

for a moment, the dark haired striker’s face falls and his deep blue eyes cloud with something rin itoshi only ever sees on the pitch. but isagi quickly recovers, offering the other player a tight lipped smile. 

“let’s keep her out of this, yeah?”

that only makes rin want to double down. 

his relationship with isagi is complex — he’s better than the guy in every way he knows is possible, and yet he envies him. no matter what rin does, his fellow player will always have some kind of leverage over him. whether it be sae’s approval, ego’s favouritism, you. the history between the three of you is even more confusing and flustering, and to this day, rin still doesn’t know who he wants or hates more. jealousy reaches its boiling point at  the forefront of his mind, it’s perplexing and he hates the way it makes him feel — like he’s out of the loop, out of control and it only makes rin want to lash out at isagi more.

so he does. 

he pokes and prods at isagi, twists at the parts of him that really set him off because he has no other way to cope and no other outlet for his build up of emotions. 

“she must be embarrassed,” rin drawls as if he’s enjoying taunting his teammate, though his face shows no signs of it. “to have a boyfriend who can’t even play soccer without looking luke-warm or mediocre. this is your job. your life. and yet, you’re still not getting it. you’re nowhere near being on the same level as me.” 

isagi grits his teeth. “i’m warning you, rin. quit while you’re ahead.” 

but he can’t, he won’t. not until he makes isagi hurt the same way he does. for losing this match, for losing control.

“if soccer is your life and you’re this bad at it, then i wonder what else you suck at,” the younger itoshi brother adds coldly with the petulance of a child still learning how to navigate how he feels. standing up to his full height, rin smirks as if he’s finally put his enemy into place. he lets his emotions spill into every word he says until they weigh down his tongue and all he can spit out are phrases of malice. “being a good boyfriend? fucking her right?” 

satisfaction curls around rin’s beating heart as isagi looks to him; wide eyed and bewildered. there’s nothing like reminding someone where they belong in the food chain. beneath rin itoshi and never above. isagi flounders like a fish before him, searching for words of defence that never come and when rin thinks that the shorter of the two might finally say something — the door to the locker room creaks open and in comes…

you.

if there’s another thing that rin hates, it’s how weak you make him feel — especially when he knows that you’re out of reach. not his to touch. to hold. to keep. you can’t be the reason he feels so open an exposed, like a patient on an examiners table, because he can’t have feelings for you anymore, because you belong to isagi. your heart beats for him and that makes rin sick. 

he wants to hate you, even though you’re sweet and kind and understanding. even though you step into the room wearing isagi’s number with doe eyes that glisten underneath the white artificial light. even though your voice fills him with warmth when you call out for your boyfriend (not him) and say. “yoichi, is everything okay?” in that mawkish tone that sends shivers down the length of rin’s spine. 

and like he’s been snapped out of a trance, isagi looks away from rin’s face and searches for comfort in your own — his body instinctively gravitating towards you for affection. “yeah precious, what are you doing here?” he grins at you like he wasn’t just about to rip rin’s throat out with his teeth. “thought i was meeting you outside.” 

“yeah but…some of the other boys and your manager got worried that something was happening between you and rin, so i came to check on you…i hope that’s okay?” you’re so good, well behaved and it’s all for isagi. it makes rin want to scream, rip his hair out, hurt something but he can’t. he won’t because he’s never been good at feelings. he has his older brother to thank for that. 

rin watches the interaction between you both like he’s on the outside looking in. isagi treats you like you’re the world encompassed into one being. yet, there’s a glint swirling in those ocean eyes rin despises so much. “more than okay, baby…actually, i think you might be able to help us make up.” isagi hums, twirling you in his arms until your back is to his chest and you’re facing rin now too.

“…i can?” regrettably, your interest is piqued. isagi has that look in his eye, the one that he gets when he’s scheming and he has all the cards in his hands. except this time, he’s not looking at you. 

rin itoshi seems to be the target of your boyfriend’s games tonight — and you, a mere chess piece on the board. 

“mhm…” yoichi’s voice drops, brushing over the patch in your brain that controls your pleasure. you know that voice, you’ve heard it a million times before…during showers, early in the morning, right after games. the way he speaks switches up whenever isagi wants you. “you see, pretty girl, rinnie over here—“ the striker juts his chin out in the direction of his rival, using the sweet little nickname he knows you have for him. “doesn’t think i can be a good boyfriend, thinks i’m embarrassing, thinks i can’t fuck. would you say any of those statements are true?”

you frown, lips drawn into pout and brows creased where they meet in the centre. “n-no! of course not.” 

and rin thinks he might die there and then, with you looking at him like you’re disappointed in his opinion. 

for as long as he’s known you, you’ve never cared about the feud between himself and your partner but this particular comment seems to bother you. upset you. and as much as he pretends to be indifferent towards you, the last thing rin itoshi wants to do is hurt your feelings. he’s never quite known what it’s like to care for someone — aside from sae, pre-spain. so for him to consider your feelings with every interaction you have is weird, at least for him. you’re a baffling enigma to rin, he finds himself drawn to you like a moth to a candle flame and finds comfort in your sugary conversation and polite laughter. 

you seemed to like rin, for all his awkwardness and lack of charm. you had once called him cute despite his rough exterior and cold nature — leading him to believe that he could maybe try a little harder for you, be with you. that was, at least, until isagi came along and swept you off your feet with boyish smiles and rose tinted cheeks.

isagi could do with you what rin couldn’t do for himself. 

be open with his admiration for you.

for a second, you cut the connection between rin’s aquamarine eyes and your own to glance back up at your boyfriend. 

“we should prove him wrong, then.” 

“but rinnie— i mean, rin,” you correct yourself when isagi tightens his grip on you as you try to diffuse the situation as best you can. “he wouldn’t… he doesn’t care about stuff like that. i know you’re a good boyfriend. isn’t that all that matters?” but in a twisted sort of way, you like that he’s a little pissed off, that rin is there watching you all loved up on each other too.

you feel his excitement press into your behind, arm wrapping around your tummy this time. “you’re all that matters to me,” isagi affirms because it’s true. he shouldn’t really care what rin thinks, but he left his rationality on the pitch. he’s pissed off and he lost and all he can think about is fucking you up and proving his point. soothing his ego. his flirtatious voice tickles the shell of your ear and sends a strong current of electricity straight down to your centre. “but baby, i wanna fuck you. don’t you want him to watch? help me prove that i’m so fucking good to you?” 

he just can’t let it go, not this time. 

is it because he thinks rin’s words are true? that he’s not good enough for you? that you might even deserve better than a man that puts his heart and trust into soccer? 

yoichi loves you so much he think he might rip stars from the sky, and maybe the the sun if you’d asked him to. he’s so good to you, he knows that. you know it too, but he wants to prove it. 

have the one up on rin just this once. 

you give a slight nod of your head because maybe you’re just as much of an egoist as isagi. you don’t want him to doubt himself, he’s the best in japan. in the world. at soccer, at loving you too. he deserves to show off that much. so you agree, hesitantly, “but, yoichi… rin is still…” you say. not that you care, you’ve partially forgotten that itoshi still exists — isagi’s loving touch as he feels you up from over your jersey provides a perfect distraction. 

he’s always like this with you, makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the room.

“don’t worry precious. he’ll look but he won’t touch, unless he asks and you say yes. right, rinnie?” 

it’s the first time in minutes that either of you finally acknowledge rin. the stretching silence filled with ragged breathing and the rustling of clothing as rin watches you lose yourself to lust. to isagi.

“right.” he scoffs like he doesn’t care, barely able to tear his eyes away from your slither of skin revealed as you pull up your jersey to give isagi better access.

“spread your legs baby, lemme see that pretty pussy. wanna show her off.” isagi hums in satisfaction but he doesn’t push, letting you lead. “you want it any way, precious? tell me what you need, i’ll give it to you.” his hands run down to your soft tummy, resting just above the hem of your boy shorts while he grinds into you from behind. “just wanna make you feel good.”

choices, choices.

the ghost of yoichi’s touch along your skin, a thumb on your faint adam’s apple, then over your nipple — it makes saliva pool heavily on your tongue and your eyelashes flutter. “w-what do you think, rinnie?” you gasp, lifting your head to face him. 

the younger itoshi swallows thickly. “fingers.” he says without hesitation. “you gotta prep her first, idiot.”

“still so rude, rin,” your boyfriend tuts mockingly. “c’mere. get ‘em nice and wet for her.” isagi points to his mouth — gesturing for his rival to open up for his fingers. 

“fuck off, isagi. i-i’m not— you’re not going anywhere near me.” 

“oh come on, you’re the one that wanted to prep her. my girl can take it with or without.” isagi presses, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a cocky smirk. “this was your decision, remember?” 

the mere thought of doing anything remotely sexual with yoichi has the fortress of rin itoshi’s mind crumbling, starting with it’s foundation. he’s not disgusted by the idea, no, but he fears letting his mask slip. “if you’re not willing to take care of her properly, then you’re just proving my point. you’re half-hearted. lukewarm. you don’t care to fuck her proper.” rin scoffs, ignoring the shake in his voice.

“please, rinnie,” you hiccup. “he won’t touch me if you don’t…p-play along.” 

but when it’s you, rin can’t ever seem to say no to you.

you’re like a siren calling out to him to drown himself in all that he desires — your saccharine and salacious strings of words setting his insides alight with wanton. begrudgingly, rin strides towards you both and grabs your boyfriend’s wrist with flaming cheeks, heart hammering in his chest so hard he’s afraid you might hear it and think him weak. 

the gentle part of his lips encircle two of isagi’s fingers and is tongue, once tucked away behind rows of brilliant white teeth, breaks free from its barrier to roll over the slender digits — glazing them in a of spit. rin feels degraded, it pours through him in the same thickness as his blood and replaces all the oxygen in his lungs. but then you look at rin like you want him, dainty gaze honed in on the way his tongue weaves between your boyfriend’s fingers and soaks them in his claim. he can’t help but grow more confident in the action.

but then yoichi reminds you both of his presence, thrusting into rin’s obedient mouth until his gags and his tropical ocean eyes blow wide in shock at the sound. isagi’s own blue pair drown in mirth. 

“satisfied?” rin let’s your boyfriend go with a wet smack of his lips, rasping his words out as he regains his breath. 

“not really, but she can help with that.” isagi sounds like he adores you, plunging his spit slicked fingers past your swell of your plump lips so you can get them even wetter for him. you seem eager, sucking on them as if you’re chasing the younger itoshi sibling’s flavour and the visuals make his cock twitch behind his elasticated shorts as he pictures you mouthing at the ache between his legs. 

once isagi is truly satisfied, he pulls out of your mouth and pats your cheek lovingly. “did such a good job, precious. i’m gonna touch you now, okay?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond since you’re too delirious, giggling on trickles of ecstasy from being pampered in your lover’s hold. his hand slips in between your plush thighs and underneath your clothes easily, yoichi dragging a single digit along the length of your puffy folds to get a feel for just how messy you are. you’re dripping with sweet juices, the scent of you intoxicating and potent to both boys as isagi eases the finger past your clenching hole experimentally. 

you hiccup and tremble, your head rolling back against his shoulder the more his thickness presses into you and stretches you out for later. rin can see just how much you make isagi’s skin shine with your wetness, clear strings of it oozing down your thighs and into the seat of his rival’s palm — all this from being barely touched? from watching rin suck on your boyfriend’s fingers so pathetically? you’ve barely been touched as it is.

it only makes the throb at rin’s core that much more painful. 

“don’t you even think about touching yourself to this. you’re lucky enough to even be watching her,” blue lock’s shining star grunts out to rin possessively, his voice laden with a lust that scratches at his throat. you whine out for more, hips jutting downwards to chase more of isagi and his attention switches back to you. “sorry for the wait, precious. there we go, is this alright? is this how you want it?” his softness has you melting like butter in a pan, isagi easing a second finger alongside the first before he curls them to bare down harshly on your g-spot.

the moan that escapes you is a far cry from your angelic nature in rin’s eyes, reminding him that isagi’s the one who cast you out of heaven. “m-more yoichi,” you squirm impatiently, back arching away from the striker’s chest as he used his free hand to toy with yours. “faster, c’mon—!”

“alright baby, relax. we’ll do whatever you want.” isagi moans back desperately, as if your pleasure is his pleasure. he changes the angle of his hand so that the back of it is facing rin, creating the visual of him cupping your sweltering, glistening pussy. you drool into the seat of his palm while he works you open, stroking your velvet and sopping insides like the tide lapping at the shoreline to indulge you and build the pressure that bubbles just under your naval. “oh, you like that? want me to rub your clit too? just like that precious,” 

the rough pad of his thumb draws signatures of love against your budding clit as your arousal pearls on it it. every push and pull of isagi’s fingers have you a syrupy mess, glinting under the artificial lights and only drawing rin’s eager gaze to the treasure between your thighs. when he looks to your face all he sees is your insatiable appetite and dire need to run after the high your boyfriend plans to give you. 

rin’s tongue darts out to wet the crack on his lips and he attempts to swallow the saliva that coats his tongue and floods his mouth — making it difficult for him to breathe. and if he does, manage to breathe in, the scent of you is intoxicating and fills rin with a level of desire his body can’t even handle. shame brews below the surface level of his skin, intertwined with the blood cells that surge through his veins and right to the tip of his shaft. 

he flinches as it pulses to life inside his briefs, pathetically wet from how wet you sound. 

“listen to that, fuck,”  isagi groans, his lashes fluttering against the side of your face the deeper he plunges two fingers into you. “cunt sounds so pretty baby. sucking me in like that, s’like you never wanna let me go.” 

the way isagi touches you is intoxicating — casting a dark veil over every thought that dares to cross your mind and clouding your better judgement. with him it’s easy to be this vulnerable and allow yourself to crumble to pieces in front of the hawk-like gaze of someone you know all too well. you find yourself not caring about the way rin watches you, pools of tropical ocean eyes dropping from your eyes to your pulsing sex where your boyfriend pinches and toys with your folds to get you wetter and wetter.

you’re fucking enjoying this. isagi knows it. rin knows it — the three of you trapped under the spell and vulgar scent of sex that mingles with the air you breathe in. you hardly feel bad for teasing the poor itoshi baby like this, finding the shaky mewls and squeals that you usually save for your boyfriend are a little louder than usual — spiking even higher when blue lock’s star egoist pulls back the hood of your clit to maximise your sensitivity and receptiveness to his touch, rubbing your juices into the little nub. 

“tell him how good it feels.” yoichi is so loving but oh so condescending, commanding the will of your body as he curls his fingers just right to brush over the spongy spot inside of you to make you see the gates of heaven. 

your pretty pussy gushes in response before you can, milky white running down isagi’s forearm as it gathers in the seat of his palm. you’re desperate to speak, but your mouth feels as if it’s been stuffed with cotton and your words are replaced by shaky and choked moans. between being finger fucked to the brink verge of collapse and watching rin try to grind against his boxers for friction — you don’t know how your boyfriend expects you to form a cohesive thought, let alone speak. 

still, you manage to stutter out some kind of praise to him. “oh god, f-fuck, yoichi!”

when isagi hits your g-spot, you spasm so hard you think you might die and at the same time, rin’s needy whimper echoes around the locker room as if to taunt him.  “she’s close,” rin bleats, the pain in his cock becoming too much to bare as he fumbles over the front of his shorts to reprehensibly relieve himself. “aren’t you gonna make her cum?” 

the question is meant with no malice or harm — more innocent than rin allows himself to appear and isagi quickly picks up on it, licking a hot stripe up from the base of your neck to just behind your ear. “you can always tell when my precious girl is close,” he scissors his fingers along your insides, clear strings of your arousal keeping him tied to you. “she clenches so fucking tight around me, like she wants to make me a mess and claim me. keep me all to yourself, right precious?” he coos to you slyly, stroking you into the shape of him and flicking at your clit — arousal gathering copiously between your pussy lips. “you wanna cum so bad, don’t you.” 

“y-yes!” you nearly scream, legs buckling beneath isagi’s ministrations, pumping in and out of your velvet walls with newfound motivation. 

pleasure grows inside of you bit by bit, as if isagi has laid the foundation for bricks of pleasure to stack up high and the fact that rin itoshi is watching you just cements it all together. “make yourself useful, and hold her up.” he instructs, lazily sucking marks into your skin. “so selfish, rin. just like always. getting yourself off while my precious girl’s a shaky mess. you could have been helping all this time.” 

a smile that could rival the devil’s tugs at your boyfriend’s wet lips when rin staggers forward to hold you up in the comfort of his arms. the path to what he wants has always been clear and isagi plays on that like it’s a part of the game you all play — knowing that rin would never give up the chance to hold you this close. you can feel the outline of his bulging cock against your tummy, the thought of it grinding inside you alongside isagi’s fingers doing nothing to sedate the desire coursing through you. your selfish need to cum. 

blood rushes through rin’s ears at he way you cling onto him life a lifeline. you might be creaming on yoichi’s thick fingers, letting them stretch you out in preparation for his even thicker dick, but right now — you need rin to ground you and keep you back down on earth. 

“can’t,” you whine over the lewd slushy sounds reverberating from between your thighs,  and bat your eyelashes up at the younger itoshi — pride internally rumbling in your chest as the black abyss of his pupils swallows his pretty green eyes. “can't hold it, ‘ichi.” there’s nothing greater to you than humbling someone like rin itoshi. he forgets that while you follow whatever pleasure is given to you, you’ll always be loyal to yoichi isagi. hearing you moan his name only shatters rin’s confidence. 

“let go for me, baby. cum all over me like the good girl i know you can be,” a deep groan takes hold in isagi’s chest, roots intertwining with his lungs and his very being. much like a sturdy tree. his thumb goes back to signing his name over it, gaze honing in between the sinful movement beneath your clothes. “get on your knees, rin. see how i fuck her nice and good.” 

doing as he’s told, rin bites back his humiliation and sinks to his knees before you — keening into your fingers as they move up to grip his broad shoulders and your nails dig into his milky flesh hidden by his kit. from here, gets a front row seat to your gushing sex and how it soils the tiny threads of your boy shorts stuffed between your fattened pussy lips. 

sex crazed hormones drift into the air, rattling about and colliding with kinetic energy as isagi picks up the pace — the seat of his palm now grinding against your clit, rubbing you raw and relentlessly. he bites down on your pulse point, and that’s really all it takes to throw you over the ledge. the stacks of ecstasy that had been building within the depths of your soul finally come crumbling down and your release shoots out of you, slapping to the floor in a crude manner.

“o-oh! ‘m c-cumming!” you cry out, feeling evidence of your orgasm blaze a trail down your inner thighs in clear streams as isagi guides you through it. rin doesn’t bother fighting his biological instincts, craning his head up for just a taste, a smell, anything — your sugary and musky scent sending him spiralling while heady precum oozes from his time painfully. 

“ah, ah fuck, baby. keep that orgasm goin’ for me, keep cumming. so pretty.” soft praises fall on your ears despite the white noise that overwhelms you, letting yoichi control the way you twitch and react with his large hands still working you through it all — perfectly nestled between your trembling thighs. you came so much, so sweet.” 

it’s like yoichi is in awe of you, kissing your cheek as you come down from your high — still clenching and fluttering around his fingers. the pair of you forget about rin sitting on the floor between your legs — bearing witness to the way your orgasm rhythmically drips out of you. it’d be foolish for both boys not to become obsessive over the way you guys. slowly, one of your hands leaves rin’s muscled shoulder to grip your boyfriend’s hair and tug him into giving you a wet and loving kiss.

“you always make me cum so hard, yoichi,” you praise him, your shaky voice sounding angelic to both men. “thank you, baby.” 

still licking his way into your mouth, isagi sighs in content, circling his hips into your ass. “all i wanna do is make you feel good,” he breathes his want into you. “are you okay to keep going? we can stop right here. rin doesn’t have to see anymore.” 

it’s only then that  you remember rin between your legs, discreetly humping the floor for some relief — practically shaking at how bad he wants you.

“you need me,” you say, hunger curling around the tone in your voice. “we can keep going.” 

isagi fucking loves you. he’s sure he’s never quite met anyone on the same level of ego and desire as him. maybe you’re both insane, beyond the brink of normalcy with enough danger between you to destroy the whole world — but instead you stick to ruining the man before you both, ripping his ego down until it’s nothing but measly pieces and rin itoshi can no longer look either of you in the eye.

a pair of eager lips land on yours once again — tasting of freshly cut grass and the sweat on your lover’s Cupid’s bow. you suck and bite on one another, leaving your claim visually on each other while your hearts remain tied. isagi grabs at your fleshy ass cheeks, takes your tongue down his throat and lets you own him just as much as he owns you while rin bares witness to your boiling and passionate love. 

familiar hands yank down your shorts and underwear in one go — desperately exposing your hot skin to the air conditioned room, causing a wave of goosebumps to erupt over your body in anticipation. excitement. “i wanna fuck you so bad, i can’t ever get enough of you, precious girl.” he whispers menacingly against the shell of your ear, like it’s a threat but instead directed towards the man at your feet. “‘m so lucky,” his hands wander again, cupping your cunt squeezing your waist and pulling the sweetest sounds from between your lips. “being the only one to have you like this.”

once again, you collapse forward and dig your nails into rin’s shoulders — relishing in the way he looks up at you like you’re a forbidden prize to be won. an angel. a diety. you smile at him, innocent and cute, whimpering a breath’s width away from rin’s lips as isagi arches your back for himself — peeling apart your juicy ass cheeks to set his sights on your glistening pussy. your squelching hole pulses around nothing, sending beading droplets of your arousal through your folds.

“hi rinnie,” you simper and struggle to keep your gaze focused on the athlete, feeling isagi rub his seedy hot cockhead against the entire length of his sex. teasing the both of you. “how’s are you doing?”

there’s so much he wants to say to you. to do to you. if rin had a little more confidence and higher self esteem — maybe he could acknowledge his feelings, he could kiss you, make you his, make you forget all about isagi. but rin is a coward paralysed by his own fear of feeling something real. he lets you walk all over him instead. both of you. 

“i’m good, how are you feeling?” he mumbles in response, all needy-like. you almost feel bad for him, revelling in the way rin tracks your moans, his mouth dropping open just like yours when yoichi drives his hips forwards and bullies his heavy cock past your fluttering entrance. “f-fuck, you’re so…”

“so what, r-rinnie?” 

“so pretty.”  

his eyes shine when he speaks, glossy with desire causing pride to curl around your heart and fan the flames of debauchery inside of you. isagi pulls back, his brows creasing in the centre of his sweaty forehead as he adjusts his tender grip on your hips and pulls his cock from the snugness of your drenched heat. he thrusts forward, hitting every pleasure spot he’s ever mapped out along the length of your slippery walls, making you shudder and press your forehead to rin’s for support. 

“pretty girl, how are you still so…” isagi grunts, high-pitched and borderline whiny, choking on the spit that pools against the pad of his tongue and slips out of the corner of his mouth. “so fucking tight. god, i needed this. needed you.” 

the way in which isagi yearns for you will never fail to make you melt, following your biological instinct which tells you to push your hips back and throw your ass back on him too. “it’s all for you, yoichi,” you drawl, a wet sigh lying on your glossy lips while your boyfriend's milky tips drags along your insides, churning you up just as he kisses your cervix. rin’s face crumples and you feel a little mean for getting lost in his rival right before his very eyes — but the other half of you enjoys the psychological torment  you’re putting him through. 

you like how at any point he could have gotten up and left yourself and isagi to your fun. but rin stays, because he likes the position of vulnerability you put him in. he trusts you, both you and isagi. 

yoichi pacifies himself by latching into your shoulder with pointed teeth, licking over the bite marks as his chest rumbles in content and his hips set a steady stream to fuck you with. his dark hair tickles your skin every time he pumps his cock in and out of you, feeding your body his lust for you and painting you with opaque layers of pre between your thighs. it mixes with your arousal, clear strings slinging against your legs each time isagi’s balls tap at your sensitive clit.

he breathes his ego into you, making your face burn, making you cry out until your throat is raw. isagi has always been able to fill you up so good, his cock is pretty — decorated with spiralling blue and green veins that hit spots you can’t reach with your fingers while is shaft slightly curves, up just enough to never leave your g-spot. even when he’s fucking you from behind. 

“oh precious girl, that’s it, throw it back on me,” isagi slurs, hardly able to focus on anything aside from the way you take him in — the lewd pap, pap, pap of your pussy rippling around him. “show me how you want it. how you want me to use this cock for you.” 

isagi tells you encouragingly between thready breaths. he’s always been a giver, his pleasure has always been your pleasure and his end goal to make you see stars when you cum. like you, isagi always finds a way to get what he wants. and he wants you to lose your mind to him. in front of rin. 

“right there, yoichi — need you right there!” comes your heavenly little whine as you throw your head back onto his shoulder for the nth time that evening. your attention tears away from rin for only a second, giving him the perfect view of your breasts that bounce as yoichi pounds you from behind and the crystallised beads of sweat that run down the collum of your throat. “y’so big, oh my god.”

“you, hah, you hear that rin? she keeps cryin’ my name, praising me like i’m her fucking god.” he somehow manages to snap to his rival.  

you have an inkling that yoichi going insane since his voice drips with a huskiness that lowers its octave.  he seems to lose his goal, however, succumbing to your selfish cunt that refuses to let him pull out and forces the striker to keep his thrusts deep and targeted inside of your heated core. 

bliss is pungent in the air, lays heavy across every inch of your mind and you find yourself succumbing to it — once mover digging your nails into rin’s shoulders until they form pretty crescent moons on the expanse of his milky flesh and you can use him as leverage to fuck yourself back on yoichi’s creamy dick. 

everything sounds so fucking nasty, and rin really can’t fucking help it. all of his shamefulness that once painfully panged at each of his nerve endings seems to have fizzled away into shameless. he finds himself no longer caring that his cock is pulsing from watching his friend ( his rival, his enemy, his … crush? whatever …) fuck the girl of his dreams to high heavens and back. with his emerald gaze laser focused on darting between your viscous and drenched cunt sucking yoichi in, and your angelic expression ( creased brows and perfectly pouty lips) — rin let’s his hand slip beneath his shorts to finally relieve himself of the ache. 

he hissed at the first contact with his erection, the sound quickly turning to pathetic blubbers that make his ears burn red at their tips — because it feels so good. finally touching himself in sync with isagi’s thrusts, getting himself off to the way he fucks you, loves you. torn between wanting to be either of you. it’s a large thing to admit to himself, sifting through a maze of lust, attraction. rin has been chasing after the want to be loved for so long and somewhere along the way it morphed into wanting to be between you both.

he won’t admit it out loud, however, but he feels lucky enough to watch right now. grateful that he pushed isagi this far.

the sounds of him jerking off his crying cock, rubbing at his slit from time to time, merges perfectly with the sinful symphony of your mewls, your cries and the weightly slap of isagi’s skin against your own. his guttural moans too, and his breeder’s balls smacking down wetly on your equally wet, puffy cunt. you catch on first, teary eyes drifting down to the movement beneath the younger itoshi’s clothes and then back up to his face — which looks lighter, relieved and less tense. 

“oh rinnie,” you coo, voice rising an octave — delighted by the sight in front of you and the way in which your boyfriend eagerly chases the hot grip of your abused, leaky hole. “y-you’re so cute… you like watching me get fucked that bad, hm?” 

“y-yes, god yes.” he lets out a choked moan in response, his throat dry from holding back and not having spoken in a while. 

you grin lazily and lift a hand from rin’s shoulder to cup his cheek, brushing away a stray tear with your thumb. one that he didn’t even know had fallen. “you’ve been such a good boy, watching so well ‘n listening to ‘ichi up until now…” even though your voice wavers, and you’re just as submissive to your boyfriend as rin is to you right now — you somehow manage to reach out to him, lick at the longing parts of his soul that crave affection like this. 

“he’s pathetic is what he is,” isagi rears his jealous head while slumping over you — aiming to steal your attention away. he’s rutting into you so fast that you swear you see a blinding white light, gushing down his dick and slicking him all up with your early release. “rubbin’ one off on your stupid cock to my girlfriend even when told not to. seems like you never listen, not on the field. not here. you just live to piss me off, don’t you man.” 

it’s humiliating for rin, but he likes it. stuck between your loving praise and isagi’s harsh words. “seeing her cum for me wasn’t enough for me to prove my point to you, but now she’s on my dick and you still won’t admit it.” he barks but doesn’t let up on fucking you senseless.

the hand that squeezes and tugs at rin’s sorely, hard cock only seems to move faster the more mean, embarrassing shit isagi spews at him. tearing the younger player down but making him feel this amazing. he can’t ignore the small spurts of pre cum that his iron hot tip releases just from having the two of you watching him. it’s evident in the dark stain that seeps through the fabric of his soccer shorts. 

his cheeks are flushed and his eyelids droopy as he looks up at you, palming himself to your very vision of beauty. the three of you are a mess. you can’t help but sequel like a lamb being dragged to slaughter between rin and isagi — who tears you apart by plunging into you as deep as he can go and pieces you back together with sloppy kisses to your back, tonguing at your neck possessively. 

isagi’s veiny hands grab at your ass next to pull you onto his thrusting cock, pushing anything that leaks out of you back into your clenching hole. he peels his sweat soaked chest away from your back and you whimper at the loss of his body heat — only to let out a surprised sob when he spits onto the point at which your bodies join, fucking the froth past your entrance. 

everything your boyfriend does to you, has a snowball effect on rin. he no longer holds back, wildly bucking his hips into his hand wishing it were your sluice sex, or your mouth. dying to have his hands all over you the way isagi does. you terrorise his thoughts but your moans and squeaks soothe him — dragging him closer and closer to his high. you’re dangerous, rin concludes, but it only makes him want to see you like this even more. 

meanwhile, you’re in no better condition — every time isagi bends you over and ravages you like this, you’re reminded of the many reasons why he is blue lock’s star player. his strong build from playing soccer all around the world pays off in he’s with you, making good use of his new found stamina to wreck your entire being and pound you all the way to hell. though yoichi is shorter and lean where rin is taller and agile, he never fails to make your brain void of any thought and your legs soft thighs  with how wet you are. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s mad at you for your own existence but he speaks to you in ways that emulate love.

“you’re milking me, precious girl,” he mutters as if he’s in awe. “you want my cum that badly? you want me?” yoichi purrs, sending shockwaves through your system and right down to your pelvis — adding to the orgasmic knots that twist there, threatening to unravel at any second. “you’re so pretty, grinding up on me. so dirty, loving how rin watches you. my precious girl.”

“‘m yours, yoichi,” you reaffirm, preening into his touch as it cascades up and down your body like a rushing waterfall. “wanna cum, wanna cum f’you.” 

your admission is like a bullet to the chest for rin but he doesn’t want to give this up, revelling how you look down at him, his milky white dick and his blushing face  with an expression so sweet his teeth might rot and his ears fill with your honey-like voice — melting his brain. he wants this for as long as you’ll give it to him, for as long as isagi will allow him to witness it.

“i know baby, but you know what i want, feels so much better when you wait for me,” your boyfriend’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy and irregular — indicating the approach of his own high. but isagi knows you and your body better than anyone else, knows how to make you cum so hard that you might black out. you love to be edged, and you love him even more so. you’d do whatever he wanted and then some. and he would do the same for you. 

he throbs within your tightness, your pussy papping and pulsating, smeared with isagi’s thick precum that douses your puffy folds in white. the mix froths, creating a foamy ring of white at the thickest point of his length. “p-please, yoichi. i don’t think i can,” you wail in denial like you always do, the sound causing both boys to squeeze the base of their cocks and groan in unison — attempting to stave off their orgasms. “hurts so good.” 

rin is reminded of just how good his rival can fuck you. even when you’re desperate to cum (and he’s just as desperate to watch it happen again) — you still have a burning hunger for isagi to control your ecstasy. he wants to give up control like that too. with you, or with his destined enemy. liquid lust rolls down rin’s dick in large waves, his eyes threatening to roll back as he listens to your moans get higher and higher the closer you are. yoichi is in no better condition, growling and chasing after your cunt as your hips attempt to run away from him. 

“she wants to fucking cum, you idiot.” rin grunts, finding his voice amidst the sound of crying, moaning and skin on skin. “please, let her cum.” 

“why? so you can bust a nut to my fucking girl. jeez, rin. get a fucking grip.” 

maybe this is what makes isagi the bad boyfriend rin so desperately wants to make him. putting his pleasure above your own even though rin knows that’s far from the truth — almost relenting while he jerks off to the same pace that isagi fucks you with. but then you call out to him, like a siren from the high seas.

“rinnie, please touch me. h-help me cum.” 

his body moves on his own accord after that, the hand that’s not getting himself off to you and his so called friend reaching between shaky legs and salty skin to fumble with your clit awkwardly. rin has never touched a girl a girl before, not even like this. but he tries to recreate it in the way that isagi does, to listen to you moan for him and see you tremble above him.

“h-how’s that?” he breathes, watching in awe as your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“more.” you say. barking out the command while your cunt spews a fresh wave of juices onto rin’s hand.

your body seizes up, pleasured from all angles. between yoichi’s cock and rin’s calloused thumb drags random shapes over the pearl between your folds. “motherfucker….”  the curse spills from isagi’s lips before he can stop it and admit how fucking amazing it feels to have you tense around him, warm and wet. it’s worse when rin accidentally catches his cock as it slips in and out of you rapidly, churning up your insides. “fucking bastard. at least touch her properly, rub in circles.” 

rin does what he’s told, following the simple command and obediently flicking at your clit. it’s totally worth it, surrendering his autonomy to the older player just to have you tug at his hair and squeal his name. you jut your hips back and forth, meeting both boys in their bid to make you see heaven. your limbs threaten to give out on you, you pulse and pleasure tremors through you like an earthquake.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” you chant like it’s a prayer.

the world around you falls away as you’re finally pushed over the edge — a bright white light flooding your vision accompanied by static fizzling in your ears. rin watches you cum a second time as if he’s witnessing the eight wonders of the world, your cunt flooding with isagi’s cum at the same time that you squirt with ease. his load floods your womb, filling you up to the brim and you feel so good you might die. a scream tearing in your throat and the knots in your lower tummy rapidly unravelling. the both of you cumming together, at last.

you can’t help it, surging forward to press your lips against rin’s, kissing him hazily, your tongue prodding through his lips — licking into his mouth. rin creams his pants at the very sensation, damn near sobbing into your open mouth. “f-fucking christ, that’s so hot.” isagi whines, slowly pulling out of you and letting the crude mix of your arousals hit the floor. 

it’s only then that rin realises love is not binary.  there are no clear paths to achieving the perfect love. there hat tricks or dribble techniques. love is unwinding and binding and there are too many possibilities. and that scares rin, for him to love a girl he can’t have.

your knees buckle under the exhaustion of it all and rin reaches out to catch you before you can pull away and the oxygen from reality floods his brain again. he misses you when isagi reaches you first, coddling you in his arms and kissing all over your face to calm you down and reassure you. loving you in ways rin isn’t sure that he’s capable of. 

nosing your cheek, isagi coos out to you — his personality doing a complete 180. “you okay, precious. i wasn’t too hard on you, right?” 

you’re so happy to be in his arms, close to dozing off. “‘m okay, yoichi. you were perfect. you always are. i love you.” 

“do you need help getting to the showers? i can carry you there.” 

eyeing rin on the floor, you look back up to isagi and shake your head adoringly — knowing that they’ll probably need to talk this out without you.

“i’ll be alright, find me when you’re done here. okay?” 

the striker lets you back down and accepts a kiss on the cheek from you. you pad away to wash off — leaving him in silence with his younger counterpart. the tension fails to dissipate as they fix themselves, tucking away their dicks and floundering to speak. 

rin watches the way isagi longingly looks at the door, wanting to be with you instead of dealing with the consequences of his actions. it dawns on him then, that he literally cannot win against isagi, that perhaps he is better than rin in all ways possible. he’s a loser. he lost to you and to isagi. 

“i’m… i’m a good boyfriend. for her, yanno,” isagi says awkwardly after some time, scratching the back of his head shyly. “there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for her…but how much i love her doesn’t reflect in my plays and she knows that. the way i love her and love soccer are different. i could never blame my mistakes on how much i care for her. it would be on me. like today was on you.” 

rin can only blink back in response. “that’s true. i’m—“ he wants to apologise, but something inside him, something that he’d worked so hard to undo this past hour doesn’t let him. he can’t submit, be truthful and vulnerable. not when the setting isn’t as intimate as before. 

rin still can’t let go. 

something familiar — akin disappointment swirls in the blues and azures of yoichi’s eyes, but he doesn’t comment on rin’s silence. 

it reminds rin of his brother, sae. 

with nothing left to talk about, isagi nods quietly and shoved his hands in his pockets to head for the showers — no doubt to check up on you, be with you openly and happily, but pauses just shy of the door. he throws his head back to address rin once more. 

“oh and by the way,” isagi mumbles, pushing his tongue around inside his mouth and against his cheek. looking for the right words. as if he’s holding back — saying whatever comes next against his will. “she did really like you. so, every day i have to prove to her that i was the right choice, the better one. a good boyfriend. so don’t get it twisted. alright?”

he makes his exit shortly after — leaving the younger player with no time to respond.

and rin can’t tell if those words were supposed to comfort him or not. in fact, all they do is make him feel worse. 

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #isagi x reader #isagi smut #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #isagi x you #itoshi rin x you #isagi yoichi smut #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk thirst #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #yoichi isagi smut #blue lock thirst #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #tw: cucking #tw: overstimulation #tw: edging

[hisui-dreamer]

ode to the three of clubs

Pairing: Trey Clover x gn!reader

Synopsis: he appeared ordinary, but he was radiant in your eyes

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for trey

Word count: 620

Notes: happy birthday trey! thanks for being the dependable older brother figure to everyone<3

Masterlist

Your lover is an incredibly likable soul. From the instant your paths crossed, you found yourself entranced by his easygoing and amiable demeanour. He has this innate ability to put everyone at ease, like a soothing balm for the turbulence of life. His dormmates hold him in the highest regard, looking up to him as a brotherly figure, someone they can trust and rely on. The tenderness he exhibits towards those in his orbit is genuinely enchanting, making it impossible not to be enamoured by the genuine care he bestows upon others.

Your lover possesses a unique and invaluable quality in mediation. When conflict arises, he is the steady hand that guides everyone back to serenity. His ability to find compromise is nothing short of extraordinary. He is the first to step in and calm the storm, to make sure no situation escalates beyond control. His wisdom in handling disputes is a testament to his character, and you can't help but admire him for it.

Your lover’s demeanour under pressure is equally inspiring. While some may crumble or panic, he can always remain composed. He prefers to think things through and always has a backup plan at the ready. This level of foresight is both comforting and admirable. It shows his dedication to keeping things running smoothly and avoiding unnecessary stress. The way he carries himself during tough times makes you love him even more.

Your lover’s playful nature is a facet of his personality that unfailingly brings a smile to your face. He enjoys simple pranks, teasing others like he would to his siblings. You adore the simple moments when he affectionately teases you, all to get a glimpse of your reactions. This mischievous spirit adds an element of surprise and joy to your relationship.

Your lover, though he possesses a myriad of admirable qualities, shies away from the spotlight, preferring to operate in the shadows, unnoticed and uncelebrated. It's not that he lacks confidence or capability; rather, he's content with quietly making a difference without seeking acknowledgment. This unassuming nature is one of the many facets that make you love him even more.

Your lover prides himself on being a gifted baker, and it’s one of the few areas where he graciously accepts your compliments without feeling the need to brush them aside. In the kitchen, he crafts delectable treats on that delight the senses. Whether it's a batch of soft, warm chocolate chip cookies that melt in your mouth or a delicate, perfectly flaky pastry filled with seasonal fruits, his creations are nothing short of divine. It's no wonder that Heartsalbyul's tea parties are consistently filled with joy and delight when the treats are delectable.

Your lover, despite his disdain for being in the spotlight, is an incredible leader in times of necessity. He fosters a sense of unity and trust among his peers, empowering them to take initiative and make decisions while offering guidance from behind the scenes. This understated leadership style not only promotes a harmonious environment but also allows each member to flourish and contribute their unique strengths. His leadership isn't about seeking recognition; it's about enabling others to shine, making him a truly remarkable and unassuming leader.

Your lover, no matter how ordinary he may seem, is a beacon of light in your life. He may not always wear his heart on his sleeve, but his actions and his unwavering support speak volumes about his love for you and those around him. It's in these small details and everyday moments that you find yourself falling in love with him over and over again, and you can't help but feel grateful for having him by your side.

Your lover, is none other than Trey Clover.

Masterlist

if you liked this post, don't forget to reblog!

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #trey clover #trey clover x reader #twisted wonderland trey

[curiousb]

The Tilney Family Album: Volume XVII

Time to meet the nooboo!

As it happened, Eleanor was already pregnant when the alien menace whisked her away, and the baby boy is Esther's, with her deep blue eyes. They name the new arrival Ellis.

(I confess I was a little disappointed by the lack of alien progeny, but I guess there’s still time!)

What more could Esther want from life? She has just married the love of her life, and now she's a mother too!

The new parents take it in turns to stay at home with their young son. One afternoon - shortly after Eleanor has put Ellis down for his nap - the family has an unexpected visitor. Lillian - the fiancée of Eleanor's cousin Nathan - drops in while mysteriously in character.

She's not really known to the family, but it seems that Lillian just happened to be in that part of town, and decided to take the opportunity to introduce herself. And wake up the baby.

Being the curious soul that she is, Eleanor can't help wanting to know just how much Lillian identifies with her llama persona?

Lillian tries to explain that it's not so much about being a llama, as channelling the ineffable spirit of llamaness into everyday life. Well, it's certainly an interesting philosophy.

Lillian has fortuitously coincided her visit with Ellis's first birthday.

No, it's not just Ellis's stinky nappy that is causing Eleanor's nausea...

There's another unexpected arrival, and this time it's a new baby sister for Ellis - welcome to the family, Esme!

He's quite happy to have a new sibling, but can't wait for her to grow up a bit, so that they can play together properly.

~ Gemini 5 / 5 / 4 / 3 / 9

~ Friendly / Slob

~ OTH: Games

Perhaps as a result of being exposed to Lillian's extravagant headgear at such a young age, he also won't do anything or go anywhere without his green monster hat.

#sims 2 #gameplay #merybury #sanditon #eleanor tilney #esther dashwood #ellis tilney #esme tilney #lillian bryant #tilney family

[byghostface]

3. Some daminika headcanons

3. (taking care of each other, sleep habits, gifts)

Nika has a habit of holding on to her own as much as she can. Since her mother is prone to getting extremely worried and scared for her; her sister is careless about her as long as Nika doesn't bother her(which is difficult, cuz it seems like no matter what Nika does, she always manages to offend her); her father is always busy and moody after the work and taking care of grandfather, no time for her problems. So Nika learned to be more independent for her own sake.

It's bad when Nika is sick. She would try to brush it off and repress the coughs, keep going on her day until the fever hit her badly. Damian had figured her out once she was on the phone with the strange voice and apologized that she couldn't go out with him in a few days. He paused everything and brought some medicine and sweets to go see her. He sneaks into her temporary place in Gotham. Found out she had eaten a ton of ice cream (the Japanese way of smoothing coughs and fever) and curled up on her bed having trouble sleeping because of the fever. She is surprised but happy to see him. After coaxing Nika to eat the cough syrups, Damian held her hand until she fell asleep.

Damian always had people looking out and caring for him, regardless if he was at the Al Guhl palace with his mother or in Wayne Manor with his father and siblings. So when Nika learned that Damian was sick, she was hesitant to visit, fearing that she would bother him and his family but changed her mind soon. She rushed to see him and brought some vegan-friendly ice cream on the way. His family is surprised to see her and so is Damian. As Damian requested, Nika stays for the night by his side. She hummed her grandma’s lullaby when they were alone. She hums the song quietly until he falls asleep. (Despite the worries, Nika enjoys taking care of Damian, because he has done so much for her already.)

In the days before her menstrual period started, Nika would get moody and anxious. The first day of the period is the worst and most painful, so she would rather cuddle with Damian on the bed than do anything else. Damian would make some hot cocoa for both of them and try to smooth Nika's mind by retelling about some of his mundane days/missions with his dad and siblings, or they would watch some anime/shows on the streaming services.

Nika almost is a steady sleeper. On good nights, she sleeps like a hibernation animal and rarely moves in her sleep. (Damian would get worried and check her pulse from time to time.) But there were times when Nika had nightmares, she would stuck in a sleeping state, hard to wake up, and start a series of angsty sleep talks. (At most times Damian can only watch, if he is lucky enough to wake her up, then he can comfort her in time.) Nika's regular nightmares are fragments of the dead one's memory that she had defeated and absorbed within her ability, as well as the jaded memory of her family.

Nika soon finds out that Damian is a grabby sleeper and moves a lot in his sleep. She would be the big spoon at night and wake up in the morning to find herself had switched places with Damian being the big spoon instead. Sometimes he would steal the blanket and often hold her like a plushie to fall asleep. (Nika doesn't mind it much, she's not the type of person who gets cold easily.)

Nika gifted Damian a pressed flower bookmark that is made by herself. The bookmark contains the Nemophila(victory) and White tulips(renewal). She also gifted him Hana & Ren merchandise and other manga/anime figures that he likes.

Damian gifted Nika her favorite monster high dolls(Frankie Stein, Cleo De Nile, Ghoulia Yelps, and River Styxx). He later gifted her the Skullector Nightmare Before Christmas- Jack and Sally dolls for her birthday. Occasionally, he would surprise Nika with rare K-pop tickets/albums/merchandise, and amusingly see her sweating with a stunned face.

1 ．2 (dates and activities)．3 (taking care of each other, sleep habits, gifts)．pet names．art styles．asking game

#damian wayne #nika #flamian #flatline #daminika #gravebird #damiline #daminika headcanons #daminika hcs #hcs texts #damian al ghul #flatline dc #nika dc #dc comics #damian x nika #damian x flatline #robin x flatline

[crazytea5]

I have a question and a request. Could I request platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x reader again? I was just wondering if that was something I could do.

Of course you can, I messed up last time but ill learn from my mistakes, also if anything and I mean ANYTHING is spelt wrong please tell me because I'm using both my iPad and computer so chances are there's a lot of spelling mistakes! also im gonna add an extra yandere to make it a small bit better but i might just release another part were its just Mitsuri.

You where in your bedroom reading a brand new book your parents got you today because its your....BIRTHDAY! You and your family were happy that you are finally 12 years old, you suddenly hear a scream and you rush downstairs not knowing this would be the worst mistake in your WHOLE life. You left your book on your futon and go downstairs and find the worst thing you could imagine. You found your family dead on the floor, blood splattered EVERYWHERE. You started shaking in fear and you started hearing a strange hissing noise until everything went dark. You woke up on a pink futon with green pillows and 3 black and white striped blankets. You noticed a chain on your leg, there were bookshelves beside a door at the othe side of the room, "Reader~ Are you up yet?" A female voice said. A male voice was quick to respond "Chances are They are already awake." He sounded quiet. "Obanai! We dont know that yet!~" The female voice said. "Mitsuri, im only helping you because then i get the child." The male voice Obanai responds. "Your no fun...They are up!" Mitsuri says happily. “Hello little one.” Obanai says, you take in their appearance, they look to be half snake half human like. Mitsuri suddenly hugs you, and ever since that day you’ve lived in their small house that’s hidden in a forest that you aren’t allowed to leave…..

EVER.

#yanderes x reader #yandere mitsuri #yandere obanai iguro #yandere demon slayer #yandere x reader #platonic yandere

[superjumpintomyheart]

FORGOT TO WRITE ON MY BDAY BUT- here are some headcanons about how the idols celebrate their birthdays!!

Callie -> She loves her birthday, the whole day is about her and she will make sure to soak in all the love and attention she gets from it. She spends time with her friends but especially her family, her and Marie always have dinner together or go out shopping, just spending time with each other is really nice for the both of them.

Marie -> The type of person to scold you if you bring up the fact that it's their birthday, she doesn't like when people who she isn't close to make a big deal about her birthday. All she really wants is a quiet celebration with Callie, her folks back home, and some alone time.

Pearl -> You better prepare when it's her birthday, she will make sure literally everyone in inkadia knows it's her day. She has a massive party like everyday for a week leading up to the actual day, she loves the attention and expects nothing but the best of wishes from everyone she interacts with. on the contrast, her actual birthday is more chill and she spends it mostly with Marina doing things they both like. No big party on her real birthday, just her and Rina <3

Marina -> super humble about her birthday, she is always super shy if people bring it up or if Pearl insists everyone sing her "happy birthday" and she will blush like crazy. Most years her birthday is just spent doing whatever she wants with Pearl, throwing big parties isnt her style- but there have been times when her bday was on the night of an oth concert and she still remembers it as her favorite bday yet.

Shiver -> very traditional about birthday celebrations, they always spend the whole day with their family and master mega and the other sharks ofc. they tend to celebrate with a lot of food throughout the day and singing and dancing, they like performing too much to not go a day without putting on a show lol.

Frye -> likes a good party but isn't super crazy about it, she'll spend most of the time dancing with her friends and then after everyone is served cake and the party dies down she'll be satisfied with her celebration. She loves to get dressed up for it though, her nicest clothes, makeup, and accessories so she stands out on the dancefloor !!

Big Man -> similar to Marina, he's shy if you mention his birthday. He is super thankful to everyone who wishes him happy birthday or gives him a gift or food, but too much and he'll be overwhelmed with all the love and support. He just wants to spend time with his friends and have some fun, so a chill and relaxed get together is more his style than a big party.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon headcanon #splatoon headcanons #splatoon hcs #splatoon hc #splatoon idols #callie splatoon #marie splatoon #pearl houzuki #marina ida #shiver splatoon #frye splatoon #big man splatoon

[devildom-drabbles]

Hi! So my birthday is coming up on October 27th, and so I was wondering if you could do something where the OM! characters celebrate your birthday, or how they would celebrate with you? Sorry if this is too much to ask😅 but if you can't do all seven brothers and/or dateables, can you please include Mammon and Diavolo? Tysm if you do this, and if not that's alright. <3

Happy (early) Birthday to you, Anon! 🎉 I hope you have a wonderful day! All of the demon brothers and dateables would be super excited to celebrate their favorite human’s birthday and would ensure it was filled with nothing but fun and happy memories—and, well, maybe a few antics, knowing this group. Unfortunately, I’m not accepting requests that include all of the characters at this time, so I will just do Mammon and Diavolo. Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!

How would Mammon and Diavolo celebrate MC's birthday?

Depending on where MC is at the moment the clock strikes midnight, Mammon would either call the human or barge straight into their room to wish them a happy birthday.  He’s your first, MC, so of course he had to be the first one to tell you!  N-No other reason!  Anyway, after chatting together for a bit, he’ll then instruct them to go straight to sleep so that they can be up in time for the activities he has planned for them that day.  He’d been organizing everything in secret, and boy, was it hard for him not to blurt out anything that would ruin the surprise. (There were way too many incidents where that nearly happened, much to his dismay.)

A party with everyone is a must, but aside from that, Mammon ensures that he’s the only one with MC as they follow his itinerary, filled with everything that the human enjoys along with things that they’ve brought up wanting to do at some point.  His goal is to make this one of the greatest days of their life, so the more that he sees them smile, the more that he feels rewarded for his efforts.  He’ll end the day by taking them on a car ride to a private scenic area where he can give them their birthday present. (Is it an item you’ve been eyeing for a while?  Or something that money can’t buy, that only Mammon could give you?  That depends on what you mentioned to him before this day, MC.  Whatever it is, the Great Mammon remembered it!)

“I know I said it at midnight, but...  Happy Birthday, MC.  I’m real glad I met ya, y’know.  That’s why I went all out for ya today.  You’re the only one I’d put in all this effort for, so ya better be grateful!  If ya understand, then start piling on the praise!  And if I’m feelin’ generous, I just might decide to plan an even greater birthday bash for ya next year.”

Diavolo would ask MC about any plans they might have for their birthday ahead of time before inviting them to spend the day (or at least their free time) with him.  He’s made sure that his schedule will be completely clear on their birthday so that he can devote all of his attention solely to the human he holds dear.  When he meets up with MC that day, he’ll wish them a happy birthday and immediately present them with a gift, which turns out to be the first of many.  He came up with the idea to get MC the same number of presents as the age they’ll be turning on their birthday, each one they receive from him being just as unique and/or meaningful as the last.  (Don’t worry, the gifts are not only material goods but also sweet gestures. That way, MC, you’ll still have at least one hand available to hold his hand while you’re together, if you so choose.)

Filled to the brim with excitement, Diavolo will bring MC to a one-day-only event that’s being held in the Devildom.  Hosting a mix of demon and human culture, the food, activities, and attractions at the event happen to be right up MC’s alley.  It doesn’t take long for the prince to admit that he arranged the whole thing for them, but he made it open to the public as well for everyone to enjoy.  After engaging in everything that the event has to offer, Diavolo will lead MC back to the Demon Lord’s Castle, where the others are waiting for them to begin MC’s official birthday party.  Just before the day is over, he’ll sneak out onto the castle balcony with the human to watch a fireworks display (once again, arranged by him).

“Did you have a good time today, MC?  I wanted to make this a special day for the most special person in my life.  Nothing less would do.  I hope you’ll allow me to join you to celebrate again next year, and the many years after that.”

#ask response #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #snippet

[loosesodamarble]

The Future Silva Family Part 3

The next members of House Silva's next generation are the children of Solid and his wife Holly Whitmore (who I will describe alongside the children).

Their children are Eirlys and Ferro.

..........

Holly Whitmore

Solid's wife via an arranged marriage that became a romance.

Her name comes from the holly plant.

Age (at the beginning of the series): 20 (she's two years older than Solid)

Birthday: June 29

Magic Attribute: Snow.

Appearance: pure white hair like freshly fallen snow. It's quite long, reaching past her hips, but she normally keeps it all tucked up in a bun. Her eyes are indigo colored (curse you picrew limitations).

Personality: Holly is quiet and a bit closed off but cordial first and foremost. She's very slow to anger as well; she can be upset but it takes a while for her negativity to build to a point where she can't hold it back. She's polite, mostly for appearance's sake as taught to her by her family, but she genuinely respects kind people, those who instinctively smile at others. She hides her own warmth as her family called it "weakness" in the cutthroat world of nobles and politics. Her kindness mainly shows in the way she's willing to let people have any many second chances as they need to improve. People are always changing after all. She encourages people to try and to be honest with their efforts.

She agreed to marry Solid to get away from her family who openly saw her as a pawn for their own political gain. (Yes she was giving them what they wanted but at least she’d be living in House Silva and not House Whitmore.)

At first, Holly and Solid were awkward. Holly only really spent time with Solid when necessary (like a formal gala as his partner). And when Solid opened his mouth and said dumb things, Holly walked away. Solid, meanwhile, was pretty ambivalent to Holly. He thought she was just like the rest of her family, marrying him for status alone.

Solid eventually confronted Holly about her avoiding him and she told him “Neither of us actually want this marriage so let’s spare ourselves and minimize our contact.” It became clear that Holly wasn’t a gold digger but it was also clear she lacked interest in her future husband. A very annoyed Solid talked to his siblings about it and they all agreed that he had to try and make the marriage worthwhile. Cue Solid making very clumsy attempts to court Holly. He is smart and gets her flowers as his first gift as she’s very often in the garden (with Nozel and Helia). Solid messed up more often then not but the attempts in and of themselves warmed Holly’s heart. Solid found himself falling for Holly as she took a chance and opened up to him, showing a hidden warmth she hid because of her cold upbringing.

The marriage ended up being a happy one.

She likes flowers, particularly hollies (her namesake) and snowdrop flowers. She gets along with Helia as a result of this.

Eirlys Silva

Her name is Welsh for the snowdrop flower. Holly picked out the name since the snowdrop is her favorite flower.

Age: 13

Birthday: June 29

Magic Attribute: Snow.

Appearance: Silver hair like her father which she styles into pigtails and ties with ribbons. Her eyes are indigo like her mother's (again, limitations of picrew).

Personality: Eirlys is a quiet girl and peaceful girl, like Holly, but a little more willing to socialize. Although by "socialize," Eirlys usually means reading a book or working through a puzzle book while sitting with other people. Eirlys knows how to converse but she just likes the presence of people around her. She has trouble standing out compared to her cousins. Skylar's intelligence, Fleur's strength, Filomina's cuteness, etc. Her cousins all stand out in some way. Even Ferro is known for his boldness. However she is at least considered the pinnacle of a noble lady with how well-mannered she is. What she thinks of that judgement of her… She would nod and say "I'm glad people think well of me," making all her cousins look at each others and thinking "is she shading us?" She's got a "go with the flow" sort of attitude which, unfortunately, makes her passive at times. She does have likes (she has her own personal library and has completed so many activity books) but she has yet to have something truly light a fire under her.

Despite how chaotic they are, Eirlys gets along with everyone in House Silva (aunts, uncles, and cousins). Her favorite cousin is Aimee though with Elana as a very close second.

Eirlys doesn't have any interest in being a Magic Knight. She becomes an author instead with her primary genre being mystery novels with a dabble of historical fiction.

Ferro Silva

His name is Latin for "iron." Solid gave him the name because he wanted his son to be as strong and resilient as the metal. It's also to honor Acier's metal-based magic.

Age: 9

Birthday: November 18

Magic Attribute: Ice.

Appearance: Pure white hair like his mother's which is always kept short. His parents try to make sure his hair is neatly combed but he always finds a way to get it messed up. His eyes are purple, which isn't an exact match for either parent but it runs in the Silva family.

Personality: Ferro is a courageous and bold little guy. He's not easily deterred from a challenge and has a fascination with danger. Though thankfully he tends to only observe danger rather than participate in it… Tends to… Ferro is also quite honest with his thoughts, to his parents' embarrassment. Boldness + honesty means a lot of angry nobles when a little kid points out how they're definitely only being nice to his parents to get in their good graces. Ferro's strong attitude also comes across in his temper; short and explosive.

Ferro's got a rivalry complex with Naru and strongly dislikes Alfred and Jesse. He's got a great fondness for Elana who teaches him fun words to make adults mad, like "hauteur" and "impertinent." He likes saying those words to people who bother his parents. He's met Clara and would like to be friends with her but she isn't all that interested in a friendship.

Ferro would become a Silver Eagle like his father before him.

#black clover #solid silva #black clover oc #holly whitmore #next gen ocs #eirlys silva #ferro silva #hollid #soda's ocs

[blorbocedes]

misa you are the daughter I never wanted but nevertheless adopted bc what you're gonna do when they leave a little mouse wrapped in a blanket inside a basket at your doorstep and I'm proud to say you're my internet bestie that I can peer pressure into writing medical malpractice and serial killer lestappen in my dms and that I'm one of the few internet people that could recognise you by your tattoos at the morgue if you happen to die tragically (I also already have an alibi if this happens) and I'm always happy to have little chats about anything with you

happy birthday, enjoy your 22s and regard my dear, it's all downhill from here <3

BELLA...... I woke up to pee and I saw this 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you are the milf mother older sister I never had...... the enabler bestie I always wanted..... shaking crying throwing up. no because I got into f1blr to make friends and I have no idea why but you took me under your wing -- esp bc I was literally a stranger biting ur ankles for attention..... but you DID and I could not be more grateful..... I look up to you bc you're so funny but also unapologetic and incisive and kind...... Brooke from oth (the best girl) coded. anyone can be "nice" but it takes more to be loving and generous and interesting (and before u wave it off by listing ur mental illnesses like a grocery list, yeah me TOO bitch. same boat.) ily, thank you for your continued friendship..... let's get baked and watch the dts finale <3

#it's my birthday i can cry if i want to #who else can I call a boomer but also go to for my tech issues LOL #I wove my friends 🥺 #blorbocedes ask #and whenever Bella hits the hornets nest no she didn't my favourite war criminal (why are you booing SHES RIGHT)

[cowboylikedean]

i need to stream of conscious about my year so I'm going to do that under a cut. feel free to ignore... but also feel free to read. i'm going to get more, idk direct and explicit than i have just cause this has always been my diary and i just need a diary right now. for happy reasons, but still

this is long tldr is here

so i'll start with the very very beginning. i had made a "2023 song of the day" playlist and i got 3 days in before i quit. the first song from new years day is "learning how to lose you." i don't know why but I woke up on january first missing the fuck out of my best friend who left me with his abusive ex boyfriend asshole mc'asshole. i remember having a therapy session about it and i asked her why i missed him and she was like "his birthday is in the winter?" but i just missed him....

i was also starting my second semester of grad school. i am now finishing my 4th because summer semester is a full semester. that's how much this year has been.... so i start my first spring semester and fall semester really hurt so i'm like "it has to be better this time" honestly, i'm still floundering a bit, but i'm kinda holding it together, i like the subject of all 3 of my classes so i'm buckled in for a good time.

at the same time i'm like "okay i gotta fix work and make that more sustainable while i'm in school" so i talk to my manager who is super helpful and supportive AND THEN another manager is mean to me and this kinda shapes work drama the whole year

so then that's january and my personal life is fine, it's just.... there because school and work took up so much of my pie i had no space for myself, but i'm trying to do things like puzzles and video games and enjoy myself...

and then kelsea releases rolling up the welcome mat and instantly i'm like MY LOVE literally i made a playlist called whelp. and it's real by lily kincade "don't pretend it wasn't real" and then messy by danielle bradbery which i listened to a lot before he left about how we had fallen into not being friends which lead into the ep "i can't handle another year of you and i just being fine" and like LITERALLY ugh and then it ended with i can't make you love me. and like... for 3 days, this playlist ran my life and i cried so hard

and then in the middle of february, iykyk but asshole mc'asshole and his asshole in crime reach out and they tell me the most amazing news!!!! asshole mc'asshole broke up with my best friend almost a year prior!!!! this is the best thing i've ever heard because i always told myself when they broke up, i'd reach out hopefully to reconnect, but at the very least for closure. asshole mc'asshole sent me a long long message "apologizing" and i read it and responded SOOOO healed sooooooo soosoosososo level and healed and honestly it was SUCH good healing closure to respond to him and i had JUST spoken in therapy about walking a line between trusting too much and being earnest and believing in the good in people and i felt like i walked it sooooo good!!! so that was so nice... but then there's this thing in the back of my mind "oh i need to message him" and i had so much going on with school and work that it just kinda.... became a thing i never had the spoons to do, but i knew i needed to do. which MEANS i had A. LOT. OF. BIG. FEELINGS. all year

so the spring happens and the tour starts... i love eras so much but it's nothing like what i expected. then. the tayjoe breakup happens. oh this breakup hurt my heart. everything taylor wrote about joe felt so special and personal to my own relationship that it was hard not to feel shaken. she's my whole world and like... what the fuck??? i didn't think we were not going to be okay... but it felt... life altering. i couldn't hear my life in the songs on lover as much anymore cause taylor took up all the space. i had to reclaim the songs from her, and that felt... rough.

but then also spring semester... yes... what a time. so 2/3 of my classes were fine 1 was good even... but the other one....... my teacher fucking ghosted us, clearly didn't care. it's the most involved of the three with the most to learn. we all learned fucking nothing. it was disheartening and frustrating because the dept head didn't seem to fucking care. we did our best though and really leaned on each other, for which i'm thankful!!! but then yeah one of my classes was fine and that one wasn't good because my teacher is just not a good teacher. not like the one who ghosted us or this semester's nightmare... but like... not great. she's just not clear and it's exhausting being her student. the other class was awesome because i did mock sessions with my friends and i learned "oh my god, I'm going to be a therapist" like for real.

and so what was holding me through that was eras. missing 4/29 still haunts me. i can't watch or listen to the surprise songs or the cat joke. that was the first night of the phones during marjorie. i should have been there. i wish i'd gone around to the other side of the stadium, because i felt so alone outside. it wasn't great and it hurt real bad. 4/30 was also......... awful. like i'm not going to pretend I had a blastyblast with my bomb ass 4th row ticket because i didn't. i had an awful time and it's because i was clearly too fat and disabled to be down there and everyone around me made sure i knew that. it was awful. only saving graces for that night is that my cousins were there and i got to celebrate with them having seen the same show and also...... asshole mc'asshole messaged me before i left again. this time with more negativity towards my love and best friend. taylor played i bet you think about me on guitar and.......... it was HILARIOUS.

when i got home, i messaged asshole mc'asshole back and told him that I had already given him what he was going to get from me. he said he wasn't trying to get my forgiveness, but he wanted me to understand??? lol and then he went into a bunch of shit about my love and best friend and i'm like "dude, I don't care" so basically, I tell him that and that he's not getting anything else from me or to change my opinion and i don't hear anything else from him

then nashville happens. i end the spring semester in a really disgusting room in a days inn 40 minutes outside of nashville. it's gorgeous. the nashville stadium security was awful and evil, but i had so much fun at these shows because i did ada seating. i learned that concerts are so much more fun when you can see and you don't have to stand. i wish to god i did ada for atlanta, but my views were so good both days i didn't want to lose them. sucker. anyway, eras 2.0 was SOOO much better

meanwhile, taylor and matty are happening. my spring semester ends and literally one week later, summer semester starts. this is a hot mess because i was IN FUCKING NASHVILLE when the spring semester ended and so i was exhausted and coming down from my post concert high while also dealing with the emotional fuckery from asshole mc'asshole. him just like... being the same and proving he didn't mean jack shit of what he said in feb because he really just wanted me to hate my love and best friend just like.... 🙄 anyway so like i start spring semester SOOO done.

i end up getting in fights with random people on tumblr at night when i can't sleep. if you see me do this, know my mental health is in the toilet. i just scroll past it or bitch privately when people say dumb shit if my mental health is good. but the fights like what i was doing with the matty rebound? that's indicative that I Am Going Through It Right Now. i stand by what i said, i always do... but i was not handling annoyance at all of you very well because i was not handling anything well.

so i didn't have time or space to decompress after spring semester OR eras OR asshole mc'asshole before summer semester. during summer semester, my most helpful and useful and productive coworker went on vacation. this was awful because i was left to pick up the pieces. the main boss of our office also went on extended leave. this was a mess because she is the glue that holds our office together. we also got another boss. this was a mess because she is a mess and unprofessional and didn't know what to do.

i have the teacher who ghosted us again, then i have a group therapy class that is a lot of fun, and then i have my first course on career counseling in a very career based program and I HATED IT it was exhausting and triggering constantly being bombarded with career counseling stuff. meanwhile, work is exhausting!!!! there's a promotion opening up i know is there, and i mention it to several people... i keep getting praised at work and every manager (including the one i was on the outs with at the beginning of the year) is so pleased with my work ethic. work ethic, i feel was floundering.

i think it's around this time my caseloads go from being two counselors to two managers. they can see how little work i'm doing for them, but i'm hyping up the work i'm doing elsewhere, so they think i'm still doing a good job. mostly though, i just felt like i was dying. summer semester was hell, my mental health was SOOO bad.

the good witch releases here and in so many of the sad songs, i hear my love and best friend. i hear him in "I know you did bad, but if one more person says I might go mad. the issue is, I know all of this and I-I still want you back" I hear him in "did you hold mine and feel threatened" I hear him in "i fought it but i saw it and it sawed me right in half" and I hear him in "we could live off of magic and maybes" the sad songs and being stuck in this state of "I need to reach out to him, but I don't have the space and spoons" really didn't help my mental health, which was already shit from school.

at the end of summer semester, I had to take basically an entire week off to write papers because I had like 6 papers due the same day and 3 exams and like 4 essays. it was really insane. and you wanna know what??? I DID IT. i did it ALL. and i thought i was going to die. i was really afraid i was actually going to hurt myself. I considered checking myself into a crisis ward several times. i was really afraid. i asked everyone around me if they hated me constantly and had no space for my own emotional regulation. i was literally going off the deep end. i couldn't breathe. but i did it.

i had 2 weeks in between summer and fall. i took a week off work for my birthday and spent that week cleaning my house. cleaning was so important and powerful. the house has stayed mostly clean and not gotten nearly that bad since. i created storage for my puzzles so they weren't all over the floor and i took out the heaps and heaps of trash everywhere. my birthday happened and it was so fun and calm. i went out to get myself a milkshake that night and then got into a car accident.

the next day, i wake up early to get myself to the urgent care and i have a message from my love, my best friend. i hadn't had the spoons to message him yet (and probably wouldn't until december after fall semester when i had more than a week break), but he messaged me. it was gorgeous and beautiful. i loved him always. he tells me he moved back to town. i can't explain the love i felt and i feel. i spoke to him on the phone that day, and i felt my whole heart leave my body. i spent the last day of my vacation with him.

it was amazing. we spent 6 hours together, which then felt like a long time. for reference, we spent 5 hours together today and it felt like it was nothing. that boy is my whole world y'all. but that night is so fun and it felt like we were us again. i got home and i texted him that he better be being truthful and he better be in this because i can't be guarded around him. and this... this is when we take a turn.

after that first day, i was really conflicted and i was talking it out... my beautiful sledge reminds me that once upon a time, i wanted this guy to be my partner. i wanted to be in a committed partnership with him... and all at once, i remember all those feelings i had forgotten. this whole time, i thought i missed him as a friend. but he wasn't my friend. he wasn't my partner then, but he was headed there. we were headed there. he didn't know it, but i did. i knew it two years before he left. i forgot because that last year when he was with asshole mc'asshole was so hard. after a really wild day of back and forth, i decide to give it a real proper go with my love and best friend. we hang out again and it's just as magic.

all the sudden all this time and energy i spent in missing him for 5 years is now just.... spent loving him. it's wild. on september 9, we end up in a restaurant by his house and we spend several hours crying holding hands talking about how much we love each other. he told me he moved here for me and i told him i know i could never stop loving him because i didn't. we're talking fate and its so sweet. we were made for each other gets thrown out. and we were.

the month of september is fraught with anxiety, but not a bad kind of impending doom, but a good kind of impending happiness. i remember so clearly how i wanted to be his partner and i want it more now. every day that passes, we keep one upping the queer between us. we mention it to. I call it queerplatonic on 9/14 and am completely unsure if he has any inkling that i want this to be a partnered queerplatonic and not a queerplatonic friendship. i have no idea if he'd be down for that... but i think he would be. but i don't know for sure, but i'm like.... mostly sure he'd be down for that. i just don't know how to say it and i don't want to say too much too soon.

this debate takes up ALL of my brainspace. i spend all of my time in my room listening to music and thinking about him. wishing i knew how to tell him. practicing conversations in which i do tell him. i'm carefully choosing every word and i'm reading subtext into his text messages, trying to find clues to what he'd say if i told him. it's bad. i'm losing my fucking mind. wHICH MEANS i have no brainspace for school and work.

now by this time, everyone at work knows i'm a little kookoo. not just in general, but about my love. they all see me light up when he texts me and they have all heard me rant about how much i adore him. they have given me advice, some of it solicited and some of it not. a few of them tell me that he's for sure going to be up for partnership, a few of them tell me to just ride it out a while longer, a few of them tell me to be more guarded. they all know about my internal debate and while some of them don't understand it, they're here for me either way. but most of them agree it looks like it's headed there.. and they almost all agree it would be cute.

the talk of the promotion really amps up when my coworker in that role finally transitions to her new role. i ask who is going to take on her responsibilities in the interim. i'm told that most likely me, since i'm the one most likely to get the job. VERY exciting!!! however, as i've stated, my BRAIN IS ELSEWHERE oh it's SO hard to focus. i try though, god knows i try. I almost completely ignore school in the month of September. I try though. I DO!!! ugh, but I get caught up at the beginning of October.

Also at the beginning of October, I use the excuse I was late to work cause i was texting my love and my manager says she's not mad anymore because that's cute. that's like what i mean my coworkers are so in on this.

so october hits, and the vibe shifts. well, it shifts for him. as explained, the vibe shifted for me a long time ago 🙃 but we take a sharp turn, nevertheless. i could write this out with every milestone, but some things are just for us and not relevant to this journaling. the point isn't what specifically happened and when, it's that it happened at all and it happened fast. which is related but... october pre-eras tour movie is slight sharp turn, eras tour movie is a REAL sharp turn. we end up on top of each other on the couch and almost kissing that night.... then by halloween, it's undeniable that this is not a friendship. we're not friends.

november is the month of definition. we do "this is a polyship i'm in with you and sledge" then we do "boyfriend/lovefriend" then we do "i think this is romantic" and then we do.... kissing???? look, i've never enjoyed kissing anyone. so that's just been fucking wild. i tried to play it cool today and want the kisses less, and i can tell y'all... i didn't kiss him enough today. i miss his lips SO BAD and he left 4 hours ago. AND THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT???? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT????? never before in my life.

in the beginning of october, i got caught up with school and then switched to try to get caught up with work... but then when things picked up with my sweetheart, i just couldn't get it together. so i did SOOOOO little work in october and i did even less in november until this last bit here at the end. i also just like........ look, i did the interview for that promotion, which looked like it might not happen. oh god... that was a time. my name didn't come down from HR so me and my manager had to fight for me to get the chance to interview. i don't know what's going on with that and i'm honestly freaked out and afraid to ask. but part of that is that the quality of my work is just...... nonexistent. i wish i was a good employee but right now, i'm barely an employee. well... its better now than it was. in october and november, falling in love and doing the "waIT WAIT WAIT" getting payoff from fucking 7 years ago....... it kinda led to never really being able to do anything else.

so here i am, ending the fall semester having never really been present for it at all. here i am awaiting to see about a promotion i may have fucked up by being less present and responsive the more real it got. here i am with a boyfriend i love with my whole soul, in a ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP with someone who i started the year missing to pieces and back. here i am.

this year has been a ride.

#personal #sweetheart #zoe does grad school

[jemmaasimmons]

ONE TREE HILL APPRECIATION WEEK day seven: free choice: oth as reductress headlines (insp)

#othedit #one tree hill #othaw21 #userlix #userlolo #userkandy #nessa007 #tusereve #sallysimpsons #userbdavis #tusermaxie #tvedit #flashing gif tw #*mine #*othaw21 #the dog one iykyk #happy birthday oth <3

[cottonkendi]

House of Memories || 6

MASTERLIST

Sano Manjiro “Mikey” x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Warning: Descriptions of a breakdown, death. Slight spoiler alert.

Synopsis: Happy Birthday Mikey ft. Shinichiro’s lies

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

With trembling hands, you drove the car into a warehouse, tires screeching as you abruptly halt the car, door swinging open as you rush out, calling out for your subordinates as you instruct them to take the body on the passenger seat.

“Boss, No. 2 called, he’s asking what you wanna do to the warehouse.” One of your trusted subordinates asks, eyes following the body that’s being carried out of your car.

Lighting up a cigarette, you take a puff before blowing the smoke out, body buzzing with adrenaline from your little escape from the authorities. “Tell Sanzu to take all his belongings then burn the whole building. Don’t leave any traces.”

It’s been two days since you started ignoring your mother due to her acting off whenever she’d see you. You never tried talking to her about it, the look on her face always making you feel weird. The things that she’d say under her breath freaking you out which is why you’ve only been coming home for a change of clothes. You’ve also taken the dogs and brought them to the Sano household while your brother is back to staying with your grandparents.

It’s a mess.

Your family is back to being scattered around Tokyo once more, but for some reason, it feels wrong. Feels like you’re all drifting apart. It’s unlike how everything was before your dad died. It feels like the space between all of you is becoming permanent and it scares you. But at the same time, you’re fine with it.

You don’t have much to miss anyways, barely seeing your mother nor your sisters, your brother always being with your grandparents due to no one being home to take care of him except for you.

But you set aside your worries for now.

Excitement pumped through your veins the entire day, your unusual happiness taken as a good sign by your friends since they haven’t seen you this happy ever since what happened to your dad 3 weeks ago.

Everything still feels heavy, emotions still going haywire, but just for this week, 8 days before Mikey’s birthday, you set aside the grief. Set aside the growing guilt. Set aside the emptiness. Just for Mikey. Just for Shinichiro’s secret present that he told you about the other day in hopes of distracting you. It worked. Your mind now going into overdrive on how you’re going to top Shinichiro’s birthday present, not wanting to be one-upped by the smug ex-leader.

Walking back to the Sano household, you kiss Emma on the forehead as a greeting, the girl giving you a tight hug before walking out, saying something about meeting with Draken.

Shrugging, you start looking around for Dora and Yaki, but you don’t see them anywhere. Not when you stopped by the dojo, not when you looked around the small garden, not when you walked around the house. Mikey isn’t home as well. Probably having a meeting for Toman. Something that you rarely attend due to your growing aversion to being active in gang activity. Your dad’s words still present in your mind, even when you try to talk yourself out of it.

Going to Shinichiro’s room as a last resort, you hope that you’ll see him inside with the two dogs splayed on the coach, playing with one of his socks or something, but instead, you’re met with an empty room.

Slowly, the familiar feeling of panic grows in your chest.

Running towards where grandpa was, you asked him if he’d seen the dogs. “Hmm? Well, I called you earlier because I saw one of them peeing blood but you didn’t respond so I called your mum since I remembered you saying something about one of them needing medicine or something. When your mum arrived, she took both of them, saying that she’ll take them to the vet.”

Quickly thanking grandpa, you run to your bike, heart racing as you drove to the vet.

Your heart sinks, seeing the clinic closed. There’s no other clinic in this part of town, and you know that your mum won’t be driving for half an hour just to bring the dogs to the vet, so with that in mind, you drive back home. Hoping that your hunch is right and that your mum just took the dogs home to wait for you.

It takes a few excruciating minutes for you to drive back home, bike parked right outside the door as you slam the door open, eyes frantically looking around, their names tumbling out of your lips as you call for them, desperately waiting for them to run up at you, for them to claw at your pants, waiting for you to pet and carry them around the house.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

But they don’t come running over, instead, your mum walks out of the kitchen, sad smile on her face as she tries to give you a hug.

Taking a step back, away from her embrace, you stare at her. “Where are they, mama? Where’s Dora and Yaki? Grandpa said you took them. Where are they.” She continues to give you a sad smile.

It makes you want to hurl. Makes you want to shout at her to answer you instead of giving you that smile.

“Mama.. where are they?” You ask, afraid of what her answer is gonna be now that she’s staring at you right in the eye, you try to avert her gaze but she only makes you look back at her. Her hands on your cheeks.

“They’re dead, darling. I’m sorry-”

“No! They can’t be dead. They can’t just die! That’s not how it works, mama! They were fine this morning. They were just fine!” You scream, hands ripping her hands off your cheeks as you push her away, tears streaming down your face once more. It seems as if you can’t stop crying these past few weeks.

“One of them was peeing blood, what did you expect?!” She tries to convince you but you only shake your head.

“No, it’s not supposed to be deadly, I could have taken them to the vet and they would have been fine!”

“Take them to the vet?! With what money? You barely have money for food at school and you’re planning on using my money on those two mongrels?!”

Her words make your chest sting, making it difficult for you to breathe as you process her words. “I have my own money, I work hard, I have money for them... Papa said to take care of them, that if I care for them properly, they’ll be fine. If they’re sick, I’ll bring them to the doctor like what you did with papa, cause you love him. I love them, so I’d do the same. I'll take them to the doctors and then they’ll be well.” You’re starting to babble, words not making sense as the panic eats at you whole. “You’re lying, aren’t you... they’re not dead, right? They’re not dead.”

Looking up at your mother, your stomach drops when you see the miniscule change in your mother’s face. Your father told you about this, how your mother’s jaw locks a little whenever she lies. And just now, her jaw locked. You saw it. You saw it with your own eyes. Saw it when you mentioned Dora and Yaki not being dead.

“They’re not dead. You’re lying... where are they, mama? Where’d you put them?”

It takes a few seconds for your mother to answer, eyes averting from yours as she finally lets the truth fall out. “I gave them away.”

You don’t know what you felt right there. Was it hope? Knowing that your dogs aren’t actually dead? Or was it betrayal? Hearing your mother admit to her giving them away. Your mother giving away the dogs that you’ve been with for years, the dogs that your dad helped you raise.

“What... wh-why would you, why would you give them away? Mama, why would you do that.. why. They... papa gave them to me. He gave them to me, mama. Why would you do that? They’re all I had from him. All I had of him. He even helped me name them.” You let out an empty chuckle at the last part but the tears flowing down your cheeks makes you taste your own tears. Your mind unwillingly reminding you of the night when your dad just brought the two dogs home. It makes you feel hysterical as you only watch your mum stand in front of you, not saying anything else.

“They’re not yours to give away, why would you do that, mama? Why would you do that?!” Screaming, you make your way to her taller figure, hands grasping her arms as you do your best to grip onto her, scared that you’ll lose yourself with just how painful the sting in your chest is feeling. It makes breathing hard, makes your throat choke up on your words.

Finally snapping out of her stupor, your mother tries to calm you down. Her voice gentle as she guides you to the couch, but your form stays rooted by the doorway. “I’ll just give you a new dog, okay darling? I’ll get you a better dog.”

Furiously shaking your head, you try to get away from her. “No no no no no no! I don’t want a new dog! I want them back! I... I just want him back...” Crumbling to the floor, you pull your knees to your chest, hands making their way to your hair, pulling at them as you start sobbing.

You continue to sob as you feel hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look up. Her hold on your cheeks get tighter as she tries to stop you from crying, but then, the door bursts open, Shinichiro stepping inside while his chest heaves, trying his best to breathe in, then his eyes spot you on the floor, breaking down while your mother’s hands grip your face.

“Y/N... “

Swiftly making his way to you, he ushers your mother away from you, his words making her freeze as she watches him take you into his embrace, slowly carrying you out of the house. “You’re hurting your own daughter, L/N-san. Please get away from her.”

You finally calm down after a few minutes of crying onto Shinichiro’s chest while he sits on the couch, his shop now closed to give you privacy.

“I’ll help you look for them, okay? I’ll even ask Takeomi, Wakasa and Arashi to help look around Tokyo, sounds good?” He whispers, hand running through your hair.

Standing up, you give him a nod, eyes still teary as you get up to take a water bottle, throat dry from all the crying. “You must think I’m childish, crying over my dogs... “ You mumble.

Shaking his head, Shinichiro gives you an assuring smile. “I know how much you love them, in fact, Mikey always tells me stories about you with Dora and Yaki. Said something about them being your kids.” Shinichiro chuckles at that, amused with the many stories that he’s hear Mikey and even Emma tell him about the two dogs.

“Well, do you promise to help me look for them tomorrow?” You question before washing your face in the sink, the cool water helping you soothe the burning skin of your face.

“Of course, I promise. I’ll find them even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Nobody prepared you for this.

You lost one.

Lost another one.

Then now.

The flashing red and blue lights make your eyes sting, the cold air nipping at your exposed arms even though one of them is in Mikey’s hold. Both of your figures being pushed around by the crowd as you watch.

You watch Kazutora get escorted by some officers, lips moving around as if mumbling something. You see Baji next, his hood falling off his head as he looks around the area, eyes wide in panic.

You don’t know what to do when his eyes meet yours.

You don’t know what to do when you catch a glimpse of Shinichiro, laying on the hospital’s stretcher.

You don’t know what to do when you hear Baji’s voice uttering Mikey’s name as he looks at the two of you with tears in his eyes.

You don’t know what to do when Mikey snaps out of it and pulls you closer to the vehicle where the officers tell the two of you to stay back.

You don’t know what to do when you’re forced to call grandpa, numbly telling him what happened.

Everything seems to go in a blur. Your mind not taking notice of anything happening around you. Mind blank for the next few days as you stay beside Mikey, both of you quiet and numb. Emma is hysterical once more. Tears never seeming to stop as you watch your mother help Mikey’s grandpa with setting up the funeral.

It’s terrifying.

It feels like you’re losing everything all at once.

It’s terrifying.

It’s like the more you hold onto the people closer to you, the more they slip away.

You can’t think properly.

Not when you’re supposed to be worrying about your studies instead of what to say to Baji and Kazutora who had broken into the shop and apparently hit Shinichiro straight in the head. Killing him.

You’re supposed to be worrying about what snacks you’d want to buy at school. You’re not supposed to be feeling this heavy feeling in your chest as you think about your dad, or Dora and Yaki. And specially not Shinichiro. Shinichiro who’s been your big brother ever since you first stepped into the dojo all those years ago.

He said that he’d help you look for Dora and Yaki. He said that he’d even make his friends help you. But why is he peacefully laying in a coffin, surrounded with flowers while you’re in the middle of Takeomi and Wakasa, both of them looking down on the floor, eyes glistening with tears as they hold your hand in an act of comfort. But it makes you feel worse when you can feel their hands shaking in yours.

Why are you in front of grandpa, Mikey and Emma, the three of them solemnly kneeling in front of Shinichiro’s still body, dressed in black. Much like what you and your family did, not even a month ago.

You don’t get it. He just promised. He promised he’d help you.

Shinichiro wasn’t a liar. You knew that. All the promises that he told you, Mikey and Emma. He kept them all. So why did he have to break the promise that mattered to you most.

Why?

Why did he have to turn into a liar now?

taglist:

@jonsncws @sunahyejin @etoilesbonbon

all rights reserved © armycandy10, 2021. do not copy or repost any of my works! likes/reblogs/feedbacks are very appreciated~

#sano manjiro #manjiro sano #mikey #tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokrev #tokyo revengers mikey #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x reader #Mikey x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #sano manjiro imagines #sano manjiro scenarios #Mikey imagines #Mikey scenarios #tokyo revengers angst #sano shinichiro #Baji keisuke #sano emma #Hanemiya kazutora #Shinichiro x reader #HoM

[curiousb]

The Dashwood Family Album: Volume XXIV

With expectant dad Robert having the sprawling family home to himself (apart from Lulu of course), and his sister Clara and brother-in-law Daniel rapidly running out of room for their offspring in their current residence, it only makes sense for Clara and family to move in.

Lulu is especially happy to have George as a live-in playmate.

Uncle Robert helps Matilda to decide what she'd like for lunch.

Hmm, he's feeling a bit odd this afternoon though.

With nephew and niece John and Alice to cheer him on, he gives birth to his daughter, Helena. She has her grandfather George Wickham's green eyes (and a weirdly alien-looking nose?).

John and Alice are delighted to welcome their new cousin to the family.

Meanwhile, Clara and Daniel have been rather distracted by Matilda's birthday.

~ Gemini  3 / 4 / 9 / 6 / 10

~ Adventurous / Athletic

~ OTH: Fitness

The kitchen is baby-care central! With piano accompaniment by John.

Amidst all the happenings downstairs, middle child Harry is left to age up all alone. 😢

~ Sagittarius 4 / 6 / 5 / 5 / 10

~ Kind / Night Owl / Friendly

~ OTH: Nature

~ Favourite Colour(s): Yellow

#sims 2 #gameplay #merybury #robert dashwood #clara dashwood #daniel bingley #john dashwood #alice dashwood #harry dashwood #matilda dashwood #helena dashwood #lulu dashwood #george dashwood #george wickham #dashwood family

[lurking-lilibeth]

It’s Sole’s birthday! She becomes a teen with a style to match her artsy personality.

Pak: Happy birthday, you little sh—

Timothy: Son, don’t you dare.

Pak: ...shrimp.

Sole:

knowledge / wealth

geminy: 8/10/7/5/3

good, heavy sleeper, lucky, dramatic

LTW: become cult leader

+fit, +hard worker, -full face makeup

OTH: arts and crafts

#ts2 #ts2 gameplay #uberhood #desiderata valley #family: riley #sole riley #pak cho #timothy riley #vivian riley #week 4.1 #sim stats

[michelle-bt]

Yes I'm It's it yo birthday sh ha a yo birthday onl yu no span yo hi hav sh a yo birthday girl tw gointo part yu 3 tur yo birthday gott be yo wit me comin yo soo birthday wit me sh go to a go to tw grade nine 9 Reall yay ch

tw wit me Couple It's yo birthday sai wit he wit me birthday girl wit me gif wit me yu so fai truth d

Nex wee yu ver ver welcome Chocolate call to yo happy birthday to call to yo Rual oth gu And cut yo call yo cute yo nam is yo

[yourreddancer]

Holly Butcher posted her advice to the world, 24 hours before she died of cancer. This was her message..

.A bit of life advice from Hol:

“It’s a strange thing to realise and accept your mortality at 26 years young. It’s just one of those things you ignore. The days tick by and you just expect they will keep on coming; Until the unexpected happens. I always imagined myself growing old, wrinkled and grey- most likely caused by the beautiful family (lots of kiddies) I planned on building with the love of my life. I want that so bad it hurts.

That’s the thing about life; It is fragile, precious and unpredictable and each day is a gift, not a given right.I’m 27 now. I don’t want to go. I love my life. I am happy.. I owe that to my loved ones. But the control is out of my hands.I haven’t started this ‘note before I die’ so that death is feared – I like the fact that we are mostly ignorant to it’s inevitability.. Except when I want to talk about it and it is treated like a ‘taboo’ topic that will never happen to any of us.. That’s been a bit tough. I just want people to stop worrying so much about the small, meaningless stresses in life and try to remember that we all have the same fate after it all so do what you can to make your time feel worthy and great, minus the bullshit

I have dropped lots of my thoughts below as I have had a lot of time to ponder life these last few months. Of course it’s the middle of the night when these random things pop in my head most!

1) Those times you are whining about ridiculous things (something I have noticed so much these past few months), just think about someone who is really facing a problem. Be grateful for your minor issue and get over it. It’s okay to acknowledge that something is annoying but try not to carry on about it and negatively effect other people’s days

.2) Once you do that, get out there and take a freaking big breath of that fresh Aussie air deep in your lungs, look at how blue the sky is and how green the trees are; It is so beautiful. Think how lucky you are to be able to do just that – breathe.

3) You might have got caught in bad traffic today, or had a bad sleep because your beautiful babies kept you awake, or your hairdresser cut your hair too short. Your new fake nails might have got a chip, your boobs are too small, or you have cellulite on your arse and your belly is wobbling.Let all that shit go.. I swear you will not be thinking of those things when it is your turn to go. It is all SO insignificant when you look at life as a whole. I’m watching my body waste away right before my eyes with nothing I can do about it and all I wish for now is that I could have just one more Birthday or Christmas with my family, or just one more day with my partner and dog. Just one more.

4) I hear people complaining about how terrible work is or about how hard it is to exercise – Be grateful you are physically able to. Work and exercise may seem like such trivial things … until your body doesn’t allow you to do either of them.I tried to live a healthy life, in fact, that was probably my major passion. Appreciate your good health and functioning body- even if it isn’t your ideal size. Look after it and embrace how amazing it is. Move it and nourish it with fresh food. Don’t obsess over it.

5) Remember there are more aspects to good health than the physical body.. work just as hard on finding your mental, emotional and spiritual happiness too. That way you might realise just how insignificant and unimportant having this stupidly portrayed perfect social media body really is.. While on this topic, delete any account that pops up on your news feeds that gives you any sense of feeling shit about yourself. Friend or not.. Be ruthless for your own well-being.

6) Be grateful for each day you don’t have pain and even the days where you are unwell with man flu, a sore back or a sprained ankle, accept it is shit but be thankful it isn’t life threatening and will go away.

7) Whine less, people! .. And help each other more. 

8) Give, give, give. It is true that you gain more happiness doing things for others than doing them for yourself. I wish I did this more. Since I have been sick, I have met the most incredibly giving and kind people and been the receiver of the most thoughtful and loving words and support from my family, friends and strangers; More than I could I ever give in return. I will never forget this and will be forever grateful to all of these people

.9) It is a weird thing having money to spend at the end.. when you’re dying. It’s not a time you go out and buy material things that you usually would, like a new dress. It makes you think how silly it is that we think it is worth spending so much money on new clothes and ‘things’ in our lives.Buy your friend something kind instead of another dress, beauty product or jewellery for that next wedding. 1. No-one cares if you wear the same thing twice 2. It feels good. Take them out for a meal, or better yet, cook them a meal. Shout their coffee. Give/ buy them a plant, a massage or a candle and tell them you love them when you give it to them.

10) Value other people’s time. Don’t keep them waiting because you are shit at being on time. Get ready earlier if you are one of those people and appreciate that your friends want to share their time with you, not sit by themselves, waiting on a mate. You will gain respect too! Amen sister.

11) This year, our family agreed to do no presents and despite the tree looking rather sad and empty (I nearly cracked Christmas Eve!), it was so nice because people didn’t have the pressure of shopping and the effort went into writing a nice card for each other. Plus imagine my family trying to buy me a present knowing they would probably end up with it themselves.. strange! It might seem lame but those cards mean more to me than any impulse purchase could. Mind you, it was also easier to do in our house because we had no little kiddies there. Anyway, moral of the story- presents are not needed for a meaningful Christmas. Moving on.

12) Use your money on experiences.. Or at least don’t miss out on experiences because you spent all your money on material shit.1

3) Put in the effort to do that day trip to the beach you keep putting off. Dip your feet in the water and dig your toes in the sand. Wet your face with salt water.

14) Get amongst nature.

15) Try just enjoying and being in moments rather than capturing them through the screen of your phone. Life isn’t meant to be lived through a screen nor is it about getting the perfect photo.. enjoy the bloody moment, people! Stop trying to capture it for everyone else.Random rhetorical question. Are those several hours you spend doing your hair and make up each day or to go out for one night really worth it? I’ve never understood this about females .

16) Get up early sometimes and listen to the birds while you watch the beautiful colours the sun makes as it rises.

17) Listen to music.. really listen. Music is therapy. Old is best.

18) Cuddle your dog. Far out, I will miss that.

19) Talk to your friends. Put down your phone. Are they doing okay?

20) Travel if it’s your desire, don’t if it’s not.

21) Work to live, don’t live to work.Seriously, do what makes your heart feel happy.

22) Eat the cake. Zero guilt.

23) Say no to things you really don’t want to do.

24) Don’t feel pressured to do what other people might think is a fulfilling life.. you might want a mediocre life and that is so okay.

25) Tell your loved ones you love them every time you get the chance and love them with everything you have.

26) Also, remember if something is making you miserable, you do have the power to change it – in work or love or whatever it may be. Have the guts to change. You don’t know how much time you’ve got on this earth so don’t waste it being miserable. I know that is said all the time but it couldn’t be more true.

Anyway, that’s just this one young gals life advice. Take it or leave it, I don’t mind! 

Oh and one last thing, if you can, do a good deed for humanity (and myself) and start regularly donating blood. It will make you feel good with the added bonus of saving lives. I feel like it is something that is so overlooked considering every donation can save 3 lives! That is a massive impact each person can have and the process really is so simple. 

Blood donation (more bags than I could keep up with counting) helped keep me alive for an extra year - a year I will be forever grateful  that I got to spend it here on Earth with my family, friends and dog. A year I had some of the greatest times of my life...

’Til we meet again

.Hol

Xoxo” she was from New South Wales Australia and had Ewing's sarcoma. So unfair!