#this is just kind of a ramble but like i said i do not have like. fully formed thoughts.

[mothercuntry]

❝ DO YOU FEEL ASHAMED? ❞ ✶ ELLIE WILLIAMS !

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, ex!ellie, heavy angst, cheating, heartbreak, moving on, reader going through it, no happy ending y'all, this one has a little kick, ellie is a bit of a dirtbag in this, next time i write for her it'll be the most fluff.

RAYNE RAMBLES ★ wrote this last year after getting cheated on and it's just been sitting in my docs, forever. enjoy my pain?? idk, possible abby x reader sequel

ex!ellie who avoids you for a very long time after the breakup. she wishes it could be amicable between the two of you too, but it can't be. it never will be. ellie made sure of it. all of her belongings are still littered across your apartment, though her scent is gone, you still see her everywhere. you can't bring yourself to remove the framed photos of the two of you hanging across your home. she was happy, or so you thought, and you were. but today was the day. you were letting all of it go and her with it. your roommate had taken it all down for you, the strength to remove the past three years of your life just couldn't be found. 

ex!ellie who doesn't really want to think about the way you'll look at her. her emerald eyes were always your favorite, you used to go on about how much you love them. how soft they looked at you, the light shining beneath them whenever she said something stupid and ellie just waited for your giggle or a hint of it anyway. they used to be kind to you, careful, even calm but it didn't seam to be the case anymore. ellie knew you wouldn't be either — not after she’s hurt you. carelessly, abusing your kind-hearted spirit, turned you to something resembling unbridled rage with a large dosage of resentment. 

ex!ellie who is met with your roommate instead of you, before the door is slammed in her face. she expects to be met with sharp behavior. there wasn't a shadow of a doubt she did. ellie just wished it wasn't your best friend who she fucking hated. ellie never liked them. they never liked her and now she didn't have to hide it. what ellie couldn't stand was that they were right about her. three years in and instead of doing the decent thing, ellie chose to betray you. those closest to you were going to protect you from the enemy at all costs. the only you trust the most and cut you the deepest. as much as she despised it, it was all true. 

ex!ellie who eventually gets you, after you hear her voice carelessly arguing with your friend. you place a box at the entry in front of her feet, before you walk away. ellie peaks through one foot in the door, but then you're already back with the second box. ellie can see the tears in your eyes and you see the guilt in hers. almost shining brighter than the shame. she knows how much it hurts you, her being here, being so close but so unimaginably far away it makes you want to hurl. 

ex!ellie who watches you breathe deeply, your hands clenched into fists. before you're rubbing them at drained eyes, dark circles underneath them. she's to blame for everything you're going through. if she had just been honest from the beginning, maybe the two of you could've been friends and just left your love there. you were nothing but good to ellie, pure like white snow, and now the blood from her hands fell over you, staining you a violent red. you would never be pure again. no. not like before. you wouldn't ever blindly trust anyone just because you simply fell in love. putting yourself out like this again? no, you couldn't do it. 

ex!ellie who tries to speak with you, mouth open, but no words are able to come out. she tried her best to put off this moment, the confrontation of the aftermath, facing the fact she had treated you like an afterthought, but you were more than just a thought ellie had tried to push away. you were a person she had left abandoned. she had promised you the world and caved when the time came to give in. she become everything you feared she would be, tearing you in little shreds of yourself as you tried to piece back what she had broke. 

"you look like you haven't slept." ellie states, not really a question, but she almost phrases it as one. she doesn't have a right to ask. the two of you know she's forfeited knowing you, your life, how you're doing — she's the one whose damned it all. 

"i don't really. not right now at least." you look anywhere but her eyes, your eyes concentrating towards the freckles meticulously scattered along her shoulders, her cheeks, and along her button nose. “anyways, should be everything of yours. i’ll contact dina if anything else shows up.” your tone sharp, clearly cutting through. 

there’s no malice when you utter her girlfriend’s name, but ellie senses you’ll reserve the tone of betrayal just for her. she’s the one who abandoned her commitment to you. 

not dina. 

“can we talk? please?” ellie flashes her beautiful puppy eyes at you, once would make you melt, now you feel like throwing up.

“ellie.” there is it is, ellie thinks, betrayal and brutality laced in the voice who promised her a future. there once had been one, house, kids, a ring. it seems so silly now. it’s a warning the way you speak to her. don’t push your luck, williams. 

she’s with dina. why does she even care? 

she’d never seen you so upset, so vengeful, so tired of her. you weren’t lying when you never said you never wanted to see her again. every single beat of your heart meant it, the emotion cut off when you spoke to her, how you looked at her with this cold look in your eyes. arms crossed over your chest as if looking at her is the most taxing task in the world. 

ellie was supposed to not care. she couldn’t, yet it bothered her you clearly didn’t. 

“i have nothing i want to say, especially to you.” you bark, for the first time, ellie fears there might be a bite. 

“i-i know i fucked up, okay? i just can’t stand the thought of you fucking hating me.” ellie pleads, a longing look in her eyes. 

“well, i never thought i would, so i guess we’re all evolving and changing into horrible people.” you roll your eyes at her, watching as she struggles to pick up the boxes laid at her feet. 

you loath how much you want to help her, but don’t. 

you can’t. 

“you’re not horrible.” 

“well, you are.” your insult slapped her right across the face, the burning sensation stung but what hurt more was knowing you meant every word. 

“this isn’t fair, i know what i did was bad, but i told you the truth. i didn’t lie, i confessed. isn’t it worth for at least, i dont know, a little empathy? something?” ellie sighed deeply, shoulders tense from the altercation with you. “

“you didn’t tell me because you’re a honest person. it’s because i would have found out and you were scared.” you scoff. “fuck you. wanting brownie points for admitting you cheated? go to hell.” 

“what else could i have done? it was already too late.” ellie admits, shame laced in her eyes. you hope she feels every bit of shame for all the hell she’s put you through. 

“i wonder why it was too late?” your sarcasm slicing through the air. ellie finally managed to get a grasp on boxes in her shaky hands as she tried to not crumble under your death glare from hell. “i was the last one to show up at the party to your new fucking relationship. huh, guess i would be one not invited? some weird fucking placeholder until you found something better. right under my fucking nose.” 

she deserves every bit of it. 

painfully, you were met with silence. ellie couldn’t do anything, apologize in a way she hadn’t before, beg for forgiveness, grovel for your compassion. 

you were too angry, too heated, too fucking hurt. there’s only a split second of it, ellie almost missed it, but she saw it clearly. the gloomy blues hidden beneath your beautiful eyes, slowly becoming more evident. you’re trying your best to hide it beneath anger, mask it from her, but she sees it. 

tears building the more your voice escalates and ellie would truly hate herself if she made you cry in front of her, again. she’s can’t see you do it again. it’s the last thing she wants. she can’t keep hurting you. 

dina, fuck. she has to protect her. ellie’s unsure if you’ll lash out on here. you haven’t yet, but breakups pull the worst out of you and she’s fearful for the women she does love. 

“just…don’t take it out on dina, alright? if you wanna be mad, fine. as much as i wish i could fix it, i know nothing i can say or do will earn your trust back. okay?” 

your heart breaks at her instinct to protect dina, how she used to do the same for you. it nearly splits you into an abyss, cracking your soul just where she had nicked it. almost seemed intentional at this point. 

“i would never be mean to her. she didn’t promise me a future together, you did. hope you have lovely fucking life with her.” 

ex!ellie who is met with the wooden door being slammed in her face, nearly kissing her chin. she stayed there long enough to hear you cry, sitting on the concrete to hear the consequences of loving someone else who wasn’t her girlfriend, well now ex. she craved to punch something, someone. you whined, a name quietly dropped from your perfect lips, abby, your fucking best friend. she would be the one to comfort you, pick up the pieces of the wreckage ellie had left you with. it scorned her, letting a flame loose on her skin, with the thought of you with her. but she didn’t get to have feelings, she couldn’t be upset with how you chose to reassemble your sanity. not when she’s the one who broke you. even if it’s with the woman she always feared you love more than a friend.

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[anothermansjeans]

youtuber!reader forgetting to edit out the five minutes of her just rambling about everything she likes about spencer🙏

hehehe this is part 2 of the q&a blurb!!

cw: spencer's a little shit (affectionate), the comments roast reader, reader just loves spencer sm, soooo fluff

wc: 737

youtuber!reader masterlist

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You did it again– you accidentally forgot to edit a video and posted it. This time, you blame Spencer completely. After filming, you were planning on editing it immediately because you had a strict posting schedule and you were behind on some videos. However, Spencer thought it was a good idea to pull you in his arms and practically wrap you in a cocoon of his warmth. You woke up the next morning completely forgetting about the unedited version and queuing it up to be uploaded.

You were terrified to watch the video, seeing as the comments were blowing up almost as much as they were when you exposed Spencer, but you simply couldn't remember what you said that would make people go feral. You wanted to wait to look, mostly because you were alone and didn't know if you could handle the embarrassment by yourself, but also because you wanted to be comforted by something you were still deeming his fault.

When he got home, he put his satchel down and took off his shoes, noticing you on the couch with your laptop opened to the video.

“Are you editing?”

You looked over your shoulder and gave him a shy smile. “No… I didn't edit a video again…”

Furrowing his eyebrows he walked towards the couch and sat down next to you. “Which one?”

“The Q&A from yesterday.”

You actively watched his face shift from concern to amusement. “Have you watched it?”

Immediately shaking your head, you gave him a confused look. “No.”

“You should.”

At his ominous words, you pressed play. It started off like the last one– fixing your hair in the viewfinder, adjusting the lighting, and preparing for the video. The video continued showing small hiccups along the way when mispronouncing usernames and laughing at something Spencer said, but you finally realized why Spencer was so amused when you told him this was the unedited video.

“@ prettyboystan asked ‘what’s your favorite thing about Spencer?’” You put your finger on your chin pretending to think. A scoff was heard in the background from Spencer. “Oh hush, you know I love you. Hmm, I love how he always has something new to tell me. It’s never a dull day in our relationship.”

You thought you were done, but then another thought popped into your head, “Oh! I also love when he reads to me. I know it sounds juvenile, but his voice is soothing and calms me down. Oh my God, he’s also so talented on the piano. There’s almost nothing he couldn't do.”

Looking down at your phone, you were preparing to move on, but you looked up at Spencer one last time, finding words at the tip of your tongue. “You know, I also love the way you find an appreciation for the new things I introduce you to, and the way you take in new things with ease. You're so open minded and I love it. You're also extremely humble for how accomplished you are,” Your face was lighting up as you looked off camera towards a blushing Spencer, “I love that you're caring, kind, and helpful to everyone around you. I also love that you let me love you. It makes me so happy being able to give you the love you deserve…”

Beside you, a soft chuckle could be heard, and you paused the video to scold Spencer. “You think this is so funny.”

“Because it is!”

“Ugh!” You groaned as you went back to your laptop and scrolled down to the comments… they were definitely roasting you more than normal. “They’re calling me a simp!”

“What’s a simp?”

Looking at him softly, you grabbed his hand, “this might be a long conversation…”

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BONUS: some comments

@ user: SIMP SIMP SIMP SIMP !! SIMPERELLA OVER HERE

@ user1: oh babe, you're so down bad

@ user2: please give us more… video essay on what you love about spencer???

@ user3: and you call him the yapper?

@ user4: wait everyone's roasting you (rightfully so) but this is so cute????

@ user5: she stops talking about him at 10:34

@ user6: i wish i had someone to yap to about how much i love them

@ user7: GETTING READY TO PLACE FREEZE TAG ON THE HIGHWAY AFTER THIS ONE BABE !! how dare you be so sweet

@ user8: can spencer teach a college course for men who need to be better because you would NEVER compliment a man sm

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#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #dr spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #youtuber!reader

[tac-the-unseen]

Hey how are you doing 👋🏽

I have a request, can you do a Thomas Hewitt x pregnant reader, just pure fluff

I bet that man would be a good father idk

Thomas Hewitt x pregnant Reader Headcannons

@diablosinners

CW: Pregnancy Difficulties, Child birth, Minor misogyny, extremely minor mention of Abortion (Like it's not said but implied)

Minor Angst and Fluff (It gets better I promise)

•When you found out about your pregnancy the first person you told wasn't Tommy, it was Luda Mae

•You told Luda the news and she was delighted

•You were panicked

•Not only was this your first baby, it was an unplanned one

•Your family has a history of trouble-some pregnancies and with the nearest hospital being hours away, this possibilities really frighten you

•Luda had to calm you down and stop you from almost stress vomiting on yourself

•She sat with you as you sobbed and tried to collect yourself enough to make some kind of plan

•You talked about your options and while she was trying to sway to one way, she said it was ultimately your choice

•You both decided to wait two weeks before telling anybody

•You didn't want to get anyone's hopes up just in case something happened to you or the new-comer growing inside of you

•after the two weeks have passed you waited for Thomas to get done working for the night so you can tell him

•When he walked through the door to see you sitting in a rocking chair he was slightly confused

•Normally you're upstairs or in the kitchen

•He wasn't worried it was simply just out of the ordinary

•You got up and guided him up the stairs and into your shared bedroom

•You sit him down and slowly introduce the topic into the conversation before making your rehearsed announcement

•He was silent for a few seconds, just long enough to let your panic sleep into your bones

•A cool chill runs through you and you begin to back petal

•You tell him how long you knew and all the options you have

•You’re quickly to ramble on about how you don't need to have right this minute and you could wait for later down if that's what Thomas needed

•Thomas listens to your quickly and panicked speech for a little bit before gently grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards him

•He leans over and softly kisses your forehead

•He runs a hand down to your stomach and gently rubs the side

•His one gentle kiss turned into multiple fast pecks all over your face.

•He was excited

•It took him just hours to already make plans for what he wanted to do with his future child

•He was comforting you at every turn and freaked out Everytime you bumped into a countertop or a wall.

•Thomas practically stood over you all day everyday

•He wants to always have you in his sights, for his peace of mind and yours

•He brings you drawings of what crib, rocking chairs, and wood carved mobile he wants to hang over the crib

•He lets you watch and values your opinion over everyone else. When asked by other family members why, Thomas points to you as if to say ‘They’re the pregnant one.’

•When you started to show he would occasionally gently lift your belly to relieve you of the weight the baby puts on your back.

•He never really liked leaving the house and normally left that up to his brothers, but he wanted to help with the baby shopping

•he gently holds out baby blankets he thinks you'll like, but keeps in mind that Luda-Mae has be fiercely crocheting baby blankets and sewing baby clothes

•He actually cries when you hold up the little baby booties and compares them to his huge palm.

•He carries all the bags to your car and lets you drive him home with the yellow booties still in his hands.

•You fought hard to let the other Hewitts know you were giving birth in an actual hospital

•Everytime the birth was brought up it turned into a huge argument. “Every Hewitt was born in this house and they will continue to be born in this house!” Charlie and Monty argued

•You kept bring up your side of the family's history and how you're not willing to die and leave the baby with a house full of psychos no matter how much they tried to deter you

•When you eventually went into labor Luda was quickly to Hussle you and Tommy into the car

•Both of them respected your wishes and understood your concerns and allow you to give birth in the hospital a two hours away

•By the time you got there you were 8 cm dilated and every nurse was scrambling to get you a room and a doctor to deliver your baby safely

•It was bloody, tiring, and the most pain you've ever been in but by the time the baby was out you passed out

•They rushed to stitch you up and stop you from hemorrhaging and had to use their hands to assist you delivering the placenta

•When all's said and done your baby was safely in your arms

•Luda brought a camera to take birthing pictures and Thomas was clutching all the baby blankets

•Thomas was terrified by your body seemingly giving out and when informed you easily could have died, He was relieved he actually listened to you and not his noodle brained brothers

•while it was great to have your baby in your arms, you were in desperate need of sleep, so the baby was pawned off to Luda so she could help Thomas hold his new-born for the first time

•That moment was magical for him, and even though his mind was already made up, he knew he would die for this child if it ever came to that

•Luda left the room briefly to use the bathroom and That left Tommy with the smallest human being he's ever seen wrapped up in the hospital’s white with pink and blue striped blanket.

•The quiet of the room was what made him sob

•His sleeping partner and sleeping child all together as a family was enough to break him

•The car ride home a few days later was also silent

•He sat in the back seat with the baby's car seat watching as the hum and the vibrations of the car lull the child asleep

•He did leave that baby’s side for a second

•He was there when the baby cried, when the baby slept, when the baby needed a diaper change, he was there for every moment

•Until His brothers bitched at him to start working again

•Thomas, while wanting to stay with you and the baby, did understand he was the muscle of the house and he had work to do to maintain it

•He worked as fast as he could so he could be with you two again

•You had secretly been teaching your baby to say Dada because you know how hard Thomas is working and how dedicated he is to his family.

•When the child did say their first words ‘Dada’ Thomas actually ran around the living room as a victory lap.

•All that made better by your Child giggling

•Thomas has made toys out of bones, yes they are properly cleaned, he doesn't want to get his baby sick

•Nobody but You, Thomas, And Luda are allowed to hold the baby, He knows how harsh and clumsy his Brothers are and refuses to let them touch the baby

•Thomas isn't normal one to argue with his family but he made a vow to protect you and his children and by God he will kill Monty if it comes to it

•It really won't, But now Monty and Charlie know his serious

Thanks for reading <3

I wrote this fic with a little angst because I feel like every Leatherface x Reader is pregnancy related. I didn't want to re-write what many before me have written so I added minor Angst to at least make it different/Stand out.

Also I'm just not a huge fan of Pregnancy fics in general. Kinda gives me the ick, but I'm not one to disappoint someone who wanted my take of a fic!

#slashers #thomas hewitt #Thomas Hewitt x Reader #x reader #reader #pregnancy fic #texas chainsaw massacre #Leatherface #leatherface x reader #Luda-Mae Hewitt #Monty Hewitt #charlie hewitt #Hewitt family #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort

[leclerced]

Lando with a virgin!reader? That boy would go with the philosophy “panic first, deal with it later”. He’d be stressed af cause for him it’s a big thing to that his girl wants to loose her virginity with him. I can so imagine her being like super turned on and she’s like ready to go all the way but then he’s pulling back and starts rambling how he thinks it would be best to start slowly cause rn? He’s not the ready one. So the first time would be kind of movie romantic. Maybe not that much but a little bit at least. Very intimate and absolutely filled with his praises about her

omg yeah he’s so worried about doing it right and it being a good memory. the first time, they try to just get it over with like she wants. she’s horny and wants to fuck, so they almost do it before he stops because he wants to do it right. they plan it out, have a nice romantic meal and watch a movie and then he puts it off because it doesn’t feel right, they planned it out too much and now it feels orchestrated. she’s like “we literally agreed ‘sex after dinner on friday’ how is that too much planning?” third times the charm though, they’re having a lazy day, attempting to binge watch a new series but they keep getting lost in make out sessions before something loud happens in the show and they break apart to see what action they’ve missed.

at some point they give up on watching it completely, get lost in each other and end up having sex without thinking about it ahead of time. she asks if he wants to after he goes down on her and he asks, “right now? we didn’t really plan on it.” and she’s like, “we didn’t plan on you going down on me either but that happened. so yes, right now. you said it had to be natural, this feels right, doesn’t it?” and he can’t find anything in his head telling him now is not the time. it’s the first time they’ve been close to doing it without any hint of doubt or hesitation in both of them and soon enough he’s retrieved a condom and he’s lining up. he’s checking with her every move he makes; asking her if she feels okay, if it feels good and if he can move, then praising her when he stills; telling her how good she feels, how pretty she looks, telling her its okay if she wants to stop to which she replies, “if you stop i will cry. i’m not going to be a half-virgin.” and he laughs and promises he won’t stop, but he reminds her three more times before he’s bottomed out.

#ask #lifeboredme #ln4

[ticklygiggles]

You've got a friend in me pt. 3 | Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Hinata & Reader

A/N: First fic from new commissions made by always kind and wonderful Max (@wertzunge)! As always, I apologize for the delay, but I hope you enjoy this fic Max! Thank you so much for always being so kind to me! ❤️

Words: 3k+

Summary: On a little school trip to Kyoto, Hinata seems to be very excited to have you around, but a certain freckled boy seemed to be a bit... upset.

Male!Reader. You can read part 1 and part 2 of this series!

The weather was beautiful: clear skies, warm sun and fresh air. Perfect for this trip to Kyoto. Your heart fluttered like a small caged bird inside your chest, the excitement ran through you from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. It was your first time on a school trip to Kyoto- this was supposed to be an educational trip, (something about history? You really couldn't recall), but your teachers had promised a free day for the students to go wherever they pleased. 

Yamaguchi and you had decided on doing some research about the places you both would like to visit and prepare an itinerary for that day. For this, you've decided to sit together, wanting to plan everything as soon as possible. You really couldn't wait to get into the bus! 

“Aren't you excited?!” A voice chirped behind you and you jumped slightly when you felt a soft poke near your left side. 

Turning around, your lips stretched into a smile. “I feel like I'm gonna explode, Shouyou!” 

Having made friends with a certain piece of sunshine did nothing to help relax your excitement. You had not long become friends with Hinata Shouyou. It was to be expected that by visiting Yamaguchi and Tsukishima so much at their volleyball practices, they would eventually introduce you to the rest of the team. Everyone had been exceptionally kind, but Hinata seemed attached to you from day one. You couldn't lie, at first Hinata's overflowing and bright energy made you feel terribly nervous, but it didn't take long for you to adapt to it and soon you became good friends.

Hinata was practically jumping on one foot with excitement. He rambled on about this and that and you could only nod with a smile, but in a second he was gone and was now fighting with Kageyama. Those two were certainly a very fun duo to watch, you chuckled and squealed when yet another poke to your side surprised you. 

“Did you do your research?”

Turning around again, the biggest grin pulled at the corners of your lips. Yamaguchi was looking at you with a smile just as bright. 

“I did!” You hurriedly pulled out a notepad from the side of your bag. “I made a very detailed list with cons and pros about each place!” You said excitedly. “We can compare our research!”

Yamaguchi nodded, chuckling a little and your cheeks flushed slightly. “That sounds like a good idea! Don't forget we'll seat together so we can-” 

“Ack!” 

You nearly dropped your notepad when someone suddenly hooked their arm around yours, dragging you away from Yamaguchi. 

“H-Huh?! Shouyou?!” 

“C'mon, c'mon!” He said, all smiles and laughs. “You'll sit with me, okay?! Quick! Before they get the best spots!” 

“A-Ah, Shouyou- I promised I would- agh!” You looked back at Yamaguchi and he was looking at you with a surprised expression. 

“I'm sorry!” You mouthed and you saw his shoulders falling a little as he gave a sad smile and a nod. 

Sooner than later you were squeezed between the window and Hinata’s incessant talking. You tried to keep your smile warm and sincere, but something felt heavy in your chest– you had promised Yamaguchi you both would sit together, but now you were with Hinata and Yamaguchi didn't look too happy even though he was sitting with Tsukishima. 

You sighed. Well, you hoped you'd get a chance to apologize once you were at the inn. Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and you would be sharing a room after all, so there were plenty of chances to properly apologize and compensate your dear friend… right?

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The bus ride didn't seem very long to you. Hinata's mouth just wouldn't shut up and soon he was making you laugh and making you chat animatedly with him. The only time he was silent was when he fell asleep for a few minutes and you were able to watch the scenery out the window. You pushed the small problem with Yamaguchi to the back of your head, it wasn't worth getting overwhelmed by it now when you could deal with it later.

Finally arriving at the inn, the butterflies in your stomach returned. The air in Kyoto even felt different, but maybe it was just you… but was the sky bluer there? Impossible, right? Chuckling to yourself, you started to get off the bus along with everyone else. Hinata practically held you prisoner, clinging tightly to your arm until his bright eyes found Kageyama, and laughing, he said he would see you in a moment. 

You started your own search; your eyes scanning the faces in that sea of ​​students in front of you until you found that adorable freckled face. You perked like a little puppy and quickly made your way to him while the teachers did the check in. 

“Tadashi!” You called once you were a couple of feet away from him. “Tadashi, I'm so sorry about earlier! I really wanted to sit with you, but Shouyou, he just-"

You jolted when you heard your name screamed at the top of Hinata's lungs. In a moment, the little ball of orange energy was at your side, grabbing your arm and dragging you somewhere. 

“What- Shouyou?! I was talking to- 

Hinata didn't even listen to you. “C'mon! You can do that later! Let's go see our room!”

Once again, you were dragged away from Yamaguchi without even the chance to look at him one last time before Hinata took you to your room.

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You expected the room to be big enough to fit four people in, but you certainly didn't expect it to be that big. It was a very spacious room, but modest. The tatami felt extremely comfortable under your feet and four futons were properly arranged. A small wooden table in the middle of the room and some decorations here and there. It was cozy and somehow warm.

“I want this bed!” He called your name as he threw his back somewhere. “You'll sleep next to me, right?!” 

You chuckled shyly, “Sh-Shouyou, I think we should let everyone choose where-"

“I want to be the farest away from Hinata as possible.” Tsukishima’s voice surprised you and you smiled when you saw Yamaguchi entering the room right behind the tall boy. 

To your surprise, Yamaguchi made eye contact with you, but quickly averted his eyes. Something uncomfortably heavy set on the pit of your stomach and you felt that awful sensation of anxiety starting to swirl in your chest and wrap around your throat. You gulped and took a deep breath. Let's calm down, you repeated inside your head over and over. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. 

From left to right: Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, you and Hinata. After a bit of chaos and someone almost asking to change rooms and saying that he'd rather sleep in the King's room, you all finally could choose your own bed and set that problem aside. 

“Since we are next to each other,” you said to Yamaguchi as you both pulled out some clean clothing from your bags. “I think we can talk about the places we want to visit, right?” 

Yamaguchi halted for a mere second before nodding softly. “Mhmm.” 

You felt your cheeks heating up a little. “H-Hmm… Tadashi, are you mad at m-”

“Hey!” Hinata suddenly grabbed your arm. “The teacher said we should meet outside for a quick tour! Let's go!” 

“S-Shouyou, give me just one second, I- 

“Go on,” Yamaguchi said and you froze, quickly looking at him. “We should hurry.” With that, he was out of the room, leaving not only you and Hinata back, but also Tsukishima. 

That awkward sensation tightened around your throat, almost choking you. This was going downhill, but you weren't trying to upset anyone, Hinata was just-

“Let's go?” He asked with a bright, warm smile and happy eyes and you sighed, nodding and smiling back at him. You really couldn't get mad at Hinata, he simply was… excited. Perhaps a bit too much, but you were sure he didn't mean harm. 

Sighing again, you looked behind. “Let's go, Tsukki.” Tsukishima simply hummed in agreement and followed you and Hinata out the room.  

In the lobby, you quickly found Yamaguchi and joined him, but standing next to him just felt… terribly awkward. You tried to do small talk, though you hated it to the bone, even throwing in some jokes that made you blush slightly, but your attempts seemed to work: Yamaguchi tried to hide a smile and he even spoke to you a couple of times, he was still curt in his answers, but at least he seemed to want to talk to you again.

The tour of the small inn was boring. The teachers in charge guided you through practically every room occupied by the students in your class, the teachers’ own rooms, the bathrooms, and so on, by the time you all had finished, you were exhausted. Not only physically, but also mentally. Although Yamaguchi seemed to be back to normal, he would still try to avoid talking to you too much. It had been too long since you had felt that suffocating sensation around your neck. Thousands of negative thoughts gathered in your head and you felt your temples throb. You heard your heart racing behind your ears and your breathing was a little erratic, barely perceptible to anyone, but deafening to you.

Letting out a deep sigh once you all were back to your room, you collapsed on your designated futon wearing a comfortable yukata given by the inn. Everyone had taken a shower, the room smelled like the sun and your eyelids felt heavy, you could have fallen asleep right then, but someone's voice woke you up. 

“Shall we play a bit?” It was Yamaguchi, kneeling on his futon and showing you a deck of uno cards. You beamed, nodding excitedly, not feeling sleepy anymore. “I bet you can't beat me this time.”

You chuckled, getting up and approaching the little table with Yamaguchi. “When have I been able to do it?” 

You both laughed and some of the growing anxiety in your chest dissipated. Everything was fine. It had just been a small misunderstanding. You and Yamaguchi were still friends and you were probably going to have a lot of fun on that trip... right?

One game turned into two and then into three and four. All four times you lost miserably, Yamaguchi had always been extremely good at uno, you couldn't really remember a time you had beaten him, but it didn't matter, you always had fun with him and seeing him happy to win over and over again was more than enough for you. 

“You are terrible at this,” Hinata chuckled, glued to your side as Yamaguchi and you played for the fifth time. “This one,” he said, pointing at a card in your hand. 

“A-Ah, this one?”

“Yes!” He said and waited for Yamaguchi to throw his next card. “Hmm, now this one. Why do you have so many cards? You could've won decades ago- now throw this one and this, and this and now this and- 

You and Hinata jumped in surprise when Yamaguchi slammed his palms against the table. Your eyes widened when he looked at you, his brow deep in a big frown. He was furious.

“Can't you do anything by yourself?!” He yelled, getting up and rushing out of the room. 

You were stunned. Your eyes wide and your heart hammering in your chest. What had happened?! Weren't you and Yamaguchi better now? You started to breathe heavily, your hands started to shake, the cards falling from your grip. You, Hinata, and Tsukishima seemed to have frozen in place. The three of you were staring at the door where Yamaguchi had come out.

Tsukishima was the first one to react, he sighed softly and started to get up from his futon where he was listening to music. He looked at you and you flinched. “I'll go check-

“No,” Hinata said, gently tapping your shoulder as he got up from his spot beside you. “I will go. This is my fault after all.” Hinata can be painfully dense many times, but even he could tell what had happened here. He smiled sheepishly at you and quickly left the room to look for Yamaguchi. 

This was terrible. Was it happening again? Were you going to lose Yamaguchi? After everything it had cost you to open up to him and after all the affection you already felt for him- was it going to end like this? For a misunderstanding? It was your fault. Maybe the problem has always been you, maybe you don't know how to maintain a friendship. Maybe the problem is your behavior and attitude. Poor Yamaguchi, he had to know the worst side of you and now he was hurt like this. Were you really... a bad person? 

“Hey…” You jumped, feeling a hand rubbing your back. Tsukishima was sitting beside you, and he reached out to wipe a tear falling from your cheek. “Don't be like this. This is not your fault.”

Your bottom lip trembled and more tears streamed down your cheeks. “It is my fault,” you said between soft sobs. “I've hurt Tadashi and now he hates me. I didn't m-mean to, I promise, Kei!” You looked at him with shame. Was Tsukishima going to hate you too? After all, Yamaguchi was his precious friend, of course Tsukishima would feel upset towards you and- 

A gasp escaped your mouth when Tsukishima hugged you tightly with one arm. “I'm telling you this is not your fault, you don't understand?” He asked, gently rubbing your back. “Yamaguchi doesn't hate you. He just can't hate you. He likes you so much, can't you see how precious you are to him? You did nothing wrong.” 

You hid your face on Tsukishima's shoulder and cried some more, letting Tsukishima's words settle in your heart. Yamaguchi didn't hate you? The possibility of that being true made your heart jump. If Yamaguchi didn't hate you, you could apologize and everything would go back to normal and you would both continue enjoying each other's company for a long time. Yamaguchi was so precious to you, you couldn't imagine the that you two could stop being friends. Just thinking about it made your bones hurt and made you feel dizzy and nauseous. Your friendship with him couldn't end yet- at least not this way.

“There, there. Are you better?” You nodded a little, slowly pulling away from the embrace. Tsukishima sighed. "You're so silly. How could you think Yamaguchi would hate you because of something so silly? You should apologize for thinking this way.” You blushed, nodding and Tsukishima chuckled. “You both are so childish. You need to grow up.” Although his words seemed harsh, there was no venom in them. His finger was suddenly poking your side, making you jump with a squeak. 

“You see? How can you be so ticklish? Yamaguchi too, you both really are so alike,” he said, poking and poking and poking every spot he could reach: your sides, your ribs, your tummy and even your neck. In seconds he had you giggling and trying to stop his hand. 

“Thahat- That d-dohoesn't have to do wihith a-anythihing!” You giggled out, squeaking when he started to knead your sides. “Kehehei!” 

Tsukishima snorted softly before finally stopping. “Everything will be fine, you'll see,” he said with a warm smile, playfully ruffling your hair. 

You breathed and smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Kei.” 

"We are back!" 

Like a spring, you stood up as soon as you saw Yamaguchi enter. His eyes were red and wet, he had also been crying a little. His freckled face was twisted into an expression of sadness, shyness and remorse and you were dying to hug him and tell him how important he was to you, but before you could even open your mouth, Yamaguchi had already started speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I'm sorry,” he said softly, looking at you. “I acted like a kid-” 

Tsukishima, “That's what I said.”

Hinata, “Tsukishima!!” 

“... I was…,” Yamaguchi continued. “I was tremendously jealous about how well you got along with Hinata. I thought…,” he sighed, his cheeks turning pink. “I thought you just… would leave me behind and wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore.

I was just stupid… instead of trying to talk to you, I decided to just be mad and childish and in the end I only hurt you just because I was scared I was going to be left behind and I even made Hinata feel bad just because he wanted to be friends with you…”

You knew that feeling of being forgotten and not belonging very well and it hurt you that Yamaguchi felt that way. 

“So I am very, very sorry. Would you forgive me this time? I promise I'll do better… please?” 

You smiled at him and quickly wrapped your arms around Yamaguchi, hugging him tightly. Yamaguchi hugged you back, letting out a long, pleased sigh. Forgive him? Of course! There had been blame on both sides in this situation, both had hurt the other in one way or another, so of course you forgave him. Your precious friend. 

You chuckled, hugging Yamaguchi even tighter. “I think… there's only one way I can truly forgive you, Tadashi.”

Yamaguchi nodded. “Yes! Please let me know what it is and I'll- eek!”

Yamaguchi pushed your shoulders lightly when you squeezed both his sides, tickling him. He looked at you and you smirked, making him flush; he tried to run, but you started to squeeze his sides again and again and again and soon, his laughter filled the whole room as he jumped and squirmed, trying to escape. 

“I'll have to tickle you until I think it's enough!” You said with a laugh as Yamaguchi collapsed to the floor, your hands glued to his torso, following him down. 

“N-Nohoho! I'm s-sohorry! I didn't- ahaha!” 

Yamaguchi thrashed around, his hands around your wrists trying to push your hands away without much force or intention. His bitter expression had completely changed with a vibrant, bright smile that almost split his face in half. The sad tears streaming down his face had turned into tears of laughter and the way he laughed your name made you laugh along with him. Very soon, the bad time you were going through was behind you and now you were having fun like you always did. 

“I want to play too! I want to play too!” Hinata chirped, jumping up and down excitedly. You thought that if he had a tail, he would be wagging it from side to side. You chuckled and looked up at him. “Can I join? Can I join?!”

You nodded, “yeah! Come help me out, Shouyou!” 

“N-Nohoho! Ts-Tsuhuki, help! Ahahack!” 

Not even you noticed when or how, but Hinata already had his hyperactive fingers on Yamaguchi's stomach, pinching the muscle on the sides of his belly and vibrating the tips of his fingers around Yamaguchi’s belly button. The redhead was giggling and babbling something about how ticklish Yamaguchi was and you chuckled, moving your fingers up to his ribs. 

Yamaguchi laughed and squealed. His hands were an uncoordinated mess, trying to cover his stomach and then his ribs and also his mouth and his reddened cheeks. He laughed heartily, it seemed to you as if he were almost laughing with relief and you smiled tenderly. How could you even think that Yamaguchi would hate you? Tsukishima was right, you weren't giving him the credit he deserved.

“Oof-!” 

You gasped heavily as someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and gently pushed you back, pinning one of your arms above your head. It was Tsukishima. He straddled your waist and smirked from above you. 

“Someone here also needs a punishment for beating himself around too hard, hmm?” 

“K-Kehei, no, please! I'm s-sorry I just- ahaHAHA! N-NOHOHO!” 

Tsukishima simply loved to go for your weakest spots. It was like that every single time he tickled you. His fingers started to wiggle against your exposed underarm. He scratched the sensitive skin at the hollow and kneaded the muscle with his thumb, making you shriek with ticklish laughter. 

Yamaguchi was also busy laughing his head off, you could hear him begging for mercy as Hinata quickly found the weak spot at his hips. Your laughter filled the room and you thought in a small moment of lucidity, when Tsukishima stopped tickling you to get a better grip on your arm, that very soon someone would be knocking on the door asking you all to shut up, but no one did and so you and Yamaguchi were under a vicious tickle attack until you both were able to pin your captors back. 

Hinata's vibrant and rich laughter, along with Tsukishima's serene and gentle laughter formed a combination that was not at all unpleasant to hear. You already knew each of the points that made Tsukishima shriek with laughter, and Yamaguchi seemed to be having lots of fun trying to find Hinata's, which wasn't too hard, he seemed to be a walking tickle spot! 

Tsukishima kept laughing out threats that had you laughing and feeling nervous butterflies in your tummy, but before he could actually get revenge on you, you and Yamaguchi locked eyes and in seconds, you both were after each other, trying to pin the other down while your hands latched to that place that made you scream with laughter. 

Hinata wanted to join in the fun again and, somehow, Tsukishima was dragged in too, this time going for Yamaguchi who was driving you crazy because of the tickling under your arms. Hinata, for his part, took Yamaguchi's place, so you had a second of rest before you began to laugh loudly once again. 

It had been an eventful day, you had to admit it. You could assure that you had felt almost every emotion in the world that day, but you were happy that everything had been fixed. You and Yamaguchi had strengthened your bond and you were sure that you would continue to be together for a long time to come. 

It was the first night, but you knew that this trip would be one of the best of your life, as long as you and Yamaguchi remained the best of friends! 

#haikyuu!! #Haikyuu!! tickling #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #hinata shouyou #male!reader #reader #ticklish!Tsukishima #ticklish!hinata #ticklish!yamaguchi #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #mia's commissions #commisions

[dianagj-art]

Hey uh, what drawing apps do you use/recommend?

I mostly use photoshop and sometimes krita

As far as recomendations go, I don't really like recomending programs since it really does depend on what you are going to use (pc, laptop, android tablet, ipad, you name it) and how you feel about it

But just to list some programs I know about/ have used at some point:

Clip Studio Paint, Infinite Painter, Autodesk, Fire Alpaca, Paint tool Sai (I dont know if this keeps existing) and Aggie/Magma I guess

(i dont have an ipad and I only know of Procreate for it)

I'm gonna go in a bit of a ramble so I'm gonna leave that under the cut

Like I said I dont really like recomending programs because what works for some people might not work for others

For example Clip Studio Paint is an amazing program with a lot of tools that'll make your life easier, it works for pc, for android tablets, and I think for ipad too. it has an animation feature, the tools it has for comics/manga are amazing, and theres a whole asset store for brushes and whatnot with free stuff you can get! A lot of friends have move from photoshop to csp, most of my supervisors use that, and it called me like a siren call. but I cant use it. idk what is it, but i just cant get used to it, I've tried it in 3 different times for a couple of months and it never clicked with my brain. so I don't use it

I have an android tablet that I bought so I could draw digitally without being chained to my desk but I rarely draw there because I dont like the way it feels, but I use Infinite Painter and is a very compleate program there are tools under a paywall but is very cheap to buy

Autodesk, Fire Alpaca and Sai were some of the programs I used when I started digitally, I used to jump from one to the other to see what felt better (I ended up using photoshop) Autodesk and Fire Alpaca are free (as far as I know/remember) and Sai you do have to buy it but is a one purchase for life kind of thing (as far as I know)

Aggie/Magma is a browser based program, I don't really like it lmao, it lags a lot for me and my pc fans go like crazy whenever I open it, but I know people who use it as their default and I've seen people do very cool things in a shared canvas.

Same way, many people find photoshop very daunting or confusing or restricting while is my favorite thing and I feel like fish in water there. So it depends on your preferences!

My best recomendation is to jump from one place to the other, use those free programs and use up the free trails of the paid ones (and pirate photoshop) see what feels right to you!

And remember this very important bit of information:

Programs are just a tool. The tool does not make the artist.

Sure the wrong tool can mess you up, but that's why is important to experiment and find what works for you. But using fancy or pricy programs are not gonna make you a better artist, after all, there's people who do realistic portraits on ms paint

#dg rambles

[smilingconfessionz]

My Personal Smiling Friend’s Headcanons :D!

sfw + vague nsfw! if u don’t like them don’t comment or reblog n move along pls and thank u i just don’t want any drama at all ;w;

CHARLIE DOMPLER:

he/it + pansexual

audhd + bipolar + mdd

had braces in high school

HEARTS WEED❤️❤️❤️❤️

unfortunately vapes as well. fave flavors are like watermelon mango or some shit

speaking of substances he isn’t THAT big of an alcohol fan and is mostly a social drinker

#lowkey has catholic guilt

is actually an understanding, gentle guy, but people usually brush him off or see him as too “blunt”, “weird”, or “awkward” (he’s just autistic and people r mean)

also sort of hard to bond with because past experiences have made him afraid to be vulnerable and sincere around others

unfortunately smells like weed axe body spray and bonfires

bottom sub but prefers being a service top

biiiiig softie. wants to hide it but is absolutely terrible at it

his music taste is either the worst shit you’ve ever heard or it’s peak

unironically a pretentious musictwt nerd </3

purrs whenever happy!!!!

has an overbite

his orange hoodie is his comfort hoodie and also body dysmorphia hoodie (I love projecting issues onto my fave characters🔥🔥🔥)

LOVES praise of all sorts

a terrible hopeless romantic

PIM PIMLING:

he/him + bisexual w/ male lean

audhd + anxiety + ocd

wanted to become a teacher at some point in his life

while he gives out great advice, he’s terrible at taking his own

seems to be put together but is not in the SLIGHTEST

also very terrible hopeless romantic. this man Yearns™️

doesn’t really consume or enjoy music as much as the others, but enjoys whatever plays on the radio

he’s great at ALL love languages and treats all of his relationships and friendships in very kind, unique ways

LOVES ART!! he likes to draw landscapes and animals the most

stays away from substances of any kind but drinks occasionally, has to be a BIG occasion however

a true versatile switch with no preference

stims!!!

has a LOT of family trauma

SEVERE internalized homophobia because of said family trauma

he just really needs a genuine hug

enjoys baking with a passion and bakes things for his friends

loves listening to people ramble about their interests and could do it for hours

textbook definition of a people pleaser but is trying his hardest to get out of that mindset (not really working💔)

smells like cherry blossom and vanilla

ALLAN RED:

she/he + queer & aromantic

is fine with birth name but also likes the name “alanis”

autism

VERY private person. keeps a lot of private details to herself

social smoker

smells like fucking chemicals and red velvet

listens to a lot of goth music. loves gothic metal

kind of like charlie music wise (both listen to underground things, but allan’s music taste is ACTUALLY more underground than just being online popular)

is a fucking MATH NERD!!! Definitely helped charlie in high school with his math homework

also LOVES english as well, knows a lot of classic literature and has her own library

speaking of charlie, had a fwb situationship thing with him at one point in time

HATES the rain

doesn’t do well with compliments or affection

DOMINANT AF LETS GOOO🔥🔥🔥either a power bottom or a dom top

very great with animals, prefers cats

also stims a lot, uses stim toys like fidget cubes or rubix cubes

has SHARP ass teeth

on HRT for a couple months, everyone is very supportive

enjoys gardening duh

picky eater and extremely particular about what she eats

has the sleep schedule of an old person. usually sleeps around 8-9pm

hot showers are the best thing ever

has scars from crucifixion

HATES HOT WEATHER! it makes her overstimulated

into writing

GLEP:

any/all (likes having name in place of pronouns) + queer

audhd

knows lots of languages, but English and Wingon is Glep’s primary languages

listens to a LOT of loud shit. nasenbluten, xrin arms, annoying ringtone, crystal castles, & delta 9 are some examples of what Glep usually listens to

met Pim first out of all the smiling friends

unfortunately obsessed with brainrot youtube shorts that make no sense

extremely invested in space

does bright eyebleeding digital art in spare time and has quite the following online

doesn’t fuck with sex much but is also a true versatile switch

best friend is allan

closer to pim and allan but loves charlie too!!!

into experimental, weird, niche animated movies

hates energy drinks with a passion

has smoked weed a couple times but it doesn’t do much for glep

has also done psychedelics with allan, had a grand ol time

comfort item is wizard hat and bean bag is comfort chair that nobody else is allowed to sit in or ELSE

probably runs FL studio like the US Navy

really fucking funny

easily irritated

smells like those warhead sour candies and coffee

has a lot of money in bank account, does not tell anybody

very fun person to party with

pulls all nighters consistently

causes glep to be super sleepy and take tiny naps throughout the day at the office

on days off, usually spends time out around local shows with allan and charlie and plays DJ mixes

had a good upbringing and home life, probably the most mentally stable one out of the four

#smiling friends #leave me requests in my inbox if u want a post like this :333 #smiling friends headcanons #charlie dompler #sfw #nsfl #pim pimling #allan red #charlie smiling friends #glep #glep smiling friends #alan red #Pim smiling friends #Allan smiling friends #alan smiling friends #Allan red headcanons #alan red headcanons #charlie dompler headcanons #Pim pimling headcanons #glep headcanons #junky’s headcanons

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

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Imma just...pop this one here. >_> /) 💡

Death seeking Creator who has a notebook. Genshin character finds and reads some of said notebook. Said character is one like Thoma, Xiao, or Childe. The read about how DS Creator would think about them. Compliment them on how they look so much better than what they saw through their screens. How much they liked these characters, and was so thrilled to meet them face to face...how much it hurt, to have their favorite character hunt them down.In their notes, the Creator wonders though...are they acting of their own accord? Like the Creator is (initially) trying to rationalize why this is happening kind of thing.

Example:"I got to see Thoma today! It was cute to see him playing with the strays...but then he saw me, and I got killed. The expression on his face before he ended me, he looked...sad? Maybe he did it because of an order from the Kamisato Clan? Thoma owes them so much, and considering he's never met me or anything...it wasn't right, but if that's the reason, I guess I could try to understand."

Omg YES, that's exactly kind of what I was thinking when I first was told about this sort of idea!

The notebooks would definitely just start out as like your typical isekai fic like "Well, you're probably wondering how I got here" to the ramblings of a simp, to the scribbles of someone losing their mind in the worst way possible.

Oh yeah also Thoma, man that guy would feel so bad for the "imposters" everytime one has to be killed. I really think some characters just don't understand the point of it, but they do it anyways as to not be ostracized by the others. Since the whole world is more or less a cult for the creator in a way, it makes sense some would be more self aware of the general unhealthy attitude a lot have over the Primordial Mother

#sagau #genshin sagau #death seeking creator #others ideas

[hiraethwrote]

i am telling you i love you

✧ including [seperate]: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, t. fushiguro, r. sukuna, c. kamo ✧ summary: the first time saying 'i love you' to each other ✧ cw: [MDNI] f!reader, afab!reader, FLUFF, hint of angst, crack ig?, arguing, swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), insinuation of being drunk, maybe a hint of toxicity in sukunas, insecure!choso (sorry), no use of y/n, established relationships ✧ wordcount: 4.7k (700-900 each)

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satoru gojo

From the start, he had always admired you for your craftiness. You’d think a restless person like Satoru would hate just watching you do whatever hobby you were pursuing this month, but it had quickly become his favourite part of the day. His day was hectic enough as it was, so it gave him a domestic sense of comfort watching your precision.

“You know, you don’t have to keep me company while I’m doing this,” you said with that kind smile of yours, the smile that was reserved for him only.

“No, I don’t mind,” he breathed softly.

He sat opposite you, leaned forward on the table with his arms crossed under his chin, having his loving stare glued on you. Letting it travel from your eyebrows that were pinched together in concentration, to the slight scrunch of your nose when you messed up, to your tongue peaking out between your tight lips.

“Isn’t it boring? I’m sure you have better things to do.” Quickly flicking your eyes to look at him, the faintest curve on his lips, barely noticing the small shake of his head. “Suit yourself,” you shrugged before turning your focus back to your work.

How had he gotten so lucky? You hadn’t been together for all that long, but it had been the most delightful four months of his life. He found himself falling harder for you every day that passed.

Unlike most of the people in his life, you’d taken the time to get to know him, truly know him. He saw it in the small things you did for him, like always bringing him his favourite sweets when you came to stay with him during the weekends, calling him just to ask how his day was going during lunch, and how you never failed to kiss him goodbye when leaving the room because you knew he’d get whiny otherwise.

The smile on his face never wavered, watching you quietly mumbling along to the music you’d put on. Every once in a while, you shot him a quick glance just to see if he was doing okay, and his heart fluttered every time you smiled at him. He just thought you were perfect it every way possible.

“I love you,” he blurted out.

“What?”

“What?”

Satoru had sat up straight, both looking at each other with big eyes as you tried to comprehend what had just slipped out of him.

“Did you just-“

“Pfft, no!” He interrupted, never breaking the eye contact. “You’re hearing things.”

Your cheeks flushed red and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “No, you definitely said that.”

“What are you going to do about it?” He asked defensively, folding his arms over his chest as he kept fidgeting in his seat.

Rapidly blinking away the worst of the shock. “Satoru,” you spoke softly, but it did nothing to calm the pounding of his heart.

Had he messed up by letting it slip out too soon? The thought of actually having fallen in love with you had crossed his mind on several occasions. He had just been scared to come on too strong and screw things up before you’d even have the time to start properly.

“Let’s just forget it happened. What do you want for dinner?” He rambled on, standing up from the chair and darted for the kitchen.

“Satoru,” you repeated yourself, just as soft as the first time. Something about seeing him in his anxious haze, that had landed him staring vacantly into the refrigerator, had made you calm down.

“We have some beef we could use.”

“Satoru,” you said once again, placing a gentle hand on his back. His entire body tensed up, not turning to look at you. Satoru was sure his heart would beat out of his chest when you touched him. “Will you look at me?”

Even though his embarrassment was still running rampant inside him, he didn’t have it in him to not look at you when you talked to him with so much consideration. Slowly he turned to look at you, a sweet smile greeting him before your soft hand cupped his cheek.

“I love you, too.” Instantly his shoulders dropped and it was as one could literally see his nerves relaxing.

“Oh thank god,” he said as he released a deep breath. Without hesitation, he cupped your face with both hands and placed a deep kiss on your lips, causing you giggle.

“I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss “I love you,” kiss.

His eyes sparkled, more than they usually did. They told you, that even though it had been an intrusive thought that had taken control of his mouth, it hadn’t been a spur of the moment realisation. He truly meant it, and had for a while. It was more than just a confession, it was a promise.

suguru geto

“Please remind me we need to buy toilet paper,” you caught his attention as you exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your head. Lifting his focus from his book, Suguru fawned at the sight of you strutting casually to the kitchen, happily humming to yourself. “You want toast for breakfast?”

He quietly lifted himself off the couch and followed you to see you already assembling your own toast. How was it even possible, having barely started the day, to look as irresistible as you did? Wearing his t-shirt that nearly reached you mid thigh, fluffy slippers on your feet, unwrapping the towel on your head, making you damp hair frame your face.

“You want ketchup on yours?” You asked before you took your thumb in your mouth to lick of some of the access ketchup you’d got on it. With a weak smile, he shook his head no to which you simply shrugged before turning back to the toast. “You meeting Satoru today, right?”

Suguru kept clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. He hadn’t been this nervous around you since before you got together. He’d spent weeks and weeks, mustering up the courage to even introduce himself to you.

Which was something he hadn’t done on his own accord; Satoru had more or less pushed him in your direction after after he had gotten tired of hearing Suguru’s constant doting of you from afar.

But that was months ago now, and you’d gotten so far since then. You practically lived together at this point, and he’d tried so many times to confess how he truly felt about you. So many times, but his nerves made him run blank every time.

Every evening when you were watching late night tv together, when you had your head resting on his lap, carefully stroking your hair— the words popped into his head.

When you were standing in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, how often you fell into a fit of laughter while brushing your teeth. Toothpaste running down your chin— the words popped into his hand.

And mornings like these. He’d already had the privilege of waking up next to you, and now you just walked around his home, wearing his clothes, making him breakfast— the words popped into his head.

“Suguru? You alright?” The sound of your soft chuckle brought his attention back to you.

“I love you.”

Unable to peer his eyes off you, he held his breath while impatiently waiting if you’d say the words back to him. The raging throbbing of his heart started to settle down when a genuine, caring smile met him.

“I love you, too.” You said it so casually, as it was as normal as breathing to you.

You knew Suguru. Overall, he was a harmonious person who rarely let the stress and worry of a situation take over him. So when a situation was stressful enough to even make Suguru jitter with nerves, you wanted to be the person to help him ground himself again.

And he was forever thankful. This was the best possible response, that actually loving each other was nothing to wonder about. “So, are you meeting Satoru?” Changing the subject completely, turning back to the food in front of you.

Just as you were about to yet again request an answer, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as he hugged you into him as tight as he could. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, he placed a sweet kiss which sent shivers throughout your body.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice just tickling you ever so slightly. His breath had gone back to a normal pace.

“Always, baby,” lifting you hand up to stroke his cheek. “But really, are you hanging out with Satoru today or not?”

It earned you a muffled chuckle before he lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. “No, not anymore, I’m not.” He let out a relaxed breath before closing his eyes in content. “Staying in with you today.”

kento nanami

You would love it if you had a boyfriend who worked less and stayed home more, but then you wouldn’t be with Kento. It seemed like a small price to pay to be with the most perfect man to ever exist.

Too perfect almost, to the point it had made you wary in the start. When you had started out, he had been nothing short of a gentleman. You’d wondered when the facade would crack, proving to you that the handsome man that had pursued you was too good to be true. How would he disappoint you? Would he turn out to be a slob, would he only feed you a constant string of lies, or god forbid, would he cheat?

However, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, which you did not regret for a single second. Never had you met a man like Kento, someone who showed you nothing but respect and compassion. Someone who managed to cherish you like no one had ever done before, from the moment he woke up until the second he fell asleep. The guy didn’t even let the toilet seat stay up, if you could believe it.

The only downside was how demanding his job was, but even so, he did his very best to make up for his long hours. If he wasn’t at work, he went out of his way to spend his time with you. So on evenings he worked late, you could always expect him to call, his tired voice on the other side of the line.

“Hello, darling,” he’d sighed deeply. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” It never failed, always calling to make sure, even though the answer was always the same.

“Of course, baby. Can’t wait to see you.” The man even had his own key so he could come and go as he pleased. Initially, you’d given it to him so he could enter your apartment on the nights you had already gone to bed, without you having to come and unlock the door for him. Yet, he called every time.

But this time, you wanted to meet him when he came shuffling into your home. And twenty minutes later, while you were casually sitting on your couch watching tv, you heard the front door open. The familiar steps of your boyfriend came closer until a tired Kento appeared.

“Hi there,” you spoke softly, tilting your head at him.

“Hello,” he whispered before he leaned forward and placed a light peck on your lips.

“You okay?”

“Just tired.” He gave you a forced smile before he laid down on the couch, placing his head in your lap. Automatically, you started massaging his scalp which earned you a satisfied hum as you spotted how the corner of his lips curved upward just the tiniest bit.

“Wanna talk about it?” You barely noticed the weak shake of his head, because he was already about to fall asleep to the sound of your voice that sounded even more angelic now that he was exhausted. “Okay,” you whispered in response, letting your hand stroke his hair as you turned back to the tv.

A few minutes went by, just listening to how his breathing fell into a steady rhythm before he captured your attention by calling your name softly.

“I love you.”

Reactively, you drew a sharp breath out of pure shock, while Kento stayed perfectly still, his breathing just as calm as before.

Despite the fact that you’d been with him for quite some time now, and things were going really well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. When getting into this relationship, you’d known it would be a seriously committed one pretty much from the start, thinking of how established he was in all aspects of his life.

But that was your logic speaking, and love wasn’t supposed to be logical. If you only thought about how you felt, it was easy. Nothing had ever been easier than loving the man that made you feel so safe, in every way imaginable.

“I love you,” you whispered in response, before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. A satisfied smile painted his already gorgeous features, before you sensed he finally drifted asleep.

toji fushiguro

Physical intimacy had never been an issue in your relationship. That’s where it all started after all; meaningless sex. Somewhere along the line the relationship just sort of happened.

After yet another eventful night, Toji had spent the night for the first time. You’d laid in silence for half an hour after finishing before he had dared to snake his arm around your waist to pull you into a tight embrace, and that without a single ounce of struggle. The second you’d felt his body pressed up against yours, you’d felt an unfamiliar tingle fill you from top to toe. You were sure he could feel your heart beat with immense force against your chest, but he just chose not to say anything about it.

The next morning, you’d felt a slight twinge in your heart when you’d woken up to an empty bed. That was until you could smell bacon. Tiredly, you’d taken small steps into the kitchen, surprised to see Toji already up, cooking you breakfast.

“Morning,” he’d said, not looking at you, like it this was all a normal occurrence.

“Morning.” The word had barely made its way passed your lips, so in shock by the scene taking place in front of you. Without saying much more, he’d set the table and served the food. Neither of you mentioned the cuddling that had taken place, but that was the start of it all.

From that day, spending the night happened regularly. Not just that, but you started sharing pretty much every meal together, and just hanging out doing everyday, mundane stuff. It wasn’t just sex anymore. However, despite the fact that you introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, you felt like something was missing.

Toji wasn’t an emotional guy, and you struggled to get him to open up. What was worse, was how you could tell he had a past that troubled him, and you’d grown so desperately fond of him to the point where you wanted to be of help to him. Still, six months deep in the relationship, you hadn’t cracked the exterior yet but you stayed patient.

To make up for the lack of emotional depth, he definitely knew how to satisfy you physically. As right now, when he was snuggly placed deep between your legs, burying his dick deep into you with each thrust.

Nobody had known your body better than Toji, as he was well aware of how to pleasure every inch of you. It was also proven by how he hit just the right spot with every movement, rubbing against your sensitive clit on impact. With a need to have him as close to you as possible, feeling his warm skin against yours, you had your arms clung around him, nails digging into his back.

“Toji-“ you moaned like a plead for him, to which he easily obeyed. The sound of his name coming from your delicious lips, so desperate for him, is all he needed to go deeper and faster into your wet pussy.

“That’s right, baby,” his husky voice spoke as he pressed sloppy kisses on your neck in between his rhythmic thrusts. “Taking it so good.”

One of your hands slide to the back of his head, your fingers running through his dark hair. Just as he thrusts into you one more time, hitting that sweet, sweet spot, you can’t help but tug at his hair causing a groan of pleasure to escape him. Biting back the whines bubbling up inside you, you knew you were close.

Suddenly, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, still not breaking his steady pace of shoving his dick between your tight walls.

“Hngh— I love you,” he breathed, making you open your eyes to meet his intense, but loving gaze. Had he just said that?

The hand that was previously in his hair, found its way to his flushed cheek, bringing his head to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you, too,” you force out in between your moans, grazing your lips against his.

He doesn’t hold back, crashing his lips into yours in a rich and passionate kiss. He began to rock his hips in a slower pace, but it felt different. Every thrust, every movement, every touch was so much deeper now— emotional. Quietly, he muffled those three words into the kiss once again, you hand still on his face in order to keep him as close as possible.

So many times you’d wanted to utter the words, too scared that it wouldn’t have been reciprocated. But finally, he had been the one to confess first and it had been nothing less than beautiful.

ryomen sukuna

“No, fuck you, Sukuna!” You shouted at him before storming down the dimly lit street. You wanted to get as far away from that party, from that atmosphere, and him as humanly possible.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that,” he groaned in frustration. He stayed a safe, but consistent, six feet behind you.

“Like what, exactly?” You waved your hands around, needing to put your anger somewhere that wasn't a fist to his face.

“Like a-“ you snap around immediately, shutting him up before he could finish the statement.

“Say ‘like a bitch’ and I swear, you’ll regret it!” He stifled the amused grin about to form on his face at the sight of you, practically having smoke blow out of your ears. Even he knew it wasn’t the time to joke around.

You hated how he stood so casually. Unlike you, his shoulders were rested, hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket and his head slightly tilted, looking down on you with just the tiniest frown on his eyebrows.

“You humiliated me.” Your voice is low now, finally letting the disappointment shine through the anger.

“I couldn’t just let him flirt with you like that. You're my girl.”

“Not for long if you keep it up like this.” He instantly rolled his eyes at you, his own frustration starting to build up as the memories of that asshole hitting on you came flooding back.

“This is ridiculous,” he sighed, taking a few steps forward to get closer to you.

“No, I have every reason to be upset! You pounced on the guy. I’m pretty sure you damn near broke his jaw!”

Rolling his neck, he tried to remain calm. The face of the random guy flashed behind his closed eyes, lust in his eyes as he was looking down on you with a satisfied grin.

“What was I supposed to do? Huh? Let him have his way with you? Take you to bed? Fuck you?” He was slipping, his voice raising to match yours.

“You’re not serious right now?” You huffed the hypothetical question. “How about you trust me, your girlfriend, that I'm able to defend herself against sleazes like him!” The anger was taking control of your body, making you take a few steps closer to Sukuna as well, in hopes it might get your point across.

“He didn’t even back off when I tried to be civil at first!”

“Civil? You call threatening his life civil?”

You felt like tearing your hair out in nuisance. Just the fact that you had to argue with your boyfriend on the matter that he was so clearly in the wrong had you seeing red.

“When that didn’t work, I had no other choice!” You couldn’t care less by the fact that you were having a very public shouting match just a stone’s throw away from the party you’d just left.

“No other choice?! Are you hearing yourself?”

“Are you? You’re really expecting me to stand by when I see that shit?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what,” you breathed as you slowly began to back away from him, holding your hands up in defence. “You can stay at your own place tonight.”

Before you managed to turn around, he grabbed your arm to keep you looking at him. “Like hell I am!” He snapped.

“Let go off me,” you said through gritted teeth.

The look in his eyes told you he knew better than to keep his clutch on you. But he didn’t keep his mouth shut. “I won’t apologise for stopping that fucker from even thinking of you in that way.”

“Why not? Because I genuinely believe I deserve one?” You shouted at him.

“Because I love you,” he shouted back just as loud.

You couldn’t help but to scoff at him, a sad expression falling on your face. “That’s not funny, ‘Kuna.” Your voice was quiet now, doing your very best not to let it crack, but you could already feel your chin had started to quiver.

“I’m not,” he spoke calmly with a slight raise of his eyebrows in an attempt to make you believe his words were genuine.

You liked your lips, still using all the power in you not to break in front of him. At some point during your relationship, you’d both become achingly aware of your feelings for him despite not having said those three little words.

It always appeared, both to you and to everyone looking from the outside, that the relationship was a lot more intense and real for you than it was for him. So if he said those words just to shut you up and win the argument, you could never forgive him.

You took a deep breath in through the nose before exhaling in a desperate attempt to calm your uncontrollable emotions before talking. “If this is one of your sick jokes, we’re done!”

He sported one of his idiotic smirks and you wanted to wipe it off immediately as he slowly walked up to you so he could reach you. The throbbing of your heart could probably be heard from blocks away as your willpower finally broke, letting the tears fall.

A sob slipped out of you when he spoke your name softly, making you believe his words. His usually rough hands, snuck their way to capture your jaw with a tender grip. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered in return.

choso kamo

I’ll never be good enough for her.

Choso had lost count of how many times that damned thought ran through his mind, but he just couldn’t help it. Looking at you, no one would ever think you could even settle for someone like him.

Your heart was pure and kind, always looking out for those around you whether you knew them or not. Where he fell short in sense of socialising, you always managed to step up and make the most out of every situation. But despite a gentle soul, you were firm in what you believed in, which meant you did not tolerate bullshit, to which he admired greatly.

And to top it all off, you were drop dead gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking, blessed by all the mightier powers that might exist. There was no doubt you could have absolutely anyone you wanted, so why were you with him? He wasn’t anything special.

“Cho?” Your voice snapped him out of his spiral, staring at your kind face which flashed him a small smile of worry. “You okay? You barely touched your food.”

With a small shake of the head, he tried to shudder his insecurities off and be with you in the present. “Yeah, no, just not very hungry, I guess,” he stumbled over his words, picking at the food in front of him with his fork.

“You wanna go somewhere else?” You shrugged casually, before taking your own bite of your food.

Just as he was about to answer, you were disturbed by a tall person approaching the table. Both of you turning to look at the guy standing at the table, gawking down on you with a confident grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Hey,” it chimed deeply from the handsome guy, laced with seduction. Looking back at you, Choso could already see the irritation build up. “You looked all disappointed from where I was sitting. How about I save you from this miserable date?”

Choso’s defense got repressed in his throat at the sheer disbelief of the situation. He’d been unfortunate enough to witness people flirting with you, but no one had ever been so shameless to interrupt like this when he was sitting right there.

With a polite, but very clearly forced chuckle, you opened your mouth to speak. “Uhm, no thanks, this is my boyfriend.” The stranger turned to look at Choso, who pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Please,” he dragged on. “I can make you happier than this guy.”

“I don’t think you could.” Your words were clearly getting more and more aggressive, but your tone stayed polite— for now.

Under the table, Choso felt you stretch out your leg so you’d be able to touch him in one way or another. It always brought you comfort, even if just the tiniest inch of him was in contact with you.

“Why don’t you just give me your number?” He still had that insufferable grin smeared on his face. Choso wished so deeply he could be able to just knock him out, or anything, but he was frozen in his seat.

“Look, I’m not interested.” You were slipping, Choso noticed.

“Come on. Pretty thing like you deserves-“

“Hey,” you shot in, shutting the stranger up immediately. Your voice was strong and steady, but there was a new sensation to it, as if was laced with venom “I am here with my boyfriend, who I’m in love with, okay?” What? “No no-good loser, who didn’t get enough attention as a child so they have to harass strangers in public, could even stand a chance. So walk along!” You shooed him off.

With a displeased scoff, he turned to walk away, reluctantly accepting his defeat. Turning back to look at Choso, your anger immediately evaporated at the sight of your loving boyfriend. Who, by the way, was staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Can you believe that guy? Let’s go somewhere else,” you said unconcerned as you started to pack your things. You stopped in your rushed tracks when Choso spoke your name in utter surprise.

“The thing that you said-“ was all he had to say for the heat to rush to your face, immediately starting to avoid his eyes. Oh, his gorgeous eyes that were staring holes into you right now.

“Picked up on that, did you?” you said with an awkward laugh. There hadn’t been many instances where Choso had seen you speechless like now, fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater.

Choso could have died right there and then, and he would have died truly happy. It was like the confirmation he had needed.

He blinked away the shock to reach his hand across the table to intertwine his fingers with yours. “I love you, too.” Finally finding the courage within you again, you locked eyes with him, letting out a deep breath of relief.

“Would have been kind of awkward if you didn’t,” you joked off, earning you the most wonderful sound of his laugh. “I love you,” you said for real this time.

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a/n so this is a little different but i was listening to an instrumental version of cigarettes after sex's apocolypse and so many of these scenarios just came popping into my head. might do a pt. 2. going away for five days now so probably wont be writing ALSO, i am not a smut writer so sorry for the bad writing there lol

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[lupinmoonlight]

I was wondering, when you get the time if you could do a birthday thing with Remus where it starts off all cutesy and fun during the day and gets sexual in the evening, or something like that. Maybe the date could be Dec 6th or take place in December?? I kind of rambled sorry. I hope you have a good day!!

Patience is a Virtue

Masterlist AO3

Summary - It's your birthday and after a date in Hogsmeade, Professor Lupin goes down on you (1,978 words).

Warnings - Oral sex, kissing, fluff, smut, cheesy fluff, unprotected sex, my grammar, not proof-read.

Notes - It's my birthday so I decided to write this request. I'm also half-asleep and only have 4 hours of sleep left before i have to get up for university :') cheers

It was a cold winter day, the kind of cold that bit at your cheeks and made the snow crunch under your feet. Your hand was securely tucked into Remus', each breath you took materializing as a small cloud before dissipating into the crips air of the Scottish Highlands. Hogsmeade was just a short walk away, and you could already see the rising smoke from the chimneys of the snow covered houses and shops. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a warmer celebration? We could apparate to Spain, have a paella by the beach," he teased. 

Laughing, you squeezed his hand. "And miss a birthday walk to Hogsmeade with you? Never. Besides, I'm looking forward to that cinnamon latte at Madam Puddifoot's" you replied. 

Remus smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glanced down at you. "Well, anything for the birthday girl," he said. You knew Madam Puddifoot's wasn't Remus' favourite. It was too pink, too tacky, too much, but you loved it and it was your birthday and so he went. 

As you approached the village, you took in the scent of fresh pastries emanating from the shop with their frosty windows. Children ran past you, laughing and throwing snowballs. It was perfect. He was perfect. 

You turned your face to look at him, admiring the way the winter sun caught the edges of his slightly greying hair and the gentle lines around his eyes. Feeling your gaze, he looked down, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that made you absolutely melt. 

"Enjoying the view?" he asked playfully. 

"Yes, Professor," you giggled, the title coming out teasingly. 

Remus chuckled warmly. "You must stop being so adorable- it's hard to resist not kissing you right here," he quipped as he reached to tuck a loose strand of your hair back into your scarf. 

"Why resist, Professor?" you whispered back, standing on your tiptoes, pulling him closer by his coat. 

With a mock sigh of surrender, Remus leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. 

Hand in hand, you continued your walk into Hogsmeade. The village was charmingly festive and buzzing with excitement for the coming holidays. You soon found yourselves in front of Madam Puddifoot's tea shop. The place was bustling with chatter and filled with a slightly over-the-top array of pink decorations and floating candles that flickered softly above your heads. 

Remus guided you to a secluded table, helping you off with your coat before pulling out your chair. He waited until you were comfortably settled and made his way to the counter, only to return shortly with a tray bearing two steaming cups of cinnamon lattes and a plate of pastries.

His gaze lingered lovingly on you as you took a sip. Your cheeks were still pink from the cold and your eyes were sparkling with the joy of the day that he had made so special. "You're beautiful," he murmured, almost without thinking, keeping his voice low enough so only you could hear. 

You looked up from your cup, not brave enough to set it down and expose the blush that was threatening to intensify under his gaze. After a moment, Remus slid his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box, placing it gently on the table. "For you," he said softly. 

Your eyes lit up with curiosity and delight. "Remus, what is this?" you asked as you untied the ribbon and opened the box to reveal a delicate gold necklace with a beautifully crafted moon as a pendant- a symbol so deeply personal to him. 

"It's just...I always want to be with you, even when I'm not there. This way, a part of me always will be," he explained, his eyes never leaving your face. 

"It's beautiful," you whispered, lifting it out and holding it towards him. "Would you...?" 

With a nod, he stood, moving to your side to fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed your skin, sending a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. Once secured, he leaned down, kissing the top of your head softly, whispering, "Perfect."

Sitting back down, Remus reached into another pocket and produced a slightly larger package. "There's more," he added. 

As you unwrapped the second gift, you found a luxurious quill, alongside a well-bound book on advanced potion-making, and a selection of your favourite teas. 

"Remus, how did you...these are perfect!" 

"I'm glad you think so. I love seeing you this happy." 

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After running a few errands, you and Remus returned to the quaint warmth of your cottage. It smelled of lavender  mixed with the earthy scent of the woodsmoke from the fireplace. It smelled home. 

You began unpacking in the kitchen, lining up a few ingredients for a simple dinner and setting aside the new teas beside the kettle. The house was quiet, save for the quiet crackle of the fire and the occasional clink of a jar finding its place on the shelf. 

Remus watched you for a moment, leaning against the doorway, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of your figure. He walked quietly behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You let out a small, surprised gasp, a smile curving your lips as you leaned back into him. 

"Did you get everything you needed?" he murmured. 

"Mmm," you hummed, feeling the warmth or his body seeping into your back. 

Remus leaned down, his lips brushing the skin of your neck, placing tender kisses that made you shiver delightfully. "You smell like cinnamon and winter," he whispered, inhaling deeply as if trying to imprint your essence in his memory. His hold tightened, one of his hands tracing a path up to caress the line of your jaw. 

You tilted your head to give him better access, your eyes closing in delight. "Remus," you breathed out. 

He responded with a low hum. "I can't seem to get enough of you," he murmured, his lips tracing a path up to your ear, nibbling gently. "Like a man starved." 

You turned within his armed, facing him, your hands sliding up to circle around his neck. "You have me. All of me," you said, pressing your body closer to his. You could feel his growing arousal through your layers of clothing, pressing insistently against you. 

His eyes darkened, "Oh, I do intend to have you," he replied before scooping you up effortlessly. A spontaneous giggle escaped you as your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist and your arms draped around his neck, allowing him to navigate through the cottage to your bedroom. 

The door swung open, and he crossed the room to lay you down on the bed. Standing back, he looked down at you with an intensity that made you squirm. You sat up, reaching out toward him, craving his touch. 

Remus shook his head, a playful yet firm "No," escaping his lips. He raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing, "Now, now, where are your manners, young lady?" 

Your response was an exaggerated pout, your eyes meeting his in a silent challenge. You never wanted to give in so easily, but the man before you made you quite literally fold. Despite your short-lived attempt to brat him, his presence commanded the room, and you were momentarily stunned by it. 

Remus chuckled softly. "I'll give you what you want," he assured you, "but you need to be patient. Good girls are patient." 

Patient? That word simply wasn't part of your vocabulary. You tried again to reach for him, your hands stretching out, seeking him. But in a swift movement, you were pushed back onto the bed, your hands pinned above your head as he hovered above you. 

"And what did we just learn about patience?" he teased. 

Your breath caught, your mind going blank. "T-that it's supposed to be...rewarding?" you stammered. 

"Very good," Remus smiled, leaning closer so that his lips nearly brushed against yours. He began removing your clothes, each movement calculated and slow, torturously so, laving you increasingly exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. 

Finally bared to him, Remus began to kiss your skin softly, each kiss lingering a little longer than the last. Every so often, he left a gentle mark, a love bite that spoke of possession, love, adoration. His way of saying you belonged to him.

He slowly, agonizingly slowly, made his way down to your most sensitive area, his breath teasing you. 

"Remus, please," you whispered. "I can't take it anymore. Please." 

"Shh," he soothed, his breath teasing you again as he spoke. "I've got you." 

You gasped as your felt his tongue tease at your clit, your hips bucking up involuntarily. He swiftly pinned you back down and pulled back. 

"Ah, ah, ah," he said, "it seems someone is forgetting the rules. Patience, my love, is a virtue." 

"But Remus- Ah..." you moaned as he used his fingers to spread you open and allow for better access. The tip of his tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, and a finger was teasing at your entrance. 

"Remus..." you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You felt his lips curl into a smile against you. He trailed his tongue down to your entrance, poking at it, exploring, tasting, savouring, and pushed in. His finger worked your clit gently, barely touching it. 

Your hips bucked again, and this time he allowed it. He hummed against you and began to slide his tongue in and out while simultaneously rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body was tensing now, your back arching as the pleasure began to build. 

Your legs were spread wide, shamelessly, your hips thrusting upward to meet his movements. But Remus is patient. And Remus knows what he is doing. His finger brushes against your clit more firmly, yet not enough. It's teasing, tormenting, and making you yearn for his touch even more. 

"Remus...Remus Please." Your voice is breathless, your hands clenched tightly into the blankets. 

Remus grins against your skin. He has you exactly where he wants you. He uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit, then flicking over it quickly before retreating. A finger teases your entrance before venturing inside as he increases the pressure of his tongue. You cry out, your body tightening as your climax nears. 

With one last flick of his tongue, he pushes you over the edge, your body shuddering as your orgasm rips through you. You breath hitches, your back arching off the bed as you try to hold onto consciousness. 

Before you could even form a thought, Remus' clothes had vanished, and he was pushing your legs apart with a growl, his length pressing insistently against your core. He was hungry, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly entered you. 

"You feel so good," he breathed. Your eyes fluttered close as he began to thrust inside you. Slowly. Lovingly. He leaned in to capture your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him. You moaned into the kiss as he buried himself fully within your warmth. 

He groans as he feels your tight, wet heat around him, and his movement become more urgent, his body rocking against yours with increasing speed. 

"Don't stop Remus..." you moaned as you felt your second orgasm begin to crest. 

He picked up the pace, gripping your waist with a bruising force and slamming into you, his movements bordering desperation. 

You clenched around him, moaning his name as you reached your peak again. The sensation made him growl, and his body tensed as he spilled within you, his movements finally slowing down. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding against your chest. 

"Happy birthday, beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "I told you, patience is a virtue." 

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #professor remus lupin #professor remus lupin x reader #hp smut

[misslovasstuff]

Forgetting is a form of freedom.

Pudding erasing the kiss memory from the mind of the man she loves, grants him freedom. It hurts because as a girl, I’d probably prefer to hear some lovely words after, perhaps a hug or even a smile? Pudding probably would too, she would love to have herself wrapped in his arms and feeling reassured and loved. She would love having her feelings reciprocated, perhaps getting out of whole cake island and leave her toxic mother to start a new life with Sanji. Goodness, she probably dreams about that day and right there, in that moment, that dream was right in front of her. There is Sanji, the gentleman like no other she has met before. A kind, genuine and strong man that crumbled all her defenses and high walls built brick by brick over time, completely destroyed them with a glimpse of genuine expression of love and admiration. It takes her aback of course because hello?? How dare you Sanji, the man she was going to kill, forgive everything and not once consider throwing the disrespect back at her? How do you, Sanji, see up close what she hides even from herself, you see that monstrous eye and call it beautiful? And how dare you, Sanji, to appear in her life and leave it so fast, and when you leave, a part of hers leaves with you…

Oh my goodness guys please tell me you understand how important this is. Imagine you fall in love and have the chance of a lifetime to leave your toxic household BUT… damn the fact that you love that man too much …you love him too much to restrain him anyway, take away the freedom he already has, the freedom you dream of. You love him too much to take advantage, and also there is no will in you to ask for such a thing when you just pointed a gun at him.

What would happen if Sanji knew about Pudding’s true feelings then? Well, many people say many things: Some agreeing that Sanji would refuse to leave without her, some saying he would get back to get her and so on and so forth… but what I wanna emphasise is the absolute, fantastic, wonderful and so powerful act of love that Pudding did to keep her love to herself and save the man that she loves from the responsibility and all the emotions and confusion that would come after that kiss, especially when there was so little time to explain and talk about it (horrible timing really) and when in reality, nothing bounds Sanji to that place anymore and perhaps because of Pudding’s self esteem issues, a part of her was a bit afraid of rejection? Or perhaps more than rejection it is of hoping that Sanji would sacrifice to be with her, and that thought terrifies Pudding for many reasons. First she probably thinks she’s not worth that and second, she sees how important the crew and the freedom that comes with it is. That is only more important when we know that Pudding already has inspirations since her sister Lola also set out to sea to find her true love…

AND PUDDING SAID SHE HOPED SHE COULD DO THE SAME THING AND SHE COULD BUT SHE DIDINT CAUSE SHE LOVES SANJI SO SELFLESSY AND ITS SO PURE

sorry this is random rambling but Pudding’s feelings about Sanji really hit home I guess for a lot of us and it’s just so beautifully portrayed I really struggle to find the words. In addition, Pudding and Sanji both being the type to love so selflessy and knowing each other best even with such little time is just mwah

#one piece #sanji #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji x pudding #pudding one piece #charlotte pudding #whole cake spoilers #whole cake island #whole cake arc

[fallow-grove]

"autism will ruin your marriage" but taken to a different conclusion. autism so sexy ur spouse cant stop makin eyes at me. autism so charming bitches cant resist the way i posture like a wild animal

#im doing the mental equivalent of facepalming at myself right now but I Said What I Said #like what else am i supposed to think that means #too many people talking about autistic children 'causing divorce' not enough people talking about autistic adults 😏causing divorce💅 #(i am of course joking but also it Would be funny to at least mix up the harmful stereotypes just a smidge) #(we barely have agency in their narrative come on at least let us be the ones MANUFACTURING the vaccines to propagate our kind or some shit #(being victim all the time is boring!!!) #tag ramble #fallow buzzes #nonsense #autism #actually autistic #ableism #autism speaks

[iraprince]

Hiii, i love your stuff and kinda from a distance really look up at you for, in my perception, being able to express yourself without giving a fuck. Thats sick dude, Im so so afraid, of absolutely everything, its nice to think like i might grow into someone less apologetic of my existence. Nice to see people just being yknow

hey, thank you, this is really really nice. the secret that is probably not a secret is that i am also deeply afraid a lot of the time lmao -- but less than i used to be, and in ways that feel less stifling and self-suffocating, if that makes sense.

like, it used to be "i'm scared that if i express myself the way i want to, everyone will find me obnoxious, so let's just sand those edges down to be safe" -- now my fears are more like "now that i'm expressing myself in a way that feels natural and real, i'm afraid that it's all stupid/vapid/not worthwhile or meaningful" (<- specifically abt my art) or "i'm happy that i talk and act the way i want to now, but what if it makes me impossible to befriend," etc etc etc. which still feels bad and puts me in a funk a lot of the time but at least it's a fear that comes After/in reaction to doing stuff, rather than a fear that STOPS me from doing stuff, you know? like, it's evolved into a kind of fear that's less in my way.

anyway. i believe you'll experience something like this, because wanting to grow is the first step of growing. the fact that u hope or wish for something different means you're already on your way. to fewer fucks!! or at least distributing the fucks u give in a way that serves u better

#stuff like accepting that i'm reserved and i'm not very accessible via messages. #or that my online tone isn't very bubbly and it's weird and uncomfortable to force it. #i stop letting fears about that shape my behavior ('i'll look mean or snotty so let's force markers of Friendliness to avoid that!!') - #- and instead act the way i want to and then trade it in for new fears that come After the action. #also a good reminder to give urself is that if ur fear is abt how other ppl perceive u (as 90% of mine is personally) #u really... can't actually control that. and being very very anxious abt it all the time is usually ur brain throwing a tantrum abt not-- #--having that control. bc it is understandably very scary that u don't have that control #as much as it sucks + is terrifying the truth is the only thing u can do is ask urself 'am i behaving in a way that i'm proud of' #'am i behaving in a way that's in alignment w my values + what i think is important' #bc if the answer to that is yes and somebody hates u or is deeply offended by ur existence anyway. well. literally not ur problem #but obv being at peace w that is way way easier said than done + requires tons of practice and will take. probably. years. which is fine #i am stuck with myself. i can either contort myself forever trying to be someone everyone will like and find totally nonthreatening and- #inoffensive and in the process exhaust myself totally and never feel safe or natural myself. OR #i can say okay. so i am a kind of prickly guy with stern and drab speech patterns and close to no social energy. and i think i can still be #-sexy and fun this way. and it is up to other ppl to figure out if they can agree w me on that #ANYWAY enough rambling for now. just another one of those things i think abt a lot so i have a lot of ready-made sentences abt it in mind

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the problem is that I had beef with Timmy Cabernet for like two years because he got cast as Laurie and just did not match my idea of what Laurie Lawrence should look like but the truth is that the guy is actually a very good actor and despite the many issues with Little Women 2019 (which, for the record, I did enjoy. sorry mutuals) he was a surprisingly decent Laurie, so I can't stay annoyed by him very well, can I?

#what kind of guy gets critical acclaim for multiple INCREDIBLY high grossing and popular films and then decides to do. Wonka. #I haven't seen that yet but my sister said it was really fun and I'd like it. but that feels like commitment to some secret bit and #ngl? I have to respect it #also I realized halfway through Dune 2 that holy shit this casting is perfect. so much casting of families are like. they do not #look related smh. but holy crap he really does look like oscar isaac's kid. wow. #sorry for swearing it was just A Ligjtbulb Moment in the theater the other night lol #Lu rambles

[lucy-ghoul]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

#it's ridiculous. this ship is... stupidly cliché. like if you know fandoms at all #you could easily guess why people would be into it. hello?? have you tried to watch tfa without your hate-on-kyle-ron goggles? #did you watch their scenes together? you don't have to like something to recognize the hints #hell. at the time i didn't really like jonerys but i realized they were going to be a thing when i read agot in 2011 #like folks. it's been nearly TEN LONG YEARS. let it go. LET IT FUCKING GOOOO #and for the lucy/cooper shippers out there who think reylos are (again) delusional when they compare the two ships: #no. *you* are being delusional only because you think reylo is unsexy and uncool (which is your right to think btw. obv) #if you can't see why someone would like both of these pairings for similar reasons... idk what to say honestly #people compared it to hannigram... honestly. again i see why they would appeal to anyone who's into both ships #i really do. but... unpopular opinion (since i'm more of a clannibal fan than i could ever be of reylo): #they are more similar to reylo than will/hannibal. there i said it #i'm not talking about the writing (admittedly the quality of it was questionable). i'm talking about tropes #never mind that imo the ghoul is more akin to vader than kylo but whatever #hannibal is an unapologetic kind of villain. he's not gonna have a redemption arc and that's okay #cooper is an antivillain who used to be a good man and became a disfigured cruel bastard. a parody of himself #lucy is him. him before the bombs dropped before he discovered the person he trusted the most wanted to commit genocide #nice. moral. polite. infused with the Good Old American Values™. he's basically her dark side #all of this is very hannigram/clannibal. i'm not denying it at all #but what'll likely happen is that lucy's actions will have a positive influence on the ghoul and remind him of what it means to be a man #and that's way more reylo-like. sorry. #beauty&thebeast/villain with some hidden good in him+morally righteous heroine/enemies to lovers etc. #i mean. hello??..... having said that. i'm not so much of a reylo shipper anymore and tbh never was. i really liked it at the time #but i was never fond of the st era. my fav characters are vader and leia and revan from the old eu. just saying #*and* it's also not impossible lucy gets darker with the ghoul as her traveling companion. in fact i wouldn't dislike it at all #if done well i mean #but i would still like for people to be intellectually honest and less puerile. god knows i have my notps #but i really don't give a fuck about the shippers. good for them i guess? i have better taste lmao but that's heavily subjective #val rambles in the tags #val speaks #txt

[timeisacephalopod]

The type of Christian who asks atheists how they don't like, murder people on the reg are so funny to me because they seem to think their religion makes them the Peak of Morality when statements like "if you don't believe in God how comes you don't do X thing" all but outright state they have no idea why shit like murder and rape is bad except that God doesn't like it lmao. Like way to admit you have no intrinsic sense of morality and need to be afraid of a higher power to be a decent person, but I promise if you're not a piece of shit it's actually very natural not to want to do heinous evil shit all the time potential punishment from a higher power or not 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#winters ramblings #seriously its SO funny when that happens because every time its like ??? the FUCK kind of thoughts do you have #to ask HOW i resist doing evil shit all the time because i dont fear god because i dont believe in God?? #what kind of fucked up person do you haveto be to only resist killing people because of fear of a higher power?? #these are people to avoid because typically they also come with the issue of using their religion to make any action they want #perfectly Good and Moral because GOD said it its in the BIBLE whether thats true or not and like bible or no #if you have no intrinsic sense of morality i dont want to hear about atheist morality from you lmao #not that athiests lack issues i swear to god white dudes who evangelize atheism like its their new religion #have WILDLY missed the point and often suffer the same problem as the aforementioned Christians #wherein the onky thing thats ever given them any kind of pushback is the church so they decide RELIGION is horrible and bad as a whole #which isnt true religion can be a perfectly lovely amazing thing for people but that brand of atheist #doesnt seem to understand that people turned away from the church because of wide spread abuse and discrimination not because #believing in god makes you literally mentally ill like some of these fuckos act like. abelist AND shite to religious folks in one fowl swoop #so you know atheists have problems too but like they arent making laws in their beliefs images across the world so you know #temper the criticism with how influential the group actually is although richard dawkins types DID get a lot of space to spew their idiocy #like dawkims if you think youre SOOOO much smarter than christians how come you have ALL the same misogyny problems?? #youre not that smart and logical if youve decided a whole kind of person is inherently less than you buddy. in fact thats very Christian #of him actually. funny when that happens but again if you dont actually know WHY something is a problem #its very easy to say Thats Bad and then literally do the exact same thing you just condemned because when YOU do it its no longer bad #because its got YOUR flavor of fucked up morality on it now instead of being like hmm maybe Christianity isnt a problem #because it EXISTS but because a lot of people use their religion as a pointed barb to discriminate against huge swaths of people #and often the intolerance becomes a legal issue when Christians and other religious majorities shove through laws based on EXCLUSIVELY their #religions and opinions and that doesnt mean religion should be dismantled it means we ahould tell religious folk who would know what #morality was if it fucked them up the ass to shut up and figure out what morality is outside of rekigion before they start legislating about #it and whatnot. also i wish extreme opinions werent ALL the news focused on exclusively on the political right #can we platform some NORMAL well adjusted christians who are god loving AND not a bunch of wingnuts #who are two steps away from arguing thou shall not kill only applies to people they LIKE because they dont seem to understand #maybe murder is bad when EVERYONE does it not just The Bad People??!?!