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cashmoneyyysstuff · 6 months

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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

#just a silly little thing i wrote in record time in the bus #i love him sm yall dont get him like i do #just silly boyfriend katsuki tingz #him n my oc r childhood friends in my canon so thats why i made this #i love my boyfriend #I didn’t know how to end this one either #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x oc

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joelscruff · 1 year

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name (javier peña/reader)

woke up with this idea in my head and had to write it. it's just a short little thing but hopefully the javi stans like it ~~ rating: 18+ explicit (mdni) warnings: smut, doggystyle, dirty talk word count: 628 (this is just a drabble)

You don't even know his name.

He's got you bent over the edge of his bed, the tips of his fingers pressed firmly into the soft skin of your hips. You're completely naked, laid out in front of him bare while he towers over you still fully clothed, his cock hanging heavy through the zipper of his jeans and pressed ever so gently against your wet core. And you can't remember his name.

All you can remember is that he's a DEA agent and that he'd offered to pay you for some information. You'd spoken to him briefly at the bar for about twenty minutes, told him what he needed to know, tried not to be too obvious as your eyes scanned the length of him in the booth. He was a lot older than you, had a mysterious but friendly quality that made you feel safe with him. He smoked during the whole conversation and you'd been drawn to the way his lips wrapped around the filter of his cigarette, the way his gaze dropped to your mouth every so often as you answered his line of questioning.

He'd slipped what you were owed beneath the table then placed his hand, solid and firm, on your thigh.

"How about you come home with me for a little bit?" he'd murmured, tilting his head and stubbing out his cigarette, eyes dark.

And now here you are, hands gripping the sheets in his bed tightly as you feel the wet tip of his cock at your entrance, silently seeking permission as he leans down and presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

"I d-don't remember your name," you gasp out as the head slips inside, wide and hot.

You feel him smile against your skin and he clicks his tongue, leaning back so he's standing over you, the end of his cock laying still inside your cunt.

"You don't remember my name," he echoes back, then slowly begins to slide his cock further inside you, long and thick.

Overwhelmed by his size, you bury your face in the fabric of his duvet, inhaling his masculine scent. You feel his hand on your back as he presses his palm flat against your spine, pushing you down further into the mattress.

"I've got my cock buried in your sweet little pussy and you don't know my name, huh?" he finds this funny, chuckling to himself as he continues to push inside.

"I f-forgot," you whimper, fisting the sheets.

He bottoms out then, his full length stilling inside of you. You moan at the fullness and release the material from your grip, upper body suddenly relaxing now that you've taken all he has to give you. He leans down again and kisses the tender spot behind your ear.

"My name is Javier," he whispers, "But you call me Javi when I'm fucking you good like this, yeah?"

You remember now, remember the way he shook your hand and told you what it was, but you'd been too distracted by how large his hand was compared to yours that you'd barely registered the name. Even then, in those first few seconds of meeting him, you somehow knew you'd end up in his bed.

"Please move," you whimper, shuffling back a bit and whining at the sensation of how stuffed you are with his cock, "Please."

"What's my name, baby?" he murmurs, hands gripping your waist as his thick fingers splay against your lower back, "Whose cock do you have deep inside this pretty pussy right now?"

"Javi," you breathe, closing your eyes.

"That's right," his hips suddenly snap back, cock leaving you completely before slamming back inside so deep that you see stars, "And Javi's gonna take care of you, baby."

#javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #pedro pascal fic #i wrote this so fast so i apologize if theres any mistakes and now im about to miss my bus lmao #*

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thurio-edau · 12 days

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EVERYONE OH MY GUCKING GOD WHAT THEBFUCK DOMEONE JUDT DENT THIS ON DISCORD ITS NEW OFFICULA ART OHNYFOD WHATTHE FUCK

AIDEN CULT I SUMMON THEE

IM DYINT LOOK AT MY BOY AND MY FIRL WHSYT HE HELK HEKP ME

#i bet tyler is the one who wrote “moron” on him #hes so smug why is he so smug #sbgblr #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #schoolbus graveyard #sbg #aiden clark #sbg aiden #sbg taylor #taylor hernandez

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tofuingho · 3 months

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I'm reading What If? by the guy from xkcd and one of the questions someone asked was about the probability of meeting your soulmate. The answer was basically: even if you factor out all of the people who would be too old or young for you,it'd be nearly impossible to meet your soulmate. Some people would manage it, but not most.

It got me thinking about all the different types of soulmate AUs fandoms have come up with. You can have a mark, words, eye meeting, eye colors, hair colors, names, a timer. You can even have a date and time.

Therefore I propose time travel shenanigans: soulmate edition.

Danny, on a mission from CW, accidentally meets his soulmate in the past/future. He can't stay and he can't take them with him to his time because wibbly wobbly timey whimey. (IDK? Maybe it'll cause something like when Rose Tyler went back in time and saved her dad's life then accidentally touched her infant self and time beasts came to eat everyone.)

Anyway, Danny returns to his proper time and is sad because he'll never see his soulmate again...

Until one day his soulmark changes.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #dpxdc #this could fit a lot of different pairings #but i was thinking #danny x bruce #danny x ras #danny x bart #i wrote this on the bus

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fuctacles · 10 months

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Unusual, but maybe not in a bad way

Eddie's shoes might look good, but they were never a good choice for summer rains. He kept forgetting that and letting the reality of his fashion choices hit him hard in the face. Or knees.

The bus had a moving plate in the middle that usually wasn't a problem but today wasn't usual. Today the rain was pouring and Eddie's phone was at 15% because he had been too lazy to plug it in before falling asleep. So today he had to switch seats to one next to a charging port and as he was making the short voyage, a few things aligned perfectly to make today unusual, and in a bad way.

The rotating plate was wet from the rain.

The soles of his shoes had no grip.

The bus turned left.

"Shit."

Eddie gathered himself off the wet floor, cursing his shoes, the weather, and the throbbing pain in his knee. Without looking up he fell heavily into the seat that was his destination, afraid of the amused stares he might catch. His dignity? Gone. His pants? Well, they were torn already anyway so one new hole didn't make much difference. His knee? Bleeding, apparently. As he rubbed his knees, one of his hands came out red. He groaned.

"Of fucking course." He just had to hit something sharp on the usually safe and relatively smooth surface.

When he was reaching to plug in his phone, someone grabbed the pipe just above the USB port. Eddie looked up and found a man looking down at him. He also realized the golden frames of his glasses complimented his hazelnut eyes beautifully.

"You should clean this up," the man said instead of making fun of him or asking if he was okay. No, he was holding out a packet of wet wipes like some kind of saint.

Eddie hesitated for a moment but while his dignity might be gone, the gorgeous man in front of him wasn't. He took the offered wipe.

"Thanks," he murmured, wiping the cut and the surrounding skin, cleaning off sand and blood.

The man dropped a backpack on the vacant seat next to him. Eddie eyed the pins attached to it; a couple of dinosaurs, a Hufflepuff crest, ‘protect trans kids’, and… a bisexual flag. Score.

"Pirates, Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?"

"Huh?"

"Band-aid," the man clarified, shaking a small tin can he fished out of his backpack. "I work with kids," he added like it explained everything. Well, it kind of did. Upon opening, the tin revealed an assortment of colourful band-aids.

Eddie hummed in thought, considering his choices.

"Dinosaurs."

"Good choice," the man praised with a smile, probably the same one he showed to the kids. Was he a teacher? Because suddenly all the teacher-student porn scenarios gained a new appeal. Where skimpy pencil skirts didn’t work on Eddie, a soft green jumper just might, apparently.

The man handed him a dino band-aid, apparently expecting him to apply it himself. Well, of course. They were two strangers on a bus, after all.

Disappointed, he put it on the cut, missing the amused tilt of the teacher's lips.

"Do you need anything else? I have some candy; lollipops, gummies…" The man flipped through the contents of his bag.

"Gummies?" Eddie's interest was piqued.

"They have colourful fillings and a tiny dragon on each wrapper," he advertised, offering him a small baggie to choose from. Again, his tone reminded him of an adult talking to a kid. This shouldn't be working on him as well as it was.

"Can I have two?" he asked, looking up into these stunning brown eyes. The level difference was not helping. Has he not sat down on purpose? To tower over poor Eddie's tiny metal heart?

The man smiled as he took a quick conspiratorial look around.

"You can even have three, just don't tell my kids," he whispered

"I ain't a snitch!" he assured and picked up two green candies and an orange one. Because red flavours belonged in the trash.

Or apparently in the plush mouth of a handsome stranger, since he picked one of those for himself. Maybe Eddie didn't hate them that much, after all. He could make an exception. Especially if he could taste them the fun way.

"You sure you don't want a lollipop? Water? Extra band-aid?"

Eddie shook his head adamantly but had a nagging feeling the man was stalling. His gaze dropped to the flag badge, giving him an instant shot of courage.

"Your number?"

The soft teacher's smile turned sly, and he knew he took the right step. His metal heart thumped in his chest, the sound resonating against his ribs. What a fun feeling.

"Better hurry up, my stop is next."

Eddie nearly dropped his phone in his haste to put in the string of numbers.

"What do I…?" he asked when the empty ‘name’ box stared at him from the screen.

"Steve," the man offered, just in time for the bus to stop. The doors swung open, and he was gone, but while the physical distance between them grew, Eddie now had the comfort of having him in the palm of his hand, hidden behind a number.

>> Thanks for the candy! 🖤 - Eddie

[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]

#steddie #mine #yes i wrote it after slipping on the bus #literally on my phone that was charging on the usb port i fought for #but i was wearing yellow lego adidas shoes bc im not cool and edgy like Eddie #but in my experience doc martens and similar shitkickeresque shoes work just as badly on slippery surfaces so this is still valid #my lego shoes slap otherwise thank you very much #i did not meet hot teacher tho bc im not a hot metalhead #teacher steve harrington #steve harrington works with kids #meet cute #vaguely poland coded #the candies are the ones from wawel #i remember buying all my store had once and dousing them in vodka to eat on my bday

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aq2003 · 6 months

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really love how throughout a lot of smith and jones martha is really skeptical and apprehensive towards ten (+ one of my favorite exchanges between them - "what, people call you 'the doctor'?" "yeah?" "well, i'm not. far as i'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."), not taking everything he says at face value, even doubting the fact he's an alien until over halfway through the episode.. And like. i really truly think the thing that wins her over isn't him kissing her or any of the other insane mixed messages he manages to send, it's this scene here, where he /earns that title/ in her eyes:

(+ david's bit in the commentary, where he says: "[the doctor] has actually sacrificed himself, and - i would say, that that final act of selflessness is what finally, eventually, welds martha to him. [...] and she now returns it. she returns that act of selflessness.")

this is what their relationship is built on. it isn't about martha being the second-best replacement to rose or a rebound or whatever. bc it isn't really about rose. it's about doctor-in-training martha meeting someone (quite literally, "the doctor") whose ideals she aspires to, and doing her best to be the same person to him as he is to everyone else. it's about ten in return admiring her intelligence and inquisitiveness and how she cares for human life, recovering his compassion, letting himself lean on her for support - and then remembering at the most inopportune moments that he's supposed to not need anyone and be on his own forever. And around in their little nightmare loop they go where they save each other over and over until one of them breaks

i've seen ppl look at martha and go "why she does she admire/why is she so in love with ten if he acts like that to her?" or something along those lines and like. it's not just the fact she's in love with him (in fact i'd argue she actively tries to push it aside post-gridlock). it's the fact that she knows he's the kind of person to put everyone else's lives/well-being over his own. she trusts him to save her when she's in trouble even though it's been like two days at most that they've known one another bc she recognizes that same "deep all-encompassing drive to help others" in him. and she also recognizes, much much earlier than him, that he needs someone to save him, especially when he's unwilling to save himself. and yeah for a bit she thinks he returns her feelings and is just playing hard-to-get, but she realizes pretty early on that this probably isn't the case, and i think that realization fully solidifies here:

(this is when she's listening to ten talk abt gallifrey). And idk it might just be me but i think this expression isn't just her empathizing with his loss. it's also guilt, for wanting something from him that he's clearly unable to give when he's wracked with so much grief. (and you see it in the next episode, where tallulah asks if they're together and martha says for certain that they're not, and that he doesn't know about her feelings for him. she keeps everything to herself bc she now knows that when he shut her flirting down at the end of 3x01 it was the genuine reaction of someone who a) isn't interested and b) is scared of getting close with someone else again)

freema described their dynamic as "she's keener than him" and i think about this all the time. martha doesn't really take what ten throws at her. what she does instead is constantly poke holes in his already-failing front of "i will show someone the wonders of the universe so i can ignore what is wrong with me". what she does is stand up and fight him when he tries to go off on his own. what she does is put aside her well-being in favor of helping someone - just like what she saw him do for the people in the hospital when they first met. tldr, that's the doctor and his doctor and rip martha you would've loved who's gonna save u now by rina sawayama

#THIS ISNT ABOUT ROSE WE CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT WHITE GIRL FOR 1 SECOND. IDC #ALL SHE DOES W REGARDS TO MARTHA IS REMIND HER THAT TEN ISNT GOING TO FALL IN LOVE W HER.#ALL SHE DOES W REGARDS TO TEN IS REMIND HIM THAT EVERY TIME HE LOVES SOMEONE HES FATED TO LOSE THEM. WE CAN IGNORE HER PAST THIS. GBLESS #martha jones #tenth doctor #dr who #ten and martha #'theyre like a rebound' shooting you with my laser eyes sorry. martha says it when she still thinks he's taking her on dates #if he hadn't opened up about gallifrey she would've been totally fine w him taking her back home #and meanwhile ten is very unaware of any kind of romantic element until like the fuckinn. last possible moment lmfao #they are doctor and mentally unstable bus driver. Or perhaps grieving man (genderneutral) and their One (1) friend that has to support them #um idk what this post is. i wanted to pick apart martha's brain for a hot second.#edit:#it's not like 5 am and i'm reading these tags and they're a lot more mean than i meant to put them down as #Not changing them bc i already wrote so much it's out there in the world already sorry. just imagine i'm saying this all nicely #10 era

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scarletfish · 2 months

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the SECOND I saw this mf I was like "medicated andrew?!?!??!!"

(it's actually aiden clark from the web comic school bus graveyard. 10/10 would recommend I binged all available chapters in 2 days)

#this is going to be too niche #but please tell me someone else made this connection #new hyperfixation activated #there's only around 200 works on ao3??? sounds like a job for me (i say looking away from my 2 current aftg wips with deadlines)#sbg #school bus graveyard #aftg #andrew minyard #aiden clark #(....IF I wrote a crossover #which way should it go? Foxes surviving the sbg #or sbg gang college Exy AU?)

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riaki · 5 months

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knitted hearts | kento nanami x reader

pt.3 of christmas event! i wrote this for u genie ily 🤍 cw: established relationship, he (over)works at that financing company from before, two (2) petnames

the lights are still on.

that's the first thing kento immediately notices when he gets back; the office clocked him overtime, and so he's late. regrettably, again.

in the past, whenever that's happened, he'd have sent you a text beforehand and came home to a dark apartment; eaten something quick before getting into bed and slipping beneath the soft covers where your resting warmth melts away the stress of the day between his shoulders and his eyebrows.

tonight is different, it seems. the city buzzes with a quiet hum, light snowfall blanketing the roofs and muffling the sound. the holiday season is in full swing; normally, he wouldn't care to know. or remember. if not for the lame decorations around his workplace and the chocolate advent calendar you've been diligently (force) feeding him every night, he wouldn't've noticed at all.

he closes the door quietly behind him, careful not to make excess noise in case you're asleep as he slips his shoes off and hangs his jacket up. after all, you might've just been absentminded or tired, and forgot to switch the lights off. and you blame him for being lost to time.

it's quiet in the house; not dead silent, though. there's soft, ambient winter jazz flowing from somewhere in the house, and the faint sound of the fridge humming, paired with something that's baking in the oven. the scent of soft vanilla and orange settles gently over his shoulders, as if to welcome him home. his half finished coffee sits in a porcelain mug on the stained counter; you'd accidentally made too much for him, leaving you with a puddle of bitter caffeine that couldn't even be finished with your combined efforts. you'd promised him you would chug it over text, but clearly that didn't happen.

he's ready to go through the motions of a quiet night spent unwinding alone when he hears your voice— after endless hours of aching at a desk, clacking away on a mechanical keyboard in the dreariest environment imaginable, it soothes him like no vacation fantasy he's ever known.

"nami? is that you?" you called. your voice is coming from the shared bedroom; you sound tired, and kento can just imagine the sleepy look on your face. he's never been inclined to use the words 'cute' or 'pretty' to describe someone before, but if he had to choose, then he'd use them for you.

he walks down the length of the hallway, undoing his tie and gently tugging it off his neck as he reaches the threshold to your room. the air is warm and soft; it seems so much easier to breathe the closer you are. like the crushing weight of work he puts on his lungs dissipates into a cloud of melting frost.

"i'm home, sweetheart." he's surprised at how rough his own voice sounds; it's almost unfamiliar. he needs your rejuvenating touch; at least, that's what he decides the instant he sees you. you're sitting right in the middle of the mattress, something lumpy, tacky, red and green bundled up in your lap. with something between a sinking realization and a fluttering in his chest he recognizes it as the sweater you've been making for him. you're finishing it up, it seems, from the formerly-wide bundle of soft thread that's been reduced to a meek little crimson string on the white sheets.

it's one of your new interests. you seem to be taking up a lot of those, lately; kento feels as though it's his fault, for never having the time to take you out. yet you're always so patient despite his busy schedule, adjusting to portion out a chunk of time from your own just to accommodate for him. it's unfair, and so one night he vowed to do more for you over a glass of red wine and a fancy white table cloth, freshly cleaned and pressed. that was one of the rare times he'd been able to take you out like you really deserved. "and don't call me by my last name. you're allowed to use my given," he sighs, rather exasperated, but you both know there's only affection behind it.

you perk up, a bright look in your eyes that melts the last of the frost buried in his chest and beneath his eyes. he crosses the room to stand at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt a few to let himself breathe. and he doesn't miss the way your eyes linger, so he clears his throat, and you spring to action.

"i finished your sweater, ken. can you put it on?" you ask eagerly, and he's briefly reminded of a young boy with pink hair like raspberry chocolate and a golden retriever demeanor. a soft feeling pushes at the back of his heart, sending mushy gushiness through his veins at the sight.

you scoot close, holding it up for him to examine. in all honesty, it's not terrible; you get an A for effort, at the very least. the five reindeer look more like those urban folklore creatures, and the tree looks as though it could use seven more centuries under the sun-- but other than that, it's a perfect first try.

"i'd love to, darling, but i..." he doesn't get to finish, because you seem to wilt a little, and it already feels like that crushing burden over his diaphragm is back, but this time it's exceedingly and guiltily unpleasant, so he retracts his words.

"alright." he succumbs with a tired sigh, letting his eyes flutter shut and removing his glasses to rub the spot where the frame has been digging into his skin; normally you'd do it for him, but you're busy adjusting the fluffy pom poms (he didn't see those before) on the sweater's cuffs, so he does it himself.

he hears the tell tale shift of the soft bedding and he opens his eyes again, only to be met with a very expectant look on your face.

"put your hands up."

"...pardon?" a small amount of resistance to your antics is always present, at first. by now he knows you expect it. but this time, it may be much worse.

"you heard me! arms to the sky." he likes your laugh, a lot. it jingles like a gentle wind chime.

"i can put it on myself. i'm not a child," he says, a little cross, but you're undeterred. as per usual. not like he minds.

"please?"

kento doesn't particularly view himself as a man with a great many ambitious, or zealous ideals. still, he isn't a pushover and has a strong resolve. unfortunately for him (fortunately for you), when it comes to you, it doesn't take much for him to crumble. if you willed it, he'd get down at your feet.

with resignation, he kneels down on one leg, as if you're about to knight him. he waits patiently, holding his arms up, and he can practically feel your giddy smile.

soon enough, you're slipping it over his tangled blonde hair— with a little bit of effort and a lot of scratchy fabric. it's too big here and too tight there, hanging off his shoulders oddly and the sleeves are uneven. but it's cute, too-- in the way that a toddler's crayon doodles are endearing, so are your amateur efforts. what matters to him the most, is that you've handmade it for him.

nothing an industry company factory could achieve.

"so? how do you like it?" you prompt as you start to mess with the collar, pinching and pulling the fabric so that it suits his form appropriately. he doesn't ever remember you asking for his size, but you seem to know it anyway.

"it's warm," is his only input. he knows you'll complain— but it's fun to hear you whine.

you frown. "is that all?" there it is— a small, sweet little pout; the minute down tilt of your lips. your fingers dance over his collarbone as you pull the collar of his button up over the rim, and his breath hitches in his throat. kento wonders if you can feel his heartbeat or notice the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows.

before you— or he— knows it, he's pulling you down to sit on the knee that's still propped up, catching you by the rest and meeting you halfway to press a gentle kiss to your lips. he's met with a muffled sound of surprise that quickly melts into a laugh; he can feel you smile against his lips and he wants to devour it.

"so i take it you like it?" you whispered as you lean in, hands leaving the unwieldy sweater to thread through his hair, messing it up to your heart's content after he slicked it to the side. you taste sweet, like chocolate and caramel-- he must've missed the advent sweet for today.

his only response is a small hum— you can feel the vibration, so you chuckle again and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling away breathless from the kiss to knock your forehead against his, gazing into his eyes. there's an undeniable well of warmth behind your gorgeous irises; if he had the time, he'd get himself lost in them.

"good, because i have socks on the backburner and you'll be getting a scarf next."

whenever the lights are off, kento knows you've gone to bed already, without him. but he thinks he could get used to scratchy, hand-knit clothing if it means they'll always be on and waiting for him after a long day of dreaming in front of a desk, all about your smile.

not proofread my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

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Just went to a rodeo and all I can think about is 2 things: Cowgirl/horserider! Reader x Graves who just likes to go to the rodeo, or Cowgirl/horserider! Reader x Bullrider! Graves. Him being so unbelievably attracted to the way you maneuver your horse, and how easy it is for you to ride it (how he imagines you riding him instead of the horse). Graves staring at you while you have to wear those button-up shirts (two buttons unbuttoned at the top because it's hot) and tight jeans that fit your ass so nicely, thanking the lord for their dress code. But most importantly: riding him right before having to go out to the arena area, stuffed full with his seed deep inside you and still having to ride a horse while you're so so sore :((

RAAH I'M SO JEALOUS😭 I always wanted to go on a rodeo when I was a kid ;;

Graves who was a bullrider in his youth and is still doing it in-between deployments as a way to spend the time and he became instantly smitten with you when he first saw you, a fierce young thing who rides horses like you were born on one, your happy cries and the winning smile on your face when you won the competition made his heart stutter and he knew he was gone when your radiant smile turned to him, respectfully nodding your head before continuing on. Fuck.

Soon enough your relationship developed into something deeper and more, with Philip being much more motivated to go on the rodeos and ride the fierce bulls to show off as much as he can with the hopes you'll see him and cheer him on, and you do♡

He always gets so horny and downright desperate to have you whenever you're on, the way your hips sway and jerk, your strong legs clench and hold onto the bucking horse, Graves totally gets off on your strength and can't help but imagine you riding him as aggressively and dominating like that.

You can be more than sure that between shows he will snatch you away for a quicky, ignoring your whines that you're on soon, you still have one more show to go but he's so mean and ignores you :((

Totally gets off on the fact that he filled you with his seed, some primal satisfaction washes over him when you whine and paw at him to 'please baby pull out' but Philip is an asshole and thrusts in deep before letting out a winning groan as he cums, his thick sperm filling you up and he smirks nastily at your sobs and whines :(( You're all full and sore now, poor swollen pussy aching and your legs feel like jello and you still have one more competition to go :( Graves sends you off with a swat on your bottom before taking a seat and watching you as you ride out. He may be upset that so much of his sperm will most likely drip out but it's nothing a night of love making won't fix♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #hshsjdjsj #i love this idea :((#cowboy graves has my heart #also i'm sorry if this seems wonky but i wrote it on the bus😭#cod mw x reader #cod x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader #philip graves

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thegracefulwillow · 6 months

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Pandora Hearts Month day 20: Pocketwatch

@i-prefer-the-term-antihero

#phmonth23 #pandora hearts #ph #jack vessalius #glen baskerville #oswald baskerville #description in alt text #my art #THIS TOOK SO LONG #actually i wrote the skript for this on the bus two years ago and never drew it #because it is kind of notable that jack is also randomly a music box maker. like fully canonically #i had been wondering about where he might have picked up such a skill and then wrote a skript where that question is never answered #but that's typically jack ig lol #also i just wanted to be done with this so the ink wash was very last minute #and i didn't fix or redraw anything bc I was tired... I think that's part of the hand drawn charm. Digital art could never

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First Kiss (Race 2)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.4k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys]

last part - masterlist - next part

Quali came to an end once again, the feeling slightly tamer than the first time as Lance pulled back into his side of the garage, Nico not far behind.

He was slightly disappointed he qualified p10 but it'll be fine as long as he can actually finish this race (and hopefully get points for the team this time.)

He heard Nico talking to his engineer on the other side of the garage and decided to go over, not having much to do on his side.

"Seriously, the wheels locked up like twice. You were watching and I know you noticed so the fact that you're ignoring the issues is bullshit-"

Maybe not the best time to stand around.

He decided instead of hanging around with Nico he'd just walk around the paddock, his race suit hanging by his hips as he walked by the other teams garages, seeing how busy everyone else on the paddock was. He could tell some people were quick to go home but he wasn't ever in a rush to get back to his hotel room, it was usually boring anyway.

"Ah, Lancito, I was just looking for you" There it is. The voice Lance looks forward to hearing as soon as the race week starts, and most likely the reason he decides to stay back as late as he does

"Nando, Hi" He flashed a smile at the long haired driver, stoping in his tracks so they could walk together

"Nando?" The shorter man echoed, catching up to Lance as they both continued walking, steps in sync as they made their way around the paddock

"Well, I figured it was only fair for me to give you a name since you gave me one" Lance nodded as he spoke, afraid the older man had a problem with it, it was quite childish, he wasn't sure why he even called him that, Fernando worked just fine, it was a silly nickname

"I like it, Sounds good coming from you." Fernando smiled up at Lance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him down to his level "Guess we are friends now, eh? Coworkers do not usually have special names for eachother"

Lance nodded again, he supposed Nando was right. He turned to look at him as he continued to speak, rambling about many things but all Lance could think about was how good he looked. He'd never really examined the Spaniard like he was doing now, sunglasses propped up on his head, holding his hair out of his face, it seemed like he had just shaved that morning, the shadow of his facial hair barely visible, his lips curved slightly upwards as he talked, his hair curling in every direction but somehow he made the messy look seem intentional

"What hotel do they have you staying at, Lancito?" Was the first thing Lance really heard after spending god knows how long just staring at Fernando. How embarrassing.

"Uhm- Mövenpick? I think, Otmar has my keycard somewhere." Lance hummed, having lost the keycard to the hotel in Bahrain Otmar had decided it was best to put Nico and Lance in the same room and "look after" Lances keycard until they headed back.

"Ah, I see. I didn't realize they'd put drivers in different hotels."

"If you miss my company so much you're welcome to come along, you know I get special priviliges because of my dad" Lance joked, at this point he was so used to people belittling him to just being his fathers son that he had started to do it as well

"Ah, don't say that Lancito" Fernando almost scolded him, moving his hand to tap the back of his head "You forget I'm world champion, I could buy another hotel ticket if I wanted to."

Lance laughed, nodding in agreement, there wasn't anything stopping Fernando from doing anything really, after he left the paddock he could go wherever, do whatever, it's not like he signed away his soul to F1 so moving hotels wouldn't be a big deal "I know, I know, but if you ever want free stuff, Mr. World Champion, you know who to ask" Lance hummed, taking his turn of having his arm around Fernandos shoulder "These are the perks of being friends with a nepotism baby"

"I'll take your word for it then" Fernando laughed, accepting the change of positions, it wasn't very comfortable reaching up to drape an arm around Lances shoulder anyways.

A comfortable silence fell over them, neither feeling the need to add anything more, it was odd, how well they had clicked. They got along better together than either of them did with their teammates but no one was complaining. Lance liked having someone to go to outside of the Racing Point garage and Fernando liked having someone he felt like this towards, whatever "this" was. They were snapped back to reality when Otmar finally found Lance

"God kid, I was looking for you. Nico's about to head back so I figured now was a good time to give you the key" He pulled out a think black card and handed it to Lance "Don't lose it this time, alright?" He asked, not letting to just yet.

"Alright, I'll attach it to my arm, okay?" Lance joked, turning back to Fernando "Think about it, really, if your hotel gets boring you're more than welcome at mine." He said before making his way out of the paddock, catching up to Nico so they could leave together

Odd was all Otmar thought, he didn't realize his driver had gotten so close to Fernando, he'd thought maybe it was just press, or maybe some plan the Spaniard had, but he had nothing to gain from staying late and just sitting next to him.

Lance tried not to be disappointed when night came and went and Fernando had decided not to come, it was silly, but a part of him was looking forward to seeing him outside of the paddock, outside of the blue and yellow.

They were so busy before the race that Lance hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of the Spaniard let alone talk to him, before he knew it interviews were over and he was in his car, lined up in the fifth row, Nico barely behind him.

Fernando was right in saying Malaysia was going to treat him better, he had managed to make up three places and actually get points for his team in his second grand prix.

It felt great, even though it wasn't a podium like Fernando had gotten getting points waa a big deal for the rookie (driver and team).

The debrief went smoothly considering how both Nico and Lance finished the race with no major problems, as they gathered their things and the team started to leave the garage one by one Lance couldn't help but notice the blue in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and smiled when he confirmed it was in fact Fernando

"Good-" Lance started, trying to beat Fernando to congratulating eachother was proving to be difficult

"You did great, Lancito" Fernando commented, walking into the garage now that it was practically empty "Your overtakes are pretty decent for a nepotism baby, eh?"

Lance laughed, hitting Fernandos arm "Guess you did pretty good for a world champ then, huh?" It was nice, the banter they had, if anyone else joked with him jow Fernando does he was sure he'd take it the wrong way but with how Fernandos treated him since they met he had no doubt in his mind that every jab he made towards him was lighthearted.

"Any plans before Australia, Lancito?" Right, Lance had forgotten there wasn't another race for two weeks

"I'm not sure, I always end up somewhere though" He laughed, leaning on the counter behind him, using his hands to prop himself up "How about you, where are you going, Nando?"

"Me and Mark, Mark Webber, were planning on spending the break in Australia together"

Right, he forgot Fernando was close to Mark, the driver who's seat he took.

"Could you tell him I'm sorry?" Lance hesitated to speak, wondering if the Australian was mad at him for ending his career early

"He doesn't mind, trust me, if he wasn't okay with ending his career he would've signed with someone else." Fernando consoled the younger, patting his shoulder after he finished "Don't worry your pretty little head, alright?"

Lance laughed, shaking his head at the comment in efforts to ignore the pink tint covering his face "Alright, Nando."

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womp-womp-waa · 28 days

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Aiden felt the small pieces of the ceiling cut into his his skin, feeling warm blood trickle down his cheek. He saw Ashlyn yell something as something large crushed his head with a sickening crack as it all went dark.

When he came to, he was welcomed back with his younger cousin wrapping her arms tightly around him, he tried to ignore how much his body was shaking as he searched the room for the two who weren't around them. When he found them, Logan and Ashlyn sat as far away as they can from him. Why was she looking at him like a monster? She stared at him eyes wide open in shock and Aiden could tell that she was looking at him like a wild animal, like be could attack at any minute.

Why was she looking at him like that? What did he do?

#I haven't wrote ab this scene in a while #school bus graveyard webtoon #schoolbus graveyard #school bus graveyard #aiden clark #ben clark #ashlyn banner #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #logan fields #i tried

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1:34pm - isagi yoichi

"yocchan?" you check up on your boyfriend, who was currently burning red.

currently you were out for lunch, at that beef noodle place you had gone to a lot as a kid, wanting to revisit the nostalgia with yoichi. the food tasted the same even years later, almost as if the chef was still working there and was still using the exact same recipes and ingredients.

it all went great, the food itself was amazing and the sweet memories made it taste even better. not until something seemed off about yoichi.

"yes love?" he didn't seem upset or mad.

"you alright? you're ate a lot slower than usual. this much food is nothing to you. do you have a stomach ache?" you felt a bit guilty about the fact that he could've been pretending to be fine before the date, just for your sake. "do you have a fever?" soon your hand made its way to his forehead, under his bangs. it was hot. really hot.

it didn't make sense, he wasn't this warm when he was lying on your shoulder on the bus. his hands are shaking, so are his lips. speaking of his lips, they were red as well, although they were always a pretty shade of pink they were never a prominent scarlet. you gradually piece together the situation.

"yoichi, can you not tolerate spice?"

the question catches him off guard, "of course i can!" but the awkward laughter and lack of eye contact gives him away.

"you're red, like, very red,"

"that's because i love you ! how does someone not get this flustered around someone as pretty as you?"

you can't help but grin at him. "awwww, since i love you back i want to make you try the chili sauce here !" jokingly, you bring it near his bowl, and watch his eyes widen.

"i'm sorry i'm sorry! i think i'll die if i have anything spicier," you giggle at his confession, satisfied that your suspicions were correct. although his reaction was adorable, you were still worried.

"why didn't you tell me then!" you deliver a flick to his forehead, making him yelp. "

"i'm sorryyyy, it's just embarrassing, how are you so unfazed?"

"it's not something you should hide. i don't care what if you eat more than you can handle? gosh you're redder than chigiri's hair."

yoichi whines, "but i can't even handle a bowl of noodles with a bit of chili, how am i supposed to enjoy anything your family makes. oh god what if your mum hates me because i can't handle her food," he says the last part as if it's the end of the world, which it probably is to him. "i can't enjoy your culture and i disappoint your family."

despite it being a silly conversation, you found it quite cute how he did his best to hide it. "first off, my mum already loves you and doesn't care about your spice tolerance. second, it's not that hard to get used to laksa or beef rendang." your hand returns to his cheek, still warm, how bad was he with spice? "i'm impressed you managed to finish it all... you shouldn't push yourself." the bowl was completely empty, every noodle eaten and every drop of soup drank.

"anything for you, you seemed so happy to come back here" yoichi grins, lips still red, "may i get a kiss for my hard work then?"

with a mumbled 'fine' you comply with his request, "you're still an idiot."

"yeah but i'm your idiot," you gently smack him on the shoulder, ready to leave, with the owner of the restaurant lovingly grinning at the same child from years ago coming back with their boyfriend.

#I WROTE THIS ON THE BUS #it's kinda rushed #it was so awkward when we got to the uni stop bc a bunch of students sat behind me so brightness down #bllk x you #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #fluff #blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi blue lock #blue lock isagi yoichi

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writing-till-i-am-dead · 3 months

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Benlor oneshot

Fluff. Lot’s of wholesome stuff here.

Ben and Taylor were lying on the floor of his room. The credits to their favorite movie, When Harry Met Sally, started to roll.

Taylor had her head rested on Ben’s chest, smiling and humming softly.

“What should we watch tomorrow? La La Land, or When Harry Met Sally again?”

Ben tapped a message in Morse code, which Taylor taught him, on her back.

I’m ok with whichever.

Taylor hummed softly, thinking. Ben recognized the tune as A Lovely Night from La La Land.

Let’s watch La La Land. Ben tapped.

Taylor chuckled and lifted her head up. “You recognize the tune?” He nodded in response. She sighed, smiling as she rested her head again. “I love that song. And that movie..”

Ben looked at her with a sad smile. Taylor knew.. he always told her he wished he could sing for her. That’s why watching musicals together was always so bittersweet.

Taylor shifted up a bit to rest her head on his collarbone and gave him a gentle look. She knew Ben could make noise. He just chose not to.

Humiliation and embarrassment and disappointment over being what he felt to be a failure always stopped him.

And Taylor knew this. And she completely respected that. But she wanted Ben to trust her with even a fragment of his gentle tune. After all, she is his girlfriend.

“Can you hum the first half of the song?” She asked.

He gave her an unsure look.

“Please?” She asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

He sighs and gives her a defeated smile

He hums the first part of the song and she rests her head in the nook of his chest and collarbone.

The sun is nearly gone… no lights are turning on.. a silver light that stretches to the sea..

Taylor felt the vibrations buzz through her head, which brought her immense joy. Yes, his humming was scratchy, had occasionally pauses and breaks, but she loved it. It was like a mechanical whir that she could listen to for hours.

Once it got to the second part of the song, Taylor broke in. “You say there’s nothing here, but let’s make something clear, I think I’ll be the one to make that call~”

Ben gives her a surprised look. Her singing wasn’t great. She has a deepish voice, yet is trying to imitate the airiness from the original singer, coming off strained and forced. But Ben loved her voice. It was like the perfect strum of a guitar.

After she reached the end of the second half, she gives him a crooked smile and he returns with a sheepish grin.

She reaches over to kiss the tip of his nose. “I just know for a fact.. you were a lovely singer..”

She notices his lip quiver. Before she had a chance to ask if he was ok, he pulled her in for a hug, burying his face into her shoulder and hair.

Taylor was caught off guard, but quickly composes herself and strokes his hair soothingly.

She doesn’t hear any crying, but she begins to feel a dampness in the area his face was buried into.

Taylor began to feel guilty. She knew Ben was ashamed of not being able to sing anymore. Yet she still rubbed it into his face, bringing back melancholic memories.

“I’m sorry, Ben..”

He pulls away, his eyes watery and mournful, to look into her eyes as he shakes his head.

I wish I could sing for you like how you just did for me. He tapped out. I wish I could serenade you. I wish.. there was a pause and he tapped out again wish- but stopped when Taylor grabbed his hand.

“Ben.. I love you still. I love hearing you hum and play guitar. I love watching you get excited to watch musicals. I love.. this..” she said, gesturing to the area they had dedicated to cuddling and watching movies and eat snacks and just hanging out.

“I don’t need you to serenade me like a Disney prince.. I just need you..” she reached down to squish his face. “Ben..”

He gave her a long look before the pulling her in for another hug.

Taylor sighed and smiled, kissing the top of his head. “You’re still my Disney prince either way..”

Divider by @cafekitsune

#I was half asleep when I wrote this #Ben clark #taylor hernandez #Taylor x Ben #Ben x Taylor #benlor #sbg #school bus graveyard #Shipping #fanfic #fluff #Webtoon #Oneshot

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iamumbra195 · 1 month

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So I was reading this blog post/article about adrenaline rushes and bipolar disorder after reading @moonbiine and @stillfrownyclownlol's posts about Aiden having BPD and the author was talking about their latest adrenaline rush.

Essentially they were doing the Edge Walk at the CN Tower, in Toronto, ON. When they got down, they said the adrenaline rush was amazing and that they couldn't stop smiling afterwards. It didn't feel like hypomania and they realized for the first time that they feeling something besides pain and depression. That felt like a person.

They realized it was kinda depressing that it took hanging so high in the air and putting themself in danger to actually feel that way.

But to a little kid, feeling like that, riding that high after feeling like shit for so long? It's no wonder that Aiden became an adrenaline junkie.

Every time we see little Aiden, he looks miserable and depressed.

So maybe one day, his parents decided to take him to do something super exciting to try and cheer him up. And then he felt that rush of adrenaline, the pride of accomplishing such a dangerous task and he was hooked.

His parents were probably glad he started to smile and pick up new hobbies, even if each one seemed more dangerous than the last. So they indulged him. Let him do what he wanted as long as he was happy.

I mean, why else would he be able to do all these things when he would permission/supervision from his parents for like half since he's 15-16 years old?

Although, Red recently said that she did write him with ADHD in mind and a lot of articles said that, "People with ADHD may compulsively seek high-dopamine activities and stimuli to achieve a dopamine rush, so people with ADHD may be more likely to engage in impulsive and risky behaviours. An individual may seek any situation that incites a strong burst of dopamine in the brain.

People with ADHD may describe themselves as adrenaline lovers, never satisfied, and always seeking what is out of reach." Or something along the same lines.

Either way, him having bipolar disorder, BPD or ADHD is really cool and I'd love to see more people talking about it.

(Please forgive me if I accidentally said something potentially incorrect or offensive, I'm not claiming to be an expert on either disorders.)

#aiden clark #daniel clark #jessica clark #bipolar disorder #bpd #adhd #i thought bpd and bipolar disorder were the same thing when I wrote this SORRY #adrenaline #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#just me rambling #i love aiden

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