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pocketcrown · 5 months
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Imagine your f/o comforting you through a thunderstorm. They get you everything you need; water, snacks, etc. to hold you over, and get you all cozy together with blankets and pillows. Maybe next to the warm fireplace, maybe just curled up in bed.
Your f/o will be there for you, whether it ends soon, or goes into the night, for every crackle that makes you nervous or anxious, kissing and cuddling you until you are relaxed enough to fall asleep, assured you'll be safe in their arms.
not for minors, antis, maps/zoos/etc.
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whaledocboi · 8 months
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i cant stand the fuckin "be the bigger person"/"dont let them win!" no, i really dont care about any of that, give me a gun
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menshusband · 1 year
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btw btw your parental/guardian/etc. f/os would never ever scream at you. not even when you're at fault, not even if "canon them" would. your comfort is their priority, and they are willing to do anything to have a healthy bond with you.
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vapidlyfleeting · 2 years
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🌸Emergency period bag🌸
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(Photo doesn't belong to me!)
🌸•Emergency period bag for people who menstruate :) great for school, outings, trips, and work.
🌱•Toiletries•🌱
🌺•Sanitary wipes
🌺•Mini water bottle or variation incase you need to clean up
🌺•Pads, tampons, period underwear, menstrual cup, or whatever menstrual hygiene product you use.(For those first getting their period, I would suggest starting with pads. Remember to change your pad every three to four hours if your flow is heavy, and every four to eight if not, your tampon every anywhere from 3-4 or 4-6 hours, no more than 8 hours but to stay safe is recommended to change more often than that. Just be sure to change regularly and change before you go to bed. Empty your menstrual cup whenever suits you, but leave in for no more than 10 hours. How quickly the cup fills and will need to be changed depends upon you and your cycle.
🌺•Mini deodorant (I personally like Native, as they're natural, good products with a variety of scents, something for everyone, and good coverage; however they are a bit pricey, so I also enjoy Old Spice.)
🌱•Pain relief•🌱
🌺•Pain medication (if you take it. I typically use tylenol and ibuprofen. Tylenol is generally safer but seems less affective.)
🌺•Hot water bottle (it is recommended that you have a cover for your hot water bottle! It keeps the bottle from becoming too hot and causing burns.)
🌺•Heating pad (if you can fit in your bag and if you have access to use it. Probably better for trips. I know some heating pads are chargeable while others will need to be plugged in. Be sure not to use it too hot, you dont want to burn yourself!)
🌺•I hear for certain individuals, those small massage tools can help for cramps- so, if you are one of those individuals, it could be beneficial as long as it's not too loud. Again, probably better for a trip.)
🌺•Those plush animals you can put in the freezer are nice as well! They're cute and fun! Just be sure to be careful, and not to heat for too long. Only heat for recommended time and be sure to check reviews of the product for proper heating times.
🌱•Other beneficial things•🌱
🌺•Water (gotta keep hydrated! Can be simple bottled water or use a cup. I like those cheap 99cent thermoses :) and those cups that you put ice in and they stay cold for hours are nice!)
🌺•I enjoy smoothies and juice on my period. A bottle of Juice or tea can be good! I like Combucha and pomegranate juice, the kind with seeds in it. I wouldn't recommend soda on your period as it can upset your stomach and make you feel bloated.
🌺•For cravings, I recommend taking a few small snacks. It's good to have foods like nuts, fruits, and a bit of chocolate. Whole foods are good for your period. Chocolates and cakes are also totally okay, yo! I like having cosmic brownies, M&Ms, and chocolate covered fruit.
🌺•A change clothes in case of stains (if you can fit it in your bag. If you cant, just take a change of undergarments.)
🌺•Any comfort items are good! Small plushes, keychains, religious items like necklaces etc, books, and generally anything that brings you comfort! Depending on the size of your bag and the event- you can even bring blankets and such. Personally, some of my comfort items are statues and figures of celebrities and characters I like, as well as rocks for religious reasons. So, anything that brings you comfort can be a comfort item. The sky and the size of your bag are the limit!
🌱•Bags•🌱
🌺•So, there's many different types of bags that can be used! My personal favorite if you want a lot of space are messenger bags. They're large, usually have plenty of pockets, and remain relatively light. They're also inspired by old-school mailman bags, so if you're looking for a more masc or gender neutrals bag, they're a great option. They come in many different styles as well! Personally, mine is pastel pink and covered in a vintage-y pink and green floral pattern. Anything can work depending on how much size you need, however. If you simply want to bring a menstrual product, medicine, and sanitary wipes, for example, a fanny pack or small satchel could suffice. A backpack could also be used. Anything that you like and makes you comfortable, with enough room for your things is the perfect fit! ♡
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anonexistentnerd · 1 month
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hear me out: yourself or your s/i and your f/o(s) in a lyric visualizer of your favorite song. Goofy, spicy, mellow song, whatever. Go wild.
proship dni :)
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cheeseceli · 8 months
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Sides of SKZ they only show around their s/o
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Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff and maybe a little bit of angst
A/n: idk if that makes sense and I'm sorry if it happens to be repetitive but ! I liked to write it so yeah. As always, not proofread
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Bang Chan - He's Reckless
Being the eldest sibling, eldest member and the leader of stray kids, Chan became pretty much a parental figure for many. He's always looking out for everybody, making sure everything is okay and dealing with any problem. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job and the people in his life, but sometimes it's exhausting to take care of everything. When he met you though, everything changed. He feels that he can let go. He can be reckless and ask for attention some times. Because, for once, there's someone taking care of him.
Lee Know - He's scared
Usually, he is a confident and even cocky guy. With you though, he is scared. Scared that he might lose you. Scared that his job or personality might scare you. Scared that someone out there is better than him and you'd soon find out. He can't bear to lose you, he doesn't want to imagine a life without you in it. So he'll fight each one of his fears if that means you'll be with him till the very end.
Changbin - He doesn't care
I feel like he always wants to give people the right impression. He wants to say the right thing, behave the right way and hope people will be always satisfied. But suddenly he doesn't care that much anymore. Because he already managed to impress you and you're more than satisfied. Above all of that, you love him. People's opinions are not that important after all.
Hyunjin - He's aware
Always an artist, he knew how to appreciate the beauty in the world since a young age. But since he fell for you every moment seems like an epiphany. The autumn leaves are beautiful, falling with grace. The old lady talking to a kid brings tears to his eyes for an unknown reason. He realises how the breeze is refreshing and how he loves you dearly. He thinks for a second that maybe you're the one who brought life to this world, and he is so happy that he can see all this beauty when he's with you.
Han - He doesn't think
Most of the time, he's too self conscious about his actions and his words, like he needs to be super cautious with everything. Self doubt and overthinking is part of his routine at this point, except when you're with him. You're his safe place. Whenever you're with him, he just does or says whatever he thinks and is never scared you'll judge him, because he knows you never would.
Felix - He's protective
He has a kind nature. He usually doesn't look up for confrontation and is always gentle. But then you came to his life as the most precious treasure he ever saw and now he wants to protect it. Because you're the light of his life and he'll fight anything and anyone if that means you'll be safe. He would happily be your knight in a shining armour if you asked him.
Seungmin - He's vulnerable
Most people only see his "mean" personality or how he doesn't show a lot of affection towards others. We all know he actually is really caring but when it comes to you he's also vulnerable. He doesn't care if one can perceive him as "weak", and he's not scared of oversharing by accident. When he's with you, he's made of glass, but he doesn't mind as he knows you'd never break him.
I.N - He's perfeccionist
You're the best thing to ever happen to him and he is aware of that. He wants to give his all to you and he wants you to be treated like royalty. So he is always trying his best to make sure you're treated like one. He always wants everything to be perfect, because he believes that perfect is still so little compared to what you truly deserve.
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Dividers by @cafekitsune
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usurperss · 4 months
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some blushy Karlachs 🩷
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clopinasworld · 3 months
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He's beauty, he's grace, he'll shoot you in the face + Bonus:
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astermath · 11 months
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“So? Whatever.”
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pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader 
summary: The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.
word count: 2K
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notes: I haven’t written something like this in a good while, so please bear with me if I’m rusty or there are some mistakes here and there. Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, I tried to be as non descriptive as possible about her appearance. I do love writing a bit of a mean reader like this, but don’t worry, she’ll warm up to him. This fic takes place in senior year for age purposes, I’m pretty much fully ignoring the timeline of the film. Comments and/or requests are super welcome btw!! Hope you enjoy!! <3
(ps this will get a part two don’t worry xx)
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To Dave, girls like you were unreachable. You could hear about them, you could listen to them talk in the hallways, sneak a glance their way… But talk to them? Any single one of their group would consider that social suicide. The only reason any of them even looked in his direction was to ask him to do their homework. So why in god’s name were you at his locker? Why were you acknowledging his existence at all?
“What’s that?” You leaned against the locker next to his, pointing at the piece of a comic book panel he’d taped to the door. It pictured Spider-man putting on his mask for the first time, something Dave looked to when he needed some motivation for the day. 
He struggled to get basically any words out, still not fully registering that you’re within such close range. He could smell you… God that was really weird to think about, he felt like a creep already, but you just… Smelled really nice. Like vanilla, mixed with something sweet. He realized he hadn’t answered your question yet and was just staring in front of him like a weirdo. “O-Oh, yeah, that’s uh… That’s Spider-man. It’s this… This superhero I like.” He adjusted the strap of his backpack to keep his hands busy.
You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Duh, I know who Spider-man is, please.” You couldn’t help but think he was doing anything to avoid looking into your eyes, as if you’d turn him to stone if he dared to do so. Which, yes, was exactly how he felt.
“I wanted to know which comic that was from. The art style looks a lot different than the ones I’ve seen.” Now this part was pretty much making his teenage brain short circuit. He probably didn’t hear that right, there’s no way a popular girl like you read comics, right? This had to be some kind of elaborate joke, like you were trying to pull a prank on him by making him ramble about his favorite superheroes. However, he wasn’t close minded. Even if this was a prank, at least you were talking to him, right?
“Yeah, sorry, I uh… Forget he’s a pretty popular character sometimes. This one’s from a collector’s edition. One of the pages was kinda falling apart so I just… Taped my favorite panel to my locker.” Again, he tried to look anywhere else, but it felt rude not to be making eye contact with the person who’s trying to give you a chance at a conversation. His eyes met yours and he realised he hadn’t ever actually seen you up close like this. You were really pretty, he knew that, but he never noticed these particular things about you before. The way your hair framed your features so nicely, the little beauty mark that seemed to be somehow perfectly placed, or the way a dimple appeared on your right cheek when you smiled.
“Hopefully you didn’t pay too much for it, those things cost like, a fortune.” You followed, snapping him out of his haze as you twirled a piece of hair between your index and middle finger. Dave was much taller than you, so you had to look up to match his gaze, which was already hard since he kept avoiding your eyes. You never realized how much he’d matured since freshman year. He looked pretty cute… Really cute, actually. 
“S-So, uhm, I really don‘t wanna be rude, but…” He closed his locker before looking at you with a rather awkward expression. “Why are you here? Why are you… talking to me?” Honestly, not an unjustified question. Dave was often the subject of bullying, and the popular girls clique made no exception to that rule. He doesn’t remember you specifically doing anything, although... He has a vague memory of you being in the car with those jocks when they threw spoiled milk at him.
“What? A girl can’t talk to her fellow classmate? This is a free country, you know.” You pretended to be a little hurt by his assumption that you were probably just here to make fun of him. In all honesty he was still a little dumbfounded by this whole ordeal, and the fact that half the people that passed you were giving you two weird looks really wasn’t helping. “You know I sit behind you in English, right?” He responds by nodding. He is painfully aware of this fact, as your friends had expressed their empathy for you when your seat was assigned behind him, though you honestly didn’t mind. And also the fact that he got a fair share of gossip from you and your best friend always whispering to each other. “Well,” you flipped a bit of hair over your shoulder. “I saw you had a copy of Birth of Venom in your backpack, and I... Wanted to ask if I could borrow it...” You looked to the side, muttering the last part. As much as you tried not to care what people thought, you did have a bit of a reputation that you were stuck to. Liking comics wasn’t for you, you were a cheerleader, you went to parties, you liked shopping. Okay, you secretly liked comics.
Dave looked at you with a puzzled expression. “I-I’m sorry, can you repeat tha--”
“Can I borrow your stupid comic or what?” You interrupted him, clearly looking a bit embarrassed. 
“Oh!” His face was getting hot, this conversation was lasting way longer than he imagined it would. Usually he’d have his face shoved into his locker by now. “U-Uhm, sure! It’s a bit expensive, but... Well, just don’t damage it, please.” He took his backpack off his shoulder and was about to pull it out before you grabbed his arm. 
“Not here you dumbass! Just, like... Ugh, meet me at my car after school’s over, you can hand it to me then.” You were acting like this was some kind of illegal drug deal, but this truly was something important to you. Your dad had already made it very clear that he didn’t want his little girl becoming some kind of tomboy and have her mind run rampant with superhero stories. Especially with this Kickass guy running around...
The bell rang and you silently thanked it for doing so. “Look, I gotta go. White Corvette, by the vending machines.” You walked past him, and a waft of that lovely vanilla scent hit his nose. He damn near melted into the floor when your arm brushed against his. “Later, Lizewksi.”
You leaned against the hood of your car, scrolling on your phone as you waited for the brunette to show up. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that you were just meeting him in secret like this. It’s not like you were embarrassed to be seen with him, or that you didn’t like him, it’s just that liking comics and superheroes was just about the dorkiest thing anyone could be into. Especially with Kickass running around, and, well, kicking ass, people would probably be thinking you’d be into this whole vigilante business yourself. Sure, you thought it was cool that people were doing something about all the crime, but you’d rather die than mess up your hair beating some thug’s ass. 
You noticed someone approaching and noticed that Dave wasn’t alone. With a bit of a disgusted expression, you gestured to his two sidekicks. “I don’t remember inviting the entire geek entourage to come see me. This isn’t some kinda meet and greet, you know.” Todd and Marty seemed, just like Dave before, a little shocked that you were talking to them. 
“S-Sorry, they just uh...” Dave began.
“We didn’t believe him.” Todd followed.
“...believe what?” You questioned, crossing your arms.
“That a chick like you was into comics.” Marty said, before Todd smacked him on the back of the head. “Dude! Don’t say it like that!”
You got a bit flustered, and looked at Dave. “You told them!? What the fuck, Lizewski?”
“I-I’m sorry!” He held up his hands. “They were asking me what we were talking about, and... I panicked.” They were more so insinuating that he was flirting with her, and he didn’t want that rumor going around, in case your jock brother caught wind of that and beat his ass for flirting with his sister.
You sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of your nose before waving your hand out in a dismissive manner. “It’s... whatever, just leave. Before I change my mind and throw a bitch fit.” His two friends gave him a suggestive look before heading out. “Those two better not snitch or I’ll cut off their shrimps.” He nodded, just a little intimidated by the threat.
He got out his backpack and handed you the comic. “I’m still surprised I uh... I never knew you were into this stuff.” His breath hitched in his throat when your finger brushed over his as you took it from him. You flipped through it, keeping your eyes on the pages.
“Yeah, well... There’s a lot you don’t know about me, as much as I’m sure you guys love to assume.” You realized you hadn’t even told him your name, so you looked up at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself. You know, out of courtesy. 
“I-I know your name, but uhm... I’m Dave.” Your hand felt so soft, your beautifully manicured fingers being a real juxtaposition to his. His hand was much bigger and rougher than yours. You wondered why his hand was so calloused anyways... He didn’t look like he did many sports.
“Wait... Your name isn’t Lizewski?” You chuckled. “Christ, my bad... I always thought that was just your first name.” Your feeling of guilt for the boy before you flared up a bit again. He was being really nice to you, offering you something personal of his that he probably spent a pretty penny on. And you didn’t even know his actual name before. No wonder some people thought you were a bit of a bitch, you thought to yourself. 
“Hey, uhm... I know you got a bunch of these, and my dad would kill me if he knew I was reading them. He hates vigilantes, and he thinks reading comics will get me into the whole thing. Stupid, I know, but... He takes it surprisingly seriously.” You put the comic away carefully. “So I have a proposition for you.”
His eyebrows rose a little. A proposition, alright. No big deal. Could be literally anything though. 
“Come to my house this Saturday, bring a bunch of these, and I’ll tell my dad you’re coming to tutor me for physics or something.” You tilted your head a little, your locks falling gently over your shoulders. “I’ll pay you. Money’s not a problem. It’ll be like I’m renting them from you.”
He thought for a second, but in all honesty... How was this not a total win/win situation? He got to be in a pretty girl’s room, read comics with her, talk about them and make money. What kind of idiot would say no to that? “Yeah! Sounds good to me, uh... What do you want me to...” His words trailed off as you pulled out a pen and reached for his hand, writing a string of numbers on the back of it. 
“I’ll text you the address, and which series I like. I’ll let you do the picking. Oh, and Dave?”
“Y-Yeah?” He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. This is the closest you’ve ever stood to him. 
Your grip on his hand tightens, and you look up at him with a death stare. “Not a word to anyone about this.” You followed with a cutesy smile. “Alrighty?” You let go of his hand and put your stuff away before pulling out your car keys. 
Dave stands frozen in place, a faint blush already spread across his cheeks. He swore you were going to be the death of him. He looked down for a second and realized that what you wrote down wasn’t just some random numbers. It was your phone number. It all just suddenly felt very real to him, he’d never gotten a girl’s number before. And you were just about the last person he’d expect it from too.
You got in your car and turned on your engine. “See ya on Saturday, Lizewski! Don’t be late or I’ll kill you!” You smile, before driving off at a totally normal and acceptable speed. 
He gave a nervous wave before he looked back down at his hand. There was a little heart scribbled behind the phone number. It probably meant nothing.
But boy did it make his heart flutter. 
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naivegh0ul · 5 months
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I need reader who naturally runs hot versus Ghost who runs cold. Why do you think he's always covered head to toe in thick layers?
And when you drag him off to a cabin deep in the woods in the thick of the winter months, eager to spend time alone with him. His favourite thing to do is to hold you close and shove his hands under your shirt playfully as he loves to hear you squeal and bat his freezing cold hands away.
He uses you as his personal radiator, cuddling you close, making you sit on his lap all the time as you two sit by the fireplace and make out, his large hands cupping your cheeks, the cold metal of his wedding band cooling your warm skin.
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kakujis · 1 year
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do you love me? 2;
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synposis: they wake you up at 3am to ask if you love them. pt 1 here. 3 + 4
warnings: gn!reader, clingy bfs, no set timeline, kazutora's is a lil sad, insecurities, implications of cheating(there is none tho). not proofread!
feat: kakucho, kazutora, izana.
a/n: after i wrote the first part, i wanted to do the same thing but switched! this is the most flowery, fluttery, butterflies searching for a drink type beat drabble i've ever written. i haven't written like this in a while soo i hope it makes sense lol. the tone of kaku's is a lil different because i started his first oops! also big ty to @fuyuluvr for helping me finish izana's bit. ♡
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kakucho had never once doubted you, not when you’ve told him he’s the sun and the moon and the reason why the stars gather in the night sky, cheesy words always getting a hot blush on his face. how could he, when you’ve barreled through the doors of your shared apartment to jump into his waiting arms, peppering kisses along his jaw, whines of “i missed you! i missed you!”. 
but it’s hard lately when he finds you and rindou with hushed voices at the gym, sitting on a bench, sheepish grins on your faces when he approaches to ask what the two of you have been talking about. 
“nothing!” you exclaimed, slipping your phone back into your pocket, scooting farther from the blonde beside you. “i’m gonna head out okay? i’ll see you later.” you exchanged one more glance with rin who nodded to you. kakucho remembers the surprised look on your face, when he pulled you into a particularly tight hug pressing his lips to your forehead, “see you at home,” you said, eyes softened before breaking free and walking out. 
he tried his best to not pry throughout his workout, tried his best to not get angry when rindou asked, “you alright?” when he noticed the particularly quick responses that kakucho was throwing at him. 
“yeah, i’m fine.” he assured, fighting the urge to accuse his friend of anything nefarious. but man was it hard with this little nail in his heart hammering away at his insecurities and worst fears. maybe it was time to take izana’s advice and “just ask them about it.” 
and that’s how he ended up here, sitting awake at 3am listening to the tick of a clock. even in your sleep you clung on to him, drooling and snoring on his arm. 
gently, he reaches over to shake your shoulder. the shift made you cling harder, eliciting a whine from your sleepy state. kakucho chuckles, before he shakes a little bit harder, already feeling a little silly at his concerns. 
“you awake yet?” he asks when you finally start to blink your eyes and glance up at him. 
“hi,” you yawn, using your hand to wipe at your drool, “what time is it?” you prop yourself up, squinting at the clock on the wall. 
“like 3am.” he says, unable to hold back the smile on his face as he studies your sleepy expression.  
“hmm? why are we awake then?” you yawn again, droopy lids starting to fall again, but kakucho stops you before you’re able to fall asleep. 
“wait,” he mutters, pulling you up so that you’re pressed against his chest and facing him. he places his hands on the sides of your cheeks, staring straight into your drowsy eyes. “do you love me?” 
the question catches you off guard, you’ve never seen him so serious before. there’s a crease in his brow and his heterochromatic eyes hold something like worry, something that’s scared, as if you’d say no. 
you blink off the sleep that once riddled your bones before scowling, “kaku.. what kinda question is that? of course i love you.” you assert, squirming until you’re straddling him. you place your hands on top of his own, prying one down to lace with your fingers. “why?” 
he looks away, burning under your gaze, “it’s nothin’,” he mumbles, dropping his other hand from your face. but since you’re fully awake now, the haze of sleep gone, you catch on fast, the wheels in your head rewinding back to earlier that day at the gym.
“ohh,” you hum, removing your hand from his and cupping his face this time so that he’ll look at you. “is this because of earlier? with rindou?” 
“maybe..” he says, eyes darting away from yours, “it’s just weird you don’t want me to hear what you two are talking about and it’s also not the first time so...” 
you sigh, climbing off of him and reaching over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to grab your phone. settling back next to him, you unlock the screen and click on your messages. you wiggle your phone at him adding, “i’ve got nothing to hide, see?” before you open the texts with rindou:
y/n: HEY
rindou 🙄: hi
y/n: IS PROJECT KAKUCHO STILL A GO??
rindou 🙄: project kakucho??? 
y/n: dont tell me u forgot… his birthday is coming up!!!
the conversation continues with the plans the two of you had made specifically for kakucho’s birthday, the venue, the people invited, what kind of cake you should get, etc. you scroll slowly, periodically glancing up at your boyfriend as the blush on his face deepens. probably from a mixture of embarrassment and the way every mention of his name has some type of adjective describing how cute he is. 
“see? i wanted to surprise you.” you say, beginning to hand the phone over, “you can scroll up even earlier if you want.” 
“no, i trust you…” he says before taking your phone and putting it down on the nightstand. “sorry, that was sort of stupid of me.” honestly, he had completely forgotten about the occasion, it was just another day for him. 
you shake your head, “well.. i can’t blame you. if i’m thinking about it from your perspective, i’d probably be a little suspicious too.” 
he blinks, caught off guard by the way you agreed without a hint of sarcasm. “really?” 
you nod, “yup… especially if i didn’t trust my partner, cmon now! rindou?” you tease and he groans out another “sorry.” 
“couldn’t you have thought i had a crush on one of your cute friends?” you scoff, crossing your arms. 
“rindou is cute though.” he says quickly and matter of fact, not really processing what he’s just said. 
“huh?”
“he’s… y’know, he’s good looking.” he repeats, gesturing with his hands and glancing down at you. your face is unreadable as you take in the information, those little gears in your head turning again. 
“hm. well, if he’s so good looking then you should totally date him.” you joke, trying your best to keep a straight face. 
“that’s not what i meant!” kakucho exclaims, running his hands down his face and you laugh. 
“gimme my phone, i’ll set you up.♡” you chime, holding your hand out. “besides i think he’s into you too! totally checks you out at the gym.” 
“can you stop?!” 
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kazutora: 
kazutora has an annoying little habit, where he doubts if you really love him, which culminates in late night questioning. you’ve assured him many times before that you don’t mind, you’ll tell him as many times as he wants and you’ll reassure him whenever he’s doubtful, but he hates it. this little worm of insecurity that digs its way through his stomach, his chest, until it makes it up into his brain, shaking and bouncing off it’s walls until he can’t take it anymore. 
he hates this feeling, more so because he knows it’s stupid, he knows there’s no reason for it, there’s never been any indication for it and yet, he still cries or lashes out because of it. like maybe he's not that good of a person, maybe he's not what you need, and maybe he'll never be enough. what better time for insecurity to sink it’s fangs in than the dead of night? 
he rolls over, cheek squished against the pillow. reaching over to quickly pull you closer to him, back against his chest. you shift a little, rousing out of sleep, tilting your head up towards his with a little curl of a smile. it’s so easy to read him now and pick up on his mood changes, but you think nothing negative, instead feeling warm that sometimes he’s so vulnerable with you, searching for his security like a child looking for their favorite blanket. 
“hi tora,” you mumble, voice heavily laced with sleep, “what’s wrong baby?” he doesn’t answer at first, the only response to you being an even tighter squeeze under his muscled arms. you respond back, wriggling under his touch, pressing so far into him it’s as if the two of you are trying to mold together and become one. 
“do you love me?” he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper. 
“i’ve never loved anything more,” you proclaim and kazutora gives a little needy whine while his hands start to wander up the expanse of your skin and you giggle as his touch tickles you under the sheets. 
“you’d pick me every time?” he asks, the heaviness in his heart lightening with each breathy giggle of “that tickles!” but it’s his way of comforting himself, whether it’s running his hands over your bare skin or inserting them into your jacket pockets while he holds you from behind, kazutora finds solace in the warmth of your body. 
“mhm! every time, without a doubt! now stop!” you say in between laughs, desperately trying to push his hands off of you but he’s stronger, hands curling into the plush fat of your side and you yelp. “toraa!” 
“hmm?” he teases, continuing his relentless assault. but the way you’re kicking and squirming has his hold on you weakening. you’re unable to fully control your movement, thrashing as your elbow flies back, hitting him right in the stomach. “ow, fuck!” he groans, releasing you and rolling over. he grimaces as he places a hand where you hit him, curling inwardly on himself. 
out of breath, you roll onto your knees, sitting up while you scoot closer to him. one hand rests on your side, aching from your previous uncontrollable laughter. 
“not my fault.” you pant when he glances up at you with puppy dog eyes. “i told you to stop.” you roll your eyes at him, but the pout gracing his face persists and you give in. you bend over, brushing away stray blonde locks from his face before you bend down and give him a kiss. “sorry.” 
“s’okay,” he grins, eyes crinkling as he pulls you back down into his embrace. there’s a few minutes of silence, the only noise being the occasional swivel of fabric underneath your feet as readjust every so often. “you really meant it, right?” he asks, breaking through the silence, that pesky little worm still rearing it’s ugly head in his thoughts.
“every word.” you reply, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. you place a finger on his lips as you continue, hoping to dispel the rest of his worries. “in any dimension, in any lifetime. if i could live a thousand lives, i’d pick you every time.” 
he blinks before he’s pushing your head down to rest on his chest. there’s no vocal response, instead only the tremble of his body as his grip on you turns crushing, one hand’s fingers intertwined with the tresses of your hair. you realize now that it was due to his embarrassment, a silent plea to just this once, not look at him as his relief spills out as fat, droplet tears that run down his face and onto yours. but it’s okay, you’ve always embraced the rain. 
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izana thinks its insane every time you pull at the that strings that hold together his weary heart. but you pluck at them with each call of his name that rolls off your tongue like a siren call, entrancing and pulling him towards you and only you. with those vibrations he seeks you like a moth to a flame, fluttering towards your light and basking in the glow. 
heavy and sluggish, he trudges up the stairs to your shared apartment inwardly cursing about how late it is. the plan is to take a shower and get in bed as quietly and quickly as possible. you’re definitely asleep by now, so he tries his best to enter silently, not wanting to wake you. but as he tiptoes into your bedroom, the sight of you asleep huddled under the covers as you hug izana’s pillow has him falling onto the bed, gently taking the pillow from your arms and replacing it with himself. 
you scrunch your face as you awaken, heavy lidded eyes blinking and adjusting to the blurry image of izana before you. pretty lavender eyes watch you with a small upturned grin that grows wider at your, “mm?” the chirrup of your voice like the birdsongs in the morning. izana thinks you’re the prettiest melody, better than any song on the radio or classical composition. 
“good morning.” he says and you tilt your head quizzically, squinting at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the lull of sleep still beckoning you over. 
“it’s 3am, zana,” you whine when you read the red blink of numbers, trying to roll over but he holds you still, arms wrapped around your hips. 
he shrugs, a smirk on his face. “and?” 
“and i was sleeping.” you mumble, irritation lacing through your voice before frowning and closing your eyes. 
the quirk of his grin falls, settling into a line, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. he knows he came home late and he knows it’s probably annoying to be woken up, yet he was hoping you’d still be excited to see him, to be with him.
“do you love me?” he asks, knowing it’s a dumb question. your reaction is normal, but being around you makes him feel abnormal, and he’s so greedy for everything you’ve got. he thinks you’ll reprimand him again for keeping you awake, but instead you hum when he starts to caress your face, the pad of his thumb running over your skin in airy strokes.
“mhm. i love, love you.” you reply, happily keening up into his touch, pressing your cheek further into his hand. 
“say it again,” he says and you open one eye, quirking an eyebrow. you almost say, “really?” but the insecurity dancing in his eyes stops you and you comply.
“i love you.” you say again, a little louder this time. 
“again.” he commands.
“izana..” you huff. you know him, this could go on for hours if you gave in. 
“just one more time, please?” he pleads hanging onto his last word. he’s never told you, but this is his favorite song, the kind that always gets stuck on replay in his head. the one that he puts on to comfort him when the outside noise of daily life is a little too loud. 
“i love you.” you sigh, conceding and punctuating it with a quick peck on his lips and he grins. “happy now?” 
he nods, “i’ll never get tired of hearing that.” he presses a kiss to your cheek, letting you settle back into a more comfortable position. you lay with your back to his chest, as he cages you from behind. “now get some sleep, its late.” 
you’re quick to look back at him, eye brow raised in disbelief.  “you’re literally the one who woke me up?” 
“shh, that doesn’t matter, just go to sleep.” 
“but-“ 
“good night, love.” he interrupts, thinking that he should record it the next time you sing him such a pretty number. 
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math-is-math · 5 months
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“The next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him…”
I’ve been rereading the outsiders and I shit y'all not I've been waiting 6 YEARS to draw this exact image. This vision has been in my head ever since I read the hospital scene for the first time 6 fucking years ago and I kept waiting until my skills were good enough to take a crack at it and I finally did it. Never give up on your dreams kids.
Anyway I love a good hurt/comfort moment this moment reigns supreme forever 💪
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eggdrawsthings · 2 years
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Love, I see you now You found me here Underground
based on the lyrics of Underground - Cody Fry
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Happy Valentines Day!
Don’t ask what’s with the pose, I was just swooning over the idea of Leo holding your face and thinking about how adorable you look, completely unaware that you have a big phat crush on him or something
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wishingstarinajar · 8 days
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Finally done with these very self-indulgent pages. I wasn't sure how to upload these pages here so I just tossed them into one post.
Starflare is concerned about his captain's well-being after a crazy chase through time didn't fully go as planned.
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morbific-or-felicific · 10 months
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You were settled between your boyfriend's thighs with his cock in your mouth while he played games on his computer. Whenever he lost a round, you could hear him shouting at his teammates before muting himself and tangling his hand in the back of your hair as he began fucking your mouth. Whenever you were bored, you would just start slowly bobbing your head while he played, and he couldn’t do a single thing about it until the round was over. However, when the round did end, he would force your mouth all the way to the base of his cock and hold you there while you choked and gagged.
If he was just talking with his friends before a round, strategizing or just catching up, his hand would be holding your hair and moving you up and down his cock, occasionally pausing when he needed to think.
His friends always knew what was happening, not because Xiao forgot to mute himself once or because he was bad at suppressing his moans, but because he told them. Well, realistically, he bragged about it. All of his friends were single, so naturally, they were already jealous of his sweet, pretty, bimbo of a girlfriend. So when he told them about how you ‘give him support’ during games, they all wanted to see so badly.
The first time they had lost a round due to Xiao being distracted by you, despite him telling you not to move while he was actively playing, he switched the call to his phone and flipped the camera so his friends could watch him fuck your face. They were all definitely jerking off to the sight of you in your underwear with makeup running down your face as Xiao fucked you until he came on your face.
Unfortunately, at least one of his friends knew how to record people’s screens, so by this point, they all had multiple videos of you getting face fucked and came on.
Xiao hadn’t asked the first time he had shown you off to the boys, but, thankfully for Xiao, you told him you didn’t mind. Because of course you didn’t mind, you were perfect. You told him that as long as they didn’t show videos of you to anyone, you would be okay with it. And they didn’t share the videos with anyone outside of his little friend group. They even kept the videos saved on discord, not in their phones. They had a special channel just for you.
His friends were baffled with how Xiao had managed to land you. You were beautiful, supposedly smart, and were willing to do basically anything he wanted you to. Xiao was so happy that you had, as he put it, settled for him, because he knew what he was like. He had anger issues, whenever he got really into a new game, you had to fight him to get him to shower, and he was always wanting to fuck you and show you off. But really, you didn’t see it as settling at all. You genuinely liked him, and you didn’t get why he practically refused to understand that.
His refusal that you actually liked him for him did actually work in Xiao’s favour, whether he knew it or not. It made you want to do anything he wanted, in the hopes that he would realize how much you like him.
But you loved him, and you loved when he asked you to come over to his apartment to give him ‘support’ while he played his games.
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