##TOO FAR, AND NOW THE TRUST IS GONE.

we lost our bench cheer :(

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE HELLO.

fic where u bite off aira’s socks to reveal his ugly ass feet 🤤🤤

UGLY???? THEY ARE THW MOST DELICIOUS CONCRETE SLAPPERS 😍😍😍😍

Aira sat next to you, splayed out over the couch. He kept complaining about the intense heat, whining on and on about how much he was sweating

"Shouldn't you take your socks off then? Maybe you'll feel less hot afterwards."

The blonde pathetically stretched his arms out, before lying back down and claiming that it wad 'too much exercise in this type of heat'. Well, you couldn't just let your boyfriend get a heatstroke..

You reached over, grabbing one of his feet. You made eyecontact with your confused boyfriend as you slowly brought your mouth closer to his foot, before placing your teeth around the fabric. You sensually dragged the fabric off of his smooth foot, while the boy desperately tried to stop you- this was too embarrassing for him!

That was when you started violently pulling at his sock, tearing it apart like a wild beast. The fabric ripped apart while you spun like a crocodile trying to take a chunk out of its prey. Aira was screaming at this point, his eyes brimming with tears as he helplessly watched his lover tear away at his sock.

When you were finally done you admired his exposed dog, brushing away some stray pieces of torn fabric. Aira looked up at you in fear, before hesitantly extending his other leg towards you. He shyly asked if you could take the other sock off too...

I'm going to kill myself

THE WAY THAT ALL OF MY FAV WRITERS CELEBRATED THEIR BIRTHDAYS THIS AUGUST ?!? OMGSOOMG

MUST BE MONEY ft. mikage reo

reo's first date+kiss with you. | sfw, gn!reader

reo had always thought you were easy.

you gave it away far too casually; blatant stares and meek smiles and all. one glance in your direction and you suddenly seem to glow. it's like his gaze is a spotlight and you are his actor- one of his actors, at least. but you don't seem to mind your so-called 'competition'; leaving him with the impression that you're simply just easy- a road smoother and straighter than the road to hell.

so when you approach him about going on a date, reo isn't surprised. maybe he is; but only at the fact that you asked him directly. there was no 'spending time with you and your friends'. no 'one-on-one study session's. you'd come to him wanting a date, so he gives you a date. "after school, let's go to my place." your happiness is almost contagious when you nod yes.

reo still thinks you're easy; a lot easier than expected, if you will.

how it's barely been a half hour into this date and his arm is already slung around your shoulders is unbeknownst to him. if he didn't know any better, he'd think you're just needy- doing anything and everything for some comforting attention. but he knows you, and he's seen you, and he's seen how your eyes shimmer exclusively for him.

maybe, he wonders, pulling your body snug into his side, you're here for the money. it's the one thing that distinguishes him from other people, after all. it's not uncommon either- for girls and boys and friends and "friends" alike- saying that his wealth doesn't advantage them is like saying he's not attracted to you right now; an awkward lie that somewhat comforts him.

don't get him wrong- he's obviously been with people whom he was attracted to, and had no reservations about expressing it. but you? you fall into his lap so literally and effortlessly that liking you feels like a sin. you're way too easy for his taste- most probably only here for the money. at least, that's how he tries to convince himself.

he looks at you, noticing the drift of your hair with each exhale. you turn and look back, curious. remarking his warm breaths and even warmer gaze. he plays a dangerous game- embracing your unadulterated eyes. basking in your alluring scent; hoping it spills onto his shirt. "this is nice," you say with that smile that makes him dizzy, perhaps because the lie he's been telling himself isn't so comforting anymore.

reo doesn't quite think you're easy now.

you step right into his hands, seemingly ready to give him yourself. yet, he's afraid to hold you proper. to have you, and reo is never afraid of having. he's losing this dangerous game that you don't even know you started. you blink.

"'s quite nice, huh," he answers you- fingers habitually reaching to caress your cheek; and he has to resist pulling his hand back when you lean into it. he's done this before- god knows how many times with how many people- but your skin doesn't burn him the way the others did. you don't affect him the way they did. he hopes you don't.

he notices his breaths don't kiss your hair anymore- they land on your skin instead, and your eyes flutter in a way he's seen many times before on different people. "you look like you want something," his voice is low; composed. quite the contrast to his rampaging heart.

he plants his lips onto your right eye- closely connected to your heart. closely connected to your desires, and you seem to only have one. he's just not sure if this desire is transactional or emotional, for your eyes are too glossed over to see. he leans down.

"tell me what you want, honey," close enough to share your air, reo breathes you in. wants your smell to spill onto his skin. "is it money? you already know i've plenty to spare," shivers crawl down his spine; and he wishes he never suggested that. "is it fame? being the top student's partner- does that turn you on?" he drags his fingers down your jawline, noting every blemish he comes across. "or is it..." his nose brushes against yours.

"...me?"

"what do you think, hmm, reo?" he doesn't like the way your mouth quirks up. he doesn't like that your hand peels his away from your face. that's another two lies now- neither of which bring him comfort whatsoever. the sweet ache in his chest tells him his truth; head spinning like he's had too much honey. he loves the game you're playing.

"must be money then," his lips brush yours unsatisfyingly as he pulls away. you're not teasing him free-of-charge. he leans back, satisfied. there's a cold vacuum between him and you that heats his cheeks, however, and his satisfaction turns into longing. he longs to fill the vacuum again.

"wrong answer, idiot," answers his prayers. a cold pair of hands smacks his face- burning his cheeks with passion; then pulling him into a kiss. the mix of plush and teeth takes him by surprise. he returns it nonetheless- and this time not out of his typical courtesy. he kisses you back because he wants to, and he's sure he wants to. he kisses you back because he's worked hard for it in his mind, because he deserves it.

he deserves you.

reo couldn't be more wrong when he thought you were easy.

even as his lips and nose and breaths melt into yours, he still feels like there's more to accomplish; more to discover; more to love. you are his endgoal- you, and the entirety of you.

hi! may i request with aiku as ex bf?? what would he do to get our hearts back??? (he kinda the one who ask for breakup but he’s still missing us) <3 have a lovely day!!

hiii! thank you for your request, i absolutely LOVED writing this one so much! it has a tiny bit of angst and some fluff. it was such a blast to write, and i hope you enjoy! ₊˚⊹♡

call you mine!

wc: 1.1k + ex-bf!oliver aiku x reader + slight angst + happy ending + fluff + sfw

ex-bf!oliver aiku who breaks up with you over a fancy dinner, holding your hand lightly as he says, “Let’s break up.” 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who watches you leave the restaurant with an expressionless face, your back disappearing out of the door into the rainy, cold night as tears bead on your lashes. He’s too busy for a relationship anyways, he thinks. You were only a distraction to him. This is for the best. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who’s spotted with some famous actress less than a week later, arm wrapped around her waist as he escorts her to some fancy, overpriced hotel—which is something you never experienced when you two were together.

ex-bf!oliver aiku who shows up in the news every now and then, and you find out that he’s had a new girl on his arm almost every week in the couple months following the break-up. Another actress, some rising singer-songwriter, a daughter of a wealthy CEO—he’s running through women faster than you can comprehend. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who puts on his trademark playboy bravado for the media, but can’t deny that there’s an empty hole slowly gnawing at his heart—a hole that your presence used to quietly occupy. It’s slowly breaking him down and he desperately tries to fill in the cracks with woman after woman, but it doesn’t matter. None of them are you. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku drinks away the ache of loneliness every night, finally admitting that breaking up with you was a mistake. Hell, even his parents thought that breaking up with you was a mistake. He misses the way his jersey falls over your frame and the way you’d fall asleep with your head on his shoulder during long flights and the way you smiled and laughed when he cracked a joke and- fuck. He just missed you. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku sends you drunk “I miss you” texts and sober “let’s talk,” ones, only for you to completely ignore them. He jumps at every text notification he gets (though he tries not to) only to be disappointed again and again when he realizes it wasn’t a text from you.

ex-bf!oliver aiku sees you for the first time after the break-up at one of his games—but why’re you cheering for the rival team? 

ex-bf!oliver aiku is consumed by jealousy when he sees you wearing someone else’s jersey. It drives him mad, and he completely crushes the other team, 4-0, as if he’s trying to prove something to you. When the final whistle is blown, he finds you all too easily in the crowd, satisfaction sparking in his stomach when he sees your pretty eyes fixed on him. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku tries to corner you after the game ends, running through the crowd, hand reaching out to tap your shoulder, only for you to slip away and vanish from his sight. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who should be celebrating his devastating win with his teammates is instead holed up in his apartment, drinking his feelings away. He shoots you a drunk “come over” text before passing out, holding his phone to his chest. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who shows up at your door a week later, holding a bouquet of flowers in hand. You’re surprised; he never bought you flowers when you two were together, so why now? 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who asks you, in a smooth, confident voice, “Let’s get dinner tonight.” only for you to reject him. You think about all the times he ignored your texts or forgot an anniversary or ditched a date to go drinking with his friends, and it’s more than enough for you to close the door in his face. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who, despite feeling a pang in his heart when the door shuts in front of him, shows up the next day, and the next, and the next, each time with a new expensive flower arrangement or luxurious self-care gift basket. You shut him down every time, but it doesn’t stop him from showing up the next day, gift in hand. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who starts asking you a question each time he shows up at your door: “What’s your go-to coffee order? What’re your favorite flowers? What styles of jewelry do you like?” 

ex-bf!oliver aiku slowly begins to change, popping up at your door in the chilly mornings to drop off your regular coffee order, and often stopping by in the evenings to hand you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers or jewelry that’s exactly your style.

ex-bf!oliver aiku does this for two months straight, surprising you with his presents and questions each time he appears at your door, and one day you finally bring yourself to ask him why he’s doing all this. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku, the one who’s usually brimming with confidence, is suddenly shy, his heterochrome eyes cast downwards staring at his feet. He’s silent for a moment, before saying:

“I know I should’ve treated you better. Really. Hell, I never even asked what your favorite flowers were. But I only realized that you put everything into loving me after you were gone, and I felt like shit because I know that I didn’t do the same for you even though you deserved it more than anyone else.”

He pauses for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Drunk texts aside, I miss you. A lot. And I just want to show you that I care about you and am willing to put effort this—into us— if you’ll let me.” 

You’ve never seen the proud play-boy Oliver look so vulnerable, voice soft and back slightly hunched. Clutching the bunch of flowers he’d just brought you, you think for a moment that maybe—maybe, he’s changed. 

And it’s instinct that makes you lean up to his bowed head and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

When you pull away, his eyes are wide, jaw dropped halfway open. You give him a hint of a smile. “This weekend. Take me somewhere nice, ‘kay? And don’t be late this time.” 

Without another word, you slip inside, leaving Oliver stunned on your doorstep. 

boyfriend!oliver aiku who shows up outside your door 15 minutes before the arranged time, clean-shaven and dapper in a crisp suit, elegant bouquet of flowers in hand. When you step out of the door, you look so beautiful that for once, Oliver is nervous to take someone out for dinner.

boyfriend!oliver aiku who now brings you flowers on every date, never misses an anniversary, celebrates with you after every game, and never ignores your texts or calls.

boyfriend!oliver aiku who finally recognizes how happy he feels with you at his side, and knows that he’ll never let you go again. 

me omw to read angst fics after ranting to ppl on kokobot about how miserable my life is

dear cupid (r. nagisa)

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

in the hands of a powerless god was the arrow that struck him the day he saw you; before then, he had not known what the touch of love was like. cruel cupid had stitched 'love' into him like an organ, drowning in everything— love, sickness, passion, and all.

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

but it was a dream. clad in pearl white silk, in the sea— no one was watching, yet why did you have to be so bewitching? he wanted to look away, for he feared that if he looked at you for too long he would suffer, and you would suffer; for the affection of a god only brings agony.

i want to look away, i want to look away— but something whispers: you mustn't look away, and all thoughts disappear when the tips of his fingers graze your skin—

oh these useless, pointless words, so inadequate when one catches a glimpse of you; ah, the melancholy of longing. he would have rather been devoured— dissipating into the fog without ever leaving a trace. in extinguished stars he prays and puts his hopes on, on flightless dreams he holds his breath.

dear cupid, how could you be so cruel?

again, and again, could this powerless god be more selfish? he had so much of you in his heart; he over loved, he over felt— he was the sea or he was nothing. anything that continues. he stalked love, trapped love, longed for love; eternity crushes him.

it's a myth that love lives in the heart; but what use is a heart to a god? my heart is mute, my heart is mute, it aches so— the raw film of the mind of a god creates a paradox that converges with grief: there is tragedy in love.

there is tragedy in love, is the reason for dancing with memory because there is tragedy in love? the loneliness in the world veils your face; is it pitiful of a powerless god to go as far as to give eternity to a slow dance with what will never be?

no matter, he dances, and dances, and dances, until the strings holding his limbs would tangle, and he would disappear— he dances to you, who seized his beating heart eager to spit out your name, to love, which ate away his organs, to all the loneliness in the world, which touched all undersides of the wound one would call 'love'.

and to the fact that cruel cupid did not spare him from the grotesque tragedy that comes with every strike of an arrow.

you who is so dear

-> itoshi sae x gn!reader

[ synopsis. ] with so much on your plate, your health was the last thing on your mind. and even when you started feeling unwell, you decided to push through. however, your boyfriend wasn’t so okay with this problem solving method of yours

[ content warnings. ] none. (can you believe it??)

[ word count. ] to be counted

[ author’s note. ] (new layout!) wow. my first non-angst fic. this is such a huge milestone honestly :x this was also super self-indulgent. i’ve been getting sick a lot recently though it’s nothing unusual (i have a terrible immune system) so this just kinda made me feel better i suppose.

“i’m home!”

you groan a bit, both as a response to your boyfriend’s greeting and as something to convey your current state.

you can almost hear the furrow of his eyebrows when he speaks, “what’s wrong?”

you’re hyper focused on the laptop in front of you, and in the dim light, the white light spreads across your face, painting your face a sickly shade. you keep typing on the keyboard and hear the soft footsteps of your boyfriend approach you slowly. yet you still don’t turn around or pause the work on your hands.

sae stands beside you and leans down a bit to stare at your screen, only to find that you’ve been cranking out an incredibly long essay for class. the crease between his eyebrows deepens as he captures your hands that continued to dance across the keyboard in an attempt to stop you. however, you only whine and slip your hands out of his larger ones to continue typing.

sae obviously did not like this behavior of yours. he grabs the back of your laptop and closes it slowly, giving you a bit of time to react and pull your hands away. it was this motion that finally allowed him to see your beautiful, yet distraught features, as you look up at him.

“please, sae,” you softly groan, “i have to finish this.”

he ignores your comment, and the tension between his eyebrows doesn’t let up as he looks at you. “you don’t look well.”

you run a hand through your hair, “uh,” now that you have a bit of a breather, you realize that you were indeed not feeling that good, “maybe i don’t feel the best. but it’s not a big deal.”

he brings an arm up and presses the back of his hand against your forehead softly. you notice how concern and worry fill his eyes as he retracts his hand.

“you’re burning, y/n.”

you raise a hand of your own to confirm his words, and when your hand comes into contact with your forehead, your eyes widen in surprise.

“whoa. i am hot. i thought that warm feeling was just a headache. i didn’t expect it to be my actual body temperature.”

“i can’t believe you got sick again. you’re such a dumbass, you know? who gets sick every week?”

your figure grows impossibly smaller, sinking into the couch even more as you listen to him scold you. “me,” you respond quietly.

“yes, you. only someone as irresponsible as you,” sae stands straight and heads for the medicine cabinet, “have you been taking your pills?”

“what pills?”

you hear the irritation in his voice as he replies. he’s probably filled with annoyance right now. he always hated it when you don’t take care of yourself.

“what do you mean what pills?” sae scoffs, shocked that you don’t remember, “the supplements the doctor gave you last time. you know, to help with your immune system?”

“ohh…i don’t remember if i did, if i’m honest.”

you hear sae counting something in the back, probably trying to figure out if you have taken your pills or not. “well, you haven’t. you forgot two doses.”

he pours a glass of warm water and grabs your supplements. walking over to the cabinet, he reached for the bottle of fever medicine before walking back towards you. “i seriously don’t understand how you survived this long. with your character, i wouldn’t be surprised if you died three years ago.”

“hey, i take care of myself just fine.” sae gives you a pointed look and your confidence decreases a bit. “well, that’s why i have you,” you joke, hoping to soothe his irritation a bit. you look up at sae as he stands over you, giving him a loving smile.

he passes you the bottles of pills and you take them. he sets the glass of water on the table in front of you.

“you’re such a nuisance,” he responds. and although his words are harsh, you know he doesn’t mean it genuinely.

“oh, but you love me.”

a slight tint appears on the tips of his ears, and even though that’s enough to give him away, you still play ignorant when he opens his mouth to deny your statement.

“just eat your medicine,” sae responds. after he watches you down pills after pills, he grabs your laptop. “come on now, go to sleep. it’s late.”

“but i didn’t finish yet. this thing-”

“i’ll finish it for you. get your rest. it’s more important right now.”

“but-”

before you can finish your sentence, sae grabs your wrist before gently dragging you after him as he heads for your bedroom. as you trail behind him, you smell the clean scent of his soap and you automatically start feeling better already. after all, you’re in the company of someone who loves you so much.

sae ushers you into the comfort of your shared bed, and he proceeds to tuck you in. “i’ll work in bed right next to you, so you don’t have to worry. just go to sleep first. i’ll finish pretty quickly.”

he climbs into the bed next to you, and you move over a bit so you can lean into his body heat. he moves closer to you in response as well. he begins typing on your keyboard and speaks without breaking his focus. “your only job right now is to get better, okay? can’t have my s/o getting sick all the time, now, can i?”

you pull the blanket underneath your eyes and you stare at his profile. “i love you,” you say.

and even if you always wish for him to say it back, you know he wouldn’t. he’s just like that. he turns to look down at you and replies with his usual, “i know,” reaching a hand to comb through your hair. the corners of his lips tug up slightly, smiling at your confession as if it was the first.

you feel your eyes droop as they struggle to stay open. and eventually, you fall asleep to the sound of sae typing on the keyboard.

a sound that proves he loves you too.

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Number 20 and 59 with Vampire Lord Rei pls 😤😤😤

A/N: PHEWIE … I love him your honor

*ೃ༄ Rei Sakuma + 20: Hand kisses , 59: Kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

“You must be more careful, darling.”

You frowned. Rei had been somewhat lecturing you for the past half hour. You sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, watching as the vampire slowly wrapped a clean white bandage around your scraped arm.

“I know…” You sighed, looking away from him. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but huff. About an hour ago, you had taken a nasty fall onto solid concrete after collapsing due to exhaustion. Work was work—and unfortunately, there wasn’t much you could do to escape it. Maybe you’d try to get some more sleep, or maybe you’d force yourself to drink more water. If not for your sake, then for Rei’s.

Your boyfriend cupped your cheek as he stood between your legs, gently kissing your forehead. “Don’t apologize, beloved. Just be more mindful next time, yes?” He whispered against your skin, pecking you once again before pulling away to bandage your other arm.

It was unbelievable how utterly kind and loving he was. Rei had warned you numerous times about the consequences of overworking yourself, and when you hadn’t listened and ultimately collapsed, he still stood here, bandaging you up. “I will. I promise.”

Rei smiled warmly. “I know you will.”

He wrapped your arm with the bandages so expertly, covering your wounds with the white fabric tightly enough to stay on, but not tightly enough to hurt you. You didn’t understand how you got so lucky—having a boyfriend who would always drop everything to help you. You almost felt guilty.

Rei must’ve read your thoughts, taking your hands in his softly once he finished dressing your arms.

“I’ll always be here for you to fall back on, alright? You needn’t worry. I only want you to be safer, my dear.” He smiled, bringing your uncovered hands to his lips, kissing them tenderly. “I love you very much.”

“I love you more, Rei. I’m grateful to have you.” You answered, the man continuing to kiss around your palms, knuckles, and fingers. He let out a breathy chuckle, leaning into you, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I love you most.” He said, simply. “You do so much for me, so let me take care of you once in awhile, sweetheart.”

The ravonette fully leaned in and kissed you, his lips molding to fit against your perfectly, his hands never leaving yours. You felt him smile against your lips.

got me butterflies and shii

to the stars and beyond. - m. neito

my entry for my 300 flws + bday event ; 3. “i think i love you”

warnings : gender neutral (i hope) . lowercase writing . bakugou gets called “wet dog” one (1) time .

w/c : 683

the stars have always held a special place in your heart. a place specially for the carefree, sparkly enigmas in the night sky. a place you figured nothing or no one else would ever fill, you found it impossible. the stars held your gaze, as if in doubt, but all you could do was stare back at them. their beauty always amazed you - the countless constellations they created and the comfort they brought you on lonely and sleepless nights; it’s a void no one could ever fill.

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