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have a good one, but just one

[passiontruit]

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[esmeraythewriter]

Me, writing something at 1 am: Omg I'm literally a genius this words sound amazing I ate totally whith this one omfg

The writing:

[yellowmotorola]

via fluttaflyz on instagram

[x-disruptxr]

men crying men bleeding men whimpering so on and so forth

[comatosebunny09-deactivated2025]

Imagine being snuggled up in bodyguard!Leon’s arms whilst in your bed, and he can’t stop kissing you. Not that you’re complaining, having wanted this for a long time.

You’re greedy. Want a little more than your hands and legs twined together and his lips gently ghosting over yours. You’re not entirely sure how to ask. Don’t want to scare him off since you’ve only just given in to your feelings last night.

“It’s bad enough that I’m kissing you,” he husks against your mouth, a dimpled smile cresting over his face. “Your dad’ll murder me if he finds out.”

You pout, toying with the fabric of his collar. Lure him into another succulent kiss, savoring the flavor of his lips and the hoarse sound he pours into you.

“Don’t care,” you rasp, lashes fluttering, lips parted and wet. “Want this. Want you.”

Leon chuckles something abrasive, your cheek soft and doughy in his palm. His smile is boyish, eyes creased and shining. “Don’t be greedy,” chastises the blond between each sticky grind of your lips. “At least buy me dinner first.”

You chuckle in the space between your mouths. Busy your thumb with skating over his plush bottom lip. Dinner doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

[applejongho]

"I feel so normal about him" well I dont. move

[passiontruit]

Love u, all my readers 🫶🏻 even if you’ve been here since xuyue or have just recently followed

[eightonenine]

peripera ; hirugami s. x f!reader

synopsis: smooth sachirou strikes again genre/warnings: fluff, sfw, established relationship, college au, reader and sachirou call each other names (lovingly) wc: < 1k a/n: idk what this is heh

“Stop staring.”

Hirugami’s teasing voice startles you out of your trance and in a futile attempt to cover your tracks, you noisily flip to the next page in your textbook, resting your chin on your knuckles like you were deep in thought about… the condensation reaction. 

“Wasn't staring.” He didn’t even look at you, how did he know?

He smirks, his eyes still on his laptop, fingers typing out his physiology lab report. “I know I'm pretty.”

And he is. You’d rather spend this study date studying him than for your upcoming organic chemistry midterm. From where you are on his bed, you have a perfect view of his side profile highlighted in all the right ways by the daylight spilling in through the window next to him, making him look even dreamier than he already is.

But pretty as he is, it’s not why you’ve been staring. 

You prop yourself up a little higher on your elbows, still laying on your stomach. “Am I pretty?” you ask sweetly, kicking your feet behind you.

“You're always the prettiest,” he says, again, without looking in your direction.

Despite how your cheeks flush, this isn't the response you want from him. “Then why aren't you staring at me?”

With one last tap on his keyboard, he pushes off his desk and rolls himself over to you on his desk chair, spinning around to face you. “Are you asking for a staring contest?”

“No,” you stammer, but he leans in close anyway with a wide silly grin. His nose almost touches yours but you will yourself not to back away, partly to indulge him but also so he can really look at you. At this proximity, there's no way he can't not notice —

“You blinked!” He sits back, throwing his hands in the air in celebration, waving to an invisible audience while you have to resist throwing your hands up in disbelief. “Rematch?”

“No!” you pout and he laughs at your poor sportsmanship. “Get back to work, doofus.”

He scoffs, taking a look at his watch before he raises his arms again, this time in a stretch towards the ceiling. “I think it's time for a break,” he announces, standing from his chair. “May I interest you in a snack as a consolation prize?”

You give him an unamused look before pushing yourself off your stomach to sit on his bed. “Fine.” 

“Strawberries or raspberries?”

You shrug. “Winner’s choice.”

Tapping his chin, he hums, dragging the noise on for too long considering the level of significance of the decision you're asking him to make. “I don't know. But how about…”

He trails off and you don't get to ask him to continue his train of thought because his lips are suddenly on yours for a quick kiss. Then a second. Then a third. 

“What —”

You squeak when he interrupts you with another kiss, this time slow, patient and earnest as he gently lays you onto his bed beneath him. Part of you wants to ask what's gotten into him, but the rest of you is happy to oblige; surprise displays of affection are always welcome. 

With a giggle, you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer and he responds with a pleased noise, cupping your cheek tenderly as he continues kissing you. But before you can deepen the kiss, he pulls away quickly with a gasp. 

“Strawberries.”

A little dazed, you blink up at him. “What?”

He smirks before ducking down to give you a peck on the cheek. “I'll go get our snacks.”

Your hands fall away from him as he stands. “Sachirou!” you whine, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed to sit up. You're not even sure what you want to complain about — the abrupt end to your unexpected make-out session or the fact that he still hasn’t said anything about your new —

Strawberries.

The realization must be plain on your face by the way he licks his lips and smiles knowingly. “I’ll be back.” 

You aren't able to give him more of a response than a shallow nod before he saunters out to the kitchen. It doesn't take long for the initial shock to wear off, being replaced by delight at the fact that he did notice.

From the pocket of your hoodie, you fish out the little tube of lip tint and apply a fresh coat of strawberry nude, rubbing your lips together and smacking them with a satisfying pop, just in time for his return with a bowl of strawberries and three yogurt drinks in hand.

“That colour looks nice on you, by the way,” he winks, handing you one of the yogurt drinks. It's cool in your hands in contrast to the blooming warmth in your cheeks. 

You clear your throat to steady your voice. “So you noticed.”

“Of course.” He settles at his desk and unfolds a spare chair, beckoning you to join him. “How could I not when you look extra pretty today?”

You smooth out your hoodie as you stand, trying to hide how flustered you look. “You weren't staring at me though.”

“Cuz, silly,” he clicks his tongue, “that would get me in trouble. I'd forget that I have this paper to write.”

“You could have at least said something,” you mumble half-heartedly, realizing how unfair your reply is after you hear yourself; after all, he did tell you, in a better way than with words.

And he knows he did well. “Get over here,” he smiles. “Eat your strawberries, loser.” 

You comply with an eye roll but instead of sitting in the empty chair, you plop onto his lap. And before he can react, you throw your arms around him and silence him with a kiss. Then a second one. And a third.

His eyes open slowly as you pull away with a hum, smiling as you appraise your work. 

“Stop staring,” he breathes.

“Can’t,” you grin. “This colour looks good on you too.”

[yuusagi-chii]

some things never change

three years of the twins, and three years of their smiles c:

[sluttynurse]

torture the blonde man some more

[passiontruit]

I really do worry abt how much reading all of dune in a week will impact my writing like I’m not super fond of Herbert’s style but it’s the only thing I’m consuming rn and I am unfortunately a sponge

[hellenhighwater]

hey you're doing a great job, just remember: a semicolon can be used to combine two sentences where you might otherwise use a period; this allows you to create longer and longer run-on sentences

[passiontruit]

Iwaizumi I am actually very normal and open to hanging out as friends

[passiontruit]

i get it because some guys absolutely can’t flirt back,,, u could set up the perfect bait for teasing and iwaizumi would just be like “oh okay👍”

I HATE THAT

Because I definitely can’t flirt so someone’s gonna have to do it 😐 this is why it’d never work between us. And im also the type to balk at any sign of rejection so if the first attempt fails I suddenly gtg

[passiontruit]

I’m not iwaizumi’s type and I’m ok with that 🫶🏻

[passiontruit]

Rookie 1000 kudos

[passiontruit]

YOURE SOOO PRETTY AHHH and omg new hair color??? :o I remembered when you had the blue!! that was really pretty 🥰 also your hair looks so healthy omg

Thank you T.T I rarely wear makeup these days so when I do it’s like wait, hey :3

My hair is now an ashy light blonde but it doesn’t rlly suit my skin tone I think. I like it more when it gets that ugly untoned yellow sjdnndn like Atsumu in high school

Atm the integrity of my hair is maybe at like a 5/10 😵‍💫 it’s still a lot of bleach but getting a professional to do it and then also using k18 helps 🥲