#*wriggles eyebrows*

[madllamamomma]

Sooooooooooo, about a possible GF for Ava (slightly NSFW below)—

My hand maaaay have slipped 🤫🤫🤭

Oooops 😬

Previous thoughts here

[scholarwarriorfather-a]

@spawnn-ofsatan continued from here

The only thing he can do is just laugh and cover his face at her compliment as he turns a deep shade of red.

[mirroralchemist]

60. Exhaustion

Word Count: 619 Notes: WELL THEN, I was writing another drabble and forgot I had a couple of these completed from when I finished my fall classes last year. I was looking for something. Also I’m going all over the place with these now since nobody got time fo dat.

This one connects with the Unbreakable prompt a while back.

The crisp sounds of his cellphone ringing brought him out of his work flow. He looked at the screen, eyebrows rose in surprise of who was calling him.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Good, you picked up. She wasn’t picking up her phone...” said the female voice.

“Mir? She’s probably sleeping. It’s pretty late Rosalya.” he noted.

“Is it now? With everything going on, I’ve been losing track of time and stuff.”

“Understandable,” he agreed, “How is Lysander now?”

“Better, just finished the surgery on his wrist, a minor one. Should be allowing visitors soon.”

He let out a small sigh in relief at the news. He wasn’t particularly close to Lysander, but he was glad that he was going to be okay. At least for now.

“But that’s not the main reason why I called you.” Rosalya continued, “I need you to look out for Mir for me. I know she’s probably worried to death over him. I don’t need her to get herself sick again with exhaustion.”

“Again?”

Rosalya took a long pause to answer. It worried him. Was she hiding something from him? His mind started to go through the different scenarios. He’d like to take pride in knowing when there’s something wrong with Mir; the fact that there might be something wrong and he didn’t know about it worried him.

“I promised her I wouldn’t say anything, since it passed quickly enough. But you are her boyfriend now, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you. That and it indirectly involves you anyway.”

The moment Rosalya had said those words, he immediately caught on. The time dealing with his abuse was a big step for everyone involved. At times, he wondered how he could find someone who forgave him so easily. He wasn’t the most kind person to be around during that, but still she forgave him even welcoming him back to being friends.

“When you didn’t show up for a couple days at school, she was really worried about you. She didn’t know what had happened to you and thought the worst. I didn’t know until after all of this was over though. She would look so tired, not at all like her usual self. Mir worries about others, sometimes at the cost of her own well-being. I don’t think at this point any of us wants that to happen again. So as a friend, I’m asking you to make sure she rests and gets something to eat.”

“I...had no idea.” he admitted.

The guilt of how he treated her then began to grow more. Some days he still felt he didn’t hadn’t made up for that time. When she reached out to help, he had turned her away, blaming her such an involvement.

He shook his head from the negative thoughts.

“It was her intention to not let anyone know. Other than her mom, she’ll listen to you.”

“And her father?”

“They’re mending, but far from the bond she has with her mother. We’re getting off track. Anyway, I just want her to take care of herself. She can’t be there for anyone if she’s not at her best.”

“I understand, I’ll do what I can.”

“Thanks Nathaniel. I knew I can count on you. I’ll be sure to make it up by giving you a pic of Mir.”

“That’s...not really necessary.” he noted.

“Nonsense, I’ve gotten quite a few shots of Mir I’ve been saving for some prospective customers.”

“Customers?”

Rosalya chuckled at his response. He wasn’t sure if he liked her reply. He was surprised at the fact that his classmate took photos of other students, much less selling them.

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, thanks again. I’ll be in touch soon.”

[aestherin]

Okay ate Ri, hear me out..

How about in a further chapter of your Ayato story, what if Reader and Ayato had a misunderstanding then there was like an event or a birthday party maybe. Then both of them got invited, Reader gets drunk and confesses their feelings to Ayato basically a drunk confession

It's just my idea tho 🌚

Tamang overthink lang instead na magreview para sa exams haha...

CONGRATS ON FINISHING YOUR EXAMS BTWWW 💞💞💞💕

-🌼

tama ka sa part na may misunderstanding

CHAR LANG

not char

also ong overthinking buddies apir!

[silver-ofthe-moon]

Smash pass Swain?

“Noxus’ Grand General...? You grey-mages really want to have my head separated from my neck, dont’ you?”

She sighs for a moment.

“While I have to admit he does not look bad for his age, I doubt he would be suitable for my taste. I reckon him better as a conversational partner. With a good glass of wine.”

[jgjmk4-2]

Do I Need to Give You a Directory to Find the Door?

Main Characters: Dazai Osamu and Reader

Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs

Word Count: 415 [one shot]

A/N: Just a warning for you guys, lousy puns ahead :P It’s a short scenario of your first meeting with Dazai ;) Also, I typed this on my phone so there may be some mistakes ^^;

"And what do I, Dazai Osamu, owe the great gods to be blessed by the beauty in front of me?" A flamboyant, exaggerated voice begged for your attention to be swayed away from the book you were reading.

Usually, you'd ignore them and just mutter a simple 'don't disturb me' but Dazai's voice startled you and you looked up at him on accident. His chocolate curls framed his face and his eyes were wide and cute until one closed in a flash, giving you a playful wink.

"Do you like direct guys?" He asked. You stifled a laugh, placing your bookmark in. There was no point in lying, he had certainly caught your attention. You shrugged with a smile as if saying 'I don't know, do I?' 

A look of surprise flashed pass Dazai's face but it was quickly smothered with a knowing expression. "Well, I'm so direct that they call me a directory." He said.

You tried not to react to his pathetic excuse of a pick-up line until he made it worse. "Another reason is because I'm going to steal your heart so fast it will be like I have a directory." Dazai studied your face. You let out a short laugh and tried to cover it up as an awkward scoff instead but failed. Relief flooded Dazai's face. He seemed happy that he had found someone with a sense of humour.

You raised a brow as Dazai opened his mouth again, ready to say something else until a childish voice called out, "Directory? I need one! Mr. Directory, I'm lost, please take me to Tokyo!!" A hand yanked him away by the collar.

The flabbergasted look on Dazai's face priceless and you waved Dazai goodbye as he tried to stutter out words. Dazai seemed to be a really amusing guy, you thought before opening up your book again. 

"Ranpo, what are you doing?!" Dazai wailed, struggling to free himself, "I was just about to ask her-"

"If she would do a double suicide with you?" Ranpo finished. "Dazai, I don't know much myself, but you should thank me because that is not how you talk to girls." Ranpo shook his head. Dazai looked back over his shoulder, trying to get a last glimpse of you. When he found himself overwhelmed by the crowd that was swallowing him, he sighed, defeated.

"Fine. But it's a long trip from here to Tokyo. You better teach me a thing or two on the way there."

[baguetteandfryes]

i bet evie has a tatoo on her hipbone