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"If I have to die, at least I could be killed by you. That would be worth it." is fucking CRAZY

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water ghost anyone?

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im writing the second part of teach me how to love you and accidentally made myself harder for simon

if anybody thought of me that way i think id combust and die of happiness

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not rlly happy with this but im figuring out their designs

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sukuna merch goes crazy

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cod x kpop demon hunters when. somebody write that so I don't have to

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Setting you up – Sugawara x reader wc 567 – f!reader

“Your setter… is so cute,” you stuttered out, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, only to tuck your face away behind your hand to hide the obvious flush burning your cheeks. “Is he seeing anyone?”

Daichi pursed his lips, trying to think of a good answer when this was honestly none of his business. Forcing a small smile, he thought about awkward little Kageyama, who probably hadn’t talked to any other girls besides Yachi at school. “Don’t think so.”

It also didn’t help that he knew his best friend, Sugawara, had a crush on you ever since you held the opening speech for the new term after summer.

“But I’m not sure he’s the kind who… dates. He’s very focused on volleyball.”

“Ah,” you hummed in disappointment, already turning away after bowing politely. “I see. Thank you for your time.”

And as you walked away, your eyes caught sight of his gorgeous silver hair and dashing smile through the window. That Sugawara really was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

Daichi told Asahi all about it at lunch, chuckling as he painted the image of Kageyama dating someone from their grade, and Asahi mostly laughed along with him. However, his mind was reeling because surely something didn’t line up with Daichi’s story.

Suga had been flirting with you practically every day since you caught his eye, so why would you suddenly be interested in Kageyama?

Asahi cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, checking if the third member of their trio was around before leaning in towards Daichi. “Are you sure she meant Kageyama? Maybe she saw Suga play in the game against Seiljoh?”

Daichi stared at his tall friend, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he mentally made excuses as to why he hadn’t even thought about Suga as a team setter.

“I’m the worst friend ever.”

Asahi fretted as Daichi buried his head in his hands, insisting that he understood why the first-year was his first thought.

“L/n!” You froze when a familiar voice yelled your name from down the hall, wide eyes slowly moving to find the volleyball captain running towards you. “Which setter?!”

Leaning back, startled, you glanced at all the other students watching curiously. “Huh?”

Daichi noticed this and gestured down the hall, using a soft pat on your upper arm to encourage you to walk with him. “You said you liked our setter, which one?”

Your eyes softened, those kind eyes of the grey-haired third-year imprinted in your mind lately. “Sugawara,” you mumbled, once again facing away to hide the blush, as if you hadn’t already openly admitted to your crush. “But I totally understand that he doesn’t date, you guys must be busy preparing for nationals-“

“Please forget what I said earlier.”

You blinked twice, an almost hopeful warmth blossoming in your chest. “…Why?”

“Never mind why, but I think Suga would like it if you asked him out,” Daichi admitted with a crooked smile. His mind replayed how Sugawara excitedly recapped a conversation with you to his friends just last week.

You practically inflated with joy, throwing away any ounce of shame. “Really?!”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, I’ll- uh… I’ll try that. If you’re sure?”

“Completely.”

Daichi didn’t tell Sugawara about his mistake before you two were officially a couple, and you had laughed until your stomach ached at Suga’s absolute disbelief.

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chronically online reader and simon/price who are almost never online

tf141 and you are bombing an enemy base, when it explodes and the building is on fire you watch it, smile and start speaking “nothing beats a jet 2 holiday, and you can save 50 pounds per person!” and simon and price are staring at you like you’ve gone completely insane

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Flatmate!Simon comforting you after a bad break up 🥀

You found your partner cheating on you. The usual deal: it's not you, it's me, you deserve better. I didn't mean to hurt you!

Hours later, with a glass of whiskey in hand, you stare out of the window, rain pouring and hitting the glass aggressively. You're glad Simon isn't here, because this is pathetic.

You rarely speak to Simon, really. Being as busy as he is with the military and whatnot, he's usually too tired to talk. He isn't messy, and the only annoying thing about him is that he often smokes. He tries to be nice about it though, using this very same window.

On your third glass, feeling sorry for yourself and sniffing, a voice calls behind you. "Are you crying?"

It makes you jump, eyes wide as you turn to him. Simon wasn't supposed to be back yet, but then again, you don't really know what he does. He's wearing his uniform, slightly wet from the rain. His bags fall on the ground as he takes his boots off. No boots allowed inside, only slippers.

"No," you grumble, wiping some tears off your cheeks.

You're expecting... anything, really, except Simon sitting on the floor next to you, stealing your glass and taking a swig from it. It makes you pause but, far from feeling upset, you take the bottle and pour some more, not taking the glass back until Simon hands it to you.

"Alright."

Simon doesn't say anything for a while, both of you sharing the glass. When the rain slows down, Simon opens the window and lights up a cigarette. You don't protest. He hands it to you. It's awful and disgusting, but the taste of the whiskey with it isn't so bad. Soon, Simon fills the glass, and lights up another cigarette.

"Love?"

"Hm?"

A soft laugh makes it past Simon's lips. "Is love your problem?" he clarifies.

Cheeks burning, you mumble against the glass, wishing you could drown in it. "Yeah. Cheated on me, I'm too good for them, blah, blah."

It's quiet, a little cold from the rain now that the window is open, and Simon doesn't make fun of you for the little misunderstanding. He hums, simply handing you the cigarette back as he takes the glass from your hands.

"Was it bad?" Simon wonders, shifting so he's resting against the wall, staring directly at you. His left arm rests on his knee, holding the cigarette out of the window.

"I told them to rot in hell, so I guess so," you sigh, feeling both embarrassed and angry. It was awful, and you had to hold back from kicking them down the stairs, but there's no need to tell Simon that.

"Good job."

"Hm."

For a while, it's just the two of you. Simon's nice cigarettes (they weren't so bad after all), and your favorite whiskey. Simon didn't ask anything unnecessary, didn't pry and didn't seem interested in pitying you.

But then, your phone rings, breaking the cozy atmosphere. You ignore it as it rings on your back pocket, sighing with annoyance as it goes on for another three times.

"Not trying to tell you what to do, but you're not answering that, I hope."

Taking the phone out of your pocket, you place it on the ground between the two of you. A bright Asshole flashes on your screen. "No."

Simon, however, takes your phone, a growing smirk on his face. "You're for sure not getting back with them, right?"

"Never. But why—"

Your eyes widen when Simon picks up, putting the call on speaker. Your ex's voice is high pitched with the crying tone, sobbing and whining, begging you to speak to them.

"We're a little busy. Don't call again," Simon's gruff voice scoffs, suddenly sounding breathless. It hits you then, what he's trying to do.

Immediately, your ex's sobbing and the whining stops. "What the fuck? Where is—"

In disbelief, you stare at Simon, who starts slapping his own thigh repeatedly. "Busy. Goodbye." Not wasting a moment, he turns your phone off, looking incredibly satisfied.

"Very mature," you grumble, your lips wobbling.

"Why, thank you."

Unable to help yourself, you finally laugh, your shoulders shaking with amusement. Simon smiles, seemingly content as he shrugs, taking a swig from the glass.

Surely, your ex knows where you live, so they'll probably show up at some point. But right now, all that matters to you is that Simon is giving you a small smile. No pity. No empty “it's gonna be okay”.

He just hands the glass of whiskey back to you.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

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I am excited a normal amount

I will be regaining access to my laptop in a few days, so hopefully i’ll get writing again!!

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I might write a silly one shot...

famous youtuber horangi ☝️🙂‍↕️

inspired by GeorgeM cuz @sheepispink me into him and im obsessed w his british ass

like, LITERALLY the same. he's a reaction youtuber, and he only sighs when people beg him to react to kpop and epic the musical cuz ofc you guys want that

you guys beg for a face reveal? he only has to flex his arms for a couple videos and it's all forgotten, bc who cares? mask stays firm over his face

and i feel like he would play uno online w his subscribers cuz old habits die hard, but never for money, only for fun

and of COURSE he's friends w famous gamer Ghost, who absolutely beats his ass cuz Horangi can't play for shit

don't ask his name, that's classified; don't ask him how old he is, he's too old for you and he's married (he's 23)

he also dyes his hair a lot (or are those wigs?), covers his tattoos w long sleeves, and his friend in Brazil uploads his videos from a local library, so people have no idea how to identify him

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somebody liked this for the first time in ages and it made me cackle. I forgot I wrote this

famous youtuber horangi ☝️🙂‍↕️

inspired by GeorgeM cuz @sheepispink me into him and im obsessed w his british ass

like, LITERALLY the same. he's a reaction youtuber, and he only sighs when people beg him to react to kpop and epic the musical cuz ofc you guys want that

you guys beg for a face reveal? he only has to flex his arms for a couple videos and it's all forgotten, bc who cares? mask stays firm over his face

and i feel like he would play uno online w his subscribers cuz old habits die hard, but never for money, only for fun

and of COURSE he's friends w famous gamer Ghost, who absolutely beats his ass cuz Horangi can't play for shit

don't ask his name, that's classified; don't ask him how old he is, he's too old for you and he's married (he's 23)

he also dyes his hair a lot (or are those wigs?), covers his tattoos w long sleeves, and his friend in Brazil uploads his videos from a local library, so people have no idea how to identify him

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I'm eating the most disrespectful sushi ever (mexican ver) and it's so yummy

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apple art trend on tiktok before everyone forgets

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Twitter reminded me of the Sanrio collab with MDZS and I was divinely inspired :D

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first chapter of Teach me how to Love You up on ao3 now!

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Kyle came back from deployment. You could feel that, could feel the dip of the mattress, the fresh smell of the lavender soap you had bought two days ago. With a sigh of satisfaction, you turned toward him and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him closer to you and hurried your head in his chest.

But when three in the morning chimed in, you decided to get a glass of water and have a quick pee. Rolling off the bed, you decided to not wake up Kyle by lighting the room. You just took your phone just in case.

As you crossed your living room, surprising enough, you fell on the ground. Because of… legs? What the fuck? Grabbing your phone, you used the lamp and saw… Kyle’s coworkers if you could call them that. Captain Price on the sofa, hat against the face, sleeping without a sound.

And on an air mattress, entangled with each other, was Johnny and… Ghost. You never knew his name, for some reasons. He was too emo to tell you, you figured, considering he wore the same mask everyday. Did he wash this thing off?

Finally, the captain woke up. He watched you with tired eyes as you stood up, in your blue and matched pyjamas set.

“Sorry, Mrs. Garrick, didn’t have the time to go home and-“

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. And it’s not yet Mrs. Garrick.” You replied to him with a hushed voice before going to the toilets. You hoped they were well trained in lowering the toilet’s seat.

When you came back, and you have just went five minutes, the three grown men were no where to be seen. You frowned. Where were they?

When you returned to the bedroom, here they were, the four military men tangled with each other, including your boyfriend entwined with Johnny, while the Captain was back to Johnny and had his head on Ghost’s.

You watched them as they snored and slept, feeling somewhat… a little frustrated. This was YOUR bed, YOUR boyfriend. They saw each other all the time at work, they could surely wait a little!

But when you turned to leave the room, someone had grabbed you. Kyle sleepily pulled you to him, on the little space between him and the floor…

“Sleep with me, pretty.” He muttered, as you fell on the mattress and he wrapped you in a soft thrown blanket.

“It’s the last time, Kyle.” You replied to him, as sleep began to take you again.