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When you messaged Suna to ask if he could send you a video of Atsumu for a friend, the side of his lip lifted in a little scowl. He considered it for a second before sending you a video of Atsumu sneezing into his towel at a volleyball game, before handing it to Osamu for him to unknowingly rub his face with it.

Suna watched from across the cafeteria as you frowned, leaning away from your phone screen in disgust as you watched the video. It made a small laugh huff between his lips as he tried to hold back the satisfied smile.

From y/n: I can’t send this to her?? she’s head over heels for that piss-head

From Suna: oh it’s actually for your friend

With an ungraceful sound of realisation that you were in fact asking for a friend and not just using it as a cheeky excuse, Suna glanced at Atsumu who was currently stuffing his face with onigiri, his cheeks covered in stray rice as he talked while chewing.

From Suna: he doesn’t have any good angles tho, you’re on your own

And he thrived in the way you found his eyes across the room to hit him with a glare because at least you weren’t the one crushing on the twin. Even if you were, his video planted enough doubt in the Miya genes to last until he finally asked you out. Crisis averted.

I've fallen ill and will be taking a bit longer on the requests for my event, so have this drabble in the meantime<3

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PSA: Writing a book can take a looooong time. If you've been working on your project for a year, two years, five years... you're not doing anything wrong. If you've written three drafts and thrown them all away, if you can only write a hundred words a day, if you put your book down for six months and pick it up again only to be baffled by what you've written... Congratulations. You're not inefficient or slow. You're just a writer. Welcome to the writing life.

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head empty, only rin loving kisses and being waaaaaaay to proud (shy) to ask for them.

he would love nothing more than to be able to work up the courage to ask you to kiss him, he’s touch starved and needs constant attention, but he’d rather eat rat poison than ever confess it to you. you have the effect on him, you’ve torn down his walls and shown him all the praise and affection he is worth giving, and you’ve turned him into a sucker for kisses.

which is wonderful, since you’re so keen on giving them to him.

terrible when all he wants is a kiss and you don’t notice it.

he’s pacing back and forth in the next room, desperate, craving, needing a kiss or two on his forehead and one on his lips, in a line like you usually do. routine, is how he’d describe it, but deep down, he’ll take anything he can get. his big hands are carding through his hair, and god, he’s thrilled no one is able to see him like this.

“what’re you doing, baby?”

fuck.

except you.

he nearly leaps out of his skin as you make your way to him, and when he whips his head to face you, your brows a furrowed in concern and your arms are crossed over your chest. “you vanished,” you explain. “missed my snuggle buddy.”

“eugh,” he grumbles. “we’ve talked about the nicknames, haven’t we?” he scolds, and you merely chuckle.

“we have, i just choose to not listen to you.”

“and that’s exactly why you’re a pain in the neck.”

then, you shrug, “so im a pain, meanwhile you’re stuck in here waiting for me to come give you a kiss because you can’t ask for it?”

fuck.

he scoffs, but it’s shaky and unconvincing, “yeah right. as if id ever need something as juvenile as a kiss to lure me back. i just needed to stretch is all.”

“yeah, i’ll bet,” you snicker. then you spin on your heel, and rin feels his heart sink, “well, ill be on the couch. waiting for you.”

no, no, no, his chance is walking away from him, literally, disappearing down the hall and leaving him a yearning mess, pining for your affection that he’s just not sure how to ask for.

his head drops in disappointment, fists balling slightly, and he pouts softly like a child as he wracks his mind to try and work up the courage to go. he’s pathetic, can’t even ask for affection from his own partner, someone he sleeps next to at night and lets smear a green, cold face mask on him, someone he’s so in love with they turn him into a damn petulant child at the lack of attention, and-

“hey,” you whisper. he looks at you through his lashes, embarrassed.

you smile and toss your arms around his neck, rising up slightly to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek. his eyes blow open. then, you kiss his nose gently. his lips twitch. you plant your lips on the ticklish spot on his neck, and he jerks slightly. you giggle.

“oh, you’re so cute i can’t stand it,” you purr, kissing the other side of his cheek. “i just love loving you.” you press a kiss to his chin, and by now he’s smiling shyly, cheeks blazed in red from embarrassment and excitement for the attention he’s finally receiving. “i could just eat you up, you’re so cute.” you kiss the corner of his eye, which flutters shut in ease. “i can’t not kiss you, it’s against the law.”

finally, stiffly, his arms wrap around your waist, “who would you be to break the law?”

“i would never,” you hum, moving your hands to gently cup his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze. his eyes practically have little hearts in them, and a wobbly smirk is on his lips. “you want some more?”

his eyes widen again. you shush him softly, thumbs stroking over the swells of his cheeks, “just nod or shake your head, my lovey boy.”

against his own determination of ‘not needing’ your attention, he finds himself nodding in your hands, butterflies in his stomach going crazy as you smile back and continue to press kisses over his face, voice dripping with honey with every adoring coo you offer him.

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Never lost a 50/50 on Genshin.

Sorry people, we’re not the same <3

You were born with the unique power to see the most interesting "stat" of a person floating over their head. For most, it's stuff like "TIMES WON GAMES OF POKER: 43," or "PROMISES BROKEN: 105." Today, you glance up at someone sitting nearby to see "EXTRATERRESTRIALS KILLED: 27."

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"I could ruin you."

"Please do."

For a second, Suse's eyes are filled with shock. She shakes her head, exhaling slowly "You don't realize what you're saying. Choices such as this have consequences Fred, you should know that by now. This is a no, I will ruin you."

"Please do." The warm smile on his face - the kind of smile only he could pull - and his non-lowering gaze forces Suse to keep meeting his eyes.

"You don't get-"

"I do. I know. And it doesn't change a single thing to me."

He walks off of the table he was leaning on, not living Suse's gaze who froze the moment he answered, getting closer to her.

"Because I am not a child anymore Suse. We're adult now. And last time I checked, the only thing differencing an adult from a child is the capacity to make a choice right ? Well I'm making one right now." He takes her hand, the contact working like a switch to Suse, who take a step a back only to be meet by the wall behind her. And for what must be the first time in her life, she holds her gaze the way she would hold her breath for a few minutes; hardly. "And I don't think it's a bad one."

His soft whisper, and his soft eyes, and his soft hand makes her think it's not a bad one either. Maybe, just maybe if she allowed what those eyes in front of her have been staring at for a few seconds now to touch the object of their desire, maybe it would be worth it. All of it.

But no. No she can't. That would mean being selfish and that, she isn't. So she hold her gaze a little longer, suffocating through his and open once more her now trembling lips, letting nothing but a weak murmur "I will ruin you...".

His lips now so close to hers, light up into another smile, a soft, endearing smile. "Please do."

It's not like selfishness can kill, right? At least it's what she tells herself while her lips meets his, her breath quickly forgotten.

Dialogue Responses

"I could ruin you."

"Do it!"

"You wish."

"Yes, please."

"You could try."

"Empty promises."

"I'm already ruined."

"Let's ruin each other."

"And I want you to do it."

"Ruin? You're so dramatic."

"In a kinky way or a bad way?"

Bonus: "So, we're skipping the fixing and dive right into ruining?"

All the Dialogue Responses can be found here.

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BABY RIN 🤍

Blue Lock S2E9

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

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whatever you do, do not let me think about pro boxer!kageyama and his personal physician!reader who has to tend to his injuries during and after a fight and also keep a close eye on him during his training. definitely do not wanna think about you teasing him after the first round of a big fight, stitching a cut by his eye and telling him in that sweet, soft voice of yours that cuts through all the noise of the jeers and cheers from the crowd. you tell him "don't let him land any hits to your face, ok? it would make me sad to see your pretty face get all busted up."

that's what he's known as. the pretty boy boxer. he doesn't like the teasing from the media, but when it comes from you, he takes it for the compliment it is. the announcers are commentating on how kageyama seems to be putting up an even stronger guard, being incredibly defensive over his face. when he finally knocks out his opponent and the interviewers are asking him what's with the sudden change in his fighting style, he's letting them know that the girl he likes told him he can't let anyone touch his pretty face or else it'd make her sad. and if she got sad, things would've gone a lot worse for his opponent.

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kabus ... the second two are from older sketches and i polished them for my rp twt.

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Commonly misused phrases!

idioms or sayings that people say more often than they write, so when they write it it's usually wrong.

Once in a while, not 'once and a while.'

Per se, not 'per say.'

For all intents and purposes, not 'for all intensive purposes'

Irregardless is not a word, actually, it's either 'regardless' or 'in regards'. ir- as a prefix means 'without' but so does the suffix 'less'. So if you write 'irregardless' you are writing 'without a lack of regard' which means 'in regards to.' double negative, yeah?

By and large, not 'by in large'.

I could care less vs I couldn't care less. First one means 'yeah I don't mind it, it's whatever.' second one (correct) means "I fucking hate that thing my opinions are in the basement of hell."

"leaves much to be desired" correctly is "lacking in appearance/utility", not "beautiful." What it means is, "that thing is so bad, it does not satisfy my aesthetic/utilitarian needs for it and I desire something better." not, "I desire that thing so much because it's gorgeous."

"Leaving little to the imagination" means you can see/understand all of it. it does not mean 'modest', idk which one of you fucks started that but no. wrong. A sweater leaves a lot to the imagination because you can't see any of the person. Lingerie leaves 'little to the imagination' because you can see everything, you don't have to imagine it. in terms of understanding, 'little to the imagination' would be a very thorough explanation rather than a vague outline.

if you have any others you want me to include, lmk!

xox byeeee

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The prophecy foretold that The Great Evil would awaken 1000 years after his original defeat. As it turns out, the people took this very seriously, so when he awakened, he was met with an army of blessed knights, an evil containment system, and two dozen automated holy turrets aimed at him.

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Oh, how do I explain...? - Aomine Daiki x Reader

best friend's brother and meet ugly - for @tsxkishimx for the Milestone Event Week 1

Your best friend picks up right away.

“Hey, what’s new with you?” You ask, hoping she won’t hear the light quiver in your voice.

“Nothing much.” She yawns. “Why are you calling, though? Did you rip your pants again and need an explanation on how to stitch them back up the fastest way?”

“No! And that happened over a year ago, why do you have to bring that up all the time?”

“Because.” You can hear the grin in her voice. “Now tell, what’s going on?”

“I might not be single anymore.”

“Shut up!” She cries out before gathering herself again. “Okay, I’m all ears. Who? When? How?”

“Well,” you cringe, glad she can’t see your face. “You know him.”

“Oh, is it Steve?”

“It’s not Steve.” From across the room, Daiki’s head shoots up. He’d been pretending not to listen in, but you can tell he’s doing anything but. 

“Steve?” He mouths in your direction and you shake your head at him. 

“Thank god,” your best friend comments with relief. “He’s kinda weird. But I know them?”

“Yeah,” you can’t help sounding a little miffed now. “There are guys who think I’m cute, you know!”

“Sure, sure. But Kuroko is taken and you think Kagami is overrated, so-”

“Why would you think-” You cut yourself off before you can say that name out loud, knowing Daiki will most likely wreak havoc at the thought of it. “I’ll tell you how we met and you’ll probably guess it from there.”

“Oh, an iconic entrance. You’re known for that.”

“Shut up!” You groan, almost more to Daiki than to her because he’s now taking a place on the Couch next to your feet, brows furrowed, still focused on the Steve topic.

You pull a threat from the inseam of your hoodie and play with it as you recollect that fated first meeting.

-

“Bathroom is down the hallway, the second door to the right.” Your friend says as she sends you your merry way.

“Okay,” you hop along, a little too energetic for this late hour but your friend has sweets at home whereas your mom is more fond of almonds and raisins for snacks.

Whistling, you open the bathroom door with flourish only to come face to face with a boy. A very much naked boy.

You squeak and he flinches back, tripping on a crumpled-up towel on the floor and falling backward.

“Close the door,” he yells at you and you do just that, though your brain’s too focused on panicking to do all the other necessary steps.

“And get out!” He groans from somewhere behind you.

“Oh, sure, yes.” You scramble for the door again, this time to step outside as well only to realize that there’s still unfinished business.

You knock softly. “I need to use the toilet though.”

“That’s the next door!” Comes his muffled reply.

-

“Well,” you clear your throat awkwardly. “We met when I accidentally walked in on him when he got out of the shower.”

Your friend laughs. “Oh my god, is that your theme now? I remember when you did that with Daiki, that was hilarious.”

“It was no fun at all,” Daiki grumbles, low enough you barely catch it but your friend has the ears of a bat, it seems.

“Who’s that?” She asks and your breath hitches in your throat.

“N-no one.”

“Oh, is your boyfriend with you? Let me say hi!”

You’re still hesitating when you see Daiki move forward as if to grab your phone so you react on instinct.

“N-no, you have to guess first.”

“Oh,” she sounds a little dejected. “How long have you been crushing on them?”

Daiki stops, a Cheshire cat grin growing on his face as you grow even more flustered.

“That’s a mean question,” you tell your friend but she doesn’t want to hear any of that.

“Nonsense. I know you better than he ever will. Tell me, how long have you been crushing on him?”

-

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Your new best friend asks. 

Two days you know each other now and you’ve already decided that you’ll be best friends forever, no matter where life takes you. 

Thank god the teacher put you two next to each other in class.

“Yeah,” you duck your head between your shoulders. “There’s a guy in school that’s really cute.”

“Really? From our class?”

You shake your head. “No. He’s a third year. He’s going to go to Middle School next year.”

“Oh,” she sounds sympathetic and you like her even more. 

At least she understands how much it will hurt to have the only cute guy in school leave after just one year.

“Who do you like?” You ask and she opens her little notebook to show you a cut out from a magazine.

“He’s really pretty,” you tell her, admiring her choice until you find a familiar face amongst all those cutouts.

“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing at it. How does she have a picture of your crush?

“Oh? That’s my big brother Daiki. He’s so annoying.”

-

“Since Primary School?” Your best friend's voice echoes through the room. Daiki’s face changes into something you can’t really pronounce but his hand curls around your ankle like a promise, a gesture so soft it’s almost surprising.

“But the only guy you liked back then was- OH MY GOD!”

You cringe but it’s too late. 

“Am I on speaker? Please tell me I’m on speaker.”

“You’re on speaker,” Daiki adds before you can say anything.

“You’re such an ass!” She tells him. “I’ve been trying to set you guys up for years and you get together in the only week I’m not around?”

“Why do you think we managed? It was so much easier without your ugly mutt interfering.”

“You take that back-”

“Can we just be happy?” You cut in. “Please?”

“Hmph.” They both grunt in unison, too alike all of a sudden.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? No. I’m elated. I’m just pissed my brother didn’t let me know anything. At least you’re keeping me up to date. I want all the details when I’m back from my trip, okay?”

“Sure.”

“And Daiki, if you hurt her, I’m going to make sure Mom and Dad know!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves her off, cutting the line at the same time. “As if I’d let that happen.”

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no seriously, one autograph signing from kaneshiro later and the itoshi brothers went from absolute angst to meme central. the theories that sae was doing all this to help rin improve and that their relationship parallels itachi/sasuke just flew out the window and reduced them to the tw: miscommunication tag on ao3. this is the best possible news of my life, honestly

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Mark the electrician has been here for five minutes and he’s already said “well that’s…weird” twice from the other room and frankly I’m afraid to ask.

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Sending out the love to all my fellow donut-house-builders.

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A pair of pair of scissors