#Awkward K

[brianskangs]

chaer: *says something* yk: ???????? 😲😲😲

[gigglesoup]

*poses awkwardly in public* 🫦

[oceanwithouthermoon]

this is kubosai but neither have ever kissed anyone

[dinasangel]

IF YOU WANT .

cowgirl!abby x reader

summary ; after having seemingly nothing ahead of you for what felt like years but was really just months, your mother finds a new opportunity for you, a new purpose to linger in your life, but is it made for you?

cw ; switch!abby, switch!reader, slow burn, southern au, eventual smut, abby denying her feelings for the longest time ever, hair braiding!! , catching butterflies, will-they-won't-they, arguments but coming from a nice place , closeted/unsure!abby, sharing a bed, slight homophobia, teaching abby how to play a piano, cuddling on accident and on purpose, slight praise kink from both sides, abby teaches you how to ride a horse , dancing!!, baking, injury , reader is scared of dogs ok , NO use of y/n , rrrrrr idk this will probs be added to

a/n ; is it ok that i added stuff to the content warning that'll be in future chapters just not this one and isn't all smutty stuff or is that not ok????? also sorry the caps are ugly i feel improper without them.

A slick heat beat down on your hair, snuffing any previously made attempts at improving it's state, and the journey you had just taken had worn you of any care for it by this point. Growing up in England only made matters worse, severely unpreparing you for this sort of weather, and you dreaded the fact that this was all you'd be feeling for who knows how long. Suitcases were hauled from your mother's car , safely situated at your side before she brought you into a crushing hug, one that had you groaning at the pressure.

"Make sure you write, you know how worried me and your father'll be." She said sternly, hands holding your shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I will." You replied just as adamantly.

"Okay, good. You make sure you have fun now, okay? Oh , and remember-" your mother rambled on , which you were sure was just her way of keeping you back longer.

"Remember my manners, yeah, I got it." You interrupted. You truly were going to miss her and your father, but you were sure if she was here any longer she might just cave and stay eith you, which you did not want. A warm smile curled against her lips, crows feet appearing at the corners of her eyes.

"Look at you, my sweet girl, all grown up." She sighed dreamily and you couldn't help but grin, eyes rolling lightheartedly.

"Yeah, yeah." You dismissed, bringing her into one last crushing hug before exchanging small 'goodbyes' and 'i love you's' before she reluctantly got back into her car and headed off, leaving you to sit on a bench, awaiting your ride.

Your mother had been friends with a man called Jerry Anderson for longer than you could recall, and after one of their most recent catchups, the topic of you had eventually been picked up. You had always been a good student, exceptional grades whilst maintaining a stable social life and everyone had always expected big things from you, only once you had graduated university, your whole life had come to a standstill and it was starting to look like you'd be living at home forever. That was until Jerry brought up the fact his daughter, Abby, could use some tutoring, and it was settled before you'd even known ; you were going to tutor his daughter.

You didn't know why, nor did you even care really. As long as it gave you something to do with your life , you would do it. Being a picture perfect role model and ending up this way was no short of humiliating , and no amount of concealing it from everyone else could hide the truth from yourself.

"Tsch, what the fuck is this signal?" You groan quietly as you attempt to do anything with your phone to distract you from the boredom looming over your body and the nervousness pooling in your stomach, filling the gaps between you organs in a sickly warm way. Thankfully for you, a truck pulls up , usefully arriving at the exact time discussed. This never would've happened back home. You hate the fact you feel homesick already.

A door opens and you stand up, shaking the hand of the man in front of you. He's taller by a few inches, maybe 3 or 4, hair which is seemingly quite long done up in a neat ponytail and you're almost jealous of the way it sticks better than your hair, messily braided by yourself, a skill you've never mastered. You're sure you could, but between studies and friends and family, you'd never had the time.

"So you're the one who's gonna be putting up with Abs, huh?" He teases playfully with an accent you weren't expecting, sounding far more Spanish than Southern, pulling his hand away to grab your suitcases, an act of chivalry you're not too acquainted with.

"Abs?" You questioned.

"Oh, Abby." He corrected. You nodded in recognition, slightly humiliated you didn't link the two.

"Yeah, I guess." You say, climbing into the passenger seat of his burgundy truck. The seats are slightly worn, objects strewn across here and there, but nothing grotesque. He gets in and starts the engine up before beginning to drive. A heavy silence hangs in the air, once he seems to be a lot more comfortable with in comparison to your agitated state.

"So...what's she like?" You ask reluctantly, unsure on whether making conversation is a food idea. You don't even know him, and you're not sure he's worth getting to know.

"Abby? She's smart, really, just not got the right knowledge to get outta this place. Listens real well too, always got an eye for seeing things about people. She's nice to be around, awkward if you don't know her though. Real funny too, but don't tell her I said that." He explains. His carefree attitude irritates you slightly. This is all business to you.

"Why's she want to leave?" You ask, testing the waters, unsure od where the boundaries lie. Manny shrugs his shoulders.

"I never really asked. Why'd you leave?" He counters, confusing you.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you had this whole life n now you're here, what's up with that?" He explains himself, eyes flicking to you slightly before returning to the road.

You shrug slowly, staring down at the objects you can see here and there.

"Dunno. Just...not much left for me back there, or something." You say vaguely. He doesn't pry, which you like.

"So, what's England like?" He asks.

You find yourself settling into a comfortable conversation with him, the soft sound of music playing on the radio as a mere background noise. You find you don't dislike him as much anymore.

The town is small, definitely smaller than anything you've ever seen, and it's equally shocking how friendly everybody is. Every person you pass says hey or at least waves. It should decrease your nerves and allow you to relax a little, but it has you even more jittery. You're noticing how much you stand out even more as things go on. Most people are dressed in shorts , dresses, tank tops, skirts, anything that let's what little cool breeze circulate their body and suddenly you wish you'd acquired more taste in clothes that go beyond your usual jeans , long or occasionally short sleeved shirt and converse combo. You make sure to make a mental note to go shopping as Manny continues to drive.

A wooden, clearly old house (though better described as a cottage) slowly emerged into view. The paint was cracked in some areas, however other parts looked freshly applied, so, putting two and two together, you assumed there was renovations being done.

"So...how many people, y'know...fit in that?" You asked Manny, unsure there was going to be enough space for everything.

"Oh well, Abby has her own place not too far from here so it's actually just been her dad." He explained as they pulled up into the dirt driveway before getting out. You went for your suitcases, slightly protective over them in such a unfamiliar setting, but Manny was quick to wave you off, getting them out himself. You followed awkwardly behind, unsure of yourself ; wondered if it was too late to turn back now.

"Manny, hey!" Jerry called out, leaving his position on the couch to wrap Manny up in a hug before holding his hand out to you.

"Hey, it's so good to see you." Jerry greeted politely. You have a slight smille, your mother's words lingering in the back of your mind.

"You too."

"I'll go check on your room. D'you want a drink or anything?" He asked to which you shook your head.

"No thank you."

"Alright." He said before heading upstairs, leaving your eyes to scan the house. The place was well painted, a stark contrast to the outside of the house. Lace curtains adorned almost every window, walls covered in random paintings, some hand drawn personally, some purchased from nearby stores. A few coffee mugs lay out, a couple records here and there. It was warm, obviously lived in and taken care of. The wooden floorboards creaked slightly as you slowly moved along, trying to remain inconspicuous and subtle in your curiousness which felt lot like snooping to you. Your fingers reached out to run along the record player held on a tidy shelf, only filled otherwise with a plant and some cds for the car before you heard scrambling paws on wood and, before you could even move, a dog jumping up at you.

Your first instinct was to instantly recoil, retracting your hand back as you stepped back unsteadily. You did not like dogs. Small ones were tolerable at the most, but big ones were crossing the line by a mile, and this was a big dog. In all reality it just wanted to play and was excited by the presence of somebody new, but you couldn't consider that right now.

"Hey, Alice, c'mon, get down." A soft , almost silky smooth voice laughed awkwardly, a voice you were not yet familiar with. The dog - Alice - retreated, allowing you to look up qt the woman who had just entered. Dirty blonde hair, probably considerably long however the proper length went undetermined due to it being tied up in a tight braid. She was a little like an ox ; viisibly muscular, slightly taller by 3 inches , yet her demeanour was anything but. Her hand reached out to yours. You stared at it, unmoving.

"Hey, s' good to see you. I'm Abby." She greeted as warmly as she could. Abby. The girl you were tutoring. Your lack of movement and response caused her to pull her hand back awkwardly.

"Not much of a hand shaker?" She asked, clearly desperate to fill the silence hanging in the air like thick fog, threatening to suffocate the two of you.

"Not really." You lied, knowing full well you could still feel the texture of everyone's hands you had shaken on your skin (yes, everyone was two people). Today seemed to be going your way for a split second as Jerry came in, however all hope was quickly disintegrated.

"So uh, bad news. There's been a leakage in one of the pipes , the one right above your room and I wouldn't wanna make you stay in that." He explains, features and tone nothing but apologetic.

"Oh." You say. If a long journey with an over-emotional mother and heat that had your clothes sticking to you in the mosf uncomfortable ways humanely possible wasn't bad enough, this was the final tipping point.

"We can pay for you to stay at a motel for you for now but-"

"She can stay with me?" Abby interrupts, quick to add onto her words for a reason you can't quite place your finger on.

"Cause, y'know, she's my tutor and all so it's just easier than going back and forth to different houses and I can take the couch." She explains, rambling on and on incessantly, hands moving and curving. It'd be annoying if you weren't so exhausted.

"Okay yeah, if that's okay with you?" Jerry asked you to which you shrugged absentmindedly.

"Sure." You agreed.

If you thought the silence in the house around two other people was bad, you were infinitely wrong. Being sat next to someone you barely know in dead silence, only provided the whirring of the car to fuel your thoughts, was a nightmare. You could briefly notice her opening her mouth every so often , and you assumed that she was going to ask why you were here and for some reason couldn't. Her eyes constantly flicked to you, desperate you would say something first to do you both a favour. You didn't.

"So uh, why'd you-" she began.

"Hey, Abby? I really don't want to be rude but, I'm exhausted." You interrupted, pleading with everything in you that she would take the hint and be quiet, which thankfully, she did. You almost felt bad. Almost.

The rest of the car journey was done in silence, and you didn't even bother looking at her house nor examining the contents of it as though you were doing a quick in-and-out shopping trip, walking in and being lead up to her room , suitcases placed down before she rambled on about something you couldn't even grasp the concept of the second she opened her lips to speak.

"Um, anyways, g'night." She murmured, awkwardly going to leave the room. Watching her walk out of the door like a dog with it's tail between it's legs was enough for you to give in and soothe her nerves slightly with an exaggerated sigh.

"Hey Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

It was the first time you'd seen her smile or look even slightly relaxed all day.

[thespiritlessghost]

probably thinking about holding his hand or something idk

[oceanwithouthermoon]

imagine the psychickers finding out about kubosai flirting and crushing on each other, so they observe for longer and its... really obvious. but neither of them are making big enough moves, so they try to help set them up..

but kusuo refuses to even admit it when they ask about it.. so they go to AREN instead and that boy is an absolute open book when it comes to his feelings (ESPECIALLY when it comes to romance) so they manage to get him to admit his crush pretty easily..

but hes like "im not even sure he likes me! hes always awkward when i try to flirt and he doesnt really reciprocate.. ive been waiting for him to give me a sign he likes me back, but he hasnt.."

and the psychickers are like oh girl... him being awkward and NOT completely avoiding you literally IS him reciprocating..

WAITING FOR HIM TO GIVE YOU A SIGN?? my brother in christ do you have any idea who youre talking about.. he could be madly in love with you and still deny it to high hell and never do anything about it..

they tell him about the year before when saiki had a crush on satou and he found out his favorite music, comics, and drink and just stood at the school gate with those things to try and get his attention.. and was so upset when it didnt work.. and aiura prob told kusuo that it OBVIOUSLY didnt work because it was creepy and he should just TALK to him instead, and kusuo was just like.. why tf would i do that..

so now arens eyes are OPENED and he actually has to DO something

[tgsilcosynxbelu3]

will hates eye contact - he sees too much and then doesn't see enough. professionally speaking, it’s inconvenient to sympathise w people when you need to be objective, especially in his line of work lol. plus it’s uncomfortable to do sth so intimate when you have an empathy disorder and don’t wanna build a connection.

initially, will also refused to look into hannibal’s eyes because of that - he wants nothing to do with hannibal. but as their bond “organically” strengthens, will grows more and more attached. even after knowing what hannibal is, will couldn’t stop looking - he wants to know more about hannibal, or needs to, idk what he tells himself. he wants clarity - about hannibal, about them, about himself. later in the show, he avoided eye contact w hannibal, not wanting to be figured out or to figure himself out - feeling calm, normal, great even, in that situation is too ugly a thought and he's not ready for that yet. after everything that transpired, he is never mortified by what he sees, he is mortified because he isn’t. eventually mortification fades as he came to terms w his own bloodlust, and i think that’s extremely beautiful.

side notes: i think it would be really powerful for hannigram to kiss w their eyes closed. not just because it’s naturally romantic ofc, but also because that would mean absolute acceptance. like no need for further trying to figure each other out, just mentally and physically embracing their own horrifying nature. feel free to use this in a fic btw, i’m not a good enough writer yet to write a hannigram fic but i would love to read one w this idea!!

oh and idk about will making eye contact in general, yk, with other people, like idk if he looks into people's eyes more than before but i def see him avoiding eye contact when he tryna keep to himself so i'd say normally he still isn't the biggest fan of that

(honestly i found these pics and gifs on pinterest idk who the og owners are but if i could find them i would totally give them credit)

[krynutsreal]

bad joke

[petrovna-zamo]

This was cute

[cult-of-the-eye]

Read this absolutely amazing little story about businessmen who got broken up with over the holidays you know the hallmark movie trope (linked below) and all I can think about is jmart...Jon's a hotshot London lawyer whos been working those long hours to get that promotion for him and Georgie's future and then she up and leaves for 2 weeks before Christmas to go back to like Mistletoe Grove or whatever because she needs to get back to her roots and he's like preparing to propose and thinks her hometown would be the best place so he drives over and sees her like laughing with her old friend Martin and he's like oh. And then while moping in a barn or whatever Martin appears and he's like trying to make conversation and then Jon like erupts like FUCK YOU I can't believe you STOLE my fucking GIRLFRIEND and Martin's like uh...um...that's...um...I'm gay? And Jon's like oh...shit...and Martin's like ...this is really weird of me to say but could i tell you something...and jon just nods and martin takes a breath and really quickly says...if you're gonna be worried about your girlfriend then it's probably Melanie in the wood working shop and Jon's like OF fucking COURSE it's Melanie from the wood working shop and now he has to stay to try and mitigate these circumstances not for any other ugly Christmas jumper clad reason nope, cut to Christmas themed shenanigans as Jon slowly realises its not georgie who he wants to take back home with him...

[k-yujin]

read the tags !! // officially quit

[accidentallyatekneecaps]

Kaidou and saiki are so both trans besties

Like they get each other

Also this may be my first time mentioning this here but kaidou is and will always be trans in my head it makes so much sense to me

[weaponizedducks]

much as i love merlin and arthur they were NOT the blueprint. they were very nearly the blueprint, but the actual og's were from a book written in 1862 by Victor Hugo. that's right. it's enjolras and grantaire. the timeline goes exr-merthur-firstprince

[annadeef]

I prommy I don't need "XD comments" at every cutscene

[keicordelle]

I have Thoughts about Momo's hair and how it firmly places him as an intermediary between Yuki and Ban. Blue for Ban, white for Yuki. And also how that may or may not play into Yuki being sandwiched by Momo and Ban in terms of their numbers: 100 - 1000 - 10.000. And there's probably something else there Ban focused that I'm missing because i feel like that would complete the trinity really nicely, and that would be very fitting for the three of them

Then again maybe there's something to be said about Ban not having a center-of-the-sandwich moment. Momo and Yuki both can't let him go: Yuki can't help but be drawn to him -- it's in his very essence to chase after him and pine for him -- while Momo makes a conscious decision to bridge the gap between them.

And Momo can't help the similarities to Ban -- his hair is blue naturally that's just who he is. But he goes out of his way to add the white. To be the intermediary

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saiki kusuo using nonverbal ways to say "i love you" to his mom growing up because she knew it was hard for him to say it out loud so they created some sort of system for it

she knows he loves her cuz he shows it all the time but its nice to be reassured as a mother, and he wants to say it but it feels unnatural for him..

they thought about sign language but kusuo found it too obvious and embarrassing, plus he didnt want to have to actually grab her attention before saying it because that was almost as embarrassing as just saying it out loud, so he doesnt do that but his parents still use it with him sometimes (they arent fluent in sign, they just know simple phrases like "i love you" "im here" "are you okay") even though kusuo can literally hear their thoughts so he hears the phrases out loud anyway

morse code was also too complicated for his parents and also too long to be convenient.. his dad jokingly brought up slow blinking like kusuos a cat and kusuo almost actually considered it before snapping out of it and vehemently refusing lmfao..

so they just kind of make up a short gesture thats unique to them, like a triple pat or tap anywhere, and both hearing it and feeling it means i love you..

usually its three pats on the shoulder, or on the back during a hug, or taps on the hand.. but when kusuo doesnt want to touch or be touched, its just three taps on the dinner table, or on his door while hes going to bed, or just on the wall next to them..

its VERY nice for kurumi cuz her son goes from never saying i love you to "saying" it almost every day..

theres definitely some sort of memorabilia of the first time kusuo actually says i love you out loud..... like a date written in a picture frame or on a note on the fridge or something LMFAO

okay anyway, its something you constantly hear/see in their house and their friends pick up on it but dont know what it means.. they theorize that its some kind of code or just a habit they picked up from each other.. their theory solidifies as it being some sort of compulsive habit when they notice that kusuo has started to do it while hanging out with THEM occasionally, like three taps on his ramen bowl during an outing, quickly tapping someones hand three times while passing something to them, three soft pats on the lunch table every time one of their friends sits down and hes having a good day, etc..

so obviously one day he gets exposed when his mom mentions their little system offhandedly and everyone looks over at kusuo like (´⊙ω⊙`) and bros just standing there like a dog caught doing something embarrassing, tail between his legs☠️