#If you don't want to do it. that's fine. but at most trying (who knows. reblogging three or four times) would be good. I would be very happy

[nochepsicodelica]

"Stop. Moving," Toji groans, sleepily, as he tightens his arms around you and buries his face into your back. This is the third time you try to wake him up by shifting on the bed and he is not having it.

"It's time to wake up, Toji. If you don't want to get up, you can stay here while I go make us breakfast."

Toji hums in disapproval. "What's the point in staying behind if you're not gonna be here? Let's just..." he sighs, nuzzling his face into your back, getting comfy, again. "...stay in bed a little longer. Let me keep you like this for a few more hours- minutes. I said minutes."

"Baby," you say, through a laugh. "It's almost ten. I know that if you could, you would stay in bed all day-"

"We would stay in bed all day," he corrects, his voice a low grumble.

"We would stay in bed all day," you repeat. "But... I want breakfast, and I know you'll want breakfast, too, once you smell all the food. I know how much you love your bacon," you add, trying to persuade him.

"Brunch sounds better," he mutters, stomping on your argument.

"No, breakfast sounds better," you argue, to which he groans, dramatically—almost childishly. "Oh my god, Toji," you say, in utter disbelief of the way he's acting.

"Shh... let's sleep," he murmurs.

You sigh, defeated. "Five minutes. That's all you get. Five more minutes." Toji doesn't even respond, too busy dozing off to make the most of these measly fives minutes, you "generously" offered. And, yes, you were generous, because five minutes became ten minutes, and then fifteen, until you reached the limit you had set—twenty minutes.

After the twenty minutes, you start moving around a little. You flip onto your back to get a look at the sleeping hulk that's been clinging to you. He just adjusts to the new position, not bothered in the slightest as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Toji," you call, softly, waiting a few seconds to see if he reacts. When his steady breathing is still all you hear, you decide to try again. "Bear," you call, dragging your fingertip along the slope of his nose. "Wake up," you murmur when his brows pull together. "Hi, baby," you coo, smiling when he just blinks his sleep-ridden eyes.

"That didn't feel like five minutes," he mumbles, his voice raspy.

"It was twenty," you respond, a soft laugh following. You press a kiss to the top of his head and watch the way he subtly eases up a little more. The crease between his brows is gone, now. "Let's go have breakfast, alright? Some coffee will do you good."

"Fine," he grumbles, before rising slowly from where he lays on you, like he weighs tons.

You turn over to see the subtle jut of his lips, a small detail that never fails to make you laugh when he doesn't get what he wants.

"What's that thing you always say to me? 'If you keep pouting, I'm gonna kiss you'," you say, mimicking his voice.

"I'm gonna kiss you," he mutters under his breath, like the grumpiest bear.

"Ooo, I'm sooo scared," you say, your voice doused with sarcasm. "Please, don't do it. I definitely don't want you to kiss me," you jest, smiling to yourself as you walk towards the door. Your hand doesn't even reach the doorknob, before you're caged against the wooden slab. Two enormous hands rest on the door, preventing you from getting it open. He's discovered a loophole that gets you to be the one who wants to kiss him.

"Pay the Toji Tax," he murmurs, tiredly.

"Now, why would I do that? I haven't asked you for help with anything," you argue.

"You need my help getting the door open," he says, matter-of-factly.

"I don't need your help getting the door open. You just need to move out of the way so that I can open it."

"So, ask me to move. Simple, no?"

"Can you pretty please, with a cherry on top move so that I can open the door and make us breakfast?" You plead, your voice monotonous.

"Sure, for three kisses," he says, naming his price.

"It's unfair to Toji Tax me when you're the one keeping both of us from getting out."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but you either pay the price or you rot in here with me until your precious little breakfast time turns into brunch, or even lunch time. Hell, dinner time might even roll around."

You turn around, slowly, your expression contemplative. A hum, just as mindful, reaches Toji's ears.

"You'd starve both of us for three kisses?" You question, your expression unchanging from its depiction of disbelief.

"Shamelessly and repeatedly. You wanna make it seem like kissing me is a job, I can play along and treat it that way. You can't go until you finish your task, and if you do it wrong, you get to do it again."

"Tojiii," you whine.

"Babyyy," he mocks, smirking at your rising impatience.

"Fine," you agree, bending to his will. You reach out to cup his face, but Toji takes a step back before you can touch him.

"What did I just say about getting it wrong? You really don't wanna kiss me, do you?"

"I do," you argue.

"Well, it doesn't feel like it. Seems like you just wanna get it over with so that i'll let you open the door."

"I'm sorry. I do wanna kiss you."

"How bad?" He pokes, loving the way you tilt your head, your expression unamused. "Plead your case, ma. How bad do you wanna kiss me?"

"So bad," you utter.

"Don't believe it," he responds, not moved enough by your words.

"Toji, I wanna kiss you so bad," you repeat.

"No, you don't," he denies. "I'm not feeling how much you wanna kiss me."

"Baby," you start, your voice exaggeratedly sentimental, your gaze filled with a saccharine amount of love. "I wanna kiss you so damn bad. It's not even funny."

"The way you're making it up is funny, though," he fires back. He's having a ball with this, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from cracking. Then, he sees you powering up, getting ready to go full siren. "You got it," he says, encouraging your theatrics.

With a deep inhale, the show commences.

"Pleaseeee! Oh god, please, please, the prettiest of pleases," you cry out. "If you love me—shit—if you value puppy lives... Oh my goodness, I can't even get it out. It's... it's too much. My desire-" you break out of your own drama scene to release a cackle at your word choice. "My... desire to kiss you..." you press your lips together, finding it difficult to hold it together when you see how entertained Toji looks. You use it to your advantage, adding a little head shake and dragging yourself down on the door, appearing to have crumbled to the ground. "I can't contain it. I just... I can't. Please," you whisper, weakly, looking up at Toji, pathetically, from where you sit on the floor.

Toji is very familiar with your dramatic fits, but this one takes the cake. You stunned him for a solid ten seconds. He peers down at you, his hands still planted on the door.

"And you called me dramatic earlier. Did you hear yourself just now? All that for some kisses?"

"Not just any kisses. Your kisses," you respond, with a satisfied smile and a nod.

"Get up," he commands, offering you his hands for assistance in standing up. You take them and push yourself up and off the ground, smiling softly when your hands remain in Toji's. He loves when you look at him like that—with your eyes all shiny and that smile on your lips that expresses the joy you find in these ridiculous moments with him. In one fell swoop, you pull his arms around you and reciprocate the gesture, giving him a big squeeze. Obviously, to him, it's anything but a big squeeze, but it brings a smile to his face anyway.

"Please, let me make you breakfast," you plead.

"You still have to kiss me," he insists.

You smile as you take half a step back to be able to see him. Stubborn as ever, he still really wants his kisses.

"Come here, baby," you call, your voice so sweet that it's almost a coo. You outstretch your hands in preparation for cupping his cheeks.

"Mmm... I like that," he murmurs, lips pulled into a smirk as he tightens his arms around you a little more and starts leaning in. "Three kisses, pretty, but you know I won't complain if you want to give me more."

"We'll see," you tease, smiling as your lips connect for the first kiss. Your hands gently mold into the softness of his cheeks, your fingertips grazing his jaw. It's soft, sweet, a little impatient on both ends, but controlled for the most part. Like you're kissing without a limit, that second kiss is easily melted into and attained, leading you to the third and supposed final one.

Once that one concludes, you decide to be nice and reward him with a bonus kiss. This one lasts longer, and you hum into it, like kissing him is your favorite thing to do in the world. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks a couple times, before you release him with a loud "mmmwah!" and step back, releasing an irrepressible giggle.

"Give me another one, just like that," he requests, taking that step towards you, again. "Come on," he pleads, grabbing your hands and pulling them up to place them on his face. "One more, doll?" His hands lower to your waist, and when you smile and roll your eyes, he knows he's won.

"Alright, only one more, bear," you comply, standing on your tippy toes to meet his lips one. last. time.

Once your lips brush against his, you hold them there for a few seconds. No movement, nothing crazy, just warm softness. You can feel yourself wanting to laugh, but you hold it together for a few a couple more seconds. After you do the same "mmmwah!" sound, you finally let your soft laugh out.

Toji smirks, his gaze darting between your eyes and the lips he just kissed, as he unwinds his arms from your waist and steps back, giving you the space to open the door and let both of you out.

"Toji Tax paid. You can open the door now," he says, grinning contentedly at the way you press your lips together in amusement, before turning around and pulling the door open.

Breakfast would be yet another task and a half for you to complete. With Toji trailing back and forth after you in the small kitchen area, refusing to be anywhere you weren't, you're surprised nothing ended up burning.

[isuggestforcefem]

What I'm about to say is going to sound absolutely fucking insane but I need someone to hear me out on this one and unfortunately you are that person. Delete this if you want but I need someone to know what was revealed to me via divine intervention. This is gonna be a long one

I, as a cis boy, think the optimal strategy is to transition into a femme-presenting trans man or a lesboy or whatever you want to call it.

Now, you may be thinking, "what the fuck????" That's fair. I'm gonna try and break it down for you anyway.

I don't see anything wrong with being a boy. I'm fine as it is. However, I think being a girl could potentially be neat. So I transition into a girl, get estrogen and bottom surgery and whatnot, and bada-bing, bada-boom.

However, I can already convincingly pass as a girl. My voice is pretty androgynous and I have what some would consider a feminine build. Narrow shoulders, long hair, the works. I could still easily go by he/him even if I took estrogen because I'm already pretty androgynous.

"Why transition in the first place?" you might be asking, and I have a very simple reason for this. I want to be a lesbian. I literally cannot picture myself to be intimate with a woman as a man, and I've learned a lot about dating women from the best: lesbians. I want to follow in their footsteps and idolize women in sapphic doodles like the many lesbians before me. I also think I'm overdue for a much-needed hardware update.

Now, why would I still want to pass as a man? Well, as much as I love boobs, I don't think they suit me. Maybe a little bit, but I don't want em too big, y'know? It would also make most social interactions unchanged. I'm still just some guy. I like that energy about me. Also I got some pretty conservative family members. As long as they aren't trying to pull down my pants, I'd still be the same person to them. I'd still be the same person to me, too. I also wouldn't have to change clothes. I already wear what some might mistake for a dysphoria hoodie because it's a pretty thick and large jacket. But I am not giving up those pockets for shit. Also I don't think my skull shape passes too well? It kinda does but in an uncanny valley kinda way. My face can pass but I'm not 100% on the skull.

And, even if I transition, I can still be forcefemmed, but now with so many different layers. I'd still have that femmable egg energy. I could make the detrans kink gender-affirming. I'm still a boymoding trans girl, which is like one of the prime targets from what I've gathered (mainly from this blog). There's so many layers to it, so many things that could be done. I'm starting to think this section is a little too horny for this blog. I can't really tell.

I have contemplated this for roughly six hours and this is what I have. This solution satisfies all the conflicting ideals I have about being trans. I don't think it'd fix transphobia or anything, but I'd probably end up meeting one bigot who thinks I'm trans anyway so I might as well, eh?

Well, I guess I do still have a few problems, such as actually having to care about my looks, the expenses, shaving, ect. But other than that I'd say it's pretty airtight. This might be the new meta

Eggs are inventing new ways to be eggs in my dms I see

[peanutalergy]

would you write something where Spencer finds reader's lost cat and brings it back to her then they keep in touch + they both develop a little crush on each other?

your writing is wonderful!! <3

-🪲

tags: fluff fluff fluff but there's making out (?) idk if that counts as anything; also lots of cursing lowkey; reader is lowk penelope garcia coded

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: tysm for the req that's an adorable idea unfortunately not such great execution from my part also I wrote this in like an hour I'm so exhausted I should go to sleep but whatever I also don't know if this what you meant anon I'm sorry if it's not 😭 yeah I hate this sorry idk what to say it sucks

MISSING CAT

orange, green eyed, really chubby cat, last seen at ~3:30pm on november 9th. he will answer to garfield or little fucker; most likely the latter, despite that not being his name. he's very clingy, he’ll probably come up to you and start rubbing on your leg like the little freak he is but he's actually just a baby who needs his mom (me) so please call this number if you find him.

reward: $10 and a kiss maybe if you’re nice enough

spencer chuckled when he reached the end of the text and saw the adorable picture of a ginger fat cat. he read over the number on the poster, making sure to keep it stored in a folder at the back of his head along with the image of garfield as he returned to his walk.

not even an hour later, when walking past a not-so-nice smelling trash can, he heard some loud purring coming from one of the boxes surrounding it.

if it were any other day, he would have ignored it, guessing it's just another stray cat, but he was still thinking about garfield and his seemingly interesting owner.

“garfield…?” spencer called out from afar. silence. he took a few steps closer, trying to peek over the box while keeping his distance so as to avoid getting jumped at and attacked. “little… fucker…?” he choked over the nickname.

immediately, the animal that had been in his mind since seeing his picture jumped out of the box, purring louder as he started rubbing on spencer’s legs. he chuckled despite being scared.

garfield wasn't nearly as well kept then as he was in the picture, due to the days he had been on the streets. still chubby, but dirty and with a few patches of dried blood in his fur. spencer tried to move away, seeing his pants getting smudged, but the cat just started following him.

spencer pulled out his phone and started dialing the number seen on the poster, still trying to avoid the animal. after a few rings, you picked up.

“hello?...”

“hi, is this garfield’s, uh… owner?”

“yeah, why? have you found him...?”

“i think i did, yeah.”

“oh my god, wait, actually? is he okay? are you serious?” you mumbled excitedly, sitting up from the position you were comfortably lying in, the show on your tv already forgotten.

“i am serious, yeah. i'm just out on a walk, and, uh… he was in a box near a trash can. he's all dirty and bloody, but he seems okay.”

“my poor baby” you said with a pout “where are you? wait– who are you? who do i owe my son’s life to? my savior, my hero?”

“oh, i’m just… just spencer, really.” he said with an awkward chuckle, giving in and leaning down to caress the cat, who immediately leans into his hands as if he's never been pet before, “spencer reid.”

“mm, cool. anyway, where are you? i’m going to pick him up. tell him mommy’s coming. actually maybe don't. don't refer to me as mommy, please.”

“uh, well, i wouldn't mind dropping him off at your place, if you want.”

“i thought you were on a walk? you're gonna walk all the way to my apartment with that fucker in your arms?”

“yeah, so… yeah, actually. does he… is he fine with being carried?”

“oh, totally, he loves uppies, but it's–”

“sorry, what? uppies??” he cut you off, confusion and disbelief clear in his voice.

“yeah…? uppies… like… when you carry an animal? in your arms?...” a bleach and tone, like???

“oh, okay…”

“yeah, so, he loves uppies. but it's just inconvenient, no? carrying him like that? where even are you, dude? is it not far?”

after you tell him your address, spencer decided it's close enough to walk there with an overweight cat in his arms. however, when he took forty minutes to show up at your door, panting and sweaty, you realized that probably wasn't a good idea.

“jesus, man, you could've just said you can't walk that long with this fucker.” you said as you opened the door, letting him in and taking the cat in your arms, talking to him in that tiny, baby voice. “oh my god, my baby, thank you so much. you poor thing. where were you, sweetheart? i missed you so so so much…”

spencer stood awkwardly in the doorway, wiping away the dirt that the animal left in his shirt, as you kept mumbling to him.

it must have been around another half hour before you set him down on the ground again, but when you did so, you looked at spencer and gasped, “oh, where are my manners? i'm so sorry, i forgot you were there. come in, jesus, come on in.”

he walked in, and after offering him a glass of water, you led him to sit on the couch. settling awkwardly beside you, he said “so, uh… is he alright? hurt..?”

“no, he's okay. i mean, as far as i can tell. not a vet, or anything. i don't think the blood is his… although that doesn't make it any less worrying. i'll give his vet a call. maybe stop by the clinic. yeah, i should probably stop by the clinic, shouldn't i?”

“yeah, probably. does he have all his vaccines?”

“of course.”

“still, there's a chance he would have caught a disease or eaten something that could have been infected. it's always good to make sure.”

“yeah, i know. i’ll give them a call, see if they can see us today.” you said, to which spencer replied with a nod, the two of you falling silent for a moment. “oh, right, the reward.”

you stood up and walked to the table, taking your wallet and a $10 bill from it. “there's no need, really… it's okay. don't worry about it” he argued, shaking his head when you offered him the money.

“no, oh my god, no, this is the least i can do. you walked so far, with that little heavy fucker. please, just take this. actually, you deserve more. i can barely handle to hold him for more than a few minutes, i'm not sure how you–” you look him up and down “–managed to walk with him for so long. just take the money.” you mumble, taking another bill from your wallet and handing it to him.

"no, no, really, it's fine, i swear."

"no, stop it. you're not leaving until you take this money."

he took it with a scoff, seeing how you won't take no for an answer.

“i should give you the other part of the reward, too.” you said with a chuckle as you sat back down beside him.

“what, the kiss?” he stammered, shaking his head as his face goes red and his eyes widened slightly.

“yeah, you want it?” he started stuttering when you said that, so before he got a proper word out, you added “nah, man, i'm just joking. i put that there to be funny, i'd never kiss a stranger like that.”

“oh, yeah, that… that makes sense.” he laughed shyly, nodding.

the cat showed up again, and you went back to talking about him, until spencer decided it's time to go home, which was only around a few hours later.

now, you're not sure when that turned into what it is now, but you're glad it did.

maybe it was the day after that, when you took garfield to the groomers, and sent spencer a picture of him when he got home, wearing the cute tie they always give him.

maybe it was when you started sending every picture you took of garfield to spencer.

or maybe it was when you started talking about things unrelated to the animal.

you're not sure. but now, spencer reid is at your place again, wearing a colorful hat and singing happy birthday to your cat.

of course, he's the only other person at the party. he's the only friend you were certain would show up. and that he did, after rambling about how the cat didn’t even know it was his birthday.

“woo hoo!! happy birthday, baby!” you exclaim when the song is over, taking the cat in your arms and giving him kisses.

“yay, happy birthday, garfield!” he says with a chuckle, petting him.

as soon as he starts getting fussy, though, you put him back down on the ground with a giggle, “yeah, yeah, off you go.”

“i did tell you he doesn't know the date he was born in.”

“well, yeah, but at least he's getting plenty of treats.” you shrug as you throw yourself on the sofa along with spencer, taking off the birthday hats and tossing them to the side. “he knows he's loved.”

“i'm sure he does” he mumbles, smiling at you softly.

“thanks, by the way” you mutter after a beat, turning to him and giving him a nod.

“for what?”

“finding him.”

“that was ages ago, you've thanked me 63 times since then.” he says with a laugh.

“it's not enough, though. he's a stupid little cat, i doubt he would have survived more time out there. you saved his life, probably.”

he nods, staying quiet for another moment.

“y'know, there is one way you could thank me.”

“yeah…?” you already know what he's talking about, he already knows that you already know. the blush in his cheeks that showed up as he said that, his fidgety fingers, the way he started avoiding your gaze.

“the, uhm… the other part of the reward…”

you'd tease him, make him actually say it, if it weren't for how anxious he looks. it physically hurts, how awkward he is.

so instead, you move your hands to his shoulders as you lean in to press your lips to his. for a second, you're scared this isn't what he was talking about. you're wondering if you've just screwed up a friendship, until he moves a shy hand up to your face.

he feels scared, at first. he holds your jaw, fingers gently tangling in your hair as he hesitantly kisses you. but when a moment goes by like that, and you move to sit on his lap, straddling his hips, it's like something within him changes.

he starts kissing you like you're the first and last thing he'll ever touch, his hands roaming down your body as he slides his tongue into your mouth. he bites and sucks at your bottom lip while his arms wrap around your waist, and your own arms go around his neck.

but a man can't live only off of his beloved’s lips. unfortunately, humans do need oxygen. so when he needs to pull away to breathe, he does so with a groan.

panting, you stare at each other with a smile, and pressing one quick peck to his lips, you whisper, “thank you.”

"no, thank you.”

[wosospacegirl]

teen!Barca player teaching the Spanish players tik tok slang would be so funny 😂😂

Lost in the Slangverse - barça! teen reader

Summary: Y/n pranks Alexia and Olga by speaking only in Gen Z slang and TikTok memes.

Warnings: Chronic online behaviour and TikTok brainrot.

Word count: 2.1k

notes: sorry but I changed it a bit to include Olga

..

“I don't understand why I should do that,” Y/n whispered to Vicky and Jana. “Why don't you do it?”

The three girls were standing in a circle in the corner of the changing room. Training had just ended, and they were all sweaty and gross.

It didn't help y/n's already grumpy mood when Jana pulled her arm out of nowhere when she was getting ready to get in the shower.

Jana had said it was something urgent, and Vicky, who was by her side, had nodded along.

Y/n’s eyes almost got stuck in her skull when Vicky said they wanted Y/n to make a TikTok video with Alexia using gen slang that Alexia most definitely didn't know.

The girls now were arguing but kept their voices low, so the senior girls wouldn’t overhear them behind the lockers.

“Because you're the good kid! An angel! The apple of Alexia’s eyes’’ Vicky said, smiling enthusiastically.

“Me? The apple of Alexia’s eyes?” Y/n asked, confusion on her face as she pointed to herself. “She made me run 2 kilometres last night as a punishment because I talked back to Olga.”

“Well… maybe not the good kid then,” Jana said. “But the best kid between us three, nonetheless.”

“Yeah,” Vicky agreed with Jana. “ if Jana or I do it, they'll know something’s up.”

“Exactly! Plus, you're closer to Alexia, so you can say stuff without it looking suspicious!” Jana added. “You’ll make more content.”

“I'll look suspicious either way,” Y/n said, narrowing her eyes “I don't even stay on my phone that much, they'll notice that.”

“You realise you are a shame for every teenager out there, right?” Jana asked deadpan. “What are you going to say next, that you and Olga knit on Friday nights?”

Y/n blushed because…yes. They did that. She lifted a finger, ready to defend herself, but Vicky interrupted her, disappointment on her face.

“Just..stop being boring for once in your life? Please?” Vicky said. 

Vicky gave Y/n her best puppy eyes.

“Come on, Y/n, we are for lifers, right?” Jana stood next to Vicky with, the same big, puppy eyes.

“Ugh…fine, wherever,” Y/n said, crossing her arms. “I’ll do it, but you're helping me with my homework next week–and the next.“

“Deal!” they both said, grinning, victory on their faces.

“And you are the ones picking up the balls after training,” Y/n added. “I hate doing that…Pina always kicks them far away on purpose.” 

“Alright by us,” the girls agree, almost in a singing tone. 

“And I won't help Cat out of its costume for a month! It will be all you two.”

“O-okay?” Vicky and Jane said, less enthusiastic. 

Now they were wondering how much this TikTok really cost.

“Y/n!” Alexia called from the other side of the room.

“I have to go,” Y/n whispered, but before she could leave their hiding spot, Alexia bumped into her.

 “Oh, there you are,’ Alexia said with a smile" "Let's go ho—wait, you didn’t shower yet?”

Alexia looked at Y/n as if she came back from the sty, when-in truth–she was just a little sweaty. 

Y/n looked up and tried to act casual, leaning on her elbow in one of the lockers. It belonged to Aitana…she hated when people got close to her locker.

“Hm, no I didn't,” Y/n looked around trying to find an excuse. “We were way  too busy talking about–”

“School,” Y/n finally said. Good, a safe choice.

“Football,” Vicky chimed in. Also good, and very convincing. 

“You!” Jana blurted out. Horrible, terrible choice.

The two of them shot Jana an annoyed look, rolling their eyes.

‘What, Jana?’ Vicky mouthed, trying to turn her body from Alexia so she couldn't read her lips. ‘Talking about Alexia?’

‘Tonta,” [stupid] Y/n mouthed back, rolling her eyes, before turning to Alexia, who was still looking confused.

“Sorry, Ale, we were really busy here…socialising,” Y/n said. “I’ll shower when we get home.”

“Mm, okay,” Alexia said, still puzzled. “Grab your stuff. We’re picking up Olga on the way home.”

..

As Alexia and Y/n made their way through Barcelona’s car park, Y/n was happily skipping, heading to the passenger’s seat in Alexia's car.

“Nope, kid,” Alexia said, pushing Y/n’s backpack toward her. “We’re picking up Olga. She’s going in the passenger seat.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” Alexia said, pointing to the back seat. “You go there.”

It was a perfect opportunity. 

Y/n took her phone very stealthily and pressed record, keeping it close to her body so Alexia wouldn't see it. 

“Simp.”

“What?” Alexia asked, turning her head to Y/n. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Y/n asked, pretending she didn’t know what Alexia was talking about.

“What you just called me.”

“Oh, simp? It means you're a lost puppy when it comes to Olga.”

Alexia blushed. “Hey, I’m not like that.”

“Beta energy,” Y/n added, rolling her eyes.

“Beta? Are you speaking in code?”

“Nah, just speaking facts.” Y/n shrugged. “Are you gonna drive or leave Olga waiting?”

Alexia looked at Y/n weirdly but got in the car and began driving. Y/n’s phone was still in her hand, ready to film the next part of her–or well–Jana and Vicky’s prank.

Olga was working in a modelling event today, but she was already waiting for them when Alexia parked the car in front of the studio.

“Hi, girls,” Olga said, getting in and kissing Alexia on the lips. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” Alexia said, putting her hand on Olga’s tight. “We did some strength training, speed…all of that”

“Yeah, no cap, it was the worst.” Y/n chimed in while looking out the window and humming to the song playing. One direction. Oldie but goldie.

“No cap?” Olga asked, turning to Y/n, a frown on her face,

“Yeah,” Y/n said, adjusting her earbud. “No cap, training was like…brutal.”

“Okay, sure… but why is it ‘no cap’?”

..

When they got home, Y/n went straight to her room, dropping her training bag by the bed before heading to the shower.

After she was done, a notification popped up on her phone from a group chat with Jana and Vicky.

Vicky: hi, how’s it going?

Jana: hi?? @Y/n??

Y/n: Everything’s going according to plan.

Jana: Great! :D send me all the recordings later, and I’ll make a TikTok out of it.

Y/n: 👍

Vicky: why do u always text like a dad, bro.

Y/n closed the chat and went downstairs, sitting at the table in front of Alexia.

“What restaurant are we going today?” Y/n whispered

“I’m not sure yet,” Alexia whispered back, glancing around suspiciously. “It’ll depend on Olga’s mood.”

“I don't know why we insist on letting her cook!” Y/n said, rolling her eyes.

Alexia kicked her under the table. “Be nice!”

Before Y/n could argue, Olga emerged from the kitchen with... something.

She carried a big tray of what looked like ground beef, except the colour was all wrong—like it had spent way too much time in the oven. And the smell... Y/n could swear Olga had chopped up three entire onions and just thrown them in for fun.

Olga served Alexia and Y/n, putting a whole lot of food on their plate. Y/n stared at the plate in front of her. She poked it with her fork as she, very carefully, put her phone on the table and pressed play.

“Olga, you really got no rizz in the kitchen, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, you’re burning everything, so yeah, no rizz,” Y/n said disappointed. It was another day that they had to eat Olga’s bad food and then go out to eat in order not to starve.

“What? But it’s not that bad!” Olga said, staring at her own…creation. “It’s original.”

“It tastes bad,” Y/n murmured under her breath.

Olga ignored Y/n and turned to her girlfriend, who looked just as scared of the food as Y/n.

“Alexia, do you think I have no rizz?” Olga asked Alexia, giving her puppy eyes.

"Olguita, I’m not even sure what ‘rizz’ means," Alexia admitted, looking confused.

“Me neither,” Olga said. “But if it’s something good, then you think I have it?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, that’s gross,” Y/n interrupted, grabbing up her phone. “Get a room.”

..

As per usual. The Putellas and the honorary Putella–Y/n– ended up in a restaurant. It was a Chinese one this time, the same one they had gone the last time Olga was responsible for cooking.

Y/n presser record while the waitress came to take their order. She was pretty but way older than Y/n.

“That’s my type, I fear,” Y/n said, as soon as the waitress went to another table.

Both Alexia and Olga looked at her confused.

“Your type?” Alexia asked. “What’s your type?”

Y/n pointed with her chin to the waitress.

“What? She’s your type?” Olga asked, turning from the waitress to Y/n. “So, you have a thing for…waitresses?

“I mean, you’ve seen the way she’s serving us... It’s giving heart eyes.” Y/n said casually.

“Heart eyes? What does that even mean?”” Olga asked. “Why have you been talking weird all day?”

Y/n just shrugged and pretended to play on her phone, but what she was really doing was getting the angle of the filming right to show Alexia’s face.

“Is this a joke? I’m lost...” Alexia said, turning to Olga. “Isn’t the waitress like, fifteen years older than her?”

“Well,” Y/n chimed in. “It’s just like that Kelly Clarkson cover, you know?”  

Y/n knew full well they had no clue what the hell she was talking about.

Alexia opened her mouth, closed it, and then turned to Olga like she was asking for help. Olga just shook her head, utterly lost.

“I feel like it's getting harder and harder to talk to you,” Olga said, clearly stressed. “I should probably buy a book about raising teens.”

“You're not my mom,” Y/n said in a singing voice, looking at the dessert section on the menu.

That petit gateau looked so good.

“Alexia will read it too,” Olga said, more to herself.

“I'll read what?” Alexia asked, looking up.

Y/n pretended she didn't see Alexia's phone playing a Barcelona match live on YouTube. 

Olga hated when Alexia watched football when they were out.

“A book about teen development,” Olga said. “This child is losing herself.”

“Yep, brain rot,” Y/n agreed.

“What?!” Olga asked, completely worried. “What is rotting?!”

Y/n ignored Olga and looked At Alexia.

“Can I please have the petit gateau, Ale?” Y/n asked with a pout.

“Ask Olga,” Alexia said, “You can if she lets you.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“See, beta behaviour,” she murmured.

"Olguita, can I please—"

"No, Y/n."

"Damn."

In the end, Y/n earned her petit gateau after telling Olga she had alpha energy. Alexia didn’t like it, but the compliment made Olga happy enough to agree to dessert.

"Alpha energy? Olga?" Alexia scoffed. "She just told you no."

Y/n took a victorious bite of her petit gateau. "Yeah, and then I got what I wanted."

..

Unfortunately, for Y/n, that little prank she pulled got twisted around after a couple of days.

After a long training session, Alexia and Y/n came back home, and once again, Y/n didn’t take a shower at the training centre. Instead, she was procrastinating, lying on the sofa while watching Criminal Minds.

“Y/n, seriously,” Alexia said, putting her hands on her hips. “For the love of God, go take a shower.”

“I’m not that dirty,” Y/n said “It’s fine, I’ll go after this episode is over.”

“You smell like a sweaty gym sock,” Olga chimed in from behind her, wrinkling her nose.

“Okay, wow, thanks for the support,” Y/n said sarcastically, glaring at Olga. “

I’m just saying. The truth hurts. No cap.” Olga just shrugged, looking far too pleased with herself.

“Did you just say ‘no cap’?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, unable to hide her amusement.

Olga grinned. “Yeah, you heard me.”

“Oh no, where did you learn it?” Y/n said, turning to Alexia for backup. “Did Jana teach it to her?

“I don’t know,” Alexia shrugged."But what I do know is that you’re taking a shower now, bet.”

“Okay…” Y/n narrowed her eyes and turned the TV off. “I’m just going because you two are acting weird.

As Y/n walked toward the stairs Alexia called after her. “Please take a really long shower. We need some peace and quiet around here.”

Y/n ignored Alexia.

Tomorrow, she’d wake up to Alexia saying “no cap” in an interview. She could feel it.

..

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[robin-evry]

Hello I hope you're doing well! If you're still taking requests could you maybe do a Sunday!yuu ?

Thank you for showing concern 😊😊

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🕊️🪽

The dream of the Order has dissipated, yet there are still those who will not give up on their original intent. The traveler whose wings were clipped... whereto shall his footsteps lead?

Always appear to be dignified and well mannered for any occasions even if it's small, always appear in there best and expected other to also appear to be on there best but soon they started to let things go with the flow.

Many students believe that Sunday!yuu is a celestial being similar towards angels / seraphim, many are curious about their species especially wanting to touch their halos.

Has become nrc best students, competing in the top spot with Azul and riddle. Crowley second in command, but by far most of the students agreed that they should be principal more than him.

At the start they would usually just let what Crowley ask them to do but soon in the further chapters Sunday!yuu started to rebel and ignore his request.

During the octaniville chapter when Azul would try to outsmart them and manipulate them, Sunday!yuu immediately notice this and use their powers to force Azul to tell the truth.

Even tho they seem strict and as well as a calculative person, Sunday!yuu is soft as well as laid-back towards they see as close towards them and care deeply for them.

By far one of the most good looking students in the school, their good looks can go against vil beauty. Many students would see them as a divine envoy from the sky and would ask them for life advice believing they held the answers but they don't

Rook is obsessed with their wings believing they are an angel that has fallen from the sky, and would daily ask questions about their species and as well as being a halovian can they fly with their wings or not.

Sunday!yuu rarely went outside with their halo, they prefer to not wear it because they believe it would be a hassle and attract too much attention

Sometimes birds would land on their shoulders or fingers and they would reminisce about their time with their sister missing her daily and wondering when ever or not she's healthy and doing fine.

Nrc would open up some old scars they would tried to hide fearing people would use it towards their disadvantage not to mention Crowley looks similar towards their adoptive father opening memories they would try to suppress.

They see being teleported as a chance as redemption, but some of their old habits and scars would follow them even tho they are trying to change.

During chapter 7 malleus overblot, their sensitivity towards memoria manage to keep them awake as well as conscious meaning they are fully awake and knowing that the perfect world they see was a dream constructed by malleus unique magic.

Them and malleus would casually talk to each other about their troubles although they would find some disagreement with each other due to different points of views, but they usually comfort each other if one of them encounters a questioning of morals.

[sdmnpact]

Enchanted.

Wroetoshaw x Reader angst

[] requested by @sundarksposts 💕

[] Harry, your long time friend goes on a date making your true feelings for him hard to fight.

♪ Now Playing: Enchanted by Taylor Swift ♪

I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

~~~

I was invited over to dinner by one of my best friend's Talia. I was on my way over there when I recieved a text.

Talia: ooh, I guess Simon invited Josh and Frey, do you still wanna come over? 😭

Me: it's fine, I don't hate being a fifth wheel 😚

Talia: if anything Josh and Simon are gonna be the fourth and fifth wheels babes 😘

Me: True, I'm omw!! 🥰

>>>

"Hey!!" I greeted as Talia hugged me after opening the door. "Hey!! It's been too long since we've seen eachother in person!" Talia said leading me towards the kitchen.

"You guys act like a week is a year." Simon said standing by the counter eating something. "Leave that!" Talia said smacking his hand away from the salad bowl. I chuckled at how adorable they are together.

"So, since it's basically a couples night featuring you, should we invite Harry!?" Talia said raising her eyebrows at me. Simon 'ood' like a little school boy causing my cheeks to get hot. "Stop it- no, Harry texted me he was gonna be busy tonight." I responded grabbing the salad bowl taking it to the dining table as Talia followed with another plate.

"What's he doing tonight?" She asked. "I have no clue, he wouldn't tell. He just said it was something important and I shouldn't worry." I actually didn't know what he was doing tonight. We had just hung out yesterday and he was acting weird all day. He's one of my best mates and we share so much with eachother. It kind of felt like he was holding a secret.

"Si, do you know what Harry's up to tonight?" Talia asked as Simon sat at the table. "You don't know?" He asked looking towards me. Now I was very confused. I shook my head as he let out a sigh and a worried expression filled his face.

"Harry's out on a date." My heart sunk.

Like I said, Harry and I were really good mates so it's not like we were dating but we've know eachother for almost a decade now and well, I guess I caught feeling for the man. I didn't want to admit it but I've longed for him for a couple years now. I didn't fancy him when we first met but one night, I was drunk- very drunk and I was with Harry. I don't remember much from that night but I have the most vivid memory of the way he treated me.

He didn't try to take advantage of me, quite the opposite. We were with a couple friends, many males and he became so protective. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. At the end of the night, he took me to my flat and put me in bed. He sat with me until I fell asleep stroking my hair. I found him so enchanting. He was such a gentleman. I fell in love with him after that and I've been pining after him since. I never wanted to try anything with him because I love him too much as a friend to lose him.

Hearing this news was earth shattering though. I know he has one night stands occasionally but this was an actual date. He never goes on dates unless he likes the girl and this hasn't happened in years. I fear, I'll lose him this time. I'll never get my chance, not that I would've tried. I should have, who knows how he felt about me-

"Y/n? Are you okay love?" Talia said wiping at my cheek. Tears had been streaming down my face and I didn't realize. "Oh, uh yeah, just, I've gotta use the toliet." I said making my way towards the bathroom. I felt like throwing up, I felt like my heart hurt, I just wanted to cry. I didn't realize I felt this way about him. I thought it was a simple crush.

I sat on the toliet seat letting the tears just fall down my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my makeup was a huge mess. Maybe I should just head home before Josh and Freya get here.

Just as that thought left my head, I heard the front door open and Josh's voice boom throughout the house. He was always quite loud and made sure to make his presence known. I chuckled as he made a little joke.

I know I have to leave the bathroom but I also don't want them to see me like this. I tried fixing my makeup as best as I could and walked out. I saw all of them standing nearby staring at me.

"Awww my girl are you okay?" Freya said as she extended her arms hugging me with Talia joining in. This honestly made me cry more.

"I'm alright, but I think I should go home, I don't wanna ruin the evening." I said as I pulled away, wiping at my face. "No, don't even think about it. Let's have a little night in instead, why don't we eat a bit then, the three of us can go watch movies in my room." Talia said wrapping an arm around me. I looked over to the boys who had sympathetic looks on their face.

"Okay... sorry boys." I said still sniffling a bit. "Don't worry about it Y/n, we're just glad you'll stay here and won't be alone." Josh said as Simon nodded. "You guys are too sweet, I love you all." I said through tears. "We love you too!" Freya said as they hugged me again.

>>>

《 Harry's Pov 》

"So, you like golf?" I asked. I was on a date with this girl I met on tinder. She's quite fit and I really like her personality but she's kinda giving me nothing. Maybe it's me, I don't know why I just don't feel much for her. I was really excited for this date but actually being here is quite- strange.

"Not really, it's so boring." She said taking a small forkful of her salad. I don't think this is gonna work out to be honest. She's missing something, I just don't know what.

I felt my phone buzz and I didn't wanna pull it out in front of her but the conversation was so dead, I really wanted to check who it was. "I'm gonna head to the toliet." I told her as she nodded. I walked towards the men's room, immediately pulling out my phone, looking at the notification.

Simon: Harry, how's the date going?

Harry: oh mate, it's fucking awful. She's giving me nothing here.

Simon: well, I think you should come to my place soon then.

Harry: ??

Simon: Y/n is in shambles over here, I don't know if I should tell you why but I think she'd benefit from seeing you.

Harry: already on the way

Holy fuck. I hope she's okay. I sped walked out of the toliet getting lots of odd looks as I reached the table.

"Hey, um there's an emergency and I've really gotta go!" I told her. "Oh my god, is everything okay?" She asked with wide eyes about to get up. "Yeah, it's just something I gotta take care of. Here's for dinner, order whatever else you'd like and I'll text you soon." I said placing two hundred pounds on the table.

"Oh- um I'd really rather if you wouldnt actually." She said quietly. "Oh... okay then. Well I guess I'll see you then." I said awkwardly as I got my jacket and left. I quickly called over the first cab I saw and headed towards Simon's house.

>>>

《 Y/n's Pov 》

Talia and Freya are so great. I don't know what I did to deserve such amazing friends. They really eased my suffering as we watched 'The Proposal' while we ate snacks and had some wine.

We heard some shuffling coming from the living room and Talia went to check it out as we continued watching the movie.

"Hey Y/n? Someone's here for you." Talia said with a smile on her face. That's weird. I wonder who it is. I gave her a confused look and she just gestured for me to go. I got up and walked towards the living room.

I saw Harry standing by the door in his date outfit. I know because he only wears sweatshirts and shorts but right now he had on some slacks and a turtleneck. He looked very handsome actually. But why is he here?

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked the second he saw me coming over and wrapping his arms around me.

"Um, yeah, I'm alright. What are you doing here? Don't you have a date tonight?" I asked and he let me go and gave Simon a little annoyed look. Simon shrugged as he walked to another room leaving just us two in the living room.

"Yeah. I did. Sorry I didn't tell you, I don't know why I didn't want you to know. I just... I don't know. But- what happened to you!?! Is everything alright? It looks like you've been crying." He said pulling me towards the couch. We sat down and I just looked towards my hands, feeling the tears well up again. Why am I still crying, I shouldn't be this emotional.

"It's nothing really, just hormones I think. I'm alright now. You didn't have to come. I don't even know how you knew, you should've enjoyed your date!" I said wiping at my eye.

"Well for one, that date was fucking horrendous." He said with a breathy laugh. "The girl didn't even like me in the end and she was just not it for me either. She wasn't the girl I need to be with." He continued. "Also Simon texted me that you were upset and I knew I needed to be over here instead." He said reaching for my hand. I looked towards him, as he had been staring at me intensely.

"Seriously are you okay? You're crying again." He said wiping at my cheek. "Fuck Harry." I said now fully bawling.

"I think I like you." I said unable to hold my feelings in. Like I said, he's always so tender with me and I just love him so much. He's always so sweet and maybe I'm just being dumb and falling for any man who shows me an ounce of niceness.

"You think? Or you know?" He said as I furrowed my brows towards him. "Y/n. I've liked you for fucking ages!!" He said. My heart immediately started pounding so hard. "I know how I've felt about you since the moment we met. All these years I've always had something for you. You're amazing, the way you make me laugh like no one else, the way you aren't afraid to be yourself, the way you eat like a dog and aren't shy around me." He said with a little laugh.

"Tonight was me trying to get over you. We've know eachother for such a long time and we've never had anything together. It's been hard trying not to hug or kiss you whenever I want. I needed to find a distraction from you. All you do is cloud my mind." He said sitting closer.

"I didn't know you felt this way." I said smiling. "It's always been you, Y/n. I never wanted anyone else but you." He finished.

"Kiss kiss kiss" we heard faint voices say. I laughed at this as I looked towards him. He shrugged and leaned into me, planting his lips on mine. As cliché as it sounds, I truly had butterflies in my stomach and I felt extremely happy in this moment. After a couple seconds, we pulled away.

"I'm so glad you came."

"I am too."

~~~

A/n

I'm actually in love with this one! It's so adorable, I hope you enjoyed it!! Also I melt every single time he wears those turtle neck tops- he looks incredible!!

[imaginedreamwrite]

its fine if you don't want to do this request, I've just been thinking of it for a while and figured I'd try it out.

Omega medic reader who has caught the eye of 141 and they want to court her. But she has a past and woth that past is a child. Child is around 1.5/2 and for some reason ended up on base and causes confusion between 141.

She was your closely guarded secret. Your little girl that had been born almost 2 years ago was not known to many people on base, and you were grateful for that. She was the child you had with your ex, an alpha who signed rights away before she was even born.

Your sweet girl, your darling girl, was beautiful and your whole world. You had done all that you could to keep knowledge of her existence to only a select few, especially considering you were an omega who worked on a military base.

It wasn’t inherently that you didn’t trust the alpha’s you worked with because most of them were incredible soldiers. Your decision to keep your daughter a secret was to protect her from getting attached, from being hurt by an alpha who might come into your life without wanting to stay.

All things considering, you had it fairly good.

You were an unmarked and unmarked omega, a nurse who worked in the hospital and lived in an on base housing unit. Your daughter was in daycare on base, close to your work and home, giving you more time to spend with her.

Still, the secrecy weighed on you, you know it did.

Especially when it came to them, the four alpha’s who were persistently trying to court you. The 141 alpha’s—Captain John Price, Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley, Sergeant John Soap MacTavish and Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick—were on your radar, and you were on theirs. It didn’t matter if you were emotionally guarded and physically closed off to courting, they tried anyway.

They wouldn’t push, they weren’t those kinds of alpha’s, yet they hadn’t tried to hide their intentions. They wanted to court you, and if you didn’t have the secret you carried you might have given in.

But it wasn’t just you, it was your daughter as well. And your daughter, your sweet little girl, didn’t need to be getting attached to alpha’s. You didn’t need the risk of her thinking those alpha’s were her daddies, only for them to potentially walk out.

No, you were keeping her a secret to protect her. Or that was your initial thought, your initial plan that had been going extraordinarily well until it hadn’t.

You were in a break in the mess hall, your scrubs a little scuffed and dirty from a long shift. Your eyes felt heavy, your body ached from a lack of sleep and your daughter’s inability to sleep last night. You had found a quiet table at the back of the mess hall, though it hadn’t stayed quiet for long when Sargent Garrick and Sergeant MacTavish joined you.

The conversation was cordial, though they were clearly trying to get you to open up to them, whilst you were keeping it as neutral as possible. As they were asking about your plans for the weekend, you saw your daughter being carried by one of the daycare staff. Your heart leapt out of your chest when you saw your daughter, her face pale and her eyes wide, hands gripping the daycare teachers shirt.

“I’m sorry, she wanted her mama. And we tried calling but your phone must’ve died, the hospital admin said you were on break. She’s not feeling good-“ the teacher walked up to the table, speaking to you with sympathy as your daughter shifted, practically dove toward you.

You caught her as she dove for you, her hands balled into your scrubs, her soft little whimpers evidence of her ill state. You rubbed her back, left in your own state of shock as your secret came crashing down around you.

“Mama? You have a bairn, hen?” Johnny’s surprise was equal to Gaz’s, both of their scents reflecting their confusion. “Why didnae tell us?”

“It’s complicated-” you struggled for words, couldn’t find the means to speak, to gather your thoughts. Your eyes flit from Johnny to Gaz, and then back again. Ultimately you felt like you were caught between a rock and a hard place, uncertain of what to do next.

But as your baby girl mumbled a mama, you were quick to rise to your feet. You didn’t bother with your food, you didn’t bother giving Gaz or Johnny an explanation, you started walking away from them. You had to take your daughter home, you had to put her to bed and take care of her-“

“Y/N, wait!” Gaz called after you, the sound of his footsteps carting after you, his long strides bringing him to your side quicker than expected.

“Don’t-” you stopped, looking back at him, back at Johnny—and beyond, where Ghost and Price now stood, your secret blown up.

“Why didn’t you tell us, love? What’d you think we’d do, hmm?” Gaz spoke softly, the pause you took giving Johnny enough time to catch up to the two of you.

“She’s beautiful, hen.” Johnny’s voice was gentle, a croon as he ducked his head and smiled at your girl who was clinging to you. “Just like her mama.”

“Can we not do this right now? She’s sick, she needs to go home.” You backed up, you inched away from them, feeling like a cornered animal who had to choose between saving themselves and saving their child. “I didn’t tell you because I…I have my reasons-”

“Ya don’t need to push us away, love. Let us-“ you were being overwhelmed by scents, their alpha pheromones growing and meshing once the other two joined. Price and Ghost gazed upon you and your daughter, just as equally surprised as Johnny and Gaz.

“I have to go.” You kept your daughter pressed to your body, securing her against your chest. You didn’t wait for them to say anything else, you turned away from them and left the mess hall, taking your daughter home.

Your secret, all your protective instincts and steps were all outdone in a single moment, caused by the flu.

[kikithedeceiver]

Summary of what was planned for HetaOni

Semi-active on Tumblr these days, but this seriously brought me back to type up a frenzy since I don't think this was on anyone's 2025 bingo card...but after 15 years since the discontinuation of HetaOni, we actually got words from Kyokoon64, who said that on 2014, she spoke to the creator of HetaOni, Tomoyoshi, on what was planned for HetaOni Part 17-20, along with the rough plan of the "ending" for the series. The video is here on Twitch and the talk starts from 2:30:00 onwards.

Disclaimer: This is a rough summary of what I heard from the video. I'm going to listen to the talk about it one more time and polish the summary up when i have the chance.

Also, it seems Tomoyoshi was fine with whatever ending the fans made up and whether you accept her rough idea of her ending or not. All endings of HetaOni are valid.

Well then...shall we?

Just a heads up, Tomoyoshi just planned things as it came along, not really having an outline of what she planned, so...

What was supposed to happen after Part 17-1?

Italy is actually in a perfect dream with HRE, but Italy doesn't want to be part of a dream where everything is alright when everyone in the real world is suffering, so he wants to leave.

Russia and China are in the annexe, where China feels a draft in the wall (which leads to the deeper rundown part of the mansion from the original Ao Oni games) and he also hears Russia talking to someone on the phone. Still don't know what's up with that (revealed in ending plan).

When two head back to the safe room, China is extra quiet upon his return, just when Italy wakes up after rejecting the dream and tells everyone around him what happened

Meanwhile, in timeline 2, Romano calls Spain a dumbass for telling England everything, but things happen where that timeline's England runs into our!Italy, our!Germany and our!America in the piano room and the whole putting a shield on them and sending them back to their timeline happens, but he also sends Spamano back to their timeline too and also gives them some things to hold onto when they leave.

Something like a magically sealed item that holds most, if not all, of England's magic, but it would still be difficult to just regain all his magic and cure his blindness so easily.

And also there's a bloody envelope given to Romano a bloody envelope but don't open it yet (need to double check)

Turns out both America and Canada can do magic since they were once under England, and together with Japan, who can perform seals and use talismans, help to break the seal on the item with England's magic inside

Seal is broken and England regains a bit of his eyesight, but America celebrates anyway

Meeting happens and the nations talk about finding the key to do front door to escape. Romano is quiet

Romano talks to Italy and dramatic things happen because of the envelope

Romano read the stuff in the envelope it seems, and it's a letter from an England who also got blinded, but still able to see a tiny bit to write this out (double check). Emotional message to America, and the letter ends with England admitting that America was his hero and he's glad to have raised him.

Oh and uuuuuuuuuh...the envelope also has the key to go out, but they can't leave yet (like they have to break the clocks…and more insidious to uncover).

That's what I got from the talk. I'll try and polish this up! But the "ending" for series is clear, and this is what Tomo really wanted to happen...

So what's the ending?

First of all, it turns out Tomoyoshi made RomaHeta as well? Don't know if anyone remembers it, but basically another HetaGame where everyone's sucked into a game made by Japan but a virus trapped the nations inside it. It was popular because of Italy and Romano became badass priests for the boss fight.

Now brace yourselves, my dears. Because it turns out...

This timeline was meant to fail! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Also, it turned out Spain and Romano came to the mansion in previous timelines too, but hey this is the furthest they got (don't ask how Italy and Romano don't remember).

But the biggest plot twist of all is this!

HetaOni is actually a sequel to RomaHeta!

Everyone in HetaOni is just still trapped in the game and the previous timelines are just save files!

Also the Things are just amalgamations of various viruses, while HRE is an antivirus that is trying to save Italy (you know that explains why he just appeared in RomaHeta for that one second when Italy went berserk with magic...)

And Prussia getting the intrusive thoughts of CONGRATULATIONS in the game was because he's literally hearing the victory music cheer thing you get after you defeat a boss in an RPG.

Also, fun fact but not very clear? Not all of the nations are inside the game. The ones that are in the game in their place are actually AIs who are just repeating the original nation's speech patterns and actions based on the previous save files (not sure what Kyo meant by sometimes or other times it's the nations or AIs).

The phone calls Russia kept getting are actually from the mods.

Now the planned ending is that the nations got to the root of the program and after finding it, but they could get out. However, Italy realised something (?), and in the end just sets everyone free, but he got the Aqua from KH: BBS treatment and had his soul lost in the void while everyone else returned to the real world.

Thus this is the ending that was meant to make way for Part 3 of the series of the fangames. First RomaHeta, then HetaOni, then...whatever supposed to happen afterwards.

The end

And that's that! Just a reminder tho that Kyo said Tomoyoshi doesn't mind if no one accepts the ending. I just thought to share it by typing out the summary and ending from the stream. Heck, Tomoyoshi thinks no one will believe Kyo anyway. All endings everyone else made is just as valid, and sharing this is for those who cherished HetaOni from a long time ago and can now rest from learning what was meant to happen.

That's all.

[multiheadcanons]

“CAN YOU GRAB THAT FOR ME?”

scout: he’ll absolutely grab whatever you need off of a top shelf, or from under a bed, or from across the room. he’s happy to! takes no time, garners him some appreciation, gives him something to do than whatever he may be avoiding doing, that’s absolutely something he can do for you. will even ask if you need anything else before he walks away. it takes no time out of his day to give a small act of aid to someone in need, and it's not something he gets to do very often.

soldier: yeah, he can get that for you. not as happy to do it as scout is, but if he's in the room, or the room over, he'll spare you the time. if you travelled a little further to grab him to retrieve something for you, he's a little confused, but he'll still do what you ask of him. takes the opportunity to brush up on his small talk skills. it's abysmal. he's talking about his most recent killstreak, new ways he wants to try to break a bone on himself or others, the changes of the taste of his blood when he changes his diet. try to teach the man that the weather is a fine small talk topic.

pyro: pyro isn't particularly tall, but what pyro has that you don't (aside from a few crucial inches) is the fear of their teammates. nobody will get mad at pyro if they're caught on the counters. the most that will happen to them is they will be told to wipe the counters. which they will also do! but they won't get in any real trouble with the team over it. they will retrieve your item and hand it to you happily. just let them know if you need anything else!

demo: demo is the only man who, if he is busy and can't help you at that exact moment, will say "give me a minute" and actually mean a minute. if you give him the requested time, he will absolutely come by and retrieve what you need. if you insist it's an emergency, he will halve the time requested to come to your aid. he will not be happy with you if you tell him what you need him to grab is an emergency and he arrives and you've already got it, or if he arrives and it wasn't actually an emergency. an emergency for demo is as follows, in order of importance: toilet paper, lady products, a towel, soap in any variety, a throw up bucket, a drink. it is not an emergency otherwise.

heavy: there's two ways it will go with mikhail. he will come in to you climbing on the counter, to which he will lightly scoff and grab what you need, removing you from your ascent to the higher cabinets with his other arm. and he'll tell you if you need something grabbed from a place you can't reach to just come get him. he doesn't like the idea of feet on surfaces food touches. and when you do go to him to reach something that you can't, not only will he follow, and grab it for you. but instead of giving it to you, like you expected, he will place it somewhere higher, and walk away with a laugh. he finds it so humorous. it's even funnier when it pisses you off.

engineer: he understands what it means to be short. on this team particularly. a few of the taller teammates are incredibly... smug about their heights. and he will let you borrow his little step stool if you need it. and as he lets you borrow that, he's going to make you your own little step stool to take with you around the base. it will be light, and portable, and durable, and if anyone says anything about it... he'll just bust their kneecaps, and shut down the teasing. sound good to you, doll?

medic: please don't let him catch you on the counters. he will audibly gag at you. like mikhail, he will tell you to come grab him if you need to reach something. and when you do, he is almost always so busy that he can't spare the moment to grab what you need. he'll apologize; he doesn't really mean it nor does he really care. but he will certainly redirect you to someone who can help you. and even when he can help you, he is smug about it. have you considered saying please? or saying thank you? some appreciation for the doctor, maybe? gives a smug smile when you acquiesce to his demands of niceties.

sniper: oh, yeah, he can get that for you. get what again? right, and where is that at? oh, all the way up there... man, he means... that's not too far up there, that's a quick grab for him... you sure you can't get up there? oh, heavy. right. what a guy, is he right? so that thing. up there. that you can't reach without climbing on the counters. okay, he can do that. and he'll grab the thing for you, then he starts looking at it a little closer. you know... he was actually looking for something just like this! thanks for showing him where it is! and he will walk away. this is the exact joke he will pull every time, and every time he will laugh like he just came up with that and it was the funniest joke he made in the world. he will return and give you the item, though.

spy: if spy is actively in the room, or in the room over, or travelling through the hall and you happen to catch him in time to ask him to retrieve something for you that is in that room or up to two rooms over, he will grab it for you and hand it off with no issue. however, if you ask him to go across base, or worse off leave the base entirely to retrieve something for you, spy will let you know very clearly where he stands with you. because he will either begrudgingly do what you request of him, or he will say "oh... yes, give me just a moment." and then you won't see him for the rest of the day.

[rainybraindays]

No but actually, if you genuinely think Debling was good for Penelope or better than Colin because "he cared about her from the beginning" you're actually just silly.

Like first off this man genuinely had no deep connect to her at all. In episode 1 when they initially meet, he's a little flirtatious yeah, but ultimately thats not caring that essentially flirting at a house party, and he immediately couples it with completely ignoring her distress after Cressida rips her dresss and leaving to just not be seen again until episode 3. And when he shows up again, his behavior is very much similar to ep 1, where he proceeds for that episode to entertain both her and Cressida. Because to him it didn't matter which one of them he married, he was going to marry one, point blank. He chose the two most isolated girls in the ton, who had little to no friends, and pit them against each other until one couldn't fake it anymore and he decided "yeah she'll be good enough." You can't really argue he doesn't, because he does nothing to stop their rivalry for his attention until Penelope says she can't continue faking an intrest in birds.

Like his relationship with Penelope is so surface level its not funny, they don't know anything about each other, he seems to have no desire to learn. All he wants is, essentially a socially acceptable fuckable servant. Penelope reveals she loves reading and romance? He goes "damn, well you aren't getting that from me" and then drops the bomb that basically immediately after they marry hes leaving her for 3 years(longer because he will die but whatever) and expects her to be okay with it. Penelopes job as his wife, in his eyes, is to hopefully get pregnant in the little bit of time they spend together, and then to watch over his house. He even tells her he doesn't think he could ever love her, and while Penelope acts fine with that, she is a romantic. Penelope legitimately would not be happy in this relationship, and it would never get a chance to improve because this man is so indifferent and uncaring about his potential bride he's planning to fuck off immediately after marrying her.

He also, very clearly doesn't even respect her? Like by the time they're meant to be getting engaged, you'd think he'd have a higher opinion of her, or some actual faith in her abilities to be a loyal wife when they marry, but he doesn't. He lets Colin cut into their dance, and has no issue with that, likely because he views her similar to how she views herself, a relatively undesirable girl he doesn't have to worry about drawing attention as he was her only suitor, but the moment Cressida mentions they're childhood friends? The moment he puts 2 and 2 together about her actual reason for sitting in the window? He gets pissed, and leaves, seemingly planning to fully ghost Penelope, and when she confronts him to try and calm him down he essentially calls her a whore. For..what? Having a crush before they met? A crush that she thinks at that moment is one-sided, a crush that she was willing to bury to be his good little wife, he sees that and says shes untrustworthy, because he believes she'll cheat on him first chance she gets. And then he fucks off.

If he actually cared about her how some of you claim, her crush on Colin wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't have subtly slut shamed her for it. If he cared even a little, he would have at least shown up later to apologize for his behavior and either wish her well or try and sway her back to him. But he doesn't, none of those things happen because he doesn't see her past the ability she had to manage his estates and give him heirs.

He legitimately doesn't see her any different than how Anthony saw Edwina, and the idea that Penelope should have settled for that? That she should have given up being with the love of her life in order to be with this man that is seemingly considerably older than her, who doesn't care much for her past her ability to do the only two things he actually cares about in regards for a wife? Thats insane, like did you pay attention at all? If he cared for her at all he wouldn't have immediately left society, but he does, not because hes heart broken, but because his ego got bruised and hes pissed he has to start his search again, that his "find the loneliest girl in the room and marry her" plan wasn't a success.

Debling would not have been a good match for Penelope, and she wouldn't be happy with him. And despite what you guys seem to think, Colin has always cared about her, he was just her friend first which isn't a bad thing. He has always defended her, always been kind to her, and he didn't let another man ruin his chances with her.

Penelope got her happy ending, stop pretending she was robbed.

[yariation]

Maybe Time Never Moved

Summery: Childhood friends and partners in delinquent punishment, Y/n and Megumi reunite.

Featuring: Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

Pairing: Megumi x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Bully!Megumi and Bully!reader, fluffy

Author’s note: Partners in mischief>>>

You had a friend back in middle school. Actually, friend is an understatement.  You two were best friends.

Well, at least that's what you thought. Megumi's wasn't always the best at communication and showing how he feels. 

One thing was for sure though, you guys were the most feared trouble kids in middle school. Beating up delinquents together behind school buildings, helping Megumi carry the bodies to hang them on billboards.

You guys were the perfect team.

But when middle school came to an end, you never saw Megumi again. Everytime you ask what high school he'll be going to, he'd simply shake his head and say:

"Nah. You're to dumb too get in."

~~~

You've just come home from school, crashing onto your bed with a big tired flop. All you want to do is just scroll through your phone the whole day.

The bright screen of your phone shines on your face in the dark room. A blank expression on your face until a notification sound reaches your ears. It's a message from an unknown number.

"Hey!  Long time no talk. How you doing? Actually, don't answer that. Let's just all meet each other up in the reunion! We'll be meeting up at the old middle school's gymnasium at 6 tomorrow. Wear something nice!!

-(An old classmate's name)"

You raise an eyebrow. No way this is a scammer. How the hell did this guy even get your number? Who cares, a reunion seems pretty cool. Might as well prepare something to wear.

You drag yourself off your bed and walk over to your messy ass closet.

~~~

Megumi is chilling in his dorm, scrolling through his phone, reading the news and not believing shut in there.

He gets a notification, it's the exact same message. His eyebrows furrow and he was just about to block the number.

"Hey, Fushiguro! Why ya glaring at your phone like that?" Yuji asks from across the room.

Yuji is using his PC, playing games, while Megumi is laying on his bed.

"It's nothing." Megumi grumbles in his low voice.

The curious Yuji doesn't take "nothing" as an answer and creeps over to the grumpy boy. Curiously, he peeks at Megumi's phone, eyes quickly reading the message.

"Woah! You should totally go man!" Yuji exclaims.

"Why?" Megumi's voice is unamused as looks over at his hyper friend.

"It's a REUNION and you can bring me as your plus one!!" Yuji start happily, before muttering this last part. "And so I could totally see all the dudes you used to beat up."

Megumi sighs, rolling his eyes. How could he say no to Yuji?

"Fine..."

"Let's go!"

~~~

You're wearing pretty acceptable clothes as you stand outside the door. Taking deep breaths as you could hear the ruckus behind it.

"C'mon (Y/n), this'll be fun..." You mutter to yourself.

You're already late as it is, thirty minutes late to be exact.

With one last deep breath, you push open the door, only for your face to immediately slam against someone's chest.

"What the-" A confused Megumi flinches, seeing a head roughly crash against him.

"Ow! Hey!" You wince.

Megumi had just enough of this reunion party and was just about to leave. Being followed by a whiny Yuji, who opens the exit door only to be shoved by some old classmate.

"Sorry about that." He says, watching as you take a step back.

You give a small apologetic bow. As you straighten up, your gaze meets his. The boy you crashed into is none other than Megumi Fushiguro.

"Do I... Do I know you?" Your eyebrows furrow and your head tilts to the side.

Megumi's eyes widen. Yuji gaze flickering back and forth between you two, trying to figure out what he's missing.

"(Y/n)?" His eyebrows furrow, as if the name was bitter.

"Megumi?!" Your eyes lit up.

Yuji's jaw drops and frustration is evident on his face. Is this a good thing? Are these two friends? EXES?! Out of instinct, Yuji start chuckling awkwardly and pulling Megumi by the arm. Leading him out the door.

If this girl and Fushiguro are exes, this might cause a scene! I'd love to watch it unfold but... No! Fushiguro is my friend-

"Itadori, wait. This is (L/n)." Yuji looks up to see Megumi's calm expression.

He's more confused than ever. Poor Yuji.

You give a small wave to the two.

~~~

You and Megumi are in the ceiling.

You read that right.

"I see him." You whisper to Megumi.

The wooden planks creak while you crawl on them, carefully moving a roof tile to peer down at the party filled with old classmates. Megumi nods, looking at you from where he's crouching.

You guys used to do this when you were younger. Back then, delinquents would sneak into the gym to beat up some poor kid. So you two found a hiding spot in the ceiling, where you can attack from above.

"He's got a criminal record, right?" Megumi asks in a hushed voice.

You shake your head no.

"No, but I talk to his girlfriend. Remember how he was when we were younger? Those poor girls. He hasn't changed."

Megumi nods, eyes now filled with determination. He crawls over to where you're perched, carefully bringing the bucket along with him.

"Ready?" He asks.

You push the tile and make the gap a bit bigger, for better access to below.

"Duh."

Without another word and great precision, Megumi dumps the bucket of fruit punch directly on to the asshole of a classmate's head. Immediately causing a ruckus.

You quickly move the ceiling tile to make the gap smaller, but still enough to watch the chaos. I giggle quietly to yourself. That familiar giggle that Megumi's ears have always loved to hear.

He steals a glance at you, a small smile finding it's way to his usually frowned lips. The way are lips are pursed in attempt to muffle your laughter, the way your hair still perfectly frames your face, even after it's grown. The way your eyes light up like how the y used to.

He sighs quietly to himself, causing your gaze to move to him. Your eyes meet his and there's a moment of comfortable silence, along with loud yells that are coming from below.

You smile. A sweet one, as if you weren't his little rascals of a friend. His eyes are drawn down to your lips when you give him that closed eyed smile. The moment doesn't last long.

"Oh... I know who did..." A classmate says from below.

A yell following soon after the realization.

"Fushiguro! (L/n)!"

Your eyes widen, Megumi's stay calm. Snapped out of trance. I nod your head to the side, signaling that the two of you should quickly leave.

Making your way through the creaky, tight ceiling. You two go to the usual exit that leads to outside the gymnasium.

Out of panic, you quickly move the wooden plank that covers the exit, then hop out. Megumi follows, but he pauses when his fingers graze creases on the wooden plank.

You're looking around, checking if anyone has found you. Megumi uses this time to observe the plank.

M+(Your Initial)

Your initial is carved together with Megumi's. His eyes widen in surprise for a second. A warm feeling making his heart beat faster. He didn't remember writing this or seeing it before.

Did you write this back then?

"Megumi! C'mon, I hear running!" I shout from below.

~~~

The two of you finally come to a stop, panting on the sidewalks. You lean against a light pole, Megumi standing straight and rubbing his neck.

"I think we lost them." He says and you nod in agreement.

After catching your breath, you guys continue to walk to god knows where. The night is cool and stars are scattered along the dim sky.

Walking side by side. Hands in your pockets. Gaze forward, but occasionally drifting to each other or the sky.

"We were in such a rush to soak that guy that we didn't have the chance to have a proper conversation." You mutter, breaking the silence.

"...How are you?" Megumi starts hesitantly.

"Pretty good. You?"

"Same."

"..."

"..."

"Are you still a brooding jerk?" You ask.

"I guess." He answers bluntly.

"..."

"..."

"I miss you, ya know?" You whisper. Like you're unsure of your own words.

This causes Megumi's eyebrows to raise, he glances at you for spilt second, but immediately looks away, as if he were scared you'd disappear if he looks any longer.

"Me too." The words slip out of his mouth.

You giggle, Megumi's looks at you again, confused. The two of you walk a bit slower, trying to match the speed time seems to be moving in.

"You miss yourself?" You explain how his word sounded.

"No! I- ugh... Shut up, you pain in the ass." He stammers, cheeks dusted pink. Harsh words leaving his mouth, but hold no malice. 

Those words are like sweet nothings to you.

"Make me." You say in that painful innocent voice. Like honey, like sugar.

You'd always say your threats like they were compliments. It was sinister to those who receive them. You'd give that cute smile while absolutely burning them.

Megumi thought it was cute though. Actually, first he thought it was annoying.

Megumi stops in his tracks, you follow. Tilting your head to the side in curiosity, perplexed by his actions. Back then, you'd say "Make me" and that would cause him to just shut up and you'd win the banter.

He stands in front of you. Now time has completely stopped.

Your breaths illuminated by the glow of the street lights above you. Showing how combine and move further to tingle your faces. You didn't notice how close you were until now. Only getting closer.

"One year, huh?" You chuckle awkwardly, fighting the building up nerves.

"One year too much, but it all still feels the same." He whispers. You both feel his words mentally and physically as his breath brushes against your lips.

Maybe you're moving to fast. Maybe you should slow down. You've just met after a year. You've just shared words after a year. Gazes, short moments, two hours of partying. But it was all enough.

Moving too fast, but time is moving so slow, if moving at all.

Within moments your eyes close and your lips meet his.

Reunited at last, even though they were never together. Cold from the night air, but warm against yours.

Almost instinctively your arms move up to wrap around his neck, afraid to let go. In return he deepens the kiss, soft hands on your cheeks to keep you steady.

~~~

"Megumi! (L/n)! Where are you two?!" Yuji yells, still inside the gymnasium party.

Running in circles as he's chased by angry teenagers that are looking for a fight. Something to burn their anger on.

[skeletonh0e]

A little request relating to the weather I’m dealing with the rn.

The boys reacting to their first thunderstorm/tornado. Especially with a Y/N who is just used to them. Sleeps through loud ass storms and goes through the protocol for a tornado yawning. Not ignoring the boy’s distress(if they have any) but just very used to it themselves. 🌪️⛈️

Heard about the crazy ass weather, thankfully I'm on the other side of it. Ya'll stay safe out there.

Some of these boys are gonna be IN for it considering the underground does uh, not have tornados lol. Gender neutral reader

The boys vs the Weather

Classic Sans:

He's heard of storms yeah and even made his own little tiny tornado, but uh-

The weather in the underline hardly changes and everything here is so chaotic what in the god damn

He's composed but definitely a sense of worry there

The fact you remain so chill is extremely off putting to him at first but it helps as it can show him this isn't anything to panic over

Plus also probably a good idea one of you knows what to do

Asks for advice on how you manage to sleep so peacefully through them, he'd like to do too but he'll settle for snuggling up to while you sleep waiting for it to pass

Underswap Sans:

P A N I C

The magnificent Sans isn't ready for this! What gods have the humans offended to deserve this!?

You'll have to talk him down, but thankfully it won't take him too long to recover. Though he'll be a bit jump

Listens to you explain the precautions intensely, definitely having a game plan for next time

Probably starts an epic speech about you two being the ultimate power couple going through this then yelps when something hits the window

He'll just uh....stay close to you for now

Underfell Sans:

"What the fuck is this bullshit!?"

Honestly though less anger and more genuinely being flabbergasted

And you're used to this!? Really!? You're so weird what the fuck (you will have to deal with him bitching and complaining the entire time)

Grumpily takes some safety protocols and keeps a close on the progression of the storm as if trying to determine his own right move

He can handle it and learn to adjust the best probably but still grouchy a bit

Might use it as an excuse to day drink after its over (you could both probably use it depending on the storm tbh)

Underlust Sans:

Oh he doesn't like this at all

Not shitting his pants with fear or anything but he definitely is more on edge during the whole thing

Cool that you're used to this, but he's not. Don't mind him, just idly hovering close to you constantly double checking about everything.

He'll be kinda noisy and ask how you manage to stay calm, how many times have you been through these, blah, blah

Honestly keeping him distracted with conversation will help

Maybe listen to some music with him to block out the noise while you snuggle up, he might just be able to fall asleep with you

Horrortale Sans:

The fuck? Doesn't know whether to be impressed, concerned or just annoyed by the inconvenience of it all.

Whatever he's definitely sticking near you, protective primal instincts have been activated

Won't ask for it but probably also give him some reassurance, tell him things will be fine. He naturally has come to expect the worst outcome due to trauma.

Type to stare out the window with a blank expression, just watching the harsh wind tearing everything to shreds....it's a little concerning....

Silent for the most part but does occasionally ask questions and ask if you're okay

Glad you're calm but also wants be there for you too

Fresh Sans:

Here comes the hurricane bitch(tm) starts playing

Okay there's A LITTLE concern, less on his end and more for your own but the fact that you're just chill about it kinda puts him at ease

But ya know....he can dimension jump, you really don't gotta deal with it.

You don't wanna end up in Oz (though he'll happily be the wizard while you're dorothy or...the scarecrow?....or something idk the reference joke got away from him)

Might wanna keep an eye on him though as he gonna skateboard in a tornado if you ain't looking but also he like nearly completely indestructible so

Might hover over you while you sleep through an particularly extreme storm, a rare protective moment from him

Killer Sans:

Pretty.....

Like actually low key fascinated by storm and the sheer amount of destruction they cause, the type to watch the forecast of the outcomes the same way ppl might watch a light show

Maybe if you freaked out he'd be a bit worried but for the most part you seem to know what you're doing so-

As long as you aren't in any active harm or visible distress

He's content to just watch the storms and the panic they cause

Though of course he can always use his short cuts to get you out of there if worst comes to worst

Dust Sans:

Nooooope

Too much anxiety for this, the two of you are LEAVING

You're uh, kinda not given much of the choice in the matter.

If you insist on staying anyway, he might just let you with a huffy "have fun dying" before he storms off

Uh lil reminder none of the bad sanses are 100% healthy partners

He will actually come to your rescue if the storm is extremely severe to the point you might be in legit danger, but even ignoring that he'll do something to apologize non verbally. What kind of depends on how salty you are about it.

Nightmare Sans:

Also in the camp of "not dealing with this" and instantly drags you to his realm

If you try to stay, well here's the thing-

He's not asking

Also not the healthiest partner out there but this is all coming from a good place. Besides he's not wrong in that this is the easiest option

Stay in his castle, everything is handled.

Admittedly a little.....impressed? (For lack of a better word) by your abilitt to stay calm even during such extreme storms though even if he doesn't experience this side of you fully

[uracutieraka]

'Need me a big boy'

all might x F!reader

Tw; slight smut, drinking, mentions of age gap

"So, Toshinori, I'm curious," Your words are slightly slurred from the sake you had been chugging down.

You were a new teacher at UA. A long time close friend of Aizawa.

"Y/n, don't ask him one of your crazy, and inappropriate questions." The long haired man warned.

He knew you too well.

"No, no it's fine, I'm curious what she wants to ask."

Aizawa looked down at his glass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He threw his shot back quickly.

The Blond man turned back to look at you.

"Continue." He said.

A smirk tugged it's way at your face.

"When you go into your," you lazily circle your wrist, pointing at him. "Buff, all might form, does everything get bigger?" an eyebrow has now shot up quizzically at him, expectant of his answer.

"I- Everything? What do you mean 'everything'?" his face is flushed at the awkwardness of the question.

He looks around the table at his other coworkers for help.

Midnight shakes her head at him scoffing. "Don't look at us for help, plus I'm curious now too." she grins at him.

"Well, ya' gonna answer me or what?" you're so blunt it scares him.

"Well, uhm, I guess. I've never really checked, hah.." he sputters out.

"Hmm.." you swirl the liquid in your cup around and throw it back quickly.

The rest of the night passes quickly. Alcohol pumping through your veins.

It's no secret you'd been an all might fangirl since you were just a little girl.

His debut changed you.

You even had posters of him in your room until you moved out of your parents home.

Being able to be so close to him was making you go internally crazy.

You also didn't mind the way he looked in his relaxed state.

But something was gnawing at you all night, this teenage fantasy was waving around in your face.

Like a carrot taunting the horse.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes outside you turned to study the older man.

Once everyone begun dispersing, you turned to rush after him.

"Hey!" you gently grip his wrist, causing him to turn around.

"Oh! Y/n! Hi." he breathes out, obviously glad it was just you and not a criminal trying to start something.

"So..,' you look around, bouncing up to the balls of your feet and back down. "About what I asked you earlier,"

He is quick to cut you off.

"Oh! That! Yeah... sorry I couldn't give you a better answer."

He's so, shy? You're beginning to wonder if he wasn't used to having female attention. Even though he was the number one hero for so many years.

You look up at him through your eyelashes.

He can feel the breath get caught in his throat.

He's had his fair share of beautiful women in his life, but you? You're the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes on.

He thanked who ever was above every morning he got to walk into work and hear your sweet voice ring into his ears.

"Morning Toshinori!'

'You look so handsome today!'

Now that he thinks back on it, your sudden advances shouldn't be catching him so off guard.

"Well, I know a way you could give me a real answer." Your statement is followed by a soft giggle. The alcohol providing you with a temporary ego boost.

He could die right now.

The way you're looking at him is driving him insane.

"Okay." is quick to leave his mouth. He's nearly breathless.

You chuckle and step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around one of his.

"Lead the way to your place?"

"Of course." He brings the other arm up to rest his hand on top of one of yours. He turns and leads the way to his apartment.

It's a surprisingly short walk from the bar.

You two made small talk the whole time.

Asking simple questions to get to know each other better.

"So," he begins as you approach his buildings entrance. "Why are you interested in me?" He sounds genuinely curious.

"Well, uhm, to be honest, this is like a teenage dream of mine." You smile up at him, now feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Really? I don't know if I should be hurt or appreciative."

"Definitely appreciative." You say flatly.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth as you approach the front door now.

He moves out of your grip, and opens the door for you.

"Thank you." you say quietly as you enter the building.

It's a lot more quaint than you expected from the number one hero.

A security guard sits at a small desk in the corner of the small lobby.

"Toshinori!," He says, surprised to see the man arrive. "Ah! Finally you've brought a lady friend!"

The man is old, and obviously foreign. His accent is thick.

You look up at him to see his reaction.

His face is a dark shade of red, his hand slowly pulling at his chin in disbelief.

"She's a pretty one too! Good job!"

You laugh at the absurdness of the whole situation.

"Can you just let us up please?" He asks the old man.

"yes, yes, ahhh, you know I'm just poking fun at you!"

"I know, I know."

He thanks the man as you guys walk past him, entering the elevator.

"Have a wonderful night!" he says with a wink, leaning over to scan the card and press the floor number.

He leans back out to the lobby, laughing at his own joke.

"We will!" You reply with a wink.

"Oh my god, you two..' Toshinori says sarcastically.

The elevator doors close and you turn towards him, leaning on the rail behind you.

He's tall, very skinny, which is surprising considering what he looks like in his hero form.

You don't care, he's attractive either way.

He's leaned on the other side. Staring at you with his brows furrowed.

"So, Have you ever been with a fangirl before?" You question him.

He looks at you, eyes wide.

"I mean, yeah I have but, none of them have ever been so," he breathes in sharply. readjusting his posture to stand up straight. "stunning, like you are."

You let out an airy chuckle. "Do you use that line on all the girls you get with?"

"No.'" His tone is strong and bold. "Just you."

You feel the heat rush into your face. You don't even care if he's lying, though something tells you he isn't.

You take a few quick steps forward and wrap your arms around his neck, you pull yourself in close to him, stopping only when youre chest to chest.

He's slightly bent over to get closer to you, his hands rest on your hips. You can feel his breath on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours.

"Promise?" You whisper, Looking into his face to study his reaction.

"Yes, I promise." He smiles slightly, eyes trained on your lips.

He wonders what your lip gloss would taste like.

You lean forward, closing the distance, quickly providing him with an answer to his question.

Cherry and cigarettes.

He didn't realize you smoked. He pushes harder into your mouth and you gasp at his sudden dominant move.

He uses this to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He hasn't done anything like this in so long he's afraid he might've forgotten how to.

You accept his advance, moaning a bit into him.

The elevator dings as the doors slowly open.

You both pull away, breathing heavy. A moment passes and you finally pull fully away, moving off the elevator.

He follows and then grabs your hand, leading you through the narrow hallway to his door.

"It's not much, but it's home." A dry chuckle leaves his mouth as he unlocks the door, pushing it open.

It was a decently sized apartment.

Very tidy and well kept.

You were surprised at how nice it was in all honesty.

He led you to his kitchen. A large island that doubles as a bar sat in the middle of it. He pulled a stool out and patted it, wanting you to sit down.

You did.

He walked around to a cabinet, pulling out two wine glasses.

He opened the cabinet door next to it and retrieved a bottle from the back of it.

He turned around setting everything down on the counter across from you.

"I've been saving this for a special occasion. I haven't needed it until now." He says with a small smile on his face.

"So I'm a "special occasion'?" you say, head resting in the palm of your hand, a sly smile on your face.

"Super special occasion." He corrects himself.

"Ah, I see." You say, voice slightly raspy from the alcohol and hours of talking you've done today.

He fishes a corkscrew out of a drawer in the island.

Opening the bottle he swiftly pours a hearty amount into each glass.

He hands you one and lifts his up towards you.

You take the hint and bring your glass to gently 'Clink' against his.

You both simultaneously lift the glasses to your lips and take a sip.

A shiver visibly runs down your spine. "Oou! that's a dry one!"

"Mhhm." he agrees, already taking another sip.

"Still nice though." You take a giant swig of your drink. Cringing slightly at the after taste.

"Woah! Calm down girl." He says.

"Sorry," a nervous chuckle follows the apology. "Im just really nervous. You're like, a lifelong dream come true."

He chokes a bit on his drink. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

"Don't feel pressured into any-"

You cut him off. "I want this."

He drops his head and a low chuckle escapes from him.

He looks back up at you, and you take a long slow sip from your glass, holding eye contact with him.

He looks away from you and takes in a deep breath to collect his composure.

He's definitely out of practice. That or you're just genuinely that pretty he can't help but feel like this is too good to be true.

"So where's your room at?" You quirk up a brow, scanning around his apartment.

"Here, I'll show you." He comes around the island, extending a hand out to you. You take it and slide off the stool.

Wobbling a bit you steady yourself on his arm.

"Oops!" you say.

He laughs, arm coming out to steady you.

You make it over to his room, and as he opens the door you immediately run over to his bed.

Jumping on it face first.

You huff in deeply.

"Smells just like you!" You flip over to look at him.

"Well I hope so. It is my bed after all."

He walks over clicking his bedside lamp on.

You had moved so you're sitting on your knees on the middle of his bed.

"So, about that question earlier.." you trail off, looking over his figure.

"What about it?" He responds, reaching up and slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He knows what you want, he just wants to hear you say it.

"Can we compare the sizes?"

He would continue pressing you, making you get more in depth but when he looks up at you he can't help but give in.

You're sightly leaned forward, hands pressing into his bed, back slightly arched, as you're leaned forward excitedly awaiting his answer.

Your eyes are wide and he can see the glint of curiosity and mischief behind them.

He can already feel the strain in his pants get tighter.

"Okay, but im out of practice so don't expect too much from me." A dry, throaty chuckle leaves his throat as he begins to fumble with his belt buckle. After a moment his pants drop to the floor. Then his boxers.

Its fairly big as is.

"Wow.." you say under your breath.

"Okay and now," A loud whoosh, and some smoke fill the room. You cough a bit swatting the smoke out of your face, after a moment it clears. There he stands, in all his glory. You lean forward again, to study him up close.

"Holy fuck! That's actually insane!" You're in awe. If you thought he was big before then you were wrong. Now he's easily 2x's the size he was before.

"I guess I've never cared to look before!" His voice now booms through the room.

"No way that'd fit!" You say.

"Want to try?"

[moon-ttokki-x]

stylist!reader x seungmin or jeongin??? any scenario!!

hi hi~ i needed more seungmin and jeongin requests . . . been wanting to write for them so bad but i couldn't think of anything lol . anyway, here you goo~~~

₊✩‧₊˚ stylist!reader x kim seungmin ˚₊✩‧₊

pairing: stylist!reader x kim seungmin

summary: being seungmin's stylist has its perks (mostly)

genre: idol!au, stylist!au, cheeky boy, soft and fluffy, mentions of jyp (yes that needs a warning), please bring back doberman seungmin he was my fav :(

a/n: sorry idk who made this divider . . . if it was you lmk so i can tag and credit u <3

skz masterlist

you have to drag him everywhere

like by his literal collar

or whatever it is that he's wearing

bc this man does not want to walk

like

anywhere

drag him to the mirror, drag him behind a curtain to fix his outfit

it never ends

and he moves around a lot too while you're doing his makeup

more than once you've gotten chan to hold his jaw shut so you can powder it or fix up his contour

and he always stares at you while you do it

with his little meanie face

you know the one he makes where he's trying to be scary but it doesn't work on anyone so he's just like >:|

yeah that one

complains a lot about his appearance to piss you off

'i don't like the eye makeup' 'i hate this shirt'

it never ends but you're used to it so he kind of gives up after a while

when you got assigned to him, he would stare into your eyes while you were doing his makeup to try and make you fumble

bc let's be honest no one could focus if kim seungmin was staring into their soul

but you got used to that too and now you just ignore it

you always get him to tell you how he's feeling on a certain day so you can sort of match his outfit and makeup to his vibe

if he's in a good mood, lots of scarlet reds and brighter colours

if he's just neutral, then dewy pinks and purples

and if he's having a bad day, lots of metallic silver and black

of course his appearance still has to match the other members' vibes

but you always try to make it a little more special

seungmin would never admit it but he appreciates that so much

most of your job is just looking for him to be honest

like man literally disappears and gets distracted by the tiniest things

there's a bird outside? gone

hyunjin has his back turned and is therefore vulnerable to attack? gone

there's no reason for him to go anywhere?

gone

you've debated putting a tracker in his outfit like a literal dog but you decided against it because it's like playing hide and seek

which is kinda fun

usually he's busy doing something random or looking out the window

or pissing his members off

if worst comes to worst and you can't find him, you just threaten to call chan and he materialises out of thin air

which is kinda funny

and when he won't stay still to let you fix his outfit, you threaten to dress him like jyp

that always works lmao

he just goes absolutely rigid and his eyes go all wide

'please don't'

and you'll just fix his collar or his boots or whatever and off he goes again

multiple times you've told him to put accessories on before he goes on stage

but he always forgets

you've had to drag him backstage countless times before the group went on to perform bc he's forgotten to do what you said

you'll have super steady and nimble hands after a while bc trying to clip a chain necklace on a hyped-up puppy boy is one of the hardest things

like ever

he's just raring to go lol

always runs up to you after performing all sweaty and excited

'did you see me? when i did that move'

or something along those lines

he truly is so soft and sweet but he'll never admit it

and you'll nod and he's have the biggest shiniest prettiest boy smile on his face

stop i'm sad

most of the time he sweats all of his makeup off

and then sheepishly bows to you and apologises for ruining all your hard work

but you shake your head and tell him with a smile that it's fine

and it is, really

he looks hotter when he's all sweaty

huh? what

i didn't say anything

yes i did

after he's warmed up to you

and it takes a while, i'm gonna be completely honest

he refuses to let anyone else do his hair, makeup, or outfit

he just wants you

because you always make sure he can dance properly in his outfit, and that his hair isn't in his eyes, or that he likes his makeup

you would never make him wear anything that makes him uncomfortable either

you're always asking for his input on certain outfit ideas and he tells you honestly what he thinks

and you just take his feedback and make outfits for him that he'll be comfortable in

which makes him swoon for you

again, he would never say anything to you about how he's starting to feel

maybe one day, he thinks he might be able to

until then, he'll settle for looking at your pretty face while you do your thing <3

a/n: yomg i wanna be a skz stylist so baddd (seungmin if ur reading this one chance pls)

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[dykephan]

hey, can you elaborate about wad/dd? is it just the voice/behaviour thing or what the content was? and like why was that unsettling, bc personally for me it was all fine and now im like did i miss something big

there's nothing morally wrong with it lmao it just wasn't very entertaining to me. my favorite moments of dd are the ones where he breaks character and just has a good time. he obviously wanted that series to be somewhat satirical, but tbh i never understood what he was trying to say using the character of dd... satire requires clarity of purpose etc etc. the host character was just regular dan but slightly meaner, which was an off-putting choice considering it was the first time we were seeing him after he was away for so long

i would have liked it better if he fully leaned into the talk show host role. i've had insomnia all my life so i spent a lottttt of time watching late night talk shows growing up. they're all basically the same show, but their individual personalities and the way they play off their guests are what made each of them stand out. dan had an interesting character concept in mind -- a host who's snarky to his guests, uses long uncomfortable pauses to see what those guests will do to fill the silence (it's a police interview tactic for a reason; people get chatty when they're uncomfortable), all with a deadpan delivery. but it didn't work for me. my theory is that it's because he's never been an avid viewer of talk shows. to subvert a genre, you first have to understand it inside and out, and as far as i can tell, dan doesn't. he came at it from the perspective of a youtuber. while a talk show host knows they're just the facilitator for a good conversation, dan as the host of dystopia daily WAS the conversation. most dd videos didn't even feature a guest. when they did, the guest was treated exactly like a youtuber doing a collab, not like a guest on a show. this is the most glaring issue to me -- it's like dan wanted to escape the confines of being a youtuber, but the second he had the opportunity to, he played it safe and stuck to the same method of video creation he's always done. dd could have been great but it ended up being really mid 😔

i have less to say about wad. it wasn't my thing, both in the subject matter and the delivery, but i don't have any specific problems with it. some things just aren't meant for me! i did find the end monologue about depression very moving and there are parts of it that have stuck with me to this day. wad clearly meant a great deal to dan and for that reason i'm glad it exists

[docholligay]

I have this post in my mind--a response to an ask, actually, but I'm not sure if tumblr is the venue for it. I don't think it's the AUDIENCE for it, maybe. Don't read this if you have even one single solitary thought about eating and also I'm annoying in the way I phrase some of this so at your peril. (Which is why this is not rebloggable)

It's about something I was having a pretty animated conversation about today, with a couple people: When your sport (endurance/long distance) is about discipline, and about being tougher than yourself, about telling yourself "Pain, tiredness--these are just messages I am free to ignore" that primes us, to quote this sports RD I follow, "We are a very vulnerable and overrepresented population" for doing insane shit with our diets. The difficulty is the point.

It's like one time Jetty and I were talking about how I might have dodged a bullet with my parents not being able to afford gymnastics, because I am, I think it's fair to say, an intense person, and she joked, "Oh yeah, you'd have been hanging over a toilet throwing up for sure," and my immediate retort was, "We both know I would be anorexic, you take that back," to which she replied, 'Oh shit, you're right, you're right."

It's a joke, BUT IT IS ALSO A LITTLE TRUE. I have a will of TITANIUM, especially about denial, and while it's a great thing in many respects, it's also sometimes very bad and I get hurt. And this is not UNUSUAL in the athletic circles in which I quite literally run. We're talking about a world where I'm a medium to a LARGE.

But like, no one on tumblr is going to give a good goddamn about athletes, specifically intense athletes, other than to be like, "This is why no one should work out and everyone should stay in the house and play DnD. By the way you're all secret fascists. " and that is absolutely fucking not what I'm saying. Nor am i saying that this world is inherently toxic. Some of the most politically and socially active and positive people I've met are from this group, because intense people are drawn to it, and also i have noticed, disasters with what i would maybe call "classic" or "icky boy-style uncute" ADHD, and so theres a lot of.motivation there. Maybe this is an in group-out group thing, where what I actually need to do is only have this conversation with other endurance/distance/extreme athletes. IT wouldn't be the first topic I don't want to talk about with people outside the community.

But anyway, RUNNING SHIT LIKE 100 MILERS WITHOUT FUELING IS A MINOR TREND NOW, and at a certain point I'm like, "OKay, I know the extreme ability to push through is very very sexy, and girl, the minute I heard about this I DID want to try it, but I think we all need to cool it a little bit."

(Some of this is that I have been training myself out of training unfueled. It has been difficult to overcome the idea that I will run better if I'm adapted to running empty. I hit my PR for this half and 5k, I have proven the point. I have beat my times by training fueled. I came to this by reading the research, and it was STILL hard. We, like, human beings in general, have a tendency to believe what we WANT to be true, and resist even researched shit, and I wanted running fasted to be more helpful than I think it actually is. It's tough to logic your way out of something you emotioned your way into)

And we as ATHLETES have to be having these conversations, because a lot of times these things come from outside. And there's that whole "i don't take advice from someone whose results i don't want" which i do often keep to. So it mattered more that people who DO value athleticism and toughness were like, "i think running 7 miles on empty sounds like a great way to cause injury" versus your general couch type going, "it sounds like you're not honoring your hunger with yummy numnums:(" But we have trouble within ourselves telling when something is tough but fine versus maybe unwell or dangerous. It's like asking video game people to help each other with screen addition. Totally possible, but an audience that sometimes has difficulty parsing their own vulnerability.

Anyway! This is neither an answer to said ask nor structured in any way! Just written over the course of three runs ahaha. (That I ate before!)