#PERFECT SCORE BBY

[kirqro]

୨୧ ‘ loser els !

warnings || none !

{ just random head canons of my lil loser :( }

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* loser!ellie ‘ who’s room is decked out in posters and random drawings she did ( SOME OF UU !! )

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* loser!ellie ‘ who said score and pumped her fist in the air after kissing you for the first time

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* loser!ellie ‘ who brings you up no matter the topic of the conversation

“ Oh ya my girlfriend said the same thing..!” “My girl hates .. “

“ Yk my girlfriend and I …”

JS NO MATTER THE CONVO !

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* loser!ellie ‘ who has you scattered around all over her car and room !

Polaroids of the two of you guys kissing In her dashboard

Your rubber bands over her gear shift

Your clothes in her laundry basket

Your hair brush on her desk

AH CUTENESS .

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*loser!ellie ‘ who’s palms are always sweaty and think she’s hot shit when she rests her hand on your thigh..

girl if u don’t get ur clammy aa hands OFF ..

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*loser!ellie ‘ who randomly squeezes your cheeks together

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*loser!ellie ‘ who puts her arm out for you to take when you guys walk together and gets genuinely upset when you don’t hold onto her arm ..

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*loser!ellie ‘ who watches instagram reels and laughs her ass off

she sends you them when you’re right next to her and waits for your reaction

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*loser!ellie ‘ who accidentally calls you bro , brother , and dude WAY TO MUCH. But gets mad when you do it to her :(

“Bro guess what Dina just told me”

“What did she tell you BRO.”

“BRO? WHA. oh!.. I’m sorry my perfect Angel baby cakes please”

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*loser!ellie ‘ who has the weirdest nicknames for you.. girl has once called you acorn and didn’t know why you side eyed her for it after it left her lips

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*loser!ellie ‘ who thinks you are the prettiest person ever on the planet earth .

Sometimes you can catch her staring at you with pure love in her eyes .

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*loser!ellie ‘ who is so baby girl and wouldn’t hurt a fly!! ( she is a mass murderer .. )

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Hii bbys !! This is my first official post :))

I had sm fun writing theses about our silly lil els ! Soo maybe part 2??

Constructive criticism is appreciated but PLSS be nice ..!

TYSMM FOR READIN ILY!

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daily click for Palestine !!

- from the river to the sea Palestine WILL be free 🍉

[jakesangel]

how it would be like to date w high school jake ꣑୧ - requested

overall jake was/is nerdy n popular, his good grades in physics n his perfect scores in football made him known as the sim jaeyun who wanted to do music / somehow ?ᩚ / because of that i think he had lots of friends n was also popular w girls.

football player

- he would often ask you to come to his games or even to his practice, wanting to show you off his skills but also showing YOU off to his friends

- would be the type to kiss you during practices, everyone cheering him up

- would even fake injuries so you could take care of him n makes u kiss him

please, come see me at my game, you're my lucky charm bb, he would say the day before the tournament final, a small smirk on his face. if you'd say no or pretending that you won't, he'd take your hips in his hands, forcefully pully you closer, i like to see you in my jersey, i need to see you in it to win. please bby, as his voice goes lower, almost coming out like a murmur. as you finally asgreed, he'd smile would come back, giving you a quick peck before running towards the fields.

physic genius jake

- lots of study dates ᵎᵎ jake doesn't like to study but is naturally good w number so if you struggle w them he is more than willing to study to help you. either at his place or yours in his favorite because it can also means having fun later whereas in the library he has to stay focus

- would be so so proud of you when you get good grades thanks you his teaching n your hard work

- he would do project w you only, leaving his also-not-good-at-science friends calling him a simp

violin player jake

- he would ask you to come over during the weekends to see him practice his violin.

- he would learn your favorites songs n surprise you during those practice.

- he would even play it for you during anniversaries knowing it made you happy.

outside of school jake

- he is busy but will spend them as lunch time w you as possible meaning he will prioritize you over his friends n will make sacrifices towards his football duties for you.

- lots of dates during school break n love going to the beach w you, his friends, n your or dates w layla as well ᵎᵎ

- he would introduce you to his family n you basically be apart of them w the number of time you'll come over so that means lots of sleepovers or even so inviting you for xmas n such ᵎᵎ he would also expect you to do the same for him, as family is very important to him.

want to come to dinner with my family baby ? my mom misses you n layla too, he would often ask you, only meaning that he misses you, studies n football practice tqking too munch of his time. as you read thru him, n accepting, he would be happy the rest of day, completely forgetting the english test he has later that day. but yk my mom really does loves you, he'd add w a pout, i think she love should more than me. she always wants me to give your her cookies and omg layla can't get calm down sometimes. he would keep on nagging until he can't pretend anymore, and you know i miss you too, my princess. i can't catch a break lately n i might pass out lacking of vitamin U.

notes : haii anon i hope you enjoyed it ᵎᵎ i tbh felt a bit uncomfortable talking about minor jake, i hope it's still good nonetheless <3

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @stwrjvke @amouriu @neos127 @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring @pockettwinzz @jwsdoll @heeheeswifey @sjylouvre @txnwvc @oopshee

[ladylooch]

(Ik your requests are closed so pls don’t feel super pressured to write but you write Nico perfect everytime so I choose you :3)

So we all know neeks isn’t into anything super hardcore or kinky when it comes to sex. But when he’s particularly frustrated with hockey or the media he can get a bit rough, needing to take his emotions out on something. (Here’s the angsty part? Idk if this even counts as angst but) maybe one night after a rough game you’re kind of just letting him use you as he needs, but he kinda ‘blacks out’ for a sec and gets a little too rough with you. Nothing super dramatic but you have to say something about it and he’s instantly reeling himself back in and profusely apologizing and completely shifting focus to make it up to you. Poor baby is in near tears over hurting his girl.

His Superstar- Nico Hischier

A/N: I just love the way I was selected for this blurb. Hahahah! I love you anon 🤭 fluff my feathers, bby. You know it works. Also, you know I have to be big sis here and address this theme: communicate with your partners. Keep it safe and respect boundaries.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, sexual boundaries talk

If one more reporter asks Nico if he’s frustrated with his lack of scoring so far this season, he might have to show that reporter just how frustrated he actually is by popping them in the face. 

Day after day, he stands up there in front of their cameras and microphones, answering questions he really doesn’t want to. 

It never gets easier. The vets told him  it would in this first season as captain. It doesn’t. He still has to resist hulking out at some of the dumbass questions and comments he gets in his media scrums. 

But when he gets home to you, none of that matters. He falls into your world where he isn’t an NHL captain. He isn’t a multimillionaire who is underperforming. He isn’t an international superstar.

He’s only yours. Y/N’s Nico.

You, his sweet girlfriend, were waiting for him in the kitchen with fudge brownies using the chocolate his mom sent from Switzerland. He knew exactly what he wanted from you when he saw you in those tiny, red shorts you know drive him nuts.

And it wasn’t food. 

You were unsuspecting, chewing on your bottom lip at the outward frustration you saw gathering in Nico’s eyebrows on social media that morning. He was at the rink longer- getting treatment. But the wildness in his eyes when he walked in did not prepare you for the position you were currently in.

Nico slams into you deeply again. It feels incredible. You moan out your approval to him again. He has you on the kitchen table so he can use his thick thighs to pound at full throttle. Nico rarely gets like this and the excitement of it all has your nipples piercing the air, meeting his groans. His hands come up, groping your breasts as he leans over you more. He is so far gone, whispering in Swiss German, losing control of himself completely as he pushes harder into you. The table moves slightly. You reach out for his arm for safety, holding and rubbing at him while moaning his name.

Nico grabs both of your arms, pinning you down with his palms on both your forearms. You are so close to reaching your climax. You open your legs wider, taking him deeper. Your breathing stutters and you move to pull your arms from his grip to hold his shoulders for security. Nico forces his fingers deeper into you. You’re eyes snap open in unease. You try again. Now his grip is uncomfortable. 

“Nico let go.” You stutter abruptly, feeling panic close your throat. It takes him a moment to hear your words. His head is knocked back as he begins to dribble into you. The reaction of his impending orgasm has him tightening further. “Nico! Stop!” You yell suddenly. Nico snaps to immediately, releasing your arms. You push at his abdomen until he falls out of you. 

“What!? What happened!?” You are still splayed beneath him, completely exposed. You suck in a shaky breath, trying to ground yourself. You can tell he didn’t mean to, but you suddenly feel very naked and uncomfortable. Nico can see that. He grabs his jacket on the chair to his right, draping it over you. His expression is worried. He tentatively reaches out for your hand. You lace your fingers together. “Did you say something and I missed it?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so sorry. Oh my god. Baby, what did you say? I didn’t hear. I’m so sorry. I’m so…” He trails off, dashing a hand through his hair. He looks around the table frantically, trying to find the pants you both dropped on the floor in haste.

“Nico.” You call, reaching for him to come back to you. He is berating himself internally. You can see it with every twitch of his facial features. His shoulders are slumping inward as he leans over you, reaching out for your cheek then recoiling his fingers. You grab his hand, placing it there and leaning into his touch. “Can you please calm down so we can talk about it?”

“I hurt you!”

“No you didn’t.”

“I crossed a line!”

“Yes, but unintentionally.” You sit up, very aware of your naked core settling against the kitchen table. You open your arms and Nico steps in. He presses his forehead to your shoulder, his jacket still covering most of your naked body. You turn so you can brush comforting kisses along his stubbled jaw. “I asked for you to let go of my arms.” Nico shakes his head.

“I didn’t hear.”

“I know.” You murmur, “That’s why I yelled.” He nods.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I am okay. And I want to finish, but can we not do it this way anymore?”

“Of course.” He nods. He pulls away to look at your face. “I’m so sorry. I did not hear you. I would never keep doing something you weren’t comfortable with.”

“I know, Neeks. Now let me finish you off on the couch.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifts you up, walking to the leather couch. He chuckles as you shiver when your back hits it, like always. The air of safety returns as you straddle his lap, sliding down until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He grips your hips tenderly, creating a line for you to buck yourself into. 

When he came into the apartment, he wanted to take you his way. But now, watching you ride him so good, he thinks about how much better this is. You always have better ideas than him. The bed you picked. The apartment you moved into together. The bedding. This couch.

And this fucking tempo. His head falls back; his belly burns with fire. Your inner walls suck him deeper and he releases white ribbons into you.

“Baby.” He moans against your mouth as you wetly kiss him in praise. You’re not quite there yet. He sinks deeper into the couch cushions as you use him for your own pleasure. He watches with heavy and lustful eyes, biting his bottom lip when you shout his name to the ceiling. He curls forward, groaning, gripping himself into your chest as you pulse around his sensitive cock. He shivers when your nails drag along his shoulders, leaving red scratches as you bounce up and down once more.

“Oh god.” You croak out when you find your voice. “That was… Fuck.” 

“You’re a superstar, baby.”

“Thought that was you?” You murmur, raking a hand through his mused, brown locks.

“No… Right now I’m only yours.”

[itaerae]

may i please request switch team as ur boyfriend 🙏 fem reader please

switch team as your bf 💭💭

pairing: na kamden, kim taerae, terazono keita, park hanbin, yoon jongwoo, zhang shuaibo x fem!reader

word count: 487

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

notes: i TRIED my best ᴖ̈ tysm for the request !

ᥫ᭡ na kamden

⋆ he adores study dates ! bby is an engineering major, you better help him out

⋆ will zone out at times and just stares at your face, pou behavior

⋆ y’all def having matching pou plushies, you can’t convince me otherwise

⋆ he doesn’t show much affection outside, but inside he’s over the moon for you <3

⋆ his love language is def acts of service; he loves the feeling of being able to do things for you !

ᥫ᭡ kim taerae

⋆ let’s you plan matching outfits ! (his fashion is atrocious, taerae ily but no absolutely not)

⋆ he has that glowing smile on his face every time he’s around you, a whipped man for sure

⋆ y’all def go karaoke for fun, but then he laughs at you when his score is higher

⋆ takes you out for ice cream afterwards though ! a win-win for both

⋆ his love language is physical touch; bby can’t keep his eyes and limbs off you, he’s attached 24/7 <3

ᥫ᭡ terazono keita

⋆ you tease him for his height and in return he teases your rapping lol

⋆ he takes you on the cutest dates, precious :(

⋆ WILL show up at your doorstep unexpectedly, be prepared to open it !

⋆ he loves being around you, you’re his comfort person; he loves how he can just naturally express himself with you

⋆ his love language is somewhere in between quality time and acts of service <3

ᥫ᭡ park hanbin

⋆ he’s very stressed out being a group leader sometimes and doubts if he’s too harsh, you’re like his stress reliever :((

⋆ melts into your affection all day, everyday

⋆ he swears y’all are soulmates, lives by the words match made in heaven

⋆ matching everything; keychains, shoes, clothes, food, etc. he loves to show off your matching accessories on dates !

⋆ his love language is words of affirmation ! whether it’s receiving or giving, it doesn’t really matter <3

ᥫ᭡ yoon jongwoo

⋆ he SCREAMS bf material, is indeed the perfect bf

⋆ loves to take you on late night dates or drives ! whether its 11 PM or 3 AM, any time can be date time

⋆ indulges in deep life convos with you purely because he finds your thoughts and opinions comforting :((

⋆ cuddling is a must, he WILL hold you for hours. there’s no getting out of this one !

⋆ his love language is quality time; he adores every single moment with you <3

ᥫ᭡ zhang shuaibo

⋆ bobo teaches you twice choreographies !

⋆ precious likes to buy matching stuffed animals with you ! y’alls rooms are def cluttered with hello kitty things

⋆ quality time with you is def doing each other’s make-up + skincare !

⋆ sometimes he just needs to reboot, just let him be lol 🧍🏻

⋆ his love language is words of affirmation; pls shower the boy in compliments, he deserves it <3 (poor bby doesn’t deserve the hate he's getting ˙◠˙)

[boyfiejay]

Never too late.

PAIRING : Jake Sim x gn Reader

GENRE : friends to ???, open ending

Warning : jake is dumb and kinda a loser, reader gets cheated on, curse words, reader is adored by everyone

Word Count : 0.4k

Author's note : wrote this 4 days ago in physics and fell sick 😝

Jake is a normal guy, who can solve and explain physics better than his teacher. And despite his good grades, isnt considered a nerd due to his extremely active social life.

So you would think that for such a smart person, Jake should realize the difference between attraction and crush right? Yeah well so did everyone else but seems like thats not the case.

So you two weren't exactly close, but used to hangout due to mutual friends. And jake has always found you pretty, maybe never say it out loud to you but he wouldnt deny it either.

Jake was clueless as to why his friends sent him a teasing look whenever you talked to him. And why his blood boiled when you talked about a guy in your class, your friend group teasing you. Why he felt like shit when you scored a date with said guy. And when you got into a relationship with him.

The guy you were dating was good looking, tall and an athlete, all tell-tale signs of why you liked him. Jake personally never talked to him, avoiding him like a plague, he himself was confused as to why he was so hell-bent on avoiding him.

Maybe it was because he was getting some bad vibes from this guy, because lets be honest which athletic guy was actually good? (bro just ignored the fact that he also plays sports). But he pushed that thought away to not upset you, especially when you look so happy around him.

And soon enough you were crying to your friend group about how that guy had cheated on you. Sunoo is side eyeing him so hard for standing there while you cried.

Jake couldnt understand how someone could cheat on you. Well for starters, Jay was going to murder that guy and secondly you were simply too good for people around you. You were adored by everyone around you, and everyone had good things to say about you. And he's pretty sure Sunghoon had a crush on you sometime, and meeting that guys standards is no joke. ( you're perfect bby i love you >3<)

Jake never considered himself as dumb but in this moment where everyone around him was trying to make him realize his feelings, he truly looked like an idiot.

Maybe he didn't realize his feelings because he thought you were simply too good for him, and that you were out of his league. But he still was an idiot for not realizing this sooner.

But maybe, just maybe, it wasn't too late.

Maybe he still had a chance.

[doumadono]

emergency request.

hey author, tomorrow is my exam and im too overwhelmed by the pressure. Earlier i asked my mom if what happens if i didn't get in the honor list, although she reassured me that it will be fine and just try my best next quarter. Even though i have high scores on my quizes and in my performance tasks, i still can't help but cry because of my anxiety :(. I've been crying for like hours now.. Barely studying.

can i request my bby shoto on how he would comfort? lovelots

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you're feeling overwhelmed, but I understand the pressure you're under. It's okay to have moments of anxiety, but remember, you've been working hard and have achieved high scores on your quizzes and performance tasks. Take a deep breath, give yourself a moment to relax, and then try to focus on your study. You've got this, and I believe in you. If you ever need more support or just want to talk, I'm here for you. Good luck on your exam!

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Shoto Todoroki is exceptionally understanding and compassionate. When he sees you distressed and crying, he immediately puts his tasks aside and goes to sit by your side.

He gently takes your hand and says, "I'm here for you. I understand the pressure you're under, but remember that you've been working hard. You've aced your quizzes, and your performance tasks have been great. You're doing your best."

Shoto's soothing voice and calm presence help to ease your anxiety. He continues, "It's okay to feel nervous, but I believe in you. I know you can do this. Exams are just one part of your journey, and your worth isn't determined by your grades."

He brushes away a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "You're strong, and I admire your dedication. No matter what happens, I'm proud of you."

In between study sessions, he suggests short breaks where you both enjoy a warm cup of tea or hot chocolate, providing you with a sense of comfort and warmth. He encourages you to take deep breaths and even practices some relaxation techniques with you to help manage your anxiety.

Shoto takes some of your flashcards and writes motivational messages on the back of them. So when you're studying, you stumble upon phrases like, "You're amazing" or "You've got this," motivating you to keep going.

As the evening progresses, Shoto surprises you with a homemade dinner (soba, soba, soba!), and you share a quiet meal together, your mind temporarily free from the stress of exams. He reminds you that balance is essential, and taking care of your well-being is just as important as studying.

As you prepare to sleep, Shoto gently tucks you in, placing a small kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry, baby, just concentrate and everything will be fine, trust me," he whispers. His presence and his soothing words ensure you have a peaceful night's rest.

In the morning, you find a last note from Shoto, placed on your study materials: "Today is your day. Go and shine brightly." It's the perfect way to start the day, with Shoto's love and support as your guiding light.

Bonus!

Good results:

When you share your excellent results with Shoto, he couldn't be prouder. He gives you a warm, genuine smile and pulls you into a tight hug, whispering, "I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you."

Shoto surprises you with a homemade celebratory dinner. He goes all out, making your favorite dishes and even a decadent dessert. The evening is filled with laughter and joy as you celebrate your success together.

To commemorate your achievement, Shoto gifts you a beautiful notebook, symbolizing the next steps in your academic journey.

Bad results:

If the results aren't what you hoped for, Shoto's reaction is one of unwavering support. He holds you close and reassures you that it's okay to have setbacks - they're a part of life. "Don't worry, my love, I'm sure you'll pass with another take, just give yourself time to work on the materials."

He suggests taking a break from studying for a little while to destress and relax. Together, you go for a walk or visit a nearby park, allowing you to clear your mind and regain your motivation.

Shoto reminds you that one exam doesn't define your worth or potential. He shares stories of his own struggles and challenges, showing you that even heroes have their moments of difficulty.

[mrs-hatake]

all i see is you

pairing: kakashi x f! si! Y/N

genre: fluff, humor, romance.

word count: 1500

a/n: me to my friend at our own winder wonderland: this place is so perfect for dates with your s/o! why don't i have kakashi or obito with me 😩 you know what, i'll write a one shot about it 😤

my friend: you write that one shot bby

The sun is just beginning to set, making way for the bright LED lights to provide a source of luminescence; twinkling of blues, greens, reds, pinks and purples.

The sky is a brilliant shade of lambent blue where you can almost see the stars and the full moon shyly peeking through, waiting for the right time to shine.

Behind the four metal detector frames is a dark blue arch made of gibson board. There are drawings of a snowman with a green and white striped scarf and the classic black top hat, penguins, a polar bear and children building their own snowmen or engaged in a snowball, toothy grins on their chubby cheeks. Above, written in elegant cursive and in a porcelain shade of white, Konoha’s Winter Wonderland.

There is a long queue of people – from families, couples, to groups of friends – all lined up in front of the metal frames. Though, the air isn’t suffocating and the wind blowing doesn’t bite them, just gently nipping at their winter clothes.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Y/N squeals, excitement evident in her tone as she rises her shoulders up to her ears to protect them from the cold. Around her waist is a pair of muscled arms that are resting loosely, fingers barely intertwining in front of her midsection.

Kakashi lets out a sound of agreement as he gently sways Y/N, basking in her elation. They have been trying to purchase tickets to the wonderland for the past month and a half and, by some miracle, they have managed to score two tickets.

Normally, the silver haired middle school teacher would avoid crowded places like the plague. Though, with Y/N cutely pouting at him and displaying her infamous – and merciless – Bambi eyes, Kakashi couldn’t say no. So, he spends every day refreshing the website to see when tickets are on sale to surprise her with. And when he got those virtual tickets, she had tackled him and planted kisses all over his face, and hugging too tight his face turns blue when she hears him laugh in delight.

When their QR code is scanned, Y/N drags her husband to the nearest face paint stand and she fistbumps the air when there are only two people in front of them.

She opts for yellow stars with white glitter that trail from above the arch of her eyebrow all the way down to the apple of her cheeks on the left side of her face since that’s her good angle when taking pictures.

“What do you think?” She asks in a sing-song voice, shimmying her shoulders.

Kakashi can’t help but to snort, “Cute.” and he ruffles her hair but makes sure to not mess her straightened bobcut.

Y/N beams up at him and huddles closer to him for heat, smiling brightly when Kakashi’s arm rests on her frame and pulls her closer to him as they walk around the park.

“Where do you want to go next?” Kakashi asks as he scans the rides available, taking note of which one they can go on.

Y/N’s face is frozen in a maniacal smile; big round, shifty eyes and shallow breathing that almost sounds like the beginning of a hysterical laugh.

“Nervous?” Kakashi asks and rubs her arms, well aware of her fear of heights.

Y/N doesn’t reply and instead rigorously nods her head like some bobble head.

“We can start off with the smaller rides?” He offers, “Or we can go straight to the arcade.”

Kakashi’s wife processes his words as she eyes their surroundings, in pursuit for a thrilling yet short ride; both in time and height.

A neon sign, Crazy Hungry Caterpillar, written in the order of green, yellow and red grabs her attention and she tugs Kakashi’s hand and points at the ride of a train designed as a caterpillar.

The line consists of children between the ages of five to ten years old. The tracks are roughly five ten feet above ground and the carts are big enough for two people to ride in, the ideal rollercoaster.

Kakashi doesn’t sigh but he does chuckle at how comical they must look; A hundred and eight centimeter tall man accompanying his a hundred and fifty six tall wife on a ride meant for babies. His suspicion is confirmed when the parents of the children waiting in line stare at them in befuddlement while the children shamelessly gape at them, not that they know any better.

Kakashi just smiles, eyes turning into crescents, as he follows after his bouncing wife. Despite how tame the ride appears, he could tell that Y/N is still nervous from the way she keeps squeezing his hand to the point it turns red and that frenzied grin is still stuck on her face.

They are seated in the middle and even though she is restless, Kakashi knows that Y/N is also excited. She just has a strange way of showing her fear. His wife did not stop laughing during the whole ride, even during the sharp and sudden turns or the small drop towards the end. She even insists they go for a second round and, this time, Kakashi laughs along with her, enjoying and savoring the moment.

Y/N walks on wobbly legs when they get down from the rollercoaster but Kakashi is there to help her. In thanks, she stands on her tiptoes and plants a big, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Oops,” She giggles when she pulls back, “I got lipstick on you.”

Kakashi shrugs, “It’s my own face paint.” and it isn’t funny but Y/N guffaws nonetheless, drunk on exhilaration.

Next, they get cotton candy even though Kakashi doesn’t like anything sweet but he will eat whatever his wife eats. He gets a blue one and she gets a pink one.

“It’s not a sexist thing!” Y/N insists when Kakashi jokingly mentions the colors. “You like blue and I like pinks. Simple.” she huffs, making her husband laugh because he just loves seeing her get all worked up.

The two walk around the park, hands interlocked, mouth filled with soft sugar clouds. The song You by Regard x Troye Sivan x Tate McRae is playing in the background.

They briefly watch as a woman dressed as a winter elf dances while blowing bubbles, children from all ages jumping about in front of her stage as they try and catch them.

A plethora of booths are scattered about; food, apparel, souvenirs, everything is available for purchase.

When they throw away their empty cotton candy sticks, Y/N points to a large house made from wood located in the corner.

“Let’s go check the Haunted House out!”

Kakashi’s eyebrow quirks.

“What?”

At his exasperated stare, Y/N dramatically rolls her eyes, “I won’t get scared, promise!”

“Huh.”

“Promise!”

Y/N gets scared.

Screaming, jumping and laughing at every monster and serial killer that jumps at them. At one point, Y/N laughs so hard and so out of control that one of the actors stands awkwardly in front of her before joining in on her laughter. Though, he isn’t entirely sure why they were laughing. Hey, at least it’s better than that time he got punched by a man dressed in a green leotard. In the middle of winter. With a bowl cut.

Kakashi doesn’t even flinch, nor bat an eye at the man chasing them with a chainsaw. He just follows after his wife to make sure she doesn’t get lost…again.

Y/N is clutching her stomach, gulping air, wheezing a laugh when they finally make it out of the haunted house. And even though Kakashi found it stupid, he still has a light expression because what matters is that Y/N is having fun. And whenever Y/N is enjoying herself, then Kakashi feels happy.

The married couple play a few of those ripped off games and Kakashi manages to win a stuffed llama –

– “His name is Larry!” –

And a red and orange frowning octopus –

– “Kacchan!” totally not after her favorite anime character –

before they get dinner from one of the endless rows of food stalls.

By the end of the night, Kakashi is dragged all over the park for popular selfie spots where he is pretty certain that both of their phones have about five hundred new pictures of themselves and of the gorgeous decoration.

Y/N passes out the second Kakashi pulls out from the parking lot and makes their way home. Though, he isn’t upset that his wife fell asleep.

He knows how hard Y/N had been working the past year and this fun little outing is Kakashi’s way of thanking his wife for all her hard work and effort.

Afterall, he knows that if he is in such a situation, Y/N would do the same thing for him as she had done so in the past.

Kakashi is immensely grateful for marrying such a wonderful woman.

[tutuandscoot]

Worlds ‘17 SD moments we don’t appreciate enough

*some gifs have been joined so I can fit more in

1. The tech score ticking over by precisely 6.30 at the very end which is the exact number of a perfect lift (it may have changed later but in the moment it was immediately given a perfect score).

2. *squishy cuddles*

3. *tushie taps*

4. Patch giving T a ‘you are my favourite child’ hug (*1 half of my favourite children) ((**excluding my actual child)).

5. *THIS MOMENT* in slow motion

6. Happy kiddos feat. a super smiley scootie (no baby wave this time ☹️)

7. #fidgetyboi (just hold T’s hand scootie it’s right there↙️)

8. Scott shouting out ‘GMac’ (his grandfather, who was very sick) and Patch looking over as if to say ‘I k n o w’ 🥺

9. T initiating the pat pats, #scott loves Tessa’s knees

10. *mmh yeah not bad except why is it not higher?*

11. Marie: “I’m so proud of you bby just let me break your leg real quick” #scott obvs has a high pain tolerance #ouch not the rings

12. *the fact that a) this is a WR and b) the no. 1 rank won’t appear for the rest of the SD competition (12 teams still to go)

13: “woo” #bless her cotton socks #ponytail bounce

14: #tessa tackle feat. proud papa Patch. Also: @ PC I hope you are seeing this so you know damn well who my favourite children are (also T leaning her head on S’s arm is tooooo soft)

15: can’t forget to shoutout ‘Ilderton, ON’ even if the camera is cutting away

[nicolaspicolas]

Perfect score bby

How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

[cybervom1t]

meth, guns, crime of passion, hearts of your enemies, and kittens. how many did i get right :3c

only a REAL follower of mine would know that i’d choose meth over heroin <333 i think it’s a tie between kittens and bunnies but other than that you scored perfect bby <333

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Children's War (Sneak Peek)

5 BBY Training Quarters of the Malevolent

Over ten years of service and what is the reward? Trainees. Soft, wet behind the ears, fleshy little rats without an ounce of discipline. They're all civilians now. Clones, we're an obsolete invention.

I know it's the Moff's way of rewarding me with the closest thing to a pension. I'd much rather be back out there on the front lines, but no. It's 0500 and I'm up on my feet, dressed in an officer's uniform stalking my way toward the training room, again. Today, maybe today they'll get it.

The class before them got it eventually. As did the one before them. You come here to do one job. Fight for the Empire. Protect the peace. Show no mercy.

I yawn. I need more caf in the morning. I never drank it before but boy do I want it now. I've heard it's more addicting than alcohol, and alcohol is the only thing that keeps my sorrows at bay usually. Maybe I ought to switch.

There's not a sound in the open air room as I approach. I frown. Did they all sleep in? If so I'm going to drag every one of their shebs out onto that floor and make them run laps till their legs fall off.

I toggle the door. It slides open and there's not a light on inside. "Kriffing recruits." I hit the lights.

Right smack dab in front of me stands a stiff sandy colored B1. I start back, my hand on my blaster before a voice rings out, half laughing in the worst monotone I've ever heard, and echoes from the droid's chest.

"Roger. Roger."

I gather my senses and my composure quickly enough to snap up my blaster and shoot the blasted thing right in the chest.

The whole thing crashes over and falls to pieces. It's not even fully there. It's a B1 dummy with protocol droid legs. Among their bits, I find a busted up commlink. I pick it up. It spits sparks and static.

"Cadets!" I yell into it.

There's a scramble from somewhere within the room and from the storage closets rookies come stumbling out, laughing their heads off.

"You thought it was real, sir!"

"We got you!" Cadets grab each other howling at their own prank.

Someone waves a hand in front of another cadet's face. "This is the droid you're looking for. Hah!"

One of them grabs their gut, doubling over laughing.

I click the setting on my blaster discreetly to stun and I level it at the nearest person I see. "This isn't an arena for fun."

Every sound in the room turns to silence. Pure, fearful, silence.

"Now that I have your undivided attention." I put my foot on the head of the droid. I crush it beneath my boot. "Who set this up?"

Not a word. They look among each other. I'd be disappointed if they ratted each other out so quickly. However, this isn't the time to be covering it up.

"Spit it out!"

Several fingers point to the Iridonian kid in the middle of the room. He huffs out his chest and crosses both arms over it. "Pretty good, huh?"

"If you wanted to get shot, then yes. As far as construction, it's completely shoddy work."

His pride fades out of his face. I holster my blaster. "Everyone of you, we're skipping our planned training. I want you all to run the Crucible."

"But that's for the–"

"I don't care." I put both hands on my hips. "Every. Single. One. Of. You. Run it till you get a perfect score. If you don't, you run it tomorrow."

"A perfect score?" A murmur through the room. Now they're scared. They should be. Scared will keep them alive.

I gesture to the door out. The Iridonian Cadet-Braze his name is–steps up and I put my hand on his chest. "And you're cleaning up this mess."

More pride fades. My commlink buzzes. What now? I grab it and stay behind as the cadets filter out.

"Copy," I mutter into the commlink.

"Officer, you are requested in the Grand Moffs office."

"Sir, I'm in the middle of training."

"Another officer will be assigned your duties. Report ASAP."

"Copy that." I shove the commlink and follow the rookies out. I raise my voice to a yell. "All of you! Someone else is filling in. I still want to see perfect scores when I get back."

A few heads turn. I know they gossip. This isn't the first prank they've pulled either. It might be their last.

I wave them on. They'll talk. I don't care. In a few months they'll be shipped out like the rest. Then it'll start all over again. New faces. New tricks. More pride to knock down a few pegs. I was probably like them once. Too much war changes you.

I proceed to the Grand Moff's office. He too relocated with me. Now that his project is off the ground, the ISB, he's taken the cozy route. Overseeing cadets must be a breeze when all the work falls on my shoulders.

A trooper, they're called Stormtroopers now, stands outside the door in dark armor. I casually salute and he opens the door for me.

"Sir?" I step inside.

"Kian." The Moff turns around. There's a panoramic view outside of his office window. All of space. This isn't just some training base. This is the base. The star destroyer known as Ground Zero. The brightest and the best come off this ship.

The Moff steps down and looks at me. "I doubt you keep up with politics, but I do. Tonight there will be an Imperial gala on Naboo. Several high ranking officers and senators will be there. I'm told even Bail Organna and his daughter might appear."

"And you're telling me this why, sir?"

"I need security."

I glance back at the trooper in the open doorway. The Moff strides past me. He closes the door. "I need security I can trust."

"I trained all these men, sir."

"You did, but they don't possess your loyalty. Nor do they possess your experience."

I lift a brow. "You're not going to listen to political prattle?"

"I believe there may be more insurrectionists in our ranks. Surely you've heard the rumors. Rebel attacks, insurrection, civilian riots. Naboo is not free of them, nor is any planet. I will need a second set of eyes and ears. Someone who can be anywhere."

I lift my chin a few inches. "I understand."

"Good man. I will assign your cadets to another officer for now. I'm sure they will turn out fine."

"Yessir." They'd better.

"One more note," The Moff folds his hands behind his back and begins to pace back to his desk. "Many important faces will be attending. This Gala is something of a...show. I of course expect no particular threat, but I know better than to anticipate a quiet evening. We still have many enemies."

"Understood, sir."

"Thank you." The moff sits. He sets his hands on the desk and looks at them firmly. "One final thing."

I cock an eyebrow.

He smiles, then shakes his head. "Nevermind. It will be better to discuss after."

The Moff's words leave a twist in my gut, but I keep up my stoicism. "Yessir," I whisper.

"Please prepare quickly. We shall be arriving at 1500." He waves to the door and almost smirks. "I do hope you don't mind a crowd."

[tutuandscoot]

Her little air kiss and wink ❤️ her confusion and then ‘really’ as her eyes light up reacting to being told it’s a perfect score ❤️ his ‘oh wow’ as T touches her heart [the fact that neither of them knew what the perfect score total even was 💔🫠] Marie latching onto and cuddling his arm (is so soft) 🥹 her lil celebratory ‘yay’ followed by immediate embarrassment and S’s ‘omg u dork’ reaction ❤️ the beautiful hugs from M+P (so soft) ❤️ his kiss on her cheek (which honestly every time either this or a post skate hug happens it makes me think that it’s a self-enforced reward for him.. like ‘I did a good job so get to kiss my fave person now’.. that along with ‘ my kiddo did such a good job she always deserves kisses but this one is going to be extra lovely) which is one of the softest things ever followed by a hug that proves they are the best huggers in the world because they equally pull each other so close but so gently and honestly I really want one of their hugs I think it would fix all my problems in life ❤️🫠🫠 and then the rest of it❤️❤️❤️

Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir in the Kiss and Cry after their perfect Free Dance at Canadian Nationals 2018

[goosewithtwoos]

Rooster x female reader

I’m not sure if you take requests if not please feel free t ignore this

You were mavericks little girl and best friends with rooster sense what seemed like forever not knowing he had secret feelings for you but didn’t say anything because you were His dads best friends daughter,but he couldn’t help when everyone was at the bar and hangman was teasing you at pool and for the first time you let anger slip and used the pool stick to being hangman to his knees and held his chin up with the stick.

“You think your mother would be very proud of the man she raised talking like that”

Frothing at the mouth, let’s go :0 also i have no idea if you wanted some seccy moment but i wrote seccy anyways. dip out at any point bby

PUNK TACTICS

Cheers erupted from the crowd as Penny rang the ‘Free Round’ bell.

Some idiotic soul had insulted Phoenix who was out of uniform, saying that he could probably score better on the ASVAB.

You were standing with the other Top Gun graduates, hanging around the pool table, beer bottles scattered nearby. You probably didn’t need another round, but hell, if someone else was paying, you’d take a free drink.

Rooster stood, watching more than actually playing. He leaned his chin on the pool cue, aviators falling down to the bridge of his nose. His eyes flit between the action on the table and you.

Phoenix made her way back over, rolling her eyes at the wolf whistles but carried drinks in hand. She handed one to Bob who, bless him, was still nursing his first beer.

She passed another to Coyote and made an attempt to give one to Rooster, but he politely declined.

Phoenix raised a brow at him. It wasn’t often that Rooster declined a drink.

“I’m D.D tonight.” He explained. “Someone has to make sure she gets home safe.” He motioned towards you.

You would alternate between being designated drivers for each other for as long as you could remember. Whoever was driver would take the other home and make sure to set up a nice little array of advil and water so the following morning hangover would be lessened.

You and Rooster used to sleep over at each other’s houses - solely for the purpose of ‘if anything went wrong’ - but the amount of sleepovers seemed to have diminished as of late.

Phoenix just shrugged at Rooster, took a sip from her own bottle, and then handed you the one meant for Bradley.

He smiled, lop sided, as you took a sip. Your eyes were laser focused on the table, watching how Hangman was playing and trying to figure out the best way to screw him over.

Hangman hit two shots in a row, basking in the glory from Fanboy who was seemingly always hyping him up.

“Your turn, Mini-Mav.” He said to you, eyes glinting with the excitement of the game.

You had a call sign but no one from Top Gun used it. Ever since it was discovered that you were the daughter of Maverick, you became ‘Mini-Mav’.

It bothered you at first. You were your own person, damn it, not just your fathers daughter, but it eventually grew on you.

Your eyes found Rooster, who gave you a slight nod as encouragement, and lined up your shot. Your heart inexplicably began to quicken its pace but you attributed it to the game.

Your cue tapped the table lightly and Hangman whistled, low and slow. “My move.”

You groaned, righting yourself and smacking the end of your cue on the floor. “Come on,” you groan. “Are you serious?”

Hangman just shrugged and went to line up his shot.

“Rules are rules.” He said cooly. He hit another perfect shot and you wanted to tap out right then and there but knew you couldn’t. You had put money on this stupid game and were determined not to lose.

Hangman stood back up, moving around the table to get another shot. Rooster’s and Hangman’s eyes met, the two men trying to burn each other.

Neither was blind. You were undeniably attractive and both men were fighting for you. Rooster said he had claim, he’d known you forever, but Hangman swore he’d get you in the end. This game was going to determine winner.

As Hangman prepared for a shot, he made sure to get right in front of Rooster, successfully hitting him in the abdomen when he shot another round.

Rooster pressed his lips firmly together, trying not to show any sort of discomfort.

“Oh, sorry bud. Didn’t see you there.” Hangman said, turning and grinning. Your eyes darkened. No one was allowed to insult Bradley except for you. Making fun of him was your job.

Hangman looked towards you and noticed the way your expression had changed. “All right there, Mini?”

“Dandy, Bagman.” You grit out.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking but seeing Hangman hit Rooster was really rubbing you the wrong way. You had to make this game count. 

You focused on each shot, hitting four in a row. No one spoke as you sunk the last ball, seemingly all holding their breath.

Hangman looked both angry and impressed but Rooster was smitten.

The look of determination across your face, they way your arms flexed in your black tee, all mixed with the fact that he was taking you home tonight left him with a dull ache.

He had to stop himself from staring by turning to Bob and joining the conversation with Phoenix.

You went to make another move but Hangman’s voice stopped you.

“Didn’t think you’d be this good, Mini.” He said, making a crude gesture with his pool cue, the double implication not lost to you.

You whipped your head around, ready to hit him. “Would you shut up for once in your goddamn life?”

Phoenix, Rooster and Bob all stopped and turned. Fanboy was stepping behind Hangman, ready to back him up in anything.

“Struck a nerve there, didn’t I? Never took you for a prude. Kinda thought you were like your daddy.” Hangman’s eyes danced between you and Penny who was smiling behind the bar, none the wiser of what had just been said.

That was it.

You struck Hangman in the chest with the end of your cue, sending him back and hunched over. A look of shock crossed his face but before he could stand back up, your cue was under his chin, forcing him to look at you.

“You think your mother would be proud of the man she raised talking like that?” You growled.

Fanboy grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him back up. Both men were looking at you, shock in their eyes. You’d never lost your temper like this before.

Rooster was behind you in an instant, pressing a hand against your back. Phoenix was on your left, ready for a fight.

Penny had looked over but knew it was best to leave the group alone until it really turned physical.

“Jeez, doll, didn’t think you’d react like that.” He rubbed over the spot in his chest, holding back the whine in his throat.

“How’d you think I’d take it? You expect me to be okay with you making fun of my family?”

Something flashed across Hangman’s face. He wasn’t going to let you have the last word.

“I expected you to go crying to Goose - ah whoops, I mean Rooster.”

You lunged at Hangman, ready to swing a beautiful right hook but Phoenix had grabbed you, holding you back. Rooster was much too surprised to do anything and contemplated if he should tell Phoenix to let you go.

“I bet your taking the right piss there, aren’t you?” You yelled at him. Hangman was taking steps back, Fanboy going to stand between you two. “Or is it left, huh? I bet even in the tightest boxers, it’s so small you can’t even see which way it curves!”

You slipped from Phoenix’s grip but got caught by Rooster.

“Come on,” he said, picking you up from under the arms and dragging you across the bar. Penny’s eyes were on you, concerned. She shook her head slowly and watched as you got pulled through the crowd. “We’re going home.”

Once in the parking lot, Rooster set you down. You tried to run back in but he stood in front of you, body blocking.

“Just one swing!” You cried, trying to get past him.

He grabbed you again, holding you by the arms. His eyes bore down to yours, trying to get you to calm down.

“Take a deep breath.” He said.

You tried to do as told but remembering what Hangman had said - calling Rooster by his dad’s call sign - chocked you up again.

“Just forget about him. He’s stupid. You’re the biggest prude I know.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

You dropped your head. You didn’t want him to see the tears welling in your eyes. It was a nasty habit of yours to cry whenever you got mad and you hated when Rooster saw your tears.

“It’s not what he said about me.” You admitted, feeling a tear slip down. “It’s what he said to you.”

Roosters grip on you lessened. His breath hitched as he took in what you said. He knew you both cared for each other but watching you try to fight for his honor left his heart aching.

“Look at me.” He muttered. It wasn’t a command and more of a question.

Your head turned up, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Your eyes were a bit red but thankfully you weren’t crying anymore.

His thumb wiped under your eye, picking up a trace tear that hadn’t fallen just yet.

“You don’t have to fight for me.” He said, heart beat racing. “I’m a big enough boy to fight my own battles.”

You finally met his eyes and you wanted to cry again. Something inside you switched when you looked at him.

You had known for a while that you loved him but you couldn’t tell what kind. Sure, you had grown up with him but that didn’t stop you from thinking of him in a few different ways. He was obviously handsome but he also was your best friend. He knew more about you than anyone else and when you had your heart broken for the first time, he was the first person you ran to.

Bradley held a special place in your heart that couldn’t be filled by anyone else.

“I know you are,” You whimpered out. “but he’s not allowed to say that to you.” You felt a bit childish but continued. “I’m the only one who’s allowed to make fun of you. You’re mine.”

The words were out before you could think hard enough to stop them.

They could be innocent but the two of you knew they weren’t. You were each other’s person. No one else could compete with the way you completed each other.

Your face flushed and it wasn’t from the beer. Roosters eyes searched your face, trying to figure out if he had understood you properly.

Your lip trembled again, embarrassment setting in.

Was he going to leave you here, alone on the porch of the Hard Deck? Assuredly not, since he was the one driving you home and your dad would have Roosters balls as a coin purse if he found out you were left alone at night. But now that meant you were going to have to sit in silence on the way home and then pretend everything was okay next time you ran drills together.

Rooster swallowed deeply and nodded. “I’m yours.”

He dipped down, pressing your lips together. You had no hesitation when you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

It felt like everything fell into place. Finally, you had the boy of your dreams right where you wanted him and it felt so good to have him want you back.

His mustache tickled your upper lip. You smiled at the feeling, excitement bubbling in your chest.

He pulled back for a moment, hanging his aviators onto his shirt so they wouldn’t fall. You looked up at him, goofy smile forming across your face.

“You still driving me home?” You asked, tilting your head.

Rooster smiled down at you, hands making their way to your waist. “You bet I am.”

From the window, Bob and Phoenix were cheering. You groaned and pressed your face to his chest, waving at them blindly. Rooster laughed and gave them a thumbs up.

Once they had left, you pulled yourself from him and took a step back. You gripped his hand and gently pulled, leading him to the car.

“Am I allowed to say, ‘Take me to bed or lose me forever’?”

Rooster groaned, excitement flaring through him. “Show me the way home, honey.”

The two of you ran to the car, jumping in and pulling out of the parking lot before you even had your seatbelts on.

Rooster sped to your house in record time. You grabbed his hand, leading him through the door and towards your room.

Once inside, you kissed him again, removing his aviators and placing them gently onto your dresser.

You walked him backwards towards the bed and when his knees hit the edge, you pushed him down, enjoying the way he made a little “oomf” sound.

You sat atop of him, grinding your hips down. He moaned into your mouth, pawing at the hem of your shirt.

You took the initiative to take off his, throwing the fabric across your room. He got the hint and pulled at yours, allowing your shirt to join his on the floor.

He broke away, taking his time, committing your chest and every little freckle to memory.

You raked your fingers across his abs, watching how they flexed under your touch. His hips bucked when you got close to his v-line.

His hands came up to your fly, toying at. “Can I?” He asked, looking at you like a hopeful puppy.

You nodded, unsure if you could trust your voice.

Before he got your shorts down, he stopped. His eyes flitted up to yours, hesitation slowly crossing his features.

“You’re not drunk, right?”

God, you fell even more in love with him everyday.

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m not drunk. I want this.”

“Thank God.” and with that, he caught your lips again, pulling your shorts down. You had to get off him to pull them down fully and he whined at the loss of contact.

He scooted back on the bed, pulling at his own jeans as he did. He laid in his boxers, watching as you undressed.

You tried to remind yourself that this was Rooster. Not ever Rooster - this was Bradley.

Still, you left your bra and underwear on, slightly embarrassed that they weren’t a matching set. You made a mental note to go shopping soon.

He propped himself onto his elbow, enjoying the show as you crawled over and on top of him.

His eyes were so inviting and his scent was captivating. Your heart swelled as you looked down on him.

Rooster, Bradley, the boy you’ve loved, was beneath you and smiling. He placed his hands on your bare hips, drawing circles with his thumbs.

“Hi.” You said foolishly, unsure of anything better to say.

His smile only grew. “Hi.” He replied, eyes dancing around your facial features. “You’re really pretty.”

You dipped your head down into the crook of his neck and laughed. “Shut up.”

“I’m just making up for lost time.” He said. He cradled the back of you head and locked his legs around your waist. In a swift motion, you were beneath him, staring up into his dark brown eyes.

He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, removing his hand from behind your head. He trailed down, leaving soft kisses against your collar bone.

His lips found your hipbones, kissing each one gently before finding their way between your thighs.

You looked down, watching his hand come up and slowly massage your inner thigh. He pressed his nose against your core and another wave of arousal shot through you.

You let out a soft whine as he began to press his nose deeper, leaving soft kitten licks every once and a while.

Your hand found his hair and he hummed in appreciation.

He soon became relentless, lapping at you through your panties and gripping harshly at your thigh. His hips ground against the bed, seeking his own friction.

You felt yourself clench around nothing and cried out as his nose hit your clit perfectly.

“Please, Bradley, I need you.” It was so pitiful you surprised even yourself.

He pulled himself up and back to his original position, hovering slightly over you.

“I’m going to have to prep you first, baby girl. You are the biggest prude I know, after all.”

You went to say something snarky back but lost all words when he pressed a finger against your core, slowly teasing your entrance.

He slipped it in and began rocking back and forth, watching your reactions to see what made you scrunch your nose in discomfort and what made you moan.

He slowly added a second finger, checking your reaction. You moaned out as he pressed against your g-spot and felt your orgasm slowly start to build.

“Roos,” you moaned out, gripping at his bicep. Lord, when had he gotten this buff? “Please, more.”

Bradley chucked, leaning down to capture your lips. He pressed his thumb against your clit as he added a third finger.

Never going too fast, Rooster kept a steady pace, opening you up on his fingers.

When he pulled his fingers out, you whined at the loss. He smirked against your lips, pulling down his boxers.

He sat up quickly, fully removing them and tossing them aside. He found his discarded jeans and pulled out a condom from the pocket, quickly putting it on.

“Presumptuous, huh?” You joked, glad for the lighthearted moment.

He smirked, adjusting the condom so there would be no accidents. “I always have one when I go out. Don’t think too much about it.”

You laughed, throwing your head back. He chuckled and grabbed your thigh again. When you looked back, his eyes found yours and then glanced down, questioningly, at your panties.

You swallowed your fear and nodded. He took his time, pulling down the fabric, drinking in the sight of you.

“Let me know if you need me to slow down.” He told you, grabbing you under the knee and coming back to hover over you.

He slowly sunk into you, moaning out at the sensation.

You tensed, hissing at the feeling. It had been a long time since you’d done this and it was a completely different sensation.

Perhaps you just hadn’t liked the other ones as much as you thought you had because the way Bradley was leaning over you made you feel like heaven on earth.

He moved slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his size.

“God, you feel so good around me.” He moaned.

You whimpered in response, brain clouding over in pleasure.

Slowly, you felt the pain melt into intense pleasure. Your building orgasm started rapidly approaching.

“I’m not gonna last long.” You tell him as he began rocking his hips fast.

“Me neither.” He said, bringing his fingers down to work your clit.

You cried out, throwing your head back further into the pillows. You grip back onto his bicep, feeling how he tensed beneath your touch.

He worked your clit as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten. You willed yourself to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of having him above you.

His curls bounced with each thrust and his biceps tensed. A sheen layer of sweat was covering his forehead and his eyes changed between watching you and watching where he was entering you.

“Brad-Bradley!” You cried out, trying to hold yourself back from cumming embarrassingly early.

He kissed the inside of your neck, making you clench around him. He nipped the sensitive section of skin, thrusting his hips faster.

“Let go, darling, I got you.” And with that, you were cumming around him, eyes finally shutting as your orgasm flowed through you.

Bradley pulled out, jerking off until he came into the condom.

He rolled off you, catching his breath. You turned towards him, watching the way his chest heaved.

“Shit…” He muttered. “If I had known you felt that good, I would have admitted my feelings a long time ago.”

You laughed, swatting at his arm.

He smiled back before getting to his elbows, trying to stand. He groaned as he got up, unsteady legs taking him to the bathroom. He came back quickly, damp wash cloth in hand and gently cleaned you.

When he was done, he went to your dresser where you had kept a small section for his clothes. He pulled out a pair of his gray sweatpants and tossed them to you. For himself, he chose black sweats.

He went to the bathroom, leaving the washcloth in the sink.

Back in your room, you had put his gray sweatpants on and was making yourself comfortable underneath the covers.

Rooster came back, smiling at your sleepy figure.

He got into the bed, turning you onto your side and pulling you close. His head resting onto your shoulder, arms wrapped protectively around your waist.

“Hangman’s never going to talk to you like that again.” You muttered, half asleep already.

Bradley chuckled, snuggling deeper into you.

You slept better that night than you had in a long time. You had put Hangman in his place, and the boy you loved in your bed.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Rank anon here with my most subjective ranking yet 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟

Ranking twst characters based on if my family would approve of them

Riddle: 7/10 polite, but kinda intense. I come from a proud line of fuckers who throw fireworks into bonfires and drive into lakes for fun. Well mannered but perhaps too well mannered,,, rip Riddle

Ace: 5/10 The opposite issue of Riddle, not uptight at all, also a rude little bitch. He gets an average score bc I am fond of him

Deuce: 9/10 they’d find the egg thing weird but otherwise he’s perfect. A mommas boy who can be polite and rowdy, almost perfect. Almost

Trey: 10/10 the kind of guy that makes your folks more excited about your wedding than you are. He bakes, he’s good with kids, he’s easy to get along with. What more could you want. The dental fixation can be overlooked they’ve ignored weirder.

Cater: 8/10 the older folks would find the social media thing weird but overall he’s fine

Leona: 3/10 Lazy, Rude and a member of the 1%? Fat chance that goes over well. They’d send him to help with the harvest and he’d fall asleep in the dirt. The respecting women bit boosts his score bc my family is run by women, but it’s doesn’t help him much.

Ruggie: 8/10 the theft thing wouldn’t look great but again, they’ve overlooked worse. Plus we love a bitch who can coupon. Him being community minded and good with kids is also a very plus.

Jack: 10/10 a good boy. He’d help with the chores and be very respectful what’s not to love? Backyard wedding here we come

Azul: 5/10 I feel it in my bones he’d hear their accents and try to talk down to them, that an he’s a capitalist? Yeah no, but once he gets a few dirty looks he’ll probably mellow out enough to be acceptable. Oh Azul 😔

Jade: either a 1/10 or a 10/10, it entirely depends on if he’s on his best behavior or not. Though knowing him he’s gonna forgo the meeting the family part and just fuck off into the woods to look for mushrooms.

Floyd: 3/10 weird and creepy but as long as you’re happy, that would be the general reception. Also probably wouldn’t help with the chores but there’s a chance he’d also clear a whole field by himself bc he thought it was fun.

Kalim: 9/10 overlooking the rich part in favor of the “is an angel” and good with kids part. Ugh he’s perfect Kalim. Would try to help with the chores but wouldn’t know what he’s doing. Would also need to be told not to do obviously dangerous stuff. But you can’t stay mad at him 💕

Jamil: 8/10 It must suck to get bested by Kalim in a category where you’d think he’d come out on top. They’d like him but it’s hard to beat Kalims sunshiney nature and therefore whatever he earns must be one less point than whatever Kalim got. His cooking skills and dancing would be a plus. I hope you can square dance baby boy

Vil: 6/10 he’d hate it and would probably refuse to do 80% of the chores he’s asked to and also turn down a lot of the food he’s offered but as long as he’s polite he can stay above a 5/10. He’s on thin fucking ice tho

Rook: another enigma. I can’t even give a number. They’d either hate him for his general weirdness (and frenchness) or they’d love him for his overall love of life and outdoorsy nature. He’d help with the chores but he might also disappear for 2 hours and return with knowledge of family secrets no one has spoken of in 30 years

Epel: 10/10 OF FUCKING COURSE. He’s perfect. 5 minutes in and preserves jars will be back on their way to Harveston. You don’t have to hide ur accent here bby <3

Idia: 4/10 lmao he spends all his time in the guest room on his tablet avoiding people and is rich? He’s lucky he’s not actively rude and has a cute little brother running damage control

Malleus: 7/10 he’s kinda weird and talks about gargoyles or whatever too much but he’s polite and helps out so they’d like him overall. He’d like that there are people who aren’t scared of him all over the place and the older folks would like that he listens to their stories with genuine interest. It’s cute till he’s penpals with all your relatives over the age of 50 (okay maybe it’s still cute)

Lilia: 10/10 do I need to even explain. He’s well mannered but would thrive in the chaos. Just don’t let him in the kitchen. We’ll throw him in the pool along with the watermelons

Silver: 8/10 he just stays awake long enough to make a pretty good impression on them and then falls asleep in the den. He will wake up with a quilt on top of him and a tinfoil covered plate of food in one of the fridges with his name on it 💛

Sebek: 4/10 no one minds that he’s loud but he’s kind of rude and abrasive. Probably tries to help with the chores but isn’t very good at it. Still I’ve got an uncle who honest to god thinks he’s a whole Viking so he won’t really stand out too much

And when the world needed them they returned.

Also this feels really... correct if that makes sense? Maybe cause my family is also insane

[cestcirque]

The part of the Iron Wall who bears the burden of ace and new captain!!

Total pages in guidebook: 2

*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!

2012 Stats

Team: Date Tech High School (Class 2-A)

Height / Weight: 184.2cm / 71.5kg

Birthday: 10 November 1995

Position: wing spiker, captain

Siblings: one younger sister

Favorite Food: sour gummies

Current Concern: He has to get his wisdom teeth pulled

Nuts & Bolts: Power 4/5 – Jumping 4/5 – Stamina 3/5 – Game Sense 3/5 – Technique 3/5 – Speed 4/5

Jersey Number: 6 → 2

2018 Stats

Team: VC Date (Municipal Team)

Height / Weight: 186.6cm / 76.5kg

Position: outside hitter

Current Concern: He has to get a filling done on his right molar [bby 🥺]

Note from Sensei: He’s the type to put off dealing with unpleasant things and regret it later!

Nuts & Bolts: Serve 8/10 – Serve Reception 7/10 – Digging 6/10 – Setting 6/10 – Spike 6/10 – Block 8/10

Jersey Number: 6

Ability

Breaking the opponent’s receive formation with his power serve

Both his play and commentary during matches work to pull the entire team. Dateko’s heavy hitter can send out an intense serve with both power and speed, allowing his team to execute the perfect serve & block technique. He’s still uneasy about maintaining control, but it has become Dateko’s newest weapon.

Super intense spikes against opponent blocks

Ever since his second year, he has had a high scoring ability as Dateko’s ace. His skill is a yet underdeveloped, rising potential in battle. Being paired with Koganegawa’s toss, his ability to coordinate is also quite high.

Personality

Lots of cheeky remarks at his senpai’s expense

A problem child who openly acknowledges his own twisted personality and provocative attitude. But despite the jabs, Futakuchi’s senpai respect him. He absolutely hates to lose, and looks on with disdain when he watches other schools in play. [specifically it says he clicks his tongue 🙃]

Caption: Raising his crudeness-level is also a strategy to agitate Kamasaki?! [His dialogue here literally and figuratively reads very tongue-in-cheek. He tends to drop certain syllables and it has a specific tone]

Memorable Quotes

“We’re usually the cocky problem children off the court, so at least during our matches let’s act like good kouhai.” (Chapter 45)

“Doesn’t matter. Age, grade, position, none of that matters once you step onto the court.” (Chapter 121)

“Let’s put pressure on our opponents in various ways! Break their hearts! But be sneaky about it so the refs don’t notice! If we can’t do it in practice, we won’t be able to do it in a game!” (above, Chapter 223)

Caption: Seemingly inspiring his teammates like a captain, but his true intentions…?

Timeline

2012: Shouldering the wills of the third-year students to build a new iron wall!

Futakuchi, who leads the team and is at a loss with his kouhai. At the practice match with Karasuno, by using their bunch read blocking in the new iron wall that they’ve built up, Dateko was able to show their strengths.

2018: The V.League arc

Works for a local energy company, Tsunenaga Seiki Tech [name isn’t actually stated in the guidebook but it was revealed recently 😝] and is an outside hitter for VC Date. Even though he’s now a company employee, he went to the Adlers v. Black Jackals match in Miyagi, together with Aone, who is still his teammate. 💚

[hansensgirl]

hi bestie sab !!

seeing your post about romcoms has me thinking which cevans character would best fit a romcom ? aside from cutie neighbour Colin, I feel like Steve would do so good 🥹🥹 extra points if it’s with preserum!steve bc that angel deserves so much love !! who do you think would be the perfect fella for a romcom ?

hi sonny-shine!!! 🫶🥰🥰

omg i LOVE this question!!! eee ok i got some answers!! you’re so right about steve—i can see friends-to-lovers with him!

my other choices are:

jake jensen!!

jakey is such a sweet puppy who would do anything for his girl. i’m thinking something where the girl he’s interested in is quite aloof, and he has a hard time with words, so there’s a lot of trial and error. some sadness when he explodes with love and admits it in a rant, but they eventually find themselves back together.

ransom drysdale

DUH!!! either with someone who is really similar to him or determined to change him. maybe her friends made a bet since she has a reputation for changing ppl! he denies his feelings so much, and so does she, but in a dramatic scene where he defends her from his family, he admits his feelings for her.

johnny storm

with someone who puts him in his place all the time!! she doesn’t have time for his shenanigans. maybe she’s been hired by his family to keep him in order, or he’s working for her for a little while. he’s trying to melt her cold heart, and she’s trying to keep him out of hot water.

ari levinson/andy barber

she magically scores a date with a highly sought-after man. OR OR she’s a waitress, and his date is just being a pain, so they make conversation, and he kinda pays for her time. all she has to do is play his girlfriend for a little while so his family can stop worrying about him settling down and the press can stop prying into his love life.

and lastly, frank adler!

kinda the reverse of the johnny storm idea, except frank is constantly set up on dates and never connects with them like he does with the restaurant’s bartender! the bartender is forced to watch him meet his potential match and is lowkey elated when it’s a bust. one night they get a bit drunk and she ends up sleeping with him. he’s embarrassed and is worried he’ll end up confessing his feelings so he changes restaurants until he sees her at some party he was invited to and she’s doing a little bartending gig or whatever. they have a fresh start and pretend it’s one of his silly little dates!

this was so so much fun omg thank you so much for sending this ask bby!! 🫶🤍💗💓💓🥰