#and i immediately loose motivation like an idiot

[rainofthetwilight]

man ive been reblogging so many ref sheets of the silly legos lately i should really make my own ones

(warning: she will definitely probably not make these ref sheets)

[lousirs]

UD headcanons no one asked for!

my motivation has gone to get the milk and has not come back since, SO HEY! who wants to hear some random headcanons that have been microwaving in my head for the past year???

this is going to be a long one...

stuff under the cut vvv

Lou is the kinda guy to only pack nice looking outfits on a holiday. Do they suit the occasion? Probably not. But he wants to look the part every where he goes, even if he's wearing a suit during the middle of summer

He would also be the guy to complain that it's too cold, even though he was told to pack up layers of clothes for a hiking trip, and didn't. But when someone tries to give him a coat, he says "I don't need that, I'm fine!" even though he looks like he's going to freeze over.

He takes the coat not too soon after

On the other hand, either Nolan or Ox would overpack for a trip. Ox because he is basically the fatherly figure of the group, and wants to make sure that everyone has enough food, water, and layers of clothing for the trip. Oh, and he brings a first aid kit as well. Nolan however does it because "What if I didn't pack enough?? What if I need this oddly specific thing??" and packs more than he needs to

Speaking of Ox, he always came off as a character who really enjoys camping and exploring, ya know? He seems like the leader of a scout group who loves to sing campfire songs and tell spooky stories that no one believes. (him and Rhidian would get along well)

LITERALLY NO ONE TALKS ABOUT LUCKYBAT AND OX'S DYNAMIC AND IT'S DRIVING ME WILD. Hello?? A withdrawn and somewhat jaded mayor who is protective of those he's close to with his intelligent, caring and concerned assistant?? That sounds interesting!

I'm sure LuckyBat knows more than anyone else (besides Lou) of what Ox went through. Perhaps he didn't know about the Institute, but he knew ox went through some stuff outside Uglyville. Perhaps that's why he's so cautious to go into the pipe.

(And perhaps the reason why he decides to go to learn new stuff was for the sake of finding out what Ox doesn't speak about?)

Back to the Prettydolls, I always found it interesting that Nolan was able to run the gauntlet despite being imperfect, although Moxy and Mandy, two other imperfect dolls, were thrown into recycling. Why was Nolan allowed to run the gauntlet, huh Lou? Didn't you say that any unideal looking doll goes to recycling, Lou????

Personally, I like to think that Lou allowed Nolan to do training and was like "Haha watch this idiot fail". And turns out Nolan was really good at it (flashbacks to Nolan being buff in the novel). Lou is flabbergasted.

...Either that or Lou just allowed him to run the gauntlet to watch him fail immediately because "Haha funny" and also "Haha imperfects can't win. Suck it loser~"

Kitty is jealous of Mandy's makeup skills, and often copies her because of it, too embarrassed to ask for advice because she needs to learn on her own. After Lou gets overthrown, Kitty and Mandy help each other out on their makeup and hair

Tuesday is the girl to think that "Yeah I'm smiling, but inside I'm crying" is the deepest thing to ever exist. Kitty bullies her for it.

Also, Tuesday cry-sings "I'm a mess" by Bebe Rexha after Lou denied her 1244th love confession. She will try again tomorrow

Because Kelly Clarkson was pop-rock for a while, I like to imagine that Moxy had a rock-n-roll rebellious phase, and still has a few characteristics from that era of her life

During the scene where Lou is going up the gauntlet lift with everyone else, he is constantly moving about. Winking at Mandy to fake confidence, adjusting his suit...etc. I always saw this has him being nervous, because you know, he's about to expose himself for being a prototype after this gauntlet stuff is over. So I like to think that he fiddles around with his suit when he's nervous. Mainly readjusting the sleeves, tightening his ascot tie and flicking out his collar. Also pulling out loose threads, if there is any.

I thought for the longest time that when Lou's hair got slightly messier, it showed him being more genuine. There is one god damn strand on his fringe that goes from being in place to hanging out, and I thought it showed him losing his façade, very very subtly.

This might be a hot take but I always saw Loundy (Mandy/Lou) as being friends/lovers to enemies. Think about it: Lou and Mandy seemed to have some sort of connection, Mandy (in my opinion) basically being Lou's assistant, similar to the spy girls. She began thinking he was perfect, and they formed a (seemingly) close bond. But over time, as Lou's desperation for perfection increased, her opinion of him soured, and she realised he isn't as perfect as she thought. She kept the negative thoughts to herself, though. Who would believe her? The perfect doll with the flawless looks and endless talents, topped off with a charming personality... Why would he be unhinged? How would he be unhinged?

You know that line Mandy says to Lou at the gauntlet? "You know, Lou.. When I first got here, I thought you were perfect. I couldn't find a single thing wrong with you. But, I can see a lot better now." perhaps that wasn't just talking about the events of the film, as it probably implies. Maybe she knows how terrible he's been for a long time...

That's all I got for now, I may doodle some of these if motivation comes back, who knows..

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High Stakes

18/12: Board Games and Breath Play - Ettore Word Count: 2.4k~ | Warnings: strip poker, slight degradation, breath play and face fucking, dub con

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A/N: board games was a loose prompt for this one lol

“No.”

“Why?”

“No.”

She groans dramatically, “you are so fucking boring.”

Shuffling the cards expertly in his hands, he raises his eyebrows, “don’t care, now piss off.”

This was backfiring hellishly. She rolled her eyes, having exhausted literally everyone else on the ship to try and dull the numbing boredom of just simply existing here. The board game she’d bought with her was slung to one side, and she nudged it further with her foot, annoyed. “Cluedo. Cute,” she scoffed, the irony not lost on her. 

She slumps into the chair opposite him, her arms crossing over the table like a petulant child. Ettore doesn’t even look up, his focus on the deck of cards he’s shuffling with the kind of precision that makes it look like an art form. 

He's always been elusive. A mystery. But one she likes watching. He's always doing so with other prisoners, but he seems to mind when it's the other way around. When he's trying to concentrate.

“You play poker with Tcherny.”

“And?”

“Teach me.”

He scoffs, “fuck off, you’ll lose anyway.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she snaps back. “Did I ask for a motivational speech? No. I just want to learn,”  she fires, leaning back and kicking one foot up onto the table. Ettore’s eyes finally flick to hers, narrowed and glinting with something between annoyance and mild amusement.

He cuts the deck in a smooth motion, eyes still glued to the cards. “Get your feet off my table.”

“Make me.”

For a split second, it looks like he’s debating whether it’s worth the energy to actually toss her out of the room. Instead, he sighs heavily, his expression sliding into one of exasperated resignation as he leans forward, resting his forearms on the table.

“Fine,” he growls. “You want to learn poker? First lesson, don’t act like an idiot. It gives away your hand.”

She blinks, startled, before breaking into a grin. “Was that a joke? Ettore, are you feeling okay?”

He doesn’t dignify her with an answer, instead starting to deal the cards. As they land with a sharp snap against the table, her excitement is palpable.

“Alright,” she says, rubbing her hands together. “How do I win?”

He leans back in his chair, tilting his head. “Second lesson, don’t annoy the dealer.”

Ettore regretted agreeing to the game almost immediately.

She was terrible. Embarrassingly so. The kind of bad that made him question whether she even understood what a flush or a straight was, despite the twenty minutes he’d spent explaining it to her. He watched her fumble through another hand, the cards slipping from her fingers like she was holding them for the first time in her life.

She bit her lip, staring intently at her cards as if sheer willpower could turn her mess of a hand into something worth betting on. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You can’t raise,” he said flatly. “You don’t even have anything. Literally. Nothing.”

She scowled. “How do you know that?”

“Because you’re holding your cards like a fucking open book,” he snapped. 

She huffed, dropping her cards onto the table with a dramatic sigh. “How about we make this more... interesting?”

He didn’t respond, just watched her with that cold, unimpressed stare that usually sent people running. She, of course, was immune.

“Strip poker,” she said casually, leaning back in her chair and tossing a card onto the table. “You win a hand, I lose something and vice versa. Simple.”

Ettore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, the first hint of interest he’d shown in the last half hour, his pupils dilating slightly. “You’re bad at this game,” he pointed out, but she merely shrugged.

“Unless you’d rather play strip poker with Tcherny, I can get him–”

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow, suppressing a grin. “Oh? He not your type?”

His fists clenched hard, suppressing, albeit barely, the desire to rip her head from her body. “You want to lose? Fine.”

And yet he still wanted to play. She smirked victoriously, watching him shuffle the deck once again and deal out the cards. Seeing that darkened look in his eyes, she thought she may have bitten off more than she could chew. But it was too exhilarating for her to care, in fact, it was a welcome distraction.

Predictably, she lost the next hand. With a dramatic groan, she peeled off her tank top and tossed it onto the table. Ettore’s eyes flicked to her now-bare shoulders, and she didn’t miss the way his smirk deepened.

“You’re terrible at this,” he taunted.

“Mmhm,” she hummed noncommittally, crossing her arms over her chest, not quite trying to cover herself. “Deal again.”

They played another hand. She lost again, of course, and Ettore’s smirk was practically a permanent fixture now, secretly wanting the bra to come off. But instead, she wiggled out of her sweatpants with exaggerated slowness, tossing them aside with a careless flick of her wrist.

But then something shifted.

The next hand, she won. Ettore frowned, brushing it off as a fluke. He wasn’t worried. His outer red shirt came off.

The hand after that, she won again. His brow furrowed, his confidence wobbling just a touch as he peeled off the long-sleeved white shirt that was underneath.

Ettore frowned, eyeing her more carefully now. She was shuffling like she’d done it a hundred times before, the cards flipping smoothly through her fingers. The way she dealt the next hand was too precise. Too confident.

His eyes narrowed. “You’ve played before.”

She grinned. 

“You hustled me,” he growled, leaning forward, his voice low and dangerous.

“Maybe.” She picked up her cards, glancing at him over the top with a smirk that was equal parts infuriating and triumphant. 

He bit the inside of his cheek, his confidence beginning to crack as the game dragged on. The pile of clothes at her feet wasn’t getting any bigger, but his was. His shoes, then his belt, then his sweatpants.

“You’re cheating,” he said, but there was no real heat behind it. He knew she wasn’t, and that only made it worse.

She tilted her head, feigning offense. “I’m just better than you.”

“You’re full of shit.”

She leaned forward, her smirk practically glowing now. “Tell you what,” she said, her voice dropping into a teasing lilt, “if you want to quit, just say the word. I won’t tell anyone you couldn’t handle it.”

He glared at her, his jaw tight as he tossed his cards onto the table. “Deal the next hand.”

By the time he was down to nothing but his boxers, the realisation had fully set in, she’d played him. And she wasn’t just good at poker, she was good at this, at getting under his skin and staying there. Ettore glared at his cards like they had personally betrayed him. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his forearm taut as he tossed his cards onto the table in defeat. Across from him, she leaned back in her chair, utterly victorious, her smirk practically gleaming in the dim light.

“That’s it,” she said, spreading her arms in mock triumph. “Game over. You’re out of clothes. Time to pay up.”

He didn’t move. His hands rested on the table, his expression stony. He was no stranger to feeling comfortable in his skin. He worked out, was proud of the form he’d built. But he did not like doing it at the mercy of someone else. Not when he felt like he wasn’t the one in control.

“No.”

“Feeling shy?”

“Fuck off,” he growled.

And then she saw it. The way his hand twitched, the shift in his posture as he sat just a little too still. Her eyes flicked downward, and realisation struck like a lightning bolt.

“Oh my God,” she said, her voice dripping with disbelief and amusement. “You’re hard.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, his voice low and sharp, but it was too late. She was already laughing, her head thrown back as she cackled.

“This is amazing,” she said between laughs, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand as she studied him. “Big, bad Ettore, bricked up by a bit of strip poker.”

He didn’t respond, his glare intensifying as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Come on,” she teased, leaning closer beside him, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve already lost. Might as well let me see the full package.”

He could feel it. The burn of violence, the burn of wanting to shift the tables of power. She was dangling hers in front of him like a toy, just waiting for him to stop and almost challenging him to. His lungs fired up with its need. He didn’t need to glance down at himself to know he was hard. When was the last time he’d even seen the supple flesh of a woman without having to imagine it during those dark, lonely nights in The Box? 

Even with her bra and underwear on, she was dangling herself in front of a man who had lashed out for less. His jaw ticked.

She wanted him to snap? Fine.

The table rattled beneath her as Ettore shoved her back, his hands gripping her arms hard enough to leave marks. She gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase against the edge of the table. For a split second, something flickered across her face, fear, perhaps, but it was gone just as quickly, replaced by a practised calm that made his jaw clench. She felt the heat of him against her bare stomach, and her lips curved into a dangerous smile.

This would be a fight.

“You want to play games?” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t finish?”

The words barely left her mouth before his lips crashed into hers, bruising and demanding, swallowing any retort she might have had. His hands moved with the same ferocity, one gripping her waist to pull her closer while the other tugged at the last scraps of fabric still clinging to her body. She let out a sharp gasp, her fingers threading into his hair as she kissed him back just as hard, her nails digging into his scalp like she wanted to draw blood.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was a fight, one neither of them intended to lose.

When his fingers hooked into her underwear, she twisted sharply, breaking free just enough to shove him backward. He stumbled, and before he could regain his footing, she surged forward, slamming her hands against his chest and sending him sprawling onto the cold metal floor.

Ettore barely had time to curse before she was on him, straddling his hips and pinning him down. Her thighs clenched tightly against his sides, her hands braced on his chest as she leaned over him, her hair falling in messy strands around her face. She was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sharp and wild with triumph.

“Not used to losing?” she asked, her tone dripping with mocking victory.

He stared up at her, his hands resting on her thighs like he was deciding whether to let her win or flip her over and reclaim control. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his lips swollen and slick from their kiss.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said, his voice low, his gaze locked on hers. But there was no hiding the hunger in his eyes, the way they drank her in like he couldn’t decide whether to tear her apart or worship her.

She leaned down, her face inches from his, her smirk returning. “Good,” she whispered. “I like it dangerous.”

She saw his throat bob with need as she made her way up his body, clenching her thighs to keep him where she wanted. 

“Do you?” she gleamed.

He glared up at her, his jaw tight, but the hunger in his eyes betrayed him. She slid back just slightly, enough to reach for the waistband of her underwear, her movements unhurried as she peeled them off and tossed them aside. His eyes flicked downward, his restraint unravelling as she settled herself back on top of him, her thighs framing his face.

It was hard and unyielding, the way her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his lips to her wet and waiting core without delay, forcing herself onto his mouth and grinding, head tipped back with gasps and moans that she dare not hold back. His growl of frustration turned into a low, almost primal sound as his mouth met her. The first flick of his tongue made her gasp, and she felt her insides tighten around nothing. His hands slid up her thighs, holding her steady as he worked her with an intensity that made her toes curl and skin feel electric.

She shifted, her thighs pressing in against his head, limiting his movement. Ettore growled against her, the vibration sending a jolt through her, but she didn’t let up. “Breathe when I let you,” she murmured. 

For a moment, his body stilled, and she counted, grinding against his lips with every second, his nose pressed flush against her clit, and she felt him exhale sharply against her skin. Then, he pushed back with renewed fervour, his tongue exploring her with precision and hunger. She rewarded him with a roll of her hips, pressing herself harder against him.

Ettore’s grip on her thighs tightened as she continued to ride the line between giving him air and taking it away, her movements deliberate, teasing. He growled again, his fingers digging into her flesh as he matched her pace, his breath growing shorter with each movement. When she finally eased up, allowing him a gasp of air, his teeth grazed her in retaliation, a reminder that she was pushing him to the edge.

Finally, the wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body tightening as she let out a sharp cry, her grip on his hair almost painful. She shuddered against him, her thighs quivering as her climax overtook her, leaving her breathless and flushed. Ettore pulled back slightly as she released him, his face glistening and his breathing heavy. She looked down at him, her smirk returning despite the haze of satisfaction clouding her mind.

“You’re fucking insane,” he rasped, his voice raw, his gaze sharp and filled with heat.

“And you’re still here,” she replied, her voice soft but triumphant. She climbed off him, letting her fingers trail down his chest as she stood, before wrapping her palm around his aching erection, relishing in the choked groan he let out. 

“Looks like you’re starting to enjoy losing.”

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[eeveleon]

something like inemuri

and so it starts hehe this event rlly is so motivating ShikatemaMonth24 - Daydream + Family Bonds

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Temari turned the lights on to her room and immediately groaned. “Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping.” 

Her husband didn’t even bother opening his eyes. “Maybe I’m still tired.”

She sat down heavily next to him. “That doesn’t matter. You’re always tired. If I waited around for you to not be tired, I would literally be wasting my life here.”

“Tch.” Shikamaru scoffed. “You’re getting dramatic - spending too much time with Ino.” He blindly reached a hand out, trying to pull her closer. 

“You’re getting dramatic.” Temari retorted half-heartedly. 

Though there wasn’t really anything else for her to do until dinner time, so she let him drag her onto the bed and push her down on a pillow. Temari draped an arm around his chest, settling in. 

For a few minutes, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing resonating in the room.

Temari played with some hair that had gotten loose from his ponytail. “How was your week?” 

She was answered with a low, drawn-out groan.

“Troublesome.”

Shikamaru reached up to rub his eyes, moving his fists in slow circles. He took a deep breath as he began to recount his week. “The office is always behind on paperwork, but it went from bad to worse when some idiot submitted an unfinished draft for our trade policy with the Land of Calm Seas. Meetings delayed, discussions interrupted, all to track down and replace it with the real thing. But that was still shit, so I had to rewrite the entire damn thing, and then apologize to the Nagi officials for the inconvenience.” 

He let out a long-suffering sigh, as if even thinking about work on the weekend was exhausting - which for him, it probably was. “And this was on top of all the usual rubbish that goes on in the Tower.”

Temari hummed in response, using her fingernails to scratch lightly at his scalp, a favored act of his, from his frequent naps on her lap. Though, thinking about it, they hadn’t lounged on their back porch for a while now. She was busy with their family, home, and special jounin trainees, and his work days had long since bled into nights.

“Sounds like you need a real vacation then, huh.” Temari said as she got up, resting on her elbow. 

“Yeah, but with Naruto’s never-ending drama, I’m going to have to leave the village if I want a break.” He only half-joked.

“I’ve always thought that, once you retire from being the advisor, we’d move to Suna.”

“Retire?” Shikamaru snorted, a little sadly, folding an arm behind his head on his pillow. “Who's gonna let me retire?” He muttered bitterly.

Temari leaned closer to him. “I am.” 

Shikamaru gave her an odd look. Why would she be the one letting him retire? Temari was the last person on earth who would let him laze his life away - she wouldn’t even let him do it for a weekend. 

She covered his eyes with her hand and sighed dramatically. “Close your eyes, and imagine this.” She started, her voice lowering almost seductively. 

“We wake up in our room in Suna, around eight, eight-thirty-”

Eyes dutifully closed, Shikamaru made a noise of complaint. 

“- we have sex -”

He hummed, satisfied. 

“- and you go back to sleep.”

Cue a much more pleased sound. 

Temari tapped her fingers on his chest. “Meanwhile, I go back to work at my old job at the political diplomacy training office, yelling at and bossing around my subordinates. Once I’m done giving them a good scare, it’s twelve o’ clock and I come back to wake you up for lunch.” 

Shikamaru’s brow furrowed at the thought of getting up in Suna’s midday heat, but stayed silent. He’d gotten more than his usual amount of sleep. 

But Temari wasn’t done. She dug her nails into him lightly, scratching circles in his skin through his shirt. “First, we have more sex, then you make me lunch as I shower.” 

And Shikamaru couldn’t see anything wrong with that. Sleep and sex was a very enticing combination, and he could definitely make his wife some food after that. “Temari,” he mumbled. “That sounds really good.”

“Quiet, I’m not done.” She shushed him. “After lunch, I go back to work and you let Gaara pick your brain for solutions to the problem of the day. Don’t make a face,” she scolded. “It’s how we live for free - and you like having discussions with Gaara.”

That was true, he did like talking to his younger brother-in-law, as Gaara was harder to rile up than his sister yet more serious than his brother. They had had many thoughtful conversations over the years, both for work and just for their own entertainment. And Gaara was certainly a more reasonable Kage than Naruto. 

Also, living for free? That was a perk on its own. 

“Besides,” Temari continued. “I can’t let your intelligence rust away like that. Or do you think I’m with you for your body?”

“Definitely my body.” Shikamaru chuckled, followed by a laugh from Temari. 

“Yeah, maybe twenty years ago.” She punctuated her tease with a light slap to his stomach.

“Hey!”

She didn’t give him any more time to complain about that comment. “Shut up now, this is only half our day. Once work is over, I go and train with Kankuro for a few hours, maybe bully him and beat him up while I’m at it, the usual.” 

Shikamaru nodded, waiting for her to tell him what he would be doing during that time. He wasn’t at all surprised with her choice of activity. It seemed like the older she and Kankuro got, the more childishly competitive they got with each other. 

“Meanwhile, you go to that little park near the Council’s hall - you know, the one with the training ground? They have these tables set up for old people like you to play shogi on, so you camp out there and play a few games against your fellow elderly men as they leave their musty offices.”

“All this talk about my age.” He groaned, though there was no real aggravation in it, he’s still too pleased with the idea of spending half his day in bed followed by a late afternoon full of shogi. “Which one of us is older here?”

Temari pinches the side of his stomach, jiggling it a bit. “Remember when there was no fat here?” She retorted.

“Hey!”

“Anyways,” She went on without a care. “I come pick you up at around six. We take a nice walk through the town market - I can’t have you get too out of shape - and then go out for dinner at a different place than the day before.”

After a minute, when Temari didn’t say anything else, Shikamaru peeked an eye open. His wife was staring off into space, an unusually soft look on her face. 

“Temari,” he called quietly. “What next?”

She blinked and turned to look at him, the small smile growing into his favorite toothy grin. “Next? We take a much slower, long walk through the dunes on the east side of the village.” She laced her fingers through his. “We hold hands, talk about our day, make fun of each other, reminisce about when we were younger... then go home.”

“And then we sleep?” Shikamaru asked, closing his eyes again as he imagined this perfect scenario. 

All the day-dreaming was lulling him to sleep, and wife’s soothingly husky voice wasn’t helping for that matter. 

He felt Temari settle closer to him. “Well. First we have great sex again, and then we sleep.”

Shikamaru laughed, his eyes shooting open. Sleep, shogi, and sex. His wife really did love him.

Temari was smiling down at him, her loose hair obscuring some of his sight. “And the next day we do it all over again.” She finished, and closed the distance between them with a kiss. 

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body half on his. He sighed happily, murmuring in her ear. “It would be... amazing, to live like that. With you.” 

“It will be.” Temari corrected him, leaning above him again. “That’s going to be our future; I’ll make sure of it.” 

He loved the determination and commitment in her words. While he was more than happy with how their life was now, it felt good to know that she was planning for the rest of their lives already. 

“Of course, it’s going to be a looong while before it becomes a reality. And not just because of your duty to our dear Hokage.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Wanna know why?” 

Shikamaru blinked at her. He wasn’t sure if he liked that look in her eyes. In fact, he was hoping she would join him for the nap he was about to take - all the thinking and imagining had really tired him out. Still, he played along a little longer. “...Why?”

Temari pressed a finger to his lips. “Just wait and listen.” She rested her head next to his, and they lay in silence for 3, 2, 1...

“Mom! Ayuna is being a little brat again!”

“No I’m not! Dad!”

Temari shook her head at their children’s yells. “That’s why.” The fondness in her voice gave away her true feelings on the interruption, though. 

Shikamaru groaned, trying to sink deeper into his pillow. He should have known. His life had been going peacefully for far too long. 

His wife noticed his discomfort and just laughed. She patted his arm. “And who wanted to be a father?” She said mockingly.

“Temari, I love our kids. Very much.” He sighed loudly. “But you practically had me in a genjutsu for the past half hour, so I’m going to need a minute.” 

Temari threw her head back and laughed, obviously pleased with herself. She sat up and started to slide off the bed. 

“Take your time. I know I’m pretty powerful.” She shot over her shoulder, her hand trailing on the doorframe as she disappeared down the hall. 

Shikamaru stayed where he was sinking into the mattress, just listening to the distant sounds of his family’s chatter. He heard the back door to the porch slide open and closed as the laughter faded. 

All of a sudden, the urge to sleep for the next couple days wasn’t that strong anymore. 

Those dreams of a simple life weren’t so far away - they were just outside.

Shikamaru set his feet on the floor and got out of bed.

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Who Would Each M*A*S*H Character Play in DnD?

Hawkeye chooses a Tiefling character and plays the ‘what, just because I look like this?’ card anytime he gets blamed for things. Makes a bard partially so Trapper doesn’t have to and partially because he’s against unnecessary killing. In fact, he loves the roleplaying so much and is only in favor of killing really bad NPCs, so he gets mad if people (Frank) try to play the mission-driven murder hobo. Even mischief like personal sidequests to seduce NPCs often end up benefiting the party with information or rewards, so they can’t be too mad at him, especially when he plays amazing support as a mostly nonviolent character.

Trapper leaves the campaign early, but man was he good at roleplaying. The DM has to stop him from actually reenacting things in real life especially if they’re indecent. Almost refuses to call Hawkeye’s character by his name, just ‘handsome devil’ variations (Klink wants what they have fr). His character was an elf rogue; he was almost a bard but he wanted to be able to do more than support, i.e. become the main character if he wanted. His character was great with female and kid NPCs alike, almost all of them liking him unless they were stern authority types, especially because he was good at finding legitimate ways around them.

Ignoring the pressure to fill Trapper’s shoes, BJ plays the character he wants to play, an air genasi former sailor named Blow Jibhandler. He knows. Of course he knows. Despite his character’s name and background, Blow has a wife and child back home and his main motivation is defending his wife’s honor. Raves a lot about how his daughter inherited his powers and is already creating storms at such a young age. Is immediately thick as thieves with Hawkeye’s bard, claiming he remembers him from some old tavern by the sea and helping him write songs and vicious mockery insults.

Margaret decides she wants to let loose, so she goes with barbarian, but she doesn’t feel that’s any reason to sacrifice beauty or brains, making the character a very well-read elf whose ways got her kicked out of being a footsoldier and has her hating being a cog in some old man’s machine. Uses her character’s frustration at the idiots surrounding her and that same feeling from real life as motivation for her battle rage. That and sexism, too. Anytime an NPC is sexist to her they only make her more powerful. Pushes Frank out of the way to just become the tank herself if he won’t do it.

Frank also leaves early. Doesn’t like how infrequently his character gets the spotlight or gets teased by Hawkeye’s character. Wants to be a traditional hero, so he goes for a human paladin but never takes the chance to be the tank unless the others make him. Makes the generic white guy warrior with dead wife backstory.

Charles goes for a wizard upon learning they’re the most traditionally educated, flaunting fake wizard school credentials any chance he can get, especially if he thinks it’ll get him in places (it doesn’t always). The phrase ‘otherworldly grace’ is all it takes for him to choose an elf even though the others complain they’ve got elves already. For a guy who acted like roleplay was beneath him, he’s gotten so interested in not only his fake credentials but also being able to step in with the perfect spell at any given time. Also bantering in character with Hawkeye and BJ’s characters.

Radar wants a familiar so bad, choosing druid for a chance at having animal friends. They’re versatile, too. As far as race goes he’s content “just being a regular human” especially when Hawkeye and BJ tease him about playing a halfling. His character in particular somehow passes every single perception and investigation check. He doesn’t like fighting so most of his moves in combat are holding enemies down, healing the others, or just letting his familiar do it as long as it’ll be safe. It’s technically not canon but they let him make it be a bunny rabbit.

Klinger decides his bard cross-dresses too as a form of protest for how his people are treated, having chosen a goblin so he can be shrewd and do the voice. He loves doing voices best and will absolutely demonstrate dance moves his character does. The type of bard that seduces NPCs of any gender to kill them, but not without the satisfaction of revealing to male ones that he was a dude the whole time. His little goblin is really loving and loyal to all the other characters and really isn’t afraid to stick out his neck for them.

Father Mulcahy obviously chooses cleric, commenting on both the obvious choice and the irony of being a healer amidst all the doctors and nurses. An Aasimar seems too on-the-nose and he wants his character to be down-to earth, so he sticks with a human who’s trying, and usually failing, to rein everyone else in. Plays a very combat-heavy cleric that absolutely bashes in the faces of evildoers who don’t heed his message, causing some of the other players to tease the Father that ‘thou shalt not kill’ and all. The good cleric is an uncle, so he’s also great with child NPCs, even if he’s awkward around women.

Nurse Kellye has a sense of humor, so her ranger is a halfling from a far-off island who’s an expert with both her twin swords and a bow and arrows. Loves both rushing in and quickly picking off enemies, so a joke about ‘sic-ing Kellye on ‘em’ emerges. Just like Margaret’s character, she doesn’t take any bullshit from NPCs, especially male ones.

Colonel Potter, of course, is the DM and he spends most of his time done with all the players’ utter horse hockey.

[wooahaes]

Hello! Could i ask for a 4. "I like waking up next to you" and 10. "Why do you smell like me" with dino please 🥺 thank you very much 💓💓

morning glow

pairing: non-idol!dino x gn!reader

prompt: 4 + 10 from these prompts

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: mentions of being in a ldr. mostly just silly, soft fluff <3 no proofreading + intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: technically a sequel fic to the other short dino fic i’ve written because the immediate idea i had was a sequel fic lmao

there was something so incredibly cozy about waking up in your arms.

chan just laid there beside you as he woke up, the slight chill of your apartment having woken him up. your body was warm against his, your arms draped around him loosely as you shifted in your sleep. most days, chan would be the one who woke you up with plans to go out. that’s what his visit here was supposed to be: spending as much time with you as he possibly could. but this?

well. chan could definitely get used to waking up to seeing your sleeping face, that was for sure. he’d use this as motivation to find a place for the two of you, either here or in his own city. sorry to  seungkwan and vernon--they’d have to find a new roommate. he needed this more than rent split three ways.

sure, all of this was because of bad weather delaying flights. that part was shit, and chan knew it. he already called his roommates to tell them not to worry about picking him up from his return flight, and immediately called his parents to let them know that he was stuck, but safe since he was with you. he was supposed to see them when he came back home, yet (despite their clear worries--the weather was whatever compared to his own well-being) they’d been kind to you during that video call. as much as he was stressing about finding a flight back home, about clearing things with his work, too... he would definitely be happy staying right there next to you.

he smiled as he reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. as much as he wanted breakfast... he could stay and watch you a little longer before getting up. except his gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment, and he leaned in to press a tiny peck against them.

and, unfortunately, that was what disturbed your peace. he wanted to let you sleep in, yet you immediately began to rouse at what was only  meant to be a little kiss. you stretched a little, before curling back up closer to him, face buried in his chest.

you turned your face so that he could hear your mumbles, “channie, why do you smell like me...?”

he did laundry right before he was supposed to leave, using your products... so he decided to chuckle. “i dunno,” he said, his hand finding your own. “why do i smell like you...?”

a little more awake and aware, you let out a whine. “stop bullying me, i’m sleeping.”

your leg intertwined with his own, and he pulled you closer. “what if i want to go out?”

“five more minutes.”

that he could do. he kept an arm securely curled around you, pressing another peck to your forehead instead. “you know... i like waking up next to you.”

another whine, longer than before.

“i just wanted you to know that,” he giggled. “i love you.”

“i know.”

another laugh from him and he turned over, shoving aside the idea of five more minutes as he began to pepper kisses onto your face.

“chan--” you whined, only to erupt into giggles. soft chan was always welcome, if you were honest--especially since he’d seemed a little off after his call with his parents last night. as much as he didn’t want to leave you, you were pretty sure he missed home. “channie!” 

“say it!”

you whined out another “nooo!” through your giggles, his hands sliding up your sides underneath your shirt. “stop, i’m ticklish!”

“then say it back!” he whined, “i want to hear it.”

“then stop!” and when he did, you caught your breath. chan hovered over you, smiling like an idiot as you reached up to brush his hair back from his eyes. “i love you, you dummy.”

he leaned in, kissing you gently, punctuating it with a blissful “your dummy,” happy to have a bright side in all of this.

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[heyangel28]

It’s Her Or Nothing ~ H.S

(Based on the song 'Good Luck Charlie" by Gracie Abrams)

Warnings: None x

Harry and his wife got into a major fight, with her storming out, Harry decided to ease some fire at a small bar downtown. While chatting with the tender Harry realises his worst nightmare is losing his wife and he immediately wanted to patch things up with the love of his life.

A/N: This is so short and I sincerely apologise, I literally have no motivation to write whatsoever and I’m experiencing a massive writers block episode at the moment so please give me suggestions or requests of what to write 🩷

Harry Styles

"You keep a picture of Audrey inside of your wallet, went for a drink and the bartender thought she was dead-”

I turn my wallet over on my hands, my elbows resting against the cold wood of the bar. An empty drink beside me. The Polaroid of her from last summer stares up at me, smiling happily into the camera, wearing a bright summer dress as we stand by a lake. All the memories of the moment come flooding back to my mind. The way she hid her face with her hand as I tried to take it, or the way she'd laugh and tell me to piss off as she peered over my shoulder at the developing picture. Then came the fight, the slamming of doors, the screaming, the crying. She packed her bags and left to go stay with her family. And it was all my fault.

“She's pretty, is she your girlfriend?" A voice snaps me out of my trance and I lift my head up to see the bartender. God she looks just like her, almost a splitting image.

"Oh uh..." I clear my throat and close my wallet over, sliding it back into my pocket. "My wife." I smile sadly up at the woman.

"She’s not with you tonight?”

I shake my head.

“What happened?"

"Oh I uh..." I take a breath and look down at the wood in front of me.

"I'm so sorry." I feel the bartender place a hand over mine on the counter, her face holding a small, comforting smile. "Grief can be hard, but just know that just because she's gone-" Her hand starts to move flirtingly up my arm until it reached my bicep and I can't help but feel the pit in my stomach.

I pull my arm away suddenly, taking a step back from her.

"She's not dead." I say quickly in a defensive tone. The bartender slowly pulls her hand away is if noticing my change in demeanour.

"I'm sorry...?" She blinks a couple times in surprise. "I thought you said-"

"She's not dead.” I defend. “I just-I made a mistake and I lost her. I swear I'm not some crazy idiot in a bar who thinks his dead girlfriend is still alive, I swear she is I just...God, I miss her so much." I sit back down at the bar, placing my head in my hands.

“-He made you live out that nightmare and you almost lost it-“

The bartender doesn’t say anything for a while, I guess it’s lot really in her expertise to comfort strangers. She clears her throat after a long moment of silence.

“You should call her.”

“What?” I lift my head up to look at her over the bar.

“Call her, you clearly miss her, that shows you still love her. I’m sure whatever mistakes you made she’ll forgive you and you can both move on.”

“I uh-“

“Here, you can borrow the bar phone.” She reaches down and picks up a wired phone from under the bar and places it in front of me on the counter. “Just don’t tell my boss.”

I take a deep breath and hesitantly reach my hand for the phone, dialling in my ex’s number and bringing it close to my ear, I could almost feel my hand shaking. As I was expecting it went to voicemail, I look up at the bartender who gives me a encouraging nod. I clear my throat.

“Uh hi, it’s me Harry. I just- I wanted to apologise for everything I did, it was stupid and I just don’t want to loose you over it. Please just…give me one more chance.”

There’s silence on the other end as her machine cuts off, I sigh and hand the phone back to woman.

“No luck?”

I shake my head.

“Don’t worry, she’ll come around eventually, us women always do.”

“Thanks, I’m just gonna head home.” I stand up from the stool I was sat on, grabbing my Joey and heading towards the door. As I exit the bar and make my way down the street and back home my own mobile rings in my pocket. Confused at who’s unrecognised number was calling me this late at night I pick it up, placing the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Harry? It’s me, your wife.”

[piedoesnotequalpi]

7 + 14 :)

(WIP Q&A)

Answering this for the juggling AU since I don't really have any other active WIPs currently

7. What is your favorite scene you've written so far?

For this chapter, I'd say the two opening scenes - I've mentioned before that the plot is supposed to very loosely mirror the actual plot of Newsies, so the strike/union/price change element enters the picture in this chapter. I imitated admin-speak a little too well, I like the way I adapted Crutchie's "let's just get our papes" line, and then there's a scene from Race's perspective that involves both Race being an idiot (bi actually stands for Being an Idiot, fun fact) and Jack and Davey being cute.

“Sorry this is your first semester,” Jack said awkwardly to David. “I hope you don’t try to transfer again.” David was quiet for a minute. Then he said, “University admin is scummy everywhere.” There was a scraping noise, and Race assumed David had just taken the other desk chair. “Besides, it’s been less than a month and I’m already more involved in–in clubs, and in campus politics–than I ever was at Middlebury.” “Then I’m glad we got you involved,” Jack said softly. David laughed. “Is that a good thing? Coming onto campus and immediately picking a fight with admin?” “It is in my book,” Jack said. “Besides, it’s not picking a fight. We’re constituents with a legitimate gripe.” It took Race far too much effort to not laugh at Jack’s phrasing. But David apparently didn’t have any reservations; he giggled, and Race couldn’t believe that Jack’s interpretation of normal conversation skills was actually working on David.

14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

I'm glad you asked! I'm struggling with a lot! This list includes: wrangling the plot, making conversations feel less repetitive, and nailing down/developing character dynamics. (looking back at those first two scenes I mentioned above did make me feel more motivated and inspired because they're actually pretty good. Too bad I'm going on a work trip tomorrow 😐)

[theskyexists]

Is that Baldin port bot seriously the perpetrator? Calling it. What are its motivations. Makes perfect sense wells would have emphasised its supposed uselessness and that it is the manager and especially murderbots disdain for it. For its APPARENT going-along-with-servitude being a pet. So that it can be hit with an extreme refutation

It is also hilarious that Murderbot is like: Indah don't be an idiot don't walk around alone with a murderer on the loose

And then it does that itself. Lol

Oh... It wasn't a setup for a bot with murderous agency? Ah. I overestimated? I suppose murderous bot agency is a bit of a difficult one in this case. Might no be wise to do that one

Murderbot likes musical theatre... Actually makes perfect sense

I LOVED how Murderbot went over all the crew members for people who could help stand in the way of a camera. It is SOOO attached to them. They are its family. The people you call if you need help. The people you trust. I had to laugh at it going : brrp brrp HELP!!!! And Ratthi and Gurathin going AA HU WH ???!! in the middle of lunch.

Mensah says: lets all go together. Its obvious immediately who she means: the whole crew : Murderbots family. Murderbot even compared itself to Mensah's family unconsciously several times

Murderbot casually sitting on Dr Mensah's desk and lying on her couch in her office for hours and hours like an extremely protective and murderous cat

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

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Chapter 15

The next thing I know is that the Gales chase us.

J: CAN’T  WE HAVE ONE MOMENT OF PEACE ?! ONE !?

Kit, Jade and I are again being chased by the Monster with the cage on its head. We try to Hide in an Alley but when dust falls on us we see that he is standing on the wall. We all scream and run. We run to the Others and Hide behind a wall.

K: How long can they keep us up for ?

W: The Crone won’t let them rest till they have Elora and have killed us.

G: If only they took the Time to get to know us. Right ?

I exhale.

Ja: Where to now Captain ?

G: We can’t outrun them, so where can we go ?

W: Into the Wildwood.

J: Yeah, great ! Another place that is said to be cursed.

I smile sarcastically.

G: She’s right, what about the you know, perils of the Wildwood ?

E: What Perils ?

W: People say there’s something in the Air, the Trees, the water, that makes you …

G: Never wanna leave.

J: Loose your will to do anything.

K: Trust me. We are not spending any more time in there than we need to.

E: Yeah, no way.

W: If anybody has any better Ideas, I’m sure we’d love to hear them.

The cage Monster lands in front of us.

W: RUN !

I get up and pull Kit with me. We run into the Woods. We have to chop little branches.

B: The Key is Vigilance. Stay sharp. The wildwood is seductive. It lures you in with its sights and sounds. The next thing you know you’re officiating Weddings and Dog-sitting for casual acquaintances. 

K: Well, that’s not gonna Happen.

G: Personally, I’m still worried about the Perils.

We keep on walking. My hand gripping Kits and not letting go. We stop walking when we see tiny lights and Butterflies swirling around the Trees. It’s beautiful. Kit starts pulling me with her.

Ja: The Bone Reavers that Killed my Family fled into the Wildwood. Maybe they’re still here. Somewhere.

We make a pause. I sit down against a Tree Kit sitting next to me. I play with her Hands while Kit and Jade talk.

B: Listen Guys.

I look up

B: I know you all have your doubts about my integrity, motives, whatever. But I’m begging you to Trust me, when I tell you that no matter what happens next, I have a plan and everything will work out if you all just Remain …

Before Boorman can finish his sentence there is a Blade on my Neck.

B: Calm.

I Stare at him.

J: You could’ve just said Warning Danger stay Calm but nooooo.

B: Do you always have to be Sarcastic.

J: Yes.

The Bone Reavers  take us to their Camp. I see skulls as decorations.

J: Ah, just Lovely.

As we’re let go, I immediately go to Kit. She takes my Hand.

K: I’m fine.

J: Good.

?: Boorman.

B: Lori.

I look at him.

J: Lori ?

B: Toth’s first name is Lori but for some reason he’s insecure about it. Yeah Own it Lori. You know, make it yours.

He punches Boorman right on the Nose.

J: Thank you I would’ve done it If you hadn’t.

Toth points at me.

T: I like her.

?: Now, Now boys. Play Nice.

I look at a Woman. She looks interesting.

?: You don’t look dead.

B: Funny Story. Well not Ha-Ha funny. More like a “Ain’t life funny” kind of funny.

She walks down the Steps towards us.

?: You can Imagine my Surprise when Toth came back and said he’d run down a Tir Asleen cut-out. Five kids and a beanpole that Looked exactly like Thraxus Boorman.

I look at him.

J: What did you Idiot do ?

He ignores me.

B: You are entitled to an Explanation.

?: No one gets out of Skellin alive. Ever.

J: Sorry did you say Skellin ?

E: Skellin ?

Ja: Dread mines of skellin. In the Mountains.

J: Run by the Trolls.

B: What can I say ? Guess that makes me the Somebody who did.

?: I’m going to enjoy this. 

B: Well, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking you’re thinking so am I.

J: Just shut up for Once.

?: I doubt that very much.

She looks at Toth. 

?: Take him to my Tent and make sure he’s well tied up.

A man grabs him and pulls him there.

B: I don’t know. See, that Kind of sounds like we’re on the same Page.

I pull a disgusted face.

T: And the others ? Do you want em ‘ or should we just Fire up the old skull-boiling cauldron.

In an instant I push Kit behind me. But she steps in front of the Woman.

K: I’m Kit Tanthalos of Tir Asleen. I’m Queen Sorsha’s daughter.

J: My Love, what are you doing ?!

I lay my Hand on her Arm.

?: Scorpia. Well, actually, it’s her Sublime Eminence Mistress Magnificus Venoma Scorpia. But Scorpia’s fine.

J: Very nice to meet ya.

I pull Kit closer to me. Scorpia looks at me.

S: And you are ?

J: Me ?

She nods.

J: Jane Chander.

K: My Brother was abducted from our Castle.

S: Wasn’t us. Wasn’t, was it ?

She looks at Toth.

T: Mm- mmm.

J: It was servants of the Withered Crone.

K: We’re going beyond the shattered Sea.

The People laugh.

K: To rescue him. If you could find it in your Hearts to let us go. I’m sure my mother would repay the Favour.

J: And you can keep Boorman. He’s, like, The worst.

Ja: You're wasting your Breath. They don’t have a whit of Mercy about them, and they’re too stupid to realise what you’re offering them.

S: Maybe we won’t fire up the ol’ skull pot just yet. Lock the Nelwyn and the Pretty fella down the Borough. Toss these two in the Rattler.

She nods at Kit and Elora. They grab all four of them. Toth holds me and Jade. I start to struggle.

J: Hey let me go. No. Kit.

She looks at me.

S: We’ll keep those two here. They’ll make good sport.

K: Wait, what'll you do to her ?

Panicking, she looks at me and also starts to struggle.

K: Jane. 

And she disappears from my view.

J: Don’t harm her. Please.

I look at Scorpia. She steps towards me.

S: Why wouldn't I ?

J: She’s pregnant. You can Kill Boorman. I don't care. Just leave her.

She looks at me and nods. Me and Jade get bound up outside.

J: You ok ?

Ja: Yes.

J: Good.

Ja: Really you would let her Kill Boorman ? Your Brother.

J: I would kill myself, if that meant keeping Kit safe.

Ja: What did you see in that Castle ?

I look down.

J: I uh … 

Ja: Jane ?

J: We fought. Again, and I said that I couldn’t keep going like that. Then I just walked off. Uh … Then I heard her scream my name. I of course started running there and … there was a Door. Once I opened it she just laid there. Not breathing, not anything. She-She gave birth to the Baby. Alone. They  were both …

Tears run down my face.

Ja: That’s why you were Crying so much.

J:Boorman was carrying me cause I tried jumping out a Window.

Jade keeps quiet. 

Ja. What ?!

Suddenly there is an explosion. We see Kit and Elora. Bone Reavers stand around them.

E: We don’t wanna hurt anybody, and nobody wants to get Hurt.

K: Oh, I will hurt you, if I have to.

E: Hurt you bad.

K: All we want are Jane and Jade. Where are they ?

J: We’re here.

She looks at us and walks to us. 

J: I’m fine.

K: Cut them loose.

T: Afraid we can’t do that. Not without the Mistress's say-so.

E: I will melt your face off Lori !

T: We have a sayin’ for People who make Empty threats. They make nice Hats.

They grab both of them.

J: Hey let them go !

Scorpia walks to kit sarcastically clapping.

S: I applaud your Spirit Princess, but you really must loosen up, have some fun.

Jade frees herself from her Binds Grabs a Knife and holds it against Scorpia’s Throat.

Ja: I’m lots of fun and I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.

S: Oh gorgeous, I’m all yours.

And in the Next second Jade lays on her back and Scorpia lands a good Punch in her face. But jade fights back. It ends when Scorpia has Jade on her knees, her head tilted forward, and her Hair pulled up. Scorpia freezes. Then gets off her. Stunned, I look at her.

S: Take her to my Tent.

They’re in it for a few Minutes. When they come out Scorpia commands to make us free. I instantly walk to Kit and check her.

J: Are you ok ?

K: Yes, are you ?

I nod and she hugs me. I look at Jade.

J: What is going on ?

[leliest]

Honestly, I wonder what the fuck I'm doing with my life, because currently, I'm laying in bed curled up next to my favourite blanket wanting to cover myself with it but simultaneously being unable to move, staring at my phone and reading quotes that perfectly describe how I feel, then scrolling down and seeing pictures of pretty people which reminds me how I'm not good enough which then reminds me of the things I could do to change the way I look or speak or walk or sing or- but I'm still laying here, doing nothing, and oh I really should try to improve my drawing skills and I also want to learn how to dance right now and why can't I get better at writing immediately? By the way, I'm still laying here instead of finally writing that story I've been telling my friends about but wait, that pressures me into actually doing something because they might ask me about it soon so now I'm overwhelmed and won't do anything about that damn story anymore... Right, I wanted to learn how to dance but oh, now I'm watching a video of a professional dancer being good at their job and - being the perfectionist that I am - I'll never even be half as good as them so why would I even try? Screw dancing then. And drawing? Wow, look at that amazing painting of someone who's been doing this for years, man I'll never reach that level so I won't try that either but what about my room, I have to clean it... But I have to get up for that and I don't even know where to start so I'll just stay here thinking about- the exam this Thursday, right! I have to study for that, don't I? Well, the last time I tried to study I ended up failing the exam so I'll fail again now, no need to try. Right, the language that I wanted to learn... Where do I even start, no, why would I even start because until I ever get to a certain level I'll have lost motivation already because I'll never be as good as a native speaker- And now I'm shaking because I also have five TV shows that I want to watch but I don't have time for that because I have to finish that assignment due tomorrow which isn't even half-done because I tried to finish it but it wasn't good enough and the more I look at it the worse I think it is so screw that, too, and yeah I also have three new books that I've wanted to read for ages now and also at least four old books that I want to re-read but I can't get up so let's think about... music, right, I want to listen to music but my speaker is laying on my desk and I don't even know what I want to listen to so no music then and somewhere during this I've gotten up (finally) and wandered to my desk to open tumblr and write this down but oh no, I looked at the mirror and now all I can think about is how fucking ugly I am and that I need to lose weight and that I need a haircut but I'm scared to go to a hairdresser so no haircut and where do these chips come from and why am I eating them right now- Stop it, you need to loose weight you idiot- but holy crap now I'm really shaking and my fingers are flying over the keyboard and my leg is trembling and shit something's wrong because that's not normal and I think I need help but I'll never get it because I won't dare to tell anyone about any of this, last time I opened up to someone didn't end well either- speaking of "anyone", why don't i have a best friend, I mean I have friends but we're all not that close so I must be the problem because I'm always the problem so I'm annoying them and I talk too much but if I don't talk they ask me if I'm okay and I'm the third wheel everywhere I go because they don't actually like me, they're just being nice to avoid trouble but they secretly wish I was dead - honestly same - so that's why I wasn't invited to that birthday party- But I'm never going to be loved by anyone so it doesn't matter aynways, and now my head hurts and why does my chest feel so tight all of a sudden, while we're at it the room starts to spin now and I don't know why I feel like I'll throw up any second now- Shit, it's getting late and I still have stuff to do- But I'll just stay here doing nothing again

[the-firebird69]

You said enough of these idiots we have had enough of this damn idiots. I'm tired of watching gibberish all day it's not healthy in a sense is not and it's boring. It's very mean. Today there are changes there's something to look forward to cuz this is horrible.

-he looked into today's incident we found out it was one ship and it's a 100 you're stuck up there no he moved in to try and start a storm using our son's complaining as motivation now everybody hates this piece of s***, you want sympathy for Garth did and we're not giving it to him. We put an immediate APV up and we got chips up started hitting asleep we were hitting his fleet and again threatening to blow his ships underground. We heard 1500 captains of his time to get the hell out one right after the other, you wouldn't budge. An admiral called said you mover we move you and he said no. His own only Force tried to move him, and failed and lost a few hundred ships class a 100 mile Stone chips he came back with five admirals who told him to move they said no and they opened up on them 500 Miles offshore 80 ships were disabled and they were 500 miles Stone chips 10 more admirals showed up and hit him. Turn the radio and said he's shmosing you. They said you costing us enough come down from there. He said no this is 30 mi to the nearest gas station for your fly car so he says get down from there the air is not good for you they said we don't have that stuff we need it use it as a team or you don't use it so you said I'll fry you both a moment later Tommy F said out loud on a ship I can feel someone strangling me is it you he looked around and said I can't tell what it is or who it is. So you start getting me an. Whipped around and said I found you and said I've got enough pain then said I suppose I feel something after all that it looks as monitors in the season is Captains are telling them all the admirals are mutining and they're here to tell us to go to hell the same to move off or else so he goes why should I move off and they hit like half the ships it's like 40 million chips you know did they hit half from there here it's like 4,000 ships and said good gosh you guys are serious and you tell that we're amazing right away he started pulling out and you said you set me up and see we're not that high yet but we do see yours and she's drifting off he's swearing and yelling and puking and saying all sorts of s*** is this that f** doesn't even have the AI what is that f** doing and they started laughing so we have to check that bag has it boy wouldn't that be A Bird in hand the whole Army needs to use it and you can't use it in the form it's in but that f** has to tell you because that AI is dangerous and these bags want to turn it loose so they figured out what to do they shoot him away and they're talking to him they're saying these f*** want to try to lose completely with no controls they said that's why they're f*** that don't pull me off my quarry they said we're not allowing you over there you're a stupid idiot he said oh so that s*** doesn't work it's like an amateur plumber trying to do it explain what he meant and they talked about these idiots and they said these idiots want to activate it and it isn't right so they start to move out and they change their attitude no but we can't have him doing it they said and they lost a lot of ships because of it but Tommy see is why they just want to release it and they don't want anyone controlit.

That's why we hate him and we're moving on it now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[joshstambourine]

A Seconds Glance

"Hi I have a request for either Josh or Jake 💛 can I get a story where they see a girl, either at school or they can already be famous in this, and is instantly enamored. I don't know if you've seen The Virgin Suicides, but if you have then something similar to when Trip sees Lux for the first time. I'm interested in how those two would go about getting a girl's attention when they have a crush.💕💕💕" - Anonymous

//Hi Doll! I can’t say I have seen that--- but I will try my best to write something that I feel matches the idea you had. 

I’m gonna be repeating this forever--- but again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this request out for you! I decided to go with Josh being in school for this one.//

Warnings: Cursing, awkward beans

Word Count: 1969

Synopsis: Josh had never really believed in love at first sight... but yet....

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

The first day of sophomore year. For most this was just the start of another school year; a sudden reminder that a new binder or fun pencil case is exciting for all of 10 minutes when it comes to actual classes and work. But for Josh… this year felt like it was filled with possibilities. It sounds like some sort of stupid thing you'd see on a motivational calendar, but it really truly did.

Josh hadn't imagined for a second that he actually would have a chance in making music his career; and yet, he had spent all summer with his band mates playing for different occasions and pubs. All the while they were working, working hard on writing songs that they could be proud to play for others.

All of that said, Josh was returning to high-school this year with a new found amount of confidence and excitement; it showed in every step Josh took. His one hand held loosely on to the arm of his backpack, walking in time with Jake.

"But what do you think? Would it look good on me?" Jake inquired, fingers lightly playing with the mid-length pieces of hair on his head.

"I mean… I don't know…" Josh lightly starts, glancing at his twin and begins to take a good long look at him.

Jake's eyes widened just a touch, his expression becoming one that said, 'Well…?'

"Uh… honestly I don't really know Jake. I've never seen you with anything else than this." Josh admits, then snickers a little, "Except for that one time when we decided it'd be fun to take those scissors and---"

"No, that's fine, I didn't need to think about that." Jake immediately stopped him, his hand going to take a full dive into his mess of dark brown hair. 

"Cmon, it was really funny though. Ma really lost her shit when she saw your head like that." Josh continued to muse, hands folding into his pockets with the utmost of ease. 

Jake shook his head in a mournful way, "I can say I will never go back to a buzz-cut again… not without a fight."

Josh's smile never faltered, it was his laughter that changed, softening into a bit of a sigh as they reached the double doors at the front of the school. With a swing of the doors they both were making their way down the hallway to their lockers.

"Meet by Mr.Shapiro's class before lunch?" Jake questioned, to which Josh nodded. No matter which school the twins went to the teachers seemed to know that the best course of action was to keep them separated. That said Josh and Jake always had separate homerooms at least, through most of their time in school.

"See ya in a bit." Josh waved, taking a few steps back before turning on his heels and heading to his own locker.

Josh's excitement to be back in class showed on his face more than he probably would have wanted. A few pencils in his hand along with a binder filled with blank paper and tucked away dividers.  

As soon as Josh stepped into the class room his eyes were met with many familiar faces. Some of these people he had been in school with since kindergarten; like Meg, a rather tall blunt faced girl with long kinky black hair. She simply threw a peace sign Josh's way as he stepped through the doors; he eagerly returned it, bringing a small smile to Meg's lips. 

With some brisk steps Josh moved to place himself at the back of the classroom, just behind Meg. He threw his things on his desk without much thought. Despite there being a good number of kids he knew... there seemed to be equally just as many new kids. 

Leaning on his desk Josh moved closer to Meg, "Where the hell did these guys come from?" 

Meg's brow lifted as she leaned back a little, "Know the high-school on the east side?" 

"The one where you can get crack for super cheap?" Josh inquired, 

Meg's head bobbed, "They closed it down, so now we get half the kids that went there." She explains with her head resting on her hand in a bored way. 

"Oh shit really? That's a lot of kids---" Josh was quick to respond, glancing around the room. 

"Oh yeah... way too many in my personal opinion --- not that anyone cares." Meg mutters, beginning to click her mechanical pencil. 

Josh's eyes were still taking in all the new faces as he started to respond, "Wow aren't we positive today." 

Meg sighed, "Eh.... I'm just not excited, Justin and I broke up over the summer and I'll have to see him in history." She began to explain, "Things are just really tense, yknow?" 

She waited a moment for him to give some comforting... but still idiotic response, however none came. It finally got Meg to turn and look at him, as she did she immediately noticed that Josh's eyes had widened just a touch, cheeks dusted a light pink. 

Meg followed the line of his eyes to a beautiful young woman. The expression he wore was more than enough to tell Meg that she should move. 

Josh was so busy just... taking the new girl in that he didn't even notice Meg slip to the free desk to the side of the one she was previously sat in. Josh just couldn't put his finger on it, there was something... something so breathtaking about her. Was it her eyes? Or maybe how her hair fell around her face? He couldn't be sure. What he was absolutely sure of was that he had never had a moment in his life where he could hear music just by looking at someone. 

"Hey... do you know if this desk is free?" A new voice shook Josh. It was her. She was standing at a desk to his left with a bit of an awkward air. 

He was just so shaken. What did she say again? Something about a desk? Josh's lips parted, "Uh--- I uh, what did you--?" 

"No that one isn't open, but the one just in front of my dude Josh is, right Josh?" Meg interrupted, pointing to the desk ahead of him. 

"Oh y-yeah, that one's open! Definitely 100% open! It couldn't be more open even if it tried!" Josh started spouting, he really wasn't even aware that his mouth had moved, and that was clear in the fact that it just kept moving when she had come to sit down. "Do you need any pencils at all?? I have like 20!" He continued, though his hand held one full sized pencil and one shorter than the average person's pinkie... both chewed on. "I mean not on me but--- who needs a pencil right?" 

The girl laughed a little awkwardly, her gaze moving from Josh to Meg and then to the desk. "No, no I'm okay thank you though." She slipped into the chair, keeping her gaze frontwards. 

Meg looks to Josh with a shocked look, 'What was that??' She mouthed, 

Josh responded with an absolutely mortified expression. He would never say he was the smoothest guy on the planet, but he had never been that awkward in his life. 

Meg shook her head before reaching out to tap the girl's shoulder, "I'm Meg!" She introduces, "And that goober is Josh." 

The girl lightly moved to glance over her shoulder at Josh in a shy way. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm (Y/N)." She hummed with a sweet smile. 

"That's a pretty name, isn't it Josh??" Meg quickly said, trying to get him to continue the conversation in a less awkward way.

Josh nodded very enthusiastically, "The prettiest name I've heard in a long time!" He said with a smile, 

(Y/N)'s cheeks began to hold a flush of their own. "Oh! Uh... th-thank you!" She sputtered out. 

'OH FUCK. She's so cute.' Josh thought to himself, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with a shaky swallow. 

Little did Josh know that (Y/N) was thinking something very similar. She might not make it as obvious as he was, but being so much closer now... being able to see the warmth in his brown eyes, seeing how his wavy brown hair came to cup his cheeks --- she couldn't help but continue to stare back at him. 

The only thing that could pull them both out of the little trance they had fallen into was the bell. Both of them quickly looked toward it, followed by a man's voice at the front of the class. 

"Alright everyone, take your seats!" 

(Y/N) was reluctant but she turned herself to look toward the front of the class. A little bit nervous, but mustering an ounce of courage she tore a piece of paper from her notebook quietly and began to scribble something down. 

Josh hardly got anything out of that language arts class, he was way too busy trying to figure out what excuse he could make to talk with (Y/N) again. He was just rattling through every little conversation starter he had ever heard in his life... but none of them felt like they would work. 

Before long the bell had rung overhead once more and everyone was shuffling to grab their things and head to all of their next classes. 

Biting his lip, Josh was determined to catch (Y/N) before she could head off to her own next class. Luckily for him she had a similar idea. Both turning to each other as they stepped out of the classroom, it was painfully quiet at first. It seemed as if they were trying to get their thoughts together really. 

Finally they spoke, 

"Hey would you---" "I was wondering if you'd---" 

At once. 

A small awkward laugh left their lips, "Please, go ahead I was going to say something dumb---" Josh quickly said moving to rub the back of his neck. 

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she let out and unsure chuckle, eyes moving downwards for a moment. "I was just going to ask if you would mind if I joined you for lunch? I just am new and don't really have any---" 

"Yes!" Josh quickly said, "Yes absolutely. You didn't even have to ask, you could have just showed up if you wanted to!" He quickly says to her. 

The speed he seemed to talk at entertained (Y/N) a heck of a lot. A smile creeping across her face, "Okay! Thank you!" She responded. 

"Do you know where the cafeteria is? I can show ya if you want??" Josh quickly continued, "I mean I'm sure you could find it on you're own, you seem very smart and capable. Most women are to be honest; I remember reading an article about how men need to---" 

"That would be really great actually." (Y/N) smiled in a gentle way. 'He's even more nervous than I am.' She thought to herself. 

"Oh-oh! Okay cool! Uh, do you know where Mr.Shapiro's class is?" He asks, 

(Y/N) seemed to think for a minute, "113... right? I have him for chemistry this afternoon I think." She mutters. 

Josh swiftly nods his head, "That's the one!! Meet me there okay?" He says. 

(Y/N) nodded back, understanding the little plan they now had. "I'll see you in a little bit then?" She lightly asks. 

"Yeah absolutely." Josh began to grin, suddenly beyond excited. Even as she began to walk off to her class all he could think about was how sure he was now that this year was going to be fantastic. 

That was until a warning bell played overhead, "Oh shit--" Josh jumped in shock, immediately beginning to run to his next class.

//That's all for now lovely! I do actually have an idea on how to continue this one if anyone would like! Pretty please let me know in the comments if that's something you guys would like 💜//

[sullina]

Okay but after a really bad fight, Mel happens to be injured real bad because he took the blows for the other sins to defeat the monster or something. And he’s just standing there like “Alright, let’s get back home” all motivated with blood pooling at his feet (his own) And the Sins have to get him some medical attention or else they’re 100% sure he will fucking die in less than an hour. But you know how Mel is, he refuses to lay down for even one second unless he literally looses consciousness. So the sins have to 1) knock him out, 2) stop the bleeding, and 3) get him to a doctor for proper care and then 4) get him back to Liones and, probably the worst task of all, 5) get him to see a healer.

So even though he just fought a monster, Mels fighting still isn’t over. Now he has to fight his own teammates before they can forcibly take care of him. It’s a fight that the sins almost loose, but then Gowther gets a sneak attack in and knocks Mel out with his magic.

Now on to task 2: stop the bleeding. Merlin packed Dianes backpack with some medical supplies in case something like this happened, which comes in handy right now, with Ban holding their unconscious Captain while King wipes away the blood and wraps the wounds. They’re pretty gnarly, and the fairy pukes twice, but he manages.

3) get him to a doctor: King carries Mel on Chastifols soft pillow form. Transporting Mel isn’t a problem. That comes when he wakes up and insists that he’s fine with walking and going back to Liones straight away, to which the Sins of course say no, and also “stop moving around so much you’re gonna reopen your wounds, idiot!” so King uses Guardian to keep Mel in place and stop him from moving. When they finally get to a doctor, said doctor takes one look at him and goes “oh that’s so bad, you’re lucky your friends got you here in time” and Mel is just super grumpy because “it’s not that bad, I would have been fine”

Task number 4) Getting Mel back to Liones now that he’s no longer with one foot in the grave Why is this a task you ask? Mel is stuck on bedrest, or in this case Chastifolrest, and he gets pissed when he can’t move as he wants to (remember when Nakaba said that Meliodas prefers a physical fighting style over magic? I’m basing this off of that). So most of the trip back is spent with someone getting glared at by Mel to make sure he doesn’t run off (this has happened before) and the rest of it is spent getting Mel back onto Chastifol because he wanted to “stretch his legs”, as he calls it, when the person tasked with watching him looked away for, like, one second.

Now they’re finally, FINALLY, back in Liones, and Mel behaves himself around tons of people and buildings that he could easily destroy on accident. The sins almost cry tears of happiness. Now, obviously Meliodas is still very hurt. The guards welcoming them back immediately send word to the grandmaster (yes i’m bringing Zaratras into this, you know i gotta have my fathertras content, and if no one else is gonna make it, i gotta do it myself), and he’s immediately there, waiting for the Sins at the closest entrance to Liones Castle. Now remember when the Sins almost cry tears of happiness? That’s because Meliodas keeps squirming and trying to get off of Chastifol without them noticing. King gets so fed up with readjusting Mel with his telekinesis that he just grabs him with Guardian. Knowing that he’s not getting away from the Sins anytime soon, Meliodas switches to pleading with them. “C-Can get we at least go in another way? I wanna enjoy the fresh air a little longer.” “No, you need a healer”, the sins tell him, and there’s no room for arguing. They’re pretty relieved when they see Zaratras at the castle gate with a healer or two already by his side, because Zaratras is one of the only two people who can actually tell Meliodas what to do (the other person is Elizabeth). The grandmaster takes Meliodas from Guardian and holds him tightly as the healers look him over. He has to keep his hands out of the way, because Meliodas keeps slapping the healers hands away from his now exposed chest and stomach, where the majority of his wounds are. They’ve healed a bit, but there’s still a risk of them re-opening and getting infected, but the doctor they visited did a good job. After that, he’s taken to one of the bedrooms in the castle which has already been prepared for him and taken care of properly under Zaratras’ supervision (it’s the only way Mel will behave and also Zaratras wants to be there for him). Mels wounds are disinfected and re-wrapped with clean bandages, something that, after seeing Zaratras freak out when he saw the wounds, he sat still for. The healers leave, and Meliodas is quietly laying on the bed as feelings of guilt plague his mind. He didn’t mean to scare Zaratras, he knows the man cares for him a great deal, and the sins as well. He should probably go apologize to them later for making the task of taking care of him so much harder than it needed to be. Zaratras sits down next to him, slightly tilting the mattress, and sighs. “I’m sorry.” Meliodas looked at him, or rather, the back of his head. “For what? You’re not the one who hurt me.” “I’m the one who sent you on that mission. Had I known that it was this dangerous, I would have sent more people to handle the problem.” Well, fuck, Meliodas thought. “It’s not your fault I got hurt. I took those attacks to protect the others.” “That... doesn’t make me feel any better”, Zaratras commented. “But why? Was the monster that tough?” Meliodas thought back on it. It was definitely big, but surprisingly fast, and the fact that it had sharp claws and teeth is something that he had the privilege to feel with his own body. “Not really, it just took us by surprise.” The next few weeks, Meliodas spent in bed, or was supposed to anyway. He kept getting out because he couldn’t stand laying down all day, but since he promised Zaratras that he would get well soon, he still took it easy. Eventually, people realized that keeping the Dragon Sin in bed was an impossible task, so he was given permission to take a walk, IF!!! He had someone to walk with him in case something happened. He was also visited a lot by the Sins, who felt responsible since he only got hurt so much because of them. They played with him to keep his boredom to a minimum. Ban tried to sneak in some alcohol, but when he got caught by the nurses who explained to him why Meliodas couldn’t have any, he unexpectedly became a real hardass about not giving Mel any ale. Mel pouted, which almost made Ban regret keeping the precious liquid from his captain, but it had to be done. Little Gil also visited, both to make sure that Mel stayed in bed like his father ordered and also to hear about the monster they fought! It must’ve been really strong if it could hurt the legendary captain of the Seven Deadly Sins like that! The youngest princess of the kingdom visited him daily. She had missed him while he was on his mission, and she’s glad he’s home safe and sound. She’s so glad, in fact, that she spent many hours laying on his chest and sleeping, having a little afternoon nap while using him as a bed. No one was against this, because during that time, Meliodas was guaranteed to stay in bed. Zaratras visited him as well, whenever he could. He asked him how he felt, if he needed anything, etc. He also asked him about the mission, and Meliodas gave him a verbal report right then. He also asked to paper and pen so he could write it down, which Zaratras granted. The next day, first thing in the morning, the grandmaster brought him the needed materials, and Meliodas was happy for something to do other than lie down and escape when he was alone.

Meliodas was getting better quickly, and within weeks he was good as new. The healers marveled at his speedy recovery, which he explained with all the people visiting him every day. Zaratras still told him to take it easy for a while, and checked up on him daily. The once-wounds were scars now, reminding Zaratras of the day he saw the Sins carry their captain back to Liones. They also reminded the Sins of the fact that their captain was a stupid, self-sacrificing idiot. They were too proccupied to get him healed when it happened, but when he went back to living with them, they finally asked, “Why did you do it? You know we’re capable.” Meliodas never looked them in the eyes as he answered, “I didn’t want you to get hurt.” It was a half-truth. He really didn’t want them to get hurt, but that’s not why he jumped in the way. He still remembered Danafor, the destruction all around him that he couldn’t prevent, and the destruction that he caused. Taking attacks for others might be his way to repent, or maybe he just wanted to punish himself. Maybe he hoped he would succumb to the injuries and wake up in a world where neither him nor Elizabeth were cursed. He didn’t quite know himself, but he did know that he had to live with what he had done. And if getting hurt was part of that, he didn’t mind as long as it meant that others didn’t get hurt.

[abandoned-ax]

Im on the team pt - 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Haikyuu x ftm reader

Summery: 1st day of the training camp

When we came back for the longer training camp I was much more relaxed. Last time it was only one night but just a few weeks later and were back. Everyone’s been starting to try new things, I think last training camp had everyone realizing we don’t match up at all. Iv been working with Noya a bit more on receiving and everything a libero does as well as working with Tanaka on spiking. But the most interesting thing Iv been doing is helping Kagayama out, he’s working on a new kind of set and asked me if I would throw for him one day after practice, I was hanging back a bit myself just not wanting to leave the gym and so I decided to help him out. I’m seeing a new side to him I didn’t know, I’m used to seeing him as the perfect setter like he could do anything, but seeing him struggling and frustrated is new. The day before we left for training camp we were practicing his set and he got angrier then I had ever seen him, he threw the ball and shouted.

“Ahhhhhh! Why can’t I get it!”

I’m immediately on the ground trying to figure out what to do to help calm him down, but the only thing I can think of that he likes is volleyball. Sooo

“Kageyama!” He pauses to look at me, “umm I was wondering if you wanted to take a break from your set and maybe help me with mine instead.” I guess that got him to pause since he was now just looking at me, “is just Iv been wanting to work on it for a while now but it’s just, your so good at it and I just wanted to ask for some pointers, and it just seems like you could use a break so.” His breathing has started to even out a bit more, he looks a bit caught off guard.

“Ughh yeah I can do that.” So for the next half hour we worked ok my set, I made sure to praise and complement him on his set to make sure he knew how talented he was, I’m sure working so hard on a set and not being able to get it is really frustrating. After a while we were both tired so we moved to sit down drinking our water in silence.

“Thank you for helping me out, and you know for calming me down.” His voice got quieter as the sentence went on but I understood what he was getting at.

“It’s all good kageyama. I bet it’s frustrating.” He looks over at me and we make eye contact, it’s nice.

“Iv always been able to get it, and I just haven’t had to do something new like that in a while.”

“I know it’s frustrating, and I know I don’t know a lot about volleyball but even I know your one of the most talented players, you’ll get it, it’s just going to take a bit of time.”

“Thanks (Y/N)”

I smile over at him happy I could help in anyway, he pulls out his phone to check the time, “holy shit it’s late.” I look over at his phone and realize it’s 12:30 already!

“Oh wow.” Kagayama looks over at me and we start laughing, both realizing how wild it is that we stayed here for that long, “oh my god our buss to head to training camp is going to be here is like 4 hours!” Kagayama starts laughing louder.

“Holy shut we should head home huh?!” Both of us calm down our giggles before moving to walk home, we walk mostly together till we half to part ways, “well I’ll see you in a few hours Kags.”

He smiles at me a little “yeah I’ll see you in a few hours.” And with that we split ways.

It’s before the sun comes up that we have to be at the busses so naturally everyone is very tired. I meet Tsuki and Yams there but once Kagayama shows up I move over to him, he’s looking through his bag and so I ask “making sure you packed everything?” He look up startled but his gaze softens when he sees it’s me, “yeah after how late we got home last night I didn’t really have time to pack properly.” I giggle at him, “lucky I pack like a week in advance.” He chuckles “maybe I should start doing that to huh.” Coach gives a little speech and tells us all to get on the bus, I was originally planning on sitting wish Tsuki and Yams but they ended up sitting together and Kags asked if I wanted to sit with him so that’s what I did. Not long into the drive I ended up falling asleep with my head on Kagayamas shoulder, and he fell asleep with his on my head. But we were rudely awoken by Daichi “come on idiots were here.” I know I have a massive blush in my face so I get up and move to get off the bus quickly, I hear Daichi chuckle at us but ignore it and move quickly, one off the bus I move to find Tsuki and Yams, “so I see you’ve become friends with the king?” Tsuki says skeptically, “oh shut it Tsuki.” Yams laughs at us as we see Nekoma come out to greet us.

I walk over to where Kenma is talking to Hinata excited to see him again since we talked a bit at the last training camp and he seems super cool, “hey Kenma!” He looks away from Hinata and smiles at me “hey (Y/N), I was just talking to Hinata about the camp.”

“Oh yeah! It’s in a different place, do you know why?” Kenma chuckles at that question “yeah it’s a bigger space and a bit cooler here, but there’s a lot of bugs.”

“Fuck I should have brought bug spray.”

“It’s ok you can use mine if you wanna,” he says smiling a bit.

“Are you sure that would be ok?”

“Yeah I don’t mind!”

“Thanks Kennma.” I smile at him but the moment is cut short by a super tall guy yelling over at Hinata “hey did you grow taller yet?!” The two start bickering and I give Kenma a surprised look,

“that’s Lev, he’s the new kid for us.”

I giggle at the distressed look he gets looking over at the tall kid.

“I’m guessing he’s...a lot.”

“How’d you know?”

“I mean he did interrupt our conversation by yelling at Hinata about his height.” Kenma laughs at that.

“So (Y/N) you play any video games?” Me and Kenma talked the entire walk to Karasanos room, finding we have quite a bit in common, from our love of the same video games to our inability to sleep most nights. He’s nice to talk to, his calm and quiet tone is relaxing to listen to and his more subtle demeanor is cute.

We all put our bags in the room and got ready for our first game today. I didn’t play in the first few, but after a couple they switched me into the libero spot for a while and then I played middle blocker. We aren’t doing too good tho, haven’t won a single game, and after the 8th time doing the run for the loosing team I think I’m gunna die. When the end of the day came around we all collapsed after our last run.

“Ughhh I don’t think I can breath” I hear tanaka yell.

“We lost every game, how’d we lose every game.” Suga asked

We looked into the gym to watch the one game that’s still going, we are nowhere near that level. Daichi sits up and says he’s going to work on the synchronized attack, so everyone started to scatter.

I look over and see Tsuki walking away from the gym most of our team was using and Yams yells over at him “you aren’t going to practice Tsuki?” Tsuki turns around “no, we practice enough already.” And starts walking away, I knew Yams was probably itching to go practice his serve so I tell him, “go, I’ll follow the giraffe.” He smiles gratefully at me and I starts chasing after the blond boy.

“Tsuki wait up!” He doesn’t turn around so I start running faster till I catch up with him. “ughhh why are your legs so long!”

“There not that long yours are just short.”

We pause for a moment, it’s awkward. Me and Tsuki have never had an awkward moment, I don’t like it.

“Aren’t you going to practice?”

“No, we do that enough, everyday for hours we practice, I’m done for the night.”

I’m so lost on what to do at this point, I want him to come practice but I can’t force him too,

“Hey glasses kid,” I hear a voice say and turn around Tsuki stopping in his place, “oh and (Y/N)” it’s Kuroo from Nekoma.

“You guys wanna come practice with us? We could use another blocker!” I look over to Tsuki hopefully, maybe this will be the opportunity to get him motivated. Tsuki looks up and with the fakest smile on his face he says “sorry, I’m all done for the night.”

Kuroo and one of the other guys I think from Fukurodani are both appalled by his response,

“You know he may not look it but he’s one of the top 5 aces is Japan.”

The owl looking guy stands up taller and puffs out his chest looking proud. It’s cute!

“Yeah I think he’s still upset he’s not in the top 3 anymore.” I chuckle, there fun, you can tell they all joke around a lot.

“Well I’m in.” I say walking up to the gym and yelling back at Tsuki “don’t make me do this alone.” The three others stay in the door continuing to try and convince Tsuki to join.

I’m walking through but jump when I her “oh hi” from the floor, looking down it’s the tall kid who was talking to Hinata earlier. He looks like a baby dear before it can walk!

“What happened to you?”

“Kuroo did.” I laugh back at him. He sits up more going over to sit agains the wall and I move to sit next you him.

“Your a first year right? How long have you been playing?” A guy like him is clearly a powerhouse, I assume he’s been playing for years.

“Oh I just started!” He says with a goofy grin on his face,

“You just started!!”

“Hey! How long have you been playing!” He says in an amusing accusatory tone

“Well, I kinda just started too!”

“Haha were tied.” I smile over at him, he looks kinda intimidating but he certainly doesn’t act it as he giggles at our interaction. I think back to when I first saw him earlier he was with Kennma, I wonder where he is?

“Hey your on the team with Kennma right, I just talked to him earlier today and haven’t seen him around much since?”

“Oh Kennma?” I hear Kuroo yell jogging over to us “he went to go play some video games, he’s not really the type that needs to practice, nor do I think we could get him too!” He chuckles.

“Oh that reminds me! Did you get Tsuki to join?”

Kuroo gets a cocky smile on his face looking over his shoulder to see Tsuki looking angry. I get up but before I Kuroo I say “great, you made our tall guy with glasses angry.” I laugh at him sarcastically, he laughs back loudly and we go to start our first practice game of many.

An: hey guys sorry it’s been too long, I’m currently thinking I’ll make this a Kenma x Reader X Kuroo or maybe a Tsuki X reader not sure yet!! Let me know what you think!!!

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Last one for now: if you could suddenly be bestowed with all the motivation and time in the world, what dream fic would you write? You can only pick one fic. Don't cheat. P.S. 'twas not my intention to highlight that you can't cheat on every one of these, but now that it's happened, it's fitting. No wriggling out of this one, Jess

awhh the end of the asks. this was so fun when i do the same and you ignore me aka how are the 3483 prompts i sent you doing? hmmm... canny believe i send nice ones and ones you thought might be problematic and wanted a go anyway and you only answered the unrequited one.... sir... GIRL.

the way this has sat in my tabs for days bc i didn't have time to answer it i am cackling anyHOWWWW.

i would write the slow burn i deserve but have no patience for... based v loosely on bridgerton s2 bc i would change a lot but the same kinda premise... mhmmmmmmmm like the immediate attraction turned petty hated for reasons?!?! the pettiness that just keeps coming bc neither of them can comprehend the other might not be that bad? sign me UPPPPPPPPP. then the stage when they both so clearly love the other but the other one is an idiot and delusional and just like well ig I'll never love anyone else like this again in my life but they just don't love me back even tho they look at me 238423 times a day!!!! i love it inject me with it!!!!

key points:

peter is still spidey naturally

mj is simply out of everyone's league and she knows it but has no idea that peter is gone for her

peter does anything for mj even while protesting that she's just really annoying actually xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

no other characters get more than three lines per my brand